restor'd thou art a Yeoman Yorke My Father was attached not attainted Condemn'd to dye for Treason but no Traytor And that I le proue on better men then Somerset Were growing time once ripened to my will For your partaker Poole and you your selfe I le note you in my Booke of Memorie To scourge you for this apprehension Looke to it well and say you are well warn'd Som. Ah thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes For these my friends in spight of thee shall weare Yorke And by my Soule this pale and angry Rose As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate Will I for euer and my Faction weare Vntill it wither with me to my Graue Or flourish to the height of my Degree Suff. Goe forward and be choak'd with thy ambition And so farwell vntill I meet thee next Exit Som. Haue with thee Poole Farwell ambitious Richard Exit Yorke How I am brau'd and must perforce endure it Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester And if thou be not then created Yorke I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke Meane time in signall of my loue to thee Against prowd Somerset and William Poole Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose And here I prophecie this brawle to day Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night Yorke Good Master Vernon I am bound to you That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same Lawyer And so will I. Yorke Thankes gentle Come let vs foure to Dinner I dare say This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day Exeunt Enter Mortimer brought in a Chayre and Iaylors Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age Let dying Mortimer here rest himselfe Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment And these gray Locks the Pursuiuants of death Nestor-like aged in an Age of Care Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer These Eyes like Lampes whose wasting Oyle is spent Waxe dimme as drawing to their Exigent Weake Shoulders ouer-borne with burthening Griefe And pyth-lesse Armes like to a withered Vine That droupes his sappe-lesse Branches to the ground Yet are these Feet whose strength-lesse stay is numme Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue As witting I no other comfort haue But tell me Keeper will my Nephew come Keeper Richard Plantagenet my Lord will come We sent vnto the Temple vnto his Chamber And answer was return'd that he will come Mort. Enough my Soule shall then be satisfied Poore Gentleman his wrong doth equall mine Since Henry Monmouth first began to reigne Before whose Glory I was great in Armes This loathsome sequestration haue I had And euen since then hath Richard beene obscur'd Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance But now the Arbitrator of Despaires Iust Death kinde Vmpire of mens miseries With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence I would his troubles likewise were expir'd That so he might recouer what was lost Enter Richard Keeper My Lord your louing Nephew now is come Mor. Richard Plantagenet my friend is he come Rich. I Noble Vnckle thus ignobly vs'd Your Nephew late despised Richard comes Mort. Direct mine Armes I may embrace his Neck And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd Rich. First leane thine aged Back against mine Arme And in that ease I le tell thee my Disease This day in argument vpon a Case Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me Among which tearmes he vs'd his lauish tongue And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death Which obloquie set barres before my tongue Else with the like I had requited him Therefore good Vnckle for my Fathers sake In honor of a true Plantagenet And for Alliance sake declare the cause My Father Earle of Cambridge lost his Head Mort. That cause faire Nephew that imprison'd me And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth Within a loathsome Dungeon there to pyne Was cursed Instrument of his decease Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was For I am ignorant and cannot guesse Mort. I will if that my fading breath permit And Death approach not ere my Tale be done Henry the Fourth Grandfather to this King Depos'd his Nephew Richard Edwards Sonne The first begotten and the lawfull Heire Of Edward King the Third of that Descent During whose Reigne the Percies of the North Finding his Vsurpation most vniust Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne The reason mou'd these Warlike Lords to this Was for that young Richard thus remou'd Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body I was the next by Birth and Parentage For by my Mother I deriued am From Lionel Duke of Clarence third Sonne To King Edward the Third whereas hee From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne But marke as in this haughtie great attempt They laboured to plant the rightfull Heire I lost my Libertie and they their Liues Long after this when Henry the Fift Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke did reigne Thy Father Earle of Cambridge then deriu'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke Marrying my Sister that thy Mother was Againe in pitty of my hard distresse Leuied an Army weening to redeeme And haue install'd me in the Diademe But as the rest so fell that Noble Earle And was beheaded Thus the Mortimers In whom the Title rested were supprest Rich. Of which my Lord your Honor is the last Mort. True and thou seest that I no Issue haue And that my fainting words doe warrant death Thou art my Heire the rest I wish thee gather But yet be wary in thy studious care Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me But yet me thinkes my Fathers execution Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny Mort. With silence Nephew be thou pollitick Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster And like a Mountaine not to be remou'd But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence As Princes doe their Courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a setled place Rich. O Vnckle would some part of my young yeeres Might but redeeme the passage of your Age. Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me as y t slaughterer doth Which giueth many Wounds when one will kill Mourne not except thou sorrow for my good Onely giue order for my Funerall And so farewell and faire be all thy hopes And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre Dyes Rich. And Peace no Warre befall thy parting Soule In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes Well I will locke his
vpon with meruaile Come I le fill your Graue vp stirre nay come away Bequeath to Death your numnesse for from him Deare Life redeemes you you perceiue she stirres Start not her Actions shall be holy as You heare my Spell is lawfull doe not shun her Vntill you see her dye againe for then You kill her double Nay present your Hand When she was young you woo'd her now in age Is she become the Suitor Leo. Oh she 's warme If this be Magick let it be an Art Lawfull as Eating Pol. She embraces him Cam. She hangs about his necke If she pertaine to life let her speake too Pol. I and make it manifest where she ha's liu'd Or how stolne from the dead Paul That she is liuing Were it but told you should be hooted at Like an old Tale but it appeares she liues Though yet she speake not Marke a little while Please you to interpose faire Madam kneele And pray your Mothers blessing turne good Lady Our Perdita is found Her You Gods looke downe And from your sacred Viols poure your graces Vpon my daughters head Tell me mine owne Where hast thou bin preseru'd Where liu'd How found Thy Fathers Court For thou shalt heare that I Knowing by Paulina that the Oracle Gaue hope thou wast in being haue preseru'd My selfe to see the yssue Paul There 's ttme enough for that Leaft they desire vpon this push to trouble Your ioyes with like Relation Go together You precious winners all your exultation Partake to euery one I an old Turtle Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My Mate that 's neuer to be found againe Lament till I am lost Leo. O peace Paulina Thou shouldst a husband take by my consent As I by thine a Wife This is a Match And made betweene's by Vowes Thou hast found mine But how is to be question'd for I saw her As I thought dead and haue in vaine said many A prayer vpon her graue I le not seeke faire For him I partly know his minde to finde thee An honourable husband Come Camillo And take her by the hand whose worth and honesty Is richly noted and heere iustified By Vs a paire of Kings Let 's from this place What looke vpon my Brother both your pardons That ere I put betweene your holy lookes My ill suspition This your Son-in-law And Sonne vnto the King whom heauens directing Is troth-plight to your daughter Good Paulina Leade vs from hence where we may leysurely Each one demand and answere to his part Perform'd in this wide gap of Time since first We were disseuer'd Hastily lead away Exeunt The Names of the Actors LEontes King of Sicillia Mamillus yong Prince of Sicillia Camillo Foure Lords of Sicillia Antigonus Foure Lords of Sicillia Cleomines Foure Lords of Sicillia Dion Foure Lords of Sicillia Hermione Queene to Leontes Perdita Daughter to Leontes and Hermione Paulina wife to Antigonus Emilia a Lady Polixenes King of Bohemia Florizell Prince of Bohemia Old Shepheard reputed Father of Perdita Clowne his Sonne Autolicus a Rogue Archidamus a Lord of Bohemia Other Lords and Gentlemen and Seruants Shepheards and Shephearddesses FINIS The life and death of King Iohn Actus Primus Scaena Prima Enter King Iohn Queene Elinor Pembroke Essex and Salisbury with the Chattylion of France King Iohn NOw say Chatillion what would France with vs Chat. Thus after greeting speakes the King of France In my behauiour to the Maiesty The borrowed Maiesty of England heere Elea. A strange beginning borrowed Maiesty K. Iohn Silence good mother heare the Embassie Chat. Philip of France in right and true behalfe Of thy deceased brother Geffreyes sonne Arthur Plantagines laies most lawfull claime To this faire Iland and the Territories To Ireland Poyctiers Aniowe Torayne Maine Desiring thee to lay aside the sword Which swaies vsurpingly these seuerall titles And put the same into yong Arthurs hand Thy Nephew and right royall Soueraigne K. Iohn What followes if we disallow of this Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre To inforce these rights so forcibly with-held K. Io. Heere haue we wat for war bloud for bloud Controlement for controlement so answer France Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth The farthest limit of my Embassie K. Iohn Beare mine to him and so depart in peace Be thou as lightning in the eies of France For ere thou canst report I will be there The thunder of my Cannon shall be heard So hence be thou the trumpet of our wraths And sullen presage of your owne decay An honourable conduct let him haue Pembroke looke too 't farewell Chattillion Exit Chat and Pem Ele. What now my sonne haue I not euer said How that ambitious Constance would not coast Till she had kindled France and all the world Vpon the right and party of her sonne This might haue beene preueâ—ed and made whole With very easie arguments of loue Which now the maâ—nage of two kingdomes must With fearefull bloudy issue arbitrate K. Iohn Out strong possession and our right for vs Eli. Your strong possessioÌ„ much more then your right Or else it must go wrong with you and me So much my conscience whispers in your eare Which none but heauen and you and I shall heare Enter a Sheriffe Essex My Liege here is the strangest controuersie Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you That ere I heard shall I produce the men K. Iohn Let them approach Our Abbies and our Priories shall pay This expeditious charge what men are you Enter Robert Faulconbridge and Philip. Philip. Your faithfull subiect I a gentleman Borne in Northamptonshire and eldest sonne As I suppose to Robert Faulconbridge A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand Of Cordelion Knighted in the field K. Iohn What art thou Robert The son and heire to that same Faulconbridge K. Iohn Is that the elder and art thou the heyre You came not of one mother then it seemes Philip. Most certain of one mother mighty King That is well knowne and as I thinke one father But for the certaine knowledge of that truth I put you o're to heauen and to my mother Of that I doubt as all mens children may Eli. Out on thee rude man y u dost shame thy mother And wound her honor with this diffidence Phil. I Madame No I haue no reason for it That is my brothers plea and none of mine The which if he can proue a pops me out At least from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere Heauen guard my mothers honor and my Land K. Iohn A good blunt fellow why being yonger born Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance Phil. I know not why except to get the land But once he slanderd me with bastardy But where I be as true begot or no That still I lay vpon my mothers head But that I am as well begot my Liege Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me Compare our faces and be Iudge your selfe If old Sir Robert
did beget vs both And were our father and this sonne like him O old sir Robert Father on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee K. Iohn Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face The accent of his tongue affecteth him Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne In the large composition of this man K. Iohn Mine eye hath well examined his parts And findes them perfect Richard sirra speake What doth moue you to claime your brotherâ— lâ—d Philip. Because he hath a half 〈◊〉 like my 〈◊〉 With halfe that face would he haue all my â—and A halfe-fac'd groaâ— fiue hundred pound a yeere Rob. My gracious Liege when that my father liu'd Your brother did imploy my father much Phil. Well sir by this you cannot get my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie To Germany there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time Th' aduantage of his absence tooke the King And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers Where how he did preuaile I shame to speake But truth is truth large lengths of seas and shores Betweene my father and my mother lay As I haue heard my father speake himselfe When this same lusty gentleman was got Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me and tooke it on his death That this my mothers sonne was none of his And if he were he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the course of time Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine My fathers land as was my fathers will K. Iohn Sirra your brother is Legittimate Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him And if she did play false the fault was hers Which fault lyes on the hazards of all husbands That marry wiues tell me how if my brother Who as you say tooke paines to get this sonne Had of your father claim'd this sonne for his Insooth good friend your father might haue kept This Calfe bred from his Cow from all the world Insooth he might then if he were my brothers My brother might not claime him nor your father Being none of his refuse him this concludes My mothers sonne did get your fathers heyre Your fathers heyre must haue your fathers land Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force To dispossesse that childe which is not his Phil. Of no more force to dispossesse me sir Then was his will to get me as I think Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother to enioy thy land Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion Lord of thy presence and no land beside Bast Madam and if my brother had my shape And I had his sir Roberts his like him And if my legs were two such riding rods My armes such eele skins stuft my face so thin That in mine eare I duâ—st not sticke a rose Lest men should say looke where three farthings goes And to his shape were heyre to all this land Would I might neuer stirre from off this place I would giue it euery foot to haue this face It would not be sir nobbe in any case Elinor I like thee well wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him and follow me I am a Souldier and now bound to France Bast Brother take you my land I le take my chance Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yâ—ere Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 't is deere Madam I le follow you vnto the death Elinor Nay I would haue you go before me thither Bast Our Country manners giue our betters way K. Iohn What iâ— thy name Bast Philip â—y Liege so is my name begun Philip good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne K. Iohn From henceforth beare his name Whose for me thou bearest Kneele thou downe Philip but rise more great Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet Bast Brother by th' mothers side giue me your hand My father gaue me honor yours gaue land Now blessed be the houre by night or day When I was got Sir Robert was away Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet I am thy grandame Richard call me so Bast Madam by chance but not by truth what tho Something about a little from the right In at the window or else ore the hatch Who dares not stirre by day must walke by night And haue is haue how euer men doe catch Neere or farre off well wonne is still well shot And I am I how ere I was begot K. Iohn Goe Faulconbridge now hast thou thy desire A landlesse Knight makes thee a landed Squire Come Madam and come Richard we must speed For France for France for it is more then need Bast Brother adieu good fortune come to thee For thou wast got i' th way of honesty Exeunt all but bastard Bast A foot of Honor better then I was But many a many foot of Land the worse Well now can I make any Ioane a Lady Good den Sir Richard God a mercy fellow And if his name be George I le call him Peter For new made honor doth forget mens names 'T is two respectiue and too sociable For your conuersion now your traueller Hee and his tooth-picke at my worships messe And when my knightly stomacke is suffis'd Why then I sucke my teeth and catechize My picked man of Countries my deare sir Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin I shall beseech you that is question now And then comes answer like an Absey booke O sir sayes answer at your best command At your employment at your seruice sir No sir saies question I sweet sir at yours And so ere answer knowes what question would Sauing in Dialogue of Complement And talking of the Alpes and Appenines The Perennean and the riuer Poe It drawes toward fupper in conclusion so But this is worshipfull society And fits the mounting spirit like my selfe For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoake of obseruation And so am I whether I smacke or no And not alone in habit and deuice Exterior forme outward accoutrement But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet sweet sweet poyson for the ages tooth Which though I will not practice to deceiue Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising But who comes in such haste in riding robes What woman post is this hath she no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her O me 't is my mother how now good Lady What brings you heere to Court so hastily Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney Lady Where is that slaue thy brother where is he That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe Bast My brother Robert old Sir Roberts sonne Colbrand the Gyant that same mighty man Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so Lady Sir Roberts sonne I thou vnreuerend boy Sir Roberts sonne why scorn'st
When euery greefe is entertaind That 's offer'd comes to th' entertainer Seb. A dollor Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed you haue spoken truer then you purpos'd Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you should Gon. Therefore my Lord. Ant. Fie what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue Alon. I pre-thee spare Gon. Well I haue done But yet Seb. He will be talking Ant. Which of he or Adrian for a good wager First begins to crow Seb. The old Cocke Ant. The Cockrell Seb. Done The wager Ant. A Laughter Seb. A match Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert Seb. Ha ha ha Ant. So you 'r paid Adr. Vninhabitable and almost inaccessible Seb. Yet Adr. Yet Ant. He could not misse't Adr. It must needs be of subtle tender and delicate temperance Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench Seb. I and a subtle as he most learnedly deliuer'd Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly Seb. As if it had Lungs and rotten ones Ant. Or as 't were perfum'd by a Fen. Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life Ant. True saue meanes to liue Seb. Of that there 's none or little Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes How greene Ant. The ground indeed is tawny Seb. With an eye of greene in 't Ant. He misses not much Seb. No he doth but mistake the truth totally Gon. But the rariety of it is which is indeed almost beyond credit Seb. As many voucht rarieties are Gon. That our Garments being as they were drencht in the Sea hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and glosses being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake would it not say he lyes Seb. I or very falsely pocket vp his report Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Affricke at the marriage of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis Seb. 'T was a sweet marriage and we prosper well in our returne Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon to their Queene Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time Ant. Widow A pox o' that how came that Widdow in Widdow Dido Seb. What if he had said Widdower Aeneas too Good Lord how you take it Adri. Widdow Dido said you You make me study of that She was of Carthage not of Tunis Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage Adri. Carthage Gon. I assure you Carthage Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe Seb. He hath rais'd the wall and houses too Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his pocket and giue it his sonne for an Apple Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea bring forth more Islands Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time Gon. Sir we were talking that our garments seeme now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter who is now Queene Ant. And the rarest that ere came there Seb. Bate I beseech you widdow Dido Ant. O Widdow Dido I Widdow Dido Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it I meane in a sort Ant. That sort was well fish'd for Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage Alon. You cram these words into mine eares against the stomacke of my sense would I had neuer Married my daughter there For comming thence My sonne is lost and in my rate she too Who is so farre from Italy remoued I ne're againe shall see her O thou mine heire Of Naples and of Millaine what strange fish Hath made his meale on thee Fran. Sir he may liue I saw him beate the surges vnder him And ride vpon their backes he trod the water Whose enmity he flung aside and brested The surge most swolne that met him his bold head ' Boue the contentious waues he kept and oared Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke To th' shore that ore his waue-worne basis bowed As stooping to releeue him I not doubt He came aliue to Land Alon. No no hee 's gone Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter But rather loose her to an Affrican Where she at least is banish'd from your eye Who hath cause to wet the greefe on 't Alon. Pre-thee peace Seb. You were kneel'd too importun'd otherwise By all of vs and the faire soule her selfe Waigh'd betweene loathnesse and obedience at Which end o' th' beame should bow we haue lost your son I feare for euer Millaine and Naples haue Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making Then we bring men to comfort them The faults your owne Alon. So is the doer'st o th' losse Gon. My Lord Sebastian The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse And time to speake it in you rub the sore When you should bring the plaister Seb. Very well Ant. And most Chirurgeonly Gon. It is foule weather in vs all good Sir When you are cloudy Seb. Fowle weather Ant. Very foule Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord. Ant. Hee 'd sow't vvith Nettle-seed Seb. Or dockes or Mallowes Gon. And were the King on 't what vvould I do Seb. Scape being drunke for want of Wine Gon. I' th' Commonwealth I vvould by contraries Execute all things For no kinde of Trafficke Would I admit No name of Magistrate Letters should not be knowne Riches pouerty And vse of seruice none Contract Succession Borne bound of Land Tilth Vineyard none No vse of Mettall Corne or Wine or Oyle No occupation all men idle all And Women too but innocent and pure No Soueraignty Seb. Yet he vvould be King on 't Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning Gon. All things in common Nature should produce Without sweat or endeuour Treason fellony Sword Pike Knife Gun or neede of any Engine Would I not haue but Nature should bring forth Of it owne kinde all foyzon all abundance To feed my innocent people Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects Ant. None man all idle Whores and knaues Gon. I vvould vvith such perfection gouerne Sir T' Excell the Golden Age. Seb. ' Saue his Maiesty Ant. Long liue Gonzalo Gon. And do you marke me Sir Alon. Pre-thee no more thou dost talke nothing to me Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highnesse and did it to minister occasion to these Gentlemen who are of such sensible and nimble Lungs that they alwayes vse to laugh at nothing Ant. 'T was you vve laugh'd at Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you so you may continue and laugh at nothing still Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen Seb. And it had not falne flat-long Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal you would lift the Moone out of her spheare if she would continue in it fiue weekes vvithout changing Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke Seb. We vvould so and then go a Bat-fowling
I strike Pro. Who wouldst thou strike Lau. Nothing Pro. Villaine forbeare Lau. Why Sir I le strike nothing I pray you Pro. Sirha I say forbeare friend Valentine a word Val. My eares are stopt cannot hear good newes So much of bad already hath possest them Pro. Then in dumbe silence will I bury mine For they are harsh vn-tuneable and bad Val. Is Siluia dead Pro. No Valentine Val. No Valentine indeed for sacred Siluia Hath she forsworne me Pro. No Valentine Val. No Valentine if Siluia haue forsworne me What is your newes Lau. Sir there is a proclamation y t you are vanished Pro. That thou art banish'd oh that 's the newes From hence from Siluia and from me thy friend Val. Oh I haue fed vpon this woe already And now excesse of it will make me surfet Doth Siluia know that I am banish'd Pro. I I and she hath offered to the doome Which vn-reuerst stands in effectuall force A Sea of melting pearle which some call teares Those at her fathers churlish feete she tenderd With them vpon her knees her humble selfe Wringing her hands whose whitenes so became them As if but now they waxed pale for woe But neither bended knees pure hands held vp Sad sighes deepe grones nor siluer-shedding teares Could penetrate her vncompassionate Sire But Valentine if he be tane must die Besides her intercession chaf'd him so When she for thy repeale was suppliant That to close prison he commanded her With many bitter threats of biding there Val. No more vnles the next word that thou speak'st Haue some malignant power vpon my life If so I pray thee breath it in mine eare As ending Antheme of my endlesse dolor Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not helpe And study helpe for that which thou lament'st Time is the Nurse and breeder of all good Here if thou stay thou canst not see thy loue Besides thy staying will abridge thy life Hope is a louers staffe walke hence with that And manage it against despairing thoughts Thy letters may be here though thou art hence Which being writ to me shall be deliuer'd Euen in the milke-white bosome of thy Loue. The time now serues not to expostulate Come I le conuey thee through the City-gate And ere I part with thee confer at large Of all that may concerne thy Loue-affaires As thou lou'st Siluia though not for thy selfe Regard thy danger and along with me Val. I pray thee Launce and if thou seest my Boy Bid him make haste and meet me at the North-gate Pro. Goe sirha finde him out Come Valentine Val Oh my deere Siluia haplesse Valentine Launce I am but a foole looke you and yet I haue the wit to thinke my Master is a kinde of a knaue but that 's all one if he be but one knaue He liues not now that knowes me to be in loue yet I am in loue but a Teeme of horse shall not plucke that from me nor who 't is I loue and yet 't is a woman but what woman I will not tell my selfe and yet 't is a Milke-maid yet 't is not a maid for shee hath had Gossips yet 't is a maid for she is her Masters maid and serues for wages Shee hath more qualities then a Water-Spaniell which is much in a bare Christian Heere is the Cate-log of her Condition Inprimis Shee can fetch and carry why a horse can doe no more nay a horse cannot fetch but onely carry therefore is shee better then a Iade Item She can milke looke you a sweet vertue in a maid with cleane hands Speed How now Signior Launce what newes with your Mastership La. With my Mastership why it is at Sea Sp. Well your old vice still mistake the word what newes then in your paper La. The black'st newes that euer thou heard'st Sp. Why man how blacke La. Why as blacke as Inke Sp. Let me read them La. Fie on thee Iolt-head thou canst not read Sp. Thou lyest I can La. I will try thee tell me this who begot thee Sp. Marry the son of my Grand-father La. Oh illiterate loyterer it was the sonne of thy Grand-mother this proues that thou canst not read Sp. Come foole come try me in thy paper La. There and S. Nicholas be thy speed Sp. Inprimis she can milke La. I that she can Sp. Item she brewes good Ale La. And thereof comes the prouerbe Blessing of your heart you brew good Ale Sp. Item she can sowe La. That 's as much as to say Can she so Sp. Item she can knit La. What neede a man care for a stock with a wench When she can knit him a stocke Sp. Item she can wash and scoure La. A speciall vertue for then shee neede not be wash'd and scowr'd Sp. Item she can spin La. Then may I set the world on wheeles when she can spin for her liuing Sp. Item she hath many namelesse vertues La. That 's as much as to say Bastard-vertues that indeede know not their fathers and therefore haue no names Sp. Here follow her vices La. Close at the heeles of her vertues Sp. Item shee is not to be fasting in respect of her breath La. Well that fault may be mended with a breakfast read on Sp. Item she hath a sweet mouth La. That makes amends for her soure breath Sp. Item she doth talke in her sleepe La. It 's no matter for that so shee sleepe not in her talke Sp. Item she is slow in words La. Oh villaine that set this downe among her vices To be slow in words is a womans onely vertue I pray thee out with 't and place it for her chiefe vertue Sp. Item she is proud La. Out with that too It was Eues legacie and cannot be t'ane from her Sp. Item she hath no teeth La. I care not for that neither because I loue crusts Sp. Item she is curst La. Well the best is she hath no teeth to bite Sp. Item she will often praise her liquor La. If her liquor be good she shall if she will not I will for good things should be praised Sp. Item she is too liberall La. Of her tongue she cannot for that 's writ downe she is slow of of her purse shee shall not for that I le keepe shut Now of another thing shee may and that cannot I helpe Well proceede Sp. Item shee hath more haire then wit and more faults then haires and more wealth then faults La. Stop there I le haue her she was mine and not mine twice or thrice in that last Article rehearse that once more Sp. Item she hath more haire then wit La. More haire then wit it may be I le proue it The couer of the salt hides the salt and therefore it is more then the salt the haire that couers the wit is more then the wit for the greater hides the lesse What 's next Sp. And more faults then haires La. That 's monstrous oh that that were out Sp. And more wealth then
Bene. I haue almost matter enough in me for such an Embassage and so I commit you Clau. To the tuition of God From my house if I had it Pedro. The sixt of Iuly Your louing friend Benedick Bene. Nay mocke not mocke not the body of your discourse is sometime guarded with fragments and the guardes are but slightly basted on neither ere you flout old ends any further examine your conscience and so I leaue you Exit Clau. My Liege your Highnesse now may doe mee good Pedro. My loue is thine to teach teach it but how And thou shalt see how apt it is to learne Any hard Lesson that may do thee good Clau. Hath Leonato any sonne my Lord Pedro. No childe but Hero she 's his onely heire Dost thou affect her Claudio Clau. O my Lord When you went onward on this ended action I look'd vpon her with a souldiers eie That lik'd but had a rougher taske in hand Than to driue liking to the name of loue But now I am return'd and that warre-thoughts Haue left their places vacant in their roomes Come thronging soft and delicate desires All prompting mee how faire yong Hero is Saying I lik'd her ere I went to warres Pedro. Thou wilt be like a louer presently And tire the hearer with a booke of words If thou dost loue faire Hero cherish it And I will breake with her wast not to this end That thou beganst to twist so fine a story Clau. How sweetly doe you minister to loue That know loues griefe by his complexion But lest my liking might too sodaine seeme I would haue salu'd it with a longer treatise Ped. What need y e bridge much broder then the flood The fairest graunt is the necessitie Looke what will serue is fit 't is once thou louest And I will fit thee with the remedie I know we shall haue reuelling to night I will assume thy part in some disguise And tell faire Hero I am Claudio And in her bosome I le vnclaspe my heart And take her hearing prisoner with the force And strong incounter of my amorous tale Then after to her father will I breake And the conclusion is shee shall be thine In practise let vs put it presently Exeunt Enter Leonato and an old man brother to Leonato Leo. How now brother where is my cosen your son hath he prouided this musicke Old He is very busie about it but brother I can tell you newes that you yet dreamt not of Lo. Are they good Old As the euents stamps them but they haue â— good couer they shew well outward the Prince and Count Claudio walking in a thick pleached alley in my orchard were thus ouer-heard by a man of mine the Prince discouered to Claudio that hee loued my niece your daughter and meant to acknowledge it this night in a dance and if hee found her accordant hee meant to take the present time by the top and instantly breake with you of it Leo. Hath the fellow any wit that told you this Old A good sharpe fellow I will send for him and question him your selfe Leo. No no wee will hold it as a dreame till it appeare it selfe but I will acquaint my daughter withall that she may be the better prepared for an answer if peraduenture this bee true goe you and tell her of it coosins you know what you haue to doe O I crie you mercie friend goe you with mee and I will vse your skill good cosin haue a care this busie time Exeunt Enter Sir Iohn the Bastard and Conrade his companion Con. What the good yeere my Lord why are you thus out of measure sad Ioh. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds therefore the sadnesse is without limit Con. You should heare reason Iohn And when I haue heard it what blessing bringeth it Con. If not a present remedy yet a patient sufferance Ioh. I wonder that thou being as thou saist thou art borne vnder Saturne goest about to apply a morall medicine to a mortifying mischiefe I cannot hide what I am I must bee sad when I haue cause and smile at no mans iests eat when I haue stomacke and wait for no mans leisure sleepe when I am drowsie and tend on no mans businesse laugh when I am merry and claw no man in his humor Con. Yea but you must not make the ful show of this till you may doe it without controllment you haue of late stood out against your brother and hee hath tane you newly into his grace where it is impossible you should take root but by the faire weather that you make your selfe it is needful that you frame the season for your owne haruest Iohn I had rather be a canker in a hedge then a rose in his grace and it better fits my bloud to be disdain'd of all then to fashion a carriage to rob loue from any in this though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man it must not be denied but I am a plaine dealing villaine I am trusted with a mussell and enfranchisde with a clog therefore I haue decreed not to sing in my cage if I had my mouth I would bite if I had my liberty I would do my liking in the meane time let me be that I am and seeke not to alter me Con. Can you make no vse of your discontent Iohn I will make all vse of it for I vse it onely Who comes here what newes Borachio Enter Borachio Bor. I came yonder from a great supper the Prince your brother is royally entertained by Leonato and I can giue you intelligence of an intended marriage Iohn Will it serue for any Modell to build mischiefe on What is hee for a foole that betrothes himselfe to vnquietnesse Bor. Mary it is your brothers right hand Iohn Who the most exquisite Claudio Bor. Euen he Iohn A proper squier and who and who which way lookes he Bor. Mary on Hero the daughter and Heire of Leonato Iohn A very forward March-chicke how came you to this Bor. Being entertain'd for a perfumer as I was smoaking a musty roome comes me the Prince and Claudio hand in hand in sad conference I whipt behind the Arras and there heard it agreed vpon that the Prince should wooe Hero for himselfe and hauing obtain'd her giue her to Count Claudio Iohn Come come let vs thither this may proue food to my displeasure that young start-vp hath all the glorie of my ouerthrow if I can crosse him any way I blesse my selfe euery way you are both sure and will assist mee Conr. To the death my Lord. Iohn Let vs to the great supper their cheere is the greater that I am subdued would the Cooke were of my minde shall we goe proue what 's to be done Bor. Wee 'll wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Actus Secundus Enter Leonato his brother his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his neece and a kinsman Leonato Was not Count Iohn here at supper Brother I saw him
little one no said I a great wit right saies shee a great grosse one nay said I a good wit iust said she it hurts no body nay said I the gentleman is wise certain said she a wise gentleman nay said I he hath the tongues that I beleeue said shee for hee swore a thing to me on munday night which he forswore on tuesday morning there 's a double tongue there 's two tongues thus did shee an howre together trans-shape thy particular vertues yet at last she concluded with a sigh thou wast the proprest man in Italie Claud. For the which she wept heartily and said shee car'd not Prin. Yea that she did but yet for all that and if shee did not hate him deadlie shee would loue him dearely the old mans daughter told vs all Clau. All all and moreouer God saw him vvhen he was hid in the garden Prin. But when shall we set the sauage Bulls hornes on the sensible Benedicks head Clau. Yea and text vnder-neath heere dwells Benedicke the married man Ben. Fare you well Boy you know my minde I will leaue you now to your gossep-like humor you breake iests as braggards do their blades which God be thanked hurt not my Lord for your manie courtesies I thank you I must discontinue your companie your brother the Bastard is fled from Messina you haue among you kill'd a sweet and innocent Ladie for my Lord Lackebeard there he and I shall meete and till then peace be with him Prin. He is in earnest Clau. In most profound earnest and I le warrant you for the loue of Beatrice Prin. And hath challeng'd thee Clau. Most sincerely Prin. What a prettie thing man is when he goes in his doublet and hose and leaues off his wit Enter Constable Conrade and Borachio Clau. He is then a Giant to an Ape but then is an Ape a Doctor to such a man Prin. But soft you let me be plucke vp my heart and be sad did he not say my brother was fled Const Come you sir if iustice cannot tame you shee shall nere weigh more reasons in her ballance nay and you be a cursing hypocrite once you must be lookt to Prin. How now two of my brothers men bound Borachio one Clau. Harken after their offence my Lord Prin. Officers what offence haue these men done Const Marrie sir they haue committed false report moreouer they haue spoken vntruths secondarily they are slanders sixt and lastly they haue belyed a Ladie thirdly they haue verified vniust things and to conclude they are lying knaues Prin. First I aske thee what they haue done thirdlie I aske thee vvhat 's their offence sixt and lastlie why they are committed and to conclude what you lay to their charge Clau. Rightlie reasoned and in his owne diuision and by my troth there 's one meaning vvell suted Prin. Who haue you offended masters that you are thus bound to your answer this learned Constable is too cunning to be vnderstood vvhat 's your offence Bor. Sweete Prince let me go no farther to mine answere do you heare me and let this Count kill mee I haue deceiued euen your verie eies vvhat your wisedomes could not discouer these shallow fooles haue brought to light vvho in the night ouerheard me confessing to this man how Don Iohn your brother incensed me to slander the Ladie Hero how you were brought into the Orchard and saw me court Margaret in Heroes garments how you disgrac'd her vvhen you should marrie her my villanie they haue vpon record vvhich I had rather seale vvith my death then repeate ouer to my shame the Ladie is dead vpon mine and my masters false accusation and briefelie I desire nothing but the reward of a villaine Prin. Runs not this speech like yron through your bloud Clau. I haue drunke poison whiles he vtter'd it Prin. But did my Brother set thee on to this Bor. Yea and paid me richly for the practise of it Prin. He is compos'd and fram'd of treacherie And fled he is vpon this villanie Clau. Sweet Hero now thy image doth appeare In the rare semblance that I lou'd it first Const Come bring away the plaintiffes by this time our Sexton hath reformed Signior Leonato of the matter and masters do not forget to specifie when time place shall serue that I am an Asse Con. 2. Here here comes master Signior Leonato and the Sexton too Enter Leonato Leon. Which is the villaine let me see his eies That when I note another man like him I may auoide him vvhich of these is he Bor. If you vvould know your wronger looke on me Leon. Art thou thou the slaue that with thy breath hast kild mine innocent childe Bor. Yea euen I alone Leo. No not so villaine thou belieft thy selfe Here stand a paire of honourable men A third is fled that had a hand in it I thanke you Princes for my daughters death Record it with your high and worthie deedes 'T was brauely done if you bethinke you of it Clau. I know not how to pray your patience Yet I must speake choose your reuenge your selfe Impose me to what penance your inuention Can lay vpon my sinne yee sinn'd I not But in mistaking Prin. By my soule nor I And yet to satisfie this good old man I vvould bend vnder anie heauie vvaight That hee le enioyne me to Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter liue That vvere impossible but I praie you both Possesse the people in Messina here How innocent she died and if your loue Can labour aught in sad inuention Hang her an epitaph vpon her toomb And sing it to her bones sing it to night To morrow morning come you to my house And since you could not be my sonne in law Be yet my Nephew my brother hath a daughter Almost the copie of my childe that 's dead And she alone is heire to both of vs Giue her the right you should haue giu'n her cosin And so dies my reuenge Clau. O noble sir Your ouer kindnesse doth wring teares from me I do embrace your offer and dispose For henceforth of poore Claudio Leon. To morrow then I will expect your comming To night I take my leaue this naughtie man Shall face to face be brought to Margaret Who I beleeue was packt in all this wrong Hired to it by your brother Bor. No by my soule she was not Nor knew not what she did when she spoke to me But alwaies hath bin iust and vertuous In anie thing that I do know by her Const Moreouer sir which indeede is not vnder white and black this plaintiffe here the offendour did call mee asse I beseech you let it be remembred in his punishment and also the vvatch heard them talke of one Deformed they say he weares a key in his eare and a lock hanging by it and borrowes monie in Gods name the which he hath vs'd so long and neuer paied that now men grow hard-harted and will lend nothing for Gods sake
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
it is the Moone Petr. Nay then you lye it is the blessed Sunne Kate. Then God be blest it in the blessed sun But sunne it is not when you say it is not And the Moone changes euen as your minde What you will haue it nam'd euen that it is And so it shall be so for Katherine Hort. Petruchio goe thy waies the field is won Petr. Well forward forward thus the bowle should run And not vnluckily against the Bias But soft Company is comming here Enter Vincentio Good morrow gentle Mistris where away Tell me sweete Kate and tell me truely too Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman Such warre of white and red within her cheekes What stars do spangle heauen with such beautie As those two eyes become that heauenly face Faire louely Maide once more good day to thee Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties sake Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him Kate. Yong budding Virgin faire and fresh sweet Whether away or whether is thy aboade Happy the Parents of so faire a childe Happier the man whom fauourable stars A lots thee for his louely bedfellow Petr. Why how now Kate I hope thou art not mad This is a man old wrinckled faded withered And not a Maiden as thou saist he is Kate. Pardon old father my mistaking eies That haue bin so bedazled with the sunne That euery thing I looke on seemeth greene Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent Father Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking Petr. Do good old grandsire withall make known Which way thou trauellest if along with vs We shall be ioyfull of thy companie Vin. Faire Sir and you my merry Mistris That with your strange encounter much amasde me My name is call'd Vincentio my dwelling Pisa And bound I am to Padua there to visite A sonne of mine which long I haue not seene Petr. What is his name Vinc. Lucentio gentle sir Petr. Happily met the happier for thy sonne And now by Law as well as reuerent age I may intitle thee my louing Father The sister to my wife this Gentlewoman Thy Sonne by this hath married wonder not Nor be not grieued she is of good esteeme Her dowrie wealthie and of worthie birth Beside so qualified as may beseeme The Spouse of any noble Gentleman Let me imbrace with old Vincentio And wander we to see thy honest sonne Who will of thy arriuall be full ioyous Vinc. But is this true or is it else your pleasure Like pleasant trauailors to breake a left Vpon the companie you ouertake Hort. I doe assure thee father so it is Petr. Come goe along and see the truth hereof For our first merriment hath made thee iealous Exeunt Hor. Well Petruchio this has put me in heart Haue to my Widdow and if she froward Then hast thou taught Hortentio to be vntoward Exit Enter Biondello Lucentio and Bianea Gremio is out before Biond Softly and swiftly sir for the Priest is ready Luc. I flie Biondello but they may chance to neede thee at home therefore leaue vs. Exit Biond Nay faith I le see the Church a your backe and then come backe to my mistris as soone as I can Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while Enter Petruchio Kate Vincentio Grumio with Attendants Petr. Sir here 's the doore this is Lucentios house My Fathers beares more toward the Market-place Thither must I and here I leaue you sir Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go I thinke I shall command your welcome here And by all likelihood some cheere is toward Knock. Grem They 're busie within you were best knocke lowder Pedant lookes out of the window Ped What 's he that knockes as he would beat downe the gate Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within sir Ped. He 's within sir but not to be spoken withall Vinc. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merrie withall Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to your selfe hee shall neede none so long as I liue Petr. Nay I told you your sonne was well beloued in Padua doe you heare sir to leaue friuolous circumstances I pray you tell signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa and is here at the doore to speake with him Ped. Thou liest his Father is come from Padua and here looking out at the window Vin. Art thou his father Ped. I sir so his mother saies if I may beleeue her Petr. Why how now gentleman why this is flat knauerie to take vpon you another mans name Peda. Lay hands on the villaine I beleeue a meanes to cosen some bodie in this Citie vnder my countenance Enter Biondello Bio I haue seene them in the Church together God send 'em good shipping but who is here mine old Master Vincentio now wee are vndone and brough to nothing Vin Come hither crackhempe Bion. I hope I may choose Sir Vin. Come hither you rogue what haue you forgot mee Biond Forgot you no sir I could not forget you for I neuer saw you before in all my life Vinc. What you notorious villaine didst thou neuer see thy Mistris father Vincentio Bion. What my old worshipfull old master yes marie sir see where he lookes out of the window Vin I st so indeede He beates Biondello Bion. Helpe helpe helpe here 's a mad man will murder me Pedan Helpe sonne helpe signior Baptista Petr. Pree the Kate let 's stand aside and see the end of this controuersie Enter Pedant with seruants Baptista Tranio Tra. Sir what are you that offer to beate my seruant Vinc. What am I sir nay what are you sir oh immortall Goddes oh fine villaine a silken doubtlet a veluet hose a scarlet cloake and a copataine hat oh I am vndone I am vndone while I plaie the good husband at home my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vniuersitie Tra. How now what 's the matter Bapt. What is the man lunaticke Tra. Sir you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit but your words shew you a mad man why sir what cernes it you if I weare Pearle and gold I thank my good Father I am able to maintaine it Vin. Thy father oh villaine he is a Saile-maker in Bergamo Bap. You mistake sir you mistake sir praie what do you thinke is his name Vin. His name as if I knew not his name I haue brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old and his name is Tronio Ped. Awaie awaie mad asse his name is Lucentio and he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the Lands of me signior Vincentio Ven. Lucentio oh he hath murdred his Master laie hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name oh my sonne my sonne tell me thou villaine where is my son Lucentio Tra. Call forth an officer Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile father Baptista I charge you see that hee be forth comming Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile Gre. Staie officer he shall not go
Pedlers silken Treasury and haue powr'd it To her acceptance you haue let him go And nothing matted with him If your Lasse Interpretation should abuse and call this Your lacke of loue or bounty you were straited For a reply at least if you make a care Of happie holding her Flo. Old Sir I know She prizes not such trifles as these are The gifts she lookes from me are packt and lockt Vp in my heart which I haue giuen already But not deliuer'd O heare me breath my life Before this ancient Sir whom it should seeme Hath sometime lou'd I take thy hand this hand As soft as Doues downe and as white as it Or Ethyopians tooth or the san'd snow that 's bolted By th' Northerne blasts twice ore Pol. What followes this How prettily th' yong Swaine seemes to wash The hand was faire before I haue put you out But to your protestation Let me heare What you professe Flo. Do and be witnesse too 't Pol. And this my neighbour too Flo. And he and more Then he and men the earth the heauens and all That were I crown'd the most Imperiall Monarch Thereof most worthy were I the fayrest youth That euer made eye swerue had force and knowledge More then was euer mans I would not prize them Without her Loue for her employ them all Commend them and condemne them to her seruice Or to their owne perdition Pol. Fairely offer'd Cam. This shewes a sound affection Shep. But my daughter Say you the like to him Pol. I cannot speake So well nothing so well no nor meane better By th' parâ—erne of mine owne thoughts I cut out The puritie of his Shep. Take hands a bargaine And friends vnknowne you shall beare witnesse to 't I giue my daughter to him and will make Her Portion equall his Flo. O that must bee I' th Vertue of your daughter One being dead I shall haue more then you can dreame of yet Enough then for your wonder but come-on Contract vs fore these Witnesses Shep. Come your hand And daughter yours Pol. Soft Swaine a-while beseech you Haue you a Father Flo. I haue but what of him Pol. Knowes he of this Flo. He neither do's nor shall Pol. Me-thinkes a Father Is at the Nuptiall of his sonne a guest That best becomes the Table Pray you once more Is not your Father growne incapeable Of reasonable affayres Is he not stupid With Age and altring Rheumes Can he speake heare Know man from man Dispute his owne estate Lies he not bed-rid And againe do's nothing But what he did being childish Flo. No good Sir He has his health and ampler strength indeede Then most haue of his age Pol. By my white beard You offer him if this be so a wrong Something vnfilliall Reason my sonne Should choose himselfe a wife but as good reason The Father all whose ioy is nothing else But faire posterity should hold some counsaile In such a businesse Flo. I yeeld all this But for some other reasons my graue Sir Which 't is not sit you know I not acquaint My Father of this businesse Pol. Let him know 't Flo He shall not Pol. Prethee let him Flo No he must not Shep. Let him my sonne he shall not need to greeue At knowing of thy choice Flo. Come come he must not Marke our Contract Pol. Marke your diuorce yong sir Whom sonne I dare not call Thou art too base To be acknowledge Thou a Scepters heire That thus affects a sheepe-hooke Thou old Traitor I am sorry that by hanging thee I can but shorten thy life one weeke And thou fresh peece Of excellent Witchcraft whom of force must know The royall Foole thou coap'st with Shep. Oh my heart Pol. I le haue thy beauty scratcht with briers made More homely then thy state For thee fond boy If I may euer know thou dost but sigh That thou no more shalt neuer see this knacke as neuer I meane thou shalt wee 'l barre thee from succession Not hold thee of our blood no not our Kin Farre then Deucalion off marke thou my words Follow vs to the Court Thou Churle for this time Though full of our displeasure yet we free thee From the dead blow of it And you Enchantment Worthy enough a Heardsman yea him too That makes himselfe but for our Honor therein Vnworthy thee If euer henceforth thou These rurall Latches to his entrance open Or hope his body more with thy embraces I will deuise a death as cruell for thee As thou art tender to 't Exit Perd. Euen heere vndone I was not much a-fear'd for once or twice I was about to speake and tell him plainely The selfe-same Sun that shines vpon his Court Hides not his visage from our Cottage but Lookes on alike Wilt please you Sir be gone I told you what would come of this Beseech you Of your owne state take care This dreame of mine Being now awake I le Queene it no inch farther But milke my Ewes and weepe Cam. Why how now Father Speake ere thou dyest Shep. I cannot speake nor thinke Nor dare to know that which I know O Sir You haue vndone a man of fourescore three That thought to fill his graue in quiet yea To dye vpon the bed my father dy'de To lye close by his honest bones but now Some Hangman must put on my shrowd and lay me Where no Priest shouels-in dust Oh cursed wretch That knew'st this was the Prince and wouldst aduenture To mingle faith with him Vndone vndone If I might dye within this houre I haue liu'd To die when I desire Exit Flo. Why looke you so vpon me I am but sorry not affear'd delaid But nothing altred What I was I am More straining on for plucking backe not following My leash vnwillingly Cam. Gracious my Lord You know my Fathers temper at this time He will allow no speech which I do ghesse You do not purpose to him and as hardly Will he endure your sight as yet I feare Then till the fury of his Highnesse settle Come not before him Flo. I not purpose it I thinke Camillo Cam. Euen he my Lord. Per. How often haue I told you 't would be thus How often said my dignity would last But till 't wer knowne Flo. It cannot faile but by The violation of my faith and then Let Nature crush the sides o' th earth together And marre the feeds within Lift vp thy lookes From my succession wipe me Father I Am heyre to my affection Cam. Be aduis'd Flo. I am and by my fancie if my Reason Will thereto be obedient I haue reason If not my sences better pleas'd with madnesse Do bid it welcome Cam. This is desperate sir Flo. So call it but it do's fulfill my vow I needs must thinke it honesty Camillo Not for Bohemia nor the pompe that may Be there at gleaned for all the Sun sees or The close earth wombes or the profound seas hides In vnknowne fadomes will I breake my oath To this
To whose high will we bound our calme contents To Bullingbrooke are we sworne Subiects now Whose State and Honor I for aye allow Enter Aumerle Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle Yor. Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richards Friend And Madam you must call him Rutland now I am in Parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealtie to the new-made King Dut. Welcome my sonne who are the Violets now That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring Aum. Madam I know not nor I greatly care not God knowes I had as liefe be none as one Yorke Well beare you well in this new-spring of time Least you be cropt before you come to prime What newes from Oxford Hold those Iusts Triumphs Aum. For ought I know my Lord they do Yorke You will be there I know Aum. If God preuent not I purpose so Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom Yea look'st thou pale Let me see the Writing Aum. My Lord 't is nothing Yorke No matter then who sees it I will be satisfied let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me It is a matter of small consequence Which for some reasons I would not haue seene Yorke Which for some reasons sir I meane to see I feare I feare Dut. What should you feare 'T is nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparrell against the Triumph Yorke Bound to himselfe What doth he with a Bond That he is bound to Wife thou art a foole Boy let me see the Writing Aum. I do beseech you pardon me I may not shew it Yor. I will be satisfied let me see it I say Snatches it Treason foule Treason Villaine Traitor Slaue Dut. What 's the matter my Lord Yorke Hoa who 's within there Saddle my horse Heauen for his mercy what treachery is heere Dut. Why what is' t my Lord Yorke Giue me my boots I say Saddle my horse Now by my Honor my life my troth I will appeach the Villaine Dut. What is the matter Yorke Peace foolish Woman Dut. I will not peace What is the matter Sonne Aum. Good Mother be content it is no more Then my poore life must answer Dut. Thy life answer Enter Seruant with Boots Yor. Bring me my Boots I will vnto the King Dut. Strike him Aumerle Poore boy y u art amaz'd Hence Villaine neuer more come in my sight Yor. Giue me my Boots I say Dut. Why Yorke what wilt thou do Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne Haue we more Sonnes Or are we like to haue Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age And rob me of a happy Mothers name Is he not like thee Is he not thine owne Yor. Thou fond mad woman Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament And interchangeably set downe their hands To kill the King at Oxford Dut. He shall be none Wee 'l keepe him heere then what is that to him Yor. Away fond woman were hee twenty times my Son I would appeach him Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done Thou wouldest be more pittifull But now I know thy minde thou do'st suspect That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed And that he is a Bastard not thy Sonne Sweet Yorke sweet husband be not of that minde He is as like thee as a man may bee Not like to me nor any of my Kin And yet I loue him Yorke Make way vnruly Woman Exit Dut. After Aumerle Mount thee vpon his horse Spurre post and get before him to the King And begge thy pardon ere he do accuse thee I le not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke And neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee Away be gone Exit Scoena Tertia Enter Bullingbrooke Percie and other Lords Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne 'T is full three monthes since I did see him last If any plague hang ouer vs 't is he I would to heauen my Lords he might be found Enquire at London ' mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he dayly doth frequent With vnrestrained loose Companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow Lanes And rob our Watch and beate our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate Boy Takes on the point of Honor to support So dissolute a crew Per. My Lord some two dayes since I saw the Prince And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford Bul. And what said the Gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the Stewes And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger Bul. As dissolute as desp'rate yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder dayes May happily bring forth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle Aum. Where is the King Bul. What meanes our Cosin that hee stares And lookes so wildely Aum. God saue your Grace I do beseech your Maiesty To haue some conference with your Grace alone Bul. Withdraw your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our Cosin now Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth Vnlesse a Pardon ere I rise or speake Bul. Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it bee To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that I may turne the key That no man enter till my tale me done Bul. Haue thy desire Yorke within Yor. My Liege beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there Bul. Villaine I le make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare Yorke Open the doore secure foole-hardy King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the doore or I will breake it open Enter Yorke Bul. What is the matter Vnkle speak recouer breath Tell vs how neere is danger That we may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writing heere and thou shalt know The reason that my haste forbids me show Aum. Remember as thou read'st thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My heart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was villaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the Traitors bosome King Feare and not Loue begets his penitence Forget to pitty him least thy pitty proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the heart Bul. Oh heinous strong and bold Conspiracie O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and siluer fountaine From whence this streame through muddy passages Hath had his current and defil'd himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yorke So shall
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
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-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-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
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
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
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you
weary of their liues Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit For want of meanes poore Rats had hang'd themselues If we be conquered let men conquer vs And not these bastard Britaines whom our Fathers Haue in their owne Land beaten bobb'd and thump'd And on Record left them the heires of shame Shall these enioy our Lands lye with our Wiues Rauish our daughters Drum afarre off Hearke I heare their Drumme Right Gentlemen of England fight boldly yeomen Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head Spurre your proud Horses hard and â—ide in blood Amaze the welkin with your broken staues Enter a Messenger What sayes Lord Stanley will he bring his power Mes My Lord he doth deny to come King Off with his sonne Georges head Nor. My Lord the Enemy is past the Marsâ— After the battaile let George Stanley dye King A thousand hearts are great within my bosom Aduance our Standards set vpon our Foes Our Ancient word of Courage faire S. George Inspire vs with the spleene of fiery Dragons Vpon them Victorie sits on our helpes Alarum excursions Enter Catesby Cat. Rescue my Lord of Norfolke Rescue Rescue The King enacts more wonders then a man Daring an opposite to euery danger His horse is slaine and all on foot he fights Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death Rescue faire Lord or else the day is lost Alarums Enter Richard Rich. A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Cates. Withdraw my Lord I le helpe you to a Horse Rich. Slaue I haue set my life vpon a cast And I will stand the hazard of the Dye I thinke there be sixe Richmonds in the field Fiue haue I slaine to day in stead of him A Horse a Horse my Kingdome for a Horse Alarum Enter Richard and Richmond they fight Richard is slaine Retreat and Flourish Enter Richmond Derby bearing the Crowne with diuers other Lords Richm. God and your Armes Be prais'd Victorious Friends The day is ours the bloudy Dogge is dead Der. Couragious Richmond Well hast thou acquit thee Loe Heere these long vsurped Royalties From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch Haue I pluck'd off to grace thy Browes withall Weare it and make much of it Richm. Great God of Heauen say Amen to all But tell me is yong George Stanley liuing Der. He is my Lord and safe in Leicester Towne Whither if you please we may withdraw vs. Richm. What men of name are slaine on either side Der. Iohn Duke of Norfolke Walter Lord Ferris Sir Robert Brokenbury and Sir William Brandon Richm. Interre their Bodies as become their Births Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled That in submission will returne to vs And then as we haue tane the Sacrament We will vnite the White Rose and the Red. Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunction That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity What Traitor heares me and sayes not Amen England hath long beene mad and scarr'd her selfe The Brother blindely shed the Brothers blood The Father rashly slaughtered his owne Sonne The Sonne compell'd beene Butcher to the Sire All this diuided Yorke and Lancaster Diuided in their dire Diuision O now let Richmond and Elizabeth The true Succeeders of each Royall House By Gods faire ordinance conioyne together And let thy Heires God if thy will be so Enrich the time to come with Smooth-fac'd Peace With smiling Plenty and faire Prosperous dayes Abate the edge of Traitors Gracious Lord That would reduce these bloudy dayes againe And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood Let them not liue to taste this Lands increase That would with Treason wound this faire Lands peace Now Ciuill wounds are stopp'd Peace liues agen That she may long liue heere God say Amen Exeunt FINIS The Famous History of the Life of King HENRY the Eight THE PROLOGVE I Come no more to make you laugh Things now That beare a Weighty and a Serious Brow Sad high and working full of State and Woe Such Noble Scoenes as draw the Eye to flow We now present Those that can Pitty heere May if they thinke it well let fall a Teare The Subiect will deserue it Such as giue Their Money out of hope they may beleeue May heere finde Truth too Those that come to see Onely a show or two and so agree The Play may passe If they be still and willing I le vndertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short houres Onely they That come to heare a Merry Bawdy Play A noyse of Targets Or to see a Fellow In a long Motley Coate garded with Yellow Will be deceyu'd For gentle Hearers know To ranke our chosen Truth with such a show As Foole and Fight is beside forfeâ—ting Our owne Braines and the Opinion that we bring To make that onely true we now intend Will leaue vs neuer an vnderstanding Friend Therefore for Goodnesse sake and as you are knowne The First and Happiest Hearers of the Towne Be sad as we would make ye Thâ—nkeye see The very Persons of our Noble Story As they were Liuing Thinke you see them Great And follow'd with the generall throng and sweat Of thousand Friends Then in a moment see How soone this Mightinesse meets Misery And if you can be merry then I le say A Man may weepe vpon his Wedding day Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter the Duke of Norfolke at one doore At the other the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Aburgauenny Buckingham GOod morrow and well met How haue ye done Since last we saw in France Norf. I thanke your Grace Healthfull and euer since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there Buck. An vntimely Ague Staid me a Prisoner in my Chamber when Those Sunnes of Glory those two Lights of Men Met in the vale of Andren Nor. 'Twixt Guynes and Arde I was then present saw them salute on Horsebacke Beheld them when they lighted how they clung In their Embracement as they grew together Which had they What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd Such a compounded one Buck. All the whole time I was my Chambers Prisoner Nor. Then you lost The view of earthly glory Men might say Till this time Pompe was single but now married To one aboue it selfe Each following day Became the next dayes master till the last Made former Wonders it 's To day the French All Clinquant all in Gold like Heathen Gods Shone downe the English and to morrow they Made Britaine India Euery man that stood Shewâ—d like a Mine Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins all gilt the Madams too Not vs'd to toyle did almost sweat to beare The Pride vpon them that their very labour Was to them as a Painting Now this Maske Was cry'de incompareable and th' ensuing night Made it a Foole and Begger The two Kings Equall in lustre were now best now worst As presence did present them Him in eye Still him in praise and being present both 'T was said they saw but one and no Discerner Durst wagge his
And am her Knight by proofe Ser. I goe my Lord. Enter Agamemnon Aga. Renew renew the fierce Polidamus Hath beate downe Menon bastard Margarelon Hath Doreus prisoner And stands Calossus-wise wauing his beame Vpon the pashed courses of the Kings Epistropus and Cedus Polixines is slaine Amphimacus and Thous deadly hurt Patroclus tane or slaine and Palamedes Sore hurt and bruised the dreadfull Sagittary Appauls our numbers haste we Diomed To re-enforcement or we perish all Enter Nestor Nest Coe beare Patroclus body to Achilles And bid the snaile-pac'd Aiax arme for shame There is a thousand Hectors in the field Now here he fights on Galathe his Horse And there lacks worke anoâ— he 's there a foote And there they flye or dye like scaled sculs Before the belching Whale then is he yonder And there the straying Greekes ripe for his edge Fall downe before him like the mowers swath Here there and euery where he leaues and takes Dexteritie so obaying appetite That what he will he does and does so much That proofe is call'd impossibility Enter Vlisses Vlis Oh courage courage Princes great Achilles Is arming weeping cursing vowing vengeance Patroclus wounds haue rouz'd his drowzie bloud Together with his mangled Myrmidons That noselesse handlesse hackt and chipt come to him Crying on Hector Aiax hath lost a friend And foames at mouth and he is arm'd and at it Roaring for Troylus who hath done to day Mad and fantasticke execution Engaging and redeeming of himselfe With such a carelesse force and forcelesse care As if that luck in very spight of cunning bad him win all Enter Aiax Aia. Troylus thou coward Troylus Exit Dio. I there there Nest So so we draw together Exit Enter Achilles Achil. Where is this Hector Come come thou boy-queller shew thy face Know what it is to meete Achilles angry Hector wher 's Hector I will none but Hector Exit Enter Aiax Aia. Troylus thou coward Troylus shew thy head Enter Diomed. Diom. Troylus I say wher 's Troylus Aia. What would'st thou Diom. I would correct him Aia. Were I the Generall Thou should'st haue my office Ere that correction Troylus I say what Troylus Enter Troylus Troy Oh traitour Diomed Turne thy false face thou traytor And pay thy life thou owest me for my horse Dio. Ha art thou there Aia. I le fight with him alone stand Diomed. Dio. He is my prize I will not looke vpon Troy Come both you coging Greekes haue at you both Exit Troylus Enter Hector Hect. Yea Troylus O well fought my yongest Brother Enter Achilles Achil. Now doe I see thee haue at thee Hector Hect. Pause if thou wilt Achil. I doe disdaine thy curtesie proud Troian Be happy that my armes are out of vse My rest and negligence befriends thee now But thou anon shalt heare of me againe Till when goe seeke thy fortune Exit Hect. Fare thee well I would haue beene much more a fresher man Had I expected thee how now my Brother Enter Troylus Troy Aiax hath tane Aeneas shall it be No by the flame of yonder glorious heauen He shall not carry him I le be tane too Or bring him off Fate heare me what I say I wreake nor though thou end my life to day Exit Enter one in Armour Hect. Stand stand thou Greeke Thou art a goodly marke No wilt thou not I like thy armour well I le frush it and vnlocke the riuets all But I le be maister of it wilt thou not beast abide Why then flye on I le hunt thee for thy hide Exit Enter Achilles with Myrmidons Achil. Come here about me you my Myrmidons Marke what I say attend me where I wheele Strike not a stroake but keepe your selues in breath And when I haue the bloudy Hector found Empale him with your weapons round about In fellest manner execute your arme Follow me sirs and my proceedings eye It is decreed Hector the great must dye Exit Enter Thersites Menelaus and Paris Ther. The Cuckold and the Cuckold maker are at it now bull now dogge lowe Paris lowe now my double hen'd sparrow lowe Paris lowe the bull has the game ware hornes ho Exit Paris and Menelaus Enter Bastard Bast Turne slaue and fight Ther. What art thou Bast A Bastard Sonne of Priams Ther. I am a Bastard too I loue Bastards I am a Bastard begot Bastard instructed Bastard in minde Bastard in valour in euery thing illegitimate one Beare will not bite another and wherefore should one Bastard take heede the quarrel 's most ominous to vs if the Sonne of a whore fight for a whore he tempts iudgement farewell Bastard Bast The diuell take thee coward Exeunt Enter Hector Hect. Most putrified core so faire without Thy goodly armour thus hath cost thy life Now is my daies worke done I le take good breath Rest Sword thou hast thy fill of bloud and death Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons Achil. Looke Hector how the Sunne begins to set How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne To close the day vp Hectors life is done Hect. I am vnarm'd forgoe this vantage Greeke Achil. Strike fellowes strike this is the man I seeke So Illion fall thou now Troy sinke downe Here lyes thy heart thy sinewes and thy bone On Myrmidons cry you all a maine Achilles hath the mighty Hector slaine Retreat Harke a retreat vpon our Grecian part Gree. The Troian Trumpets sounds the like my Lord. Achi. The dragon wing of night ore-spreds the earth And stickler-like the Armies seperates My halfe supt Sword that frankly would haue fed Pleas'd with this dainty bed thus goes to bed Come tye his body to my horses tayle Along the field I will the Troian traile Exeunt Sound Retreat Shout Enter Agamemnon Aiax Menelaus Nestor Diomed and the rest marching Aga. Harke harke what shout is that Nest Peace Drums Sold. Achilles Achilles Hector's slaine Achilles Dio. The bruite is Hector's slaine and by Achilles Aia. If it be so yet braglesse let it be Great Hector was a man as good as he Agam. March patiently along let one be sent To pray Achilles see vs at our Tent. If in his death the gods haue vs befrended Great Troy is ours and our sharpe wars are ended Exeunt Enter Aeneas Paris Anthenor and Deiphoebus Aene. Stand hoe yet are we maisters of the field Neuer goe home here starue we out the night Enter Troylus Troy Hector is slaine All. Hector the gods forbid Troy Hee 's dead and at the murtherers Horses taile In beastly sort drag'd through the shamefull Field Frowne on you heauens effect your rage with speede Sit gods vpon your throanes and smile at Troy I say at once let your briefe plagues be mercy And linger not our sure destructions on Aene. My Lord you doe discomfort all the Hoste Troy You vnderstand me not that tell me so I doe not speake of flight of feare of death But dare all imminence that gods and men
about that body where against My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the Moone with splinters heere I cleep The Anuile of my Sword and do contest As hotly and as Nobly with thy Loue As euer in Ambitious strength I did Contend against thy Valour Know thou first I lou'd the Maid I married neuer man Sigh'd truer breath But that I see thee heere Thou Noble thing more dances my rapt heart Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw Bestride my Threshold Why thou Mars I tell thee We haue a Power on foote and I had purpose Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne Or loose mine Arme for 't Thou hast beate mee out Twelue seuerall times and I haue nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me We haue beene downe together in my sleepe Vnbuckling Helmes fisting each others Throat And wak'd halfe dead with nothing Worthy Martius Had we no other quarrell else to Rome but that Thou art thence Banish'd we would muster all From twelue to seuentie and powring Warre Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome Like a bold Flood o're-beate Oh come go in And take our Friendly Senators by ' th' hands Who now are heere taking their leaues of mee Who am prepar'd against your Territories Though not for Rome it selfe Corio You blesse me Gods Auf. Therefore most absolute Sir if thou wilt haue The leading of thine owne Reuenges take Th' one halfe of my Commission and set downe As best thou art experienc'd since thou know'st Thy Countries strength and weaknesse thine own waies Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome Or rudely visit them in parts remote To fright them ere destroy But come in Let me commend thee first to those that shall Say yea to thy desires A thousand welcomes And more a Friend then ere an Enemie Yet Martius that was much Your hand most welcome Exeunt Enter two of the Seruingmen 1 Heere 's a strange alteration 2 By my hand I had thoght to haue stroken him with a Cudgell and yet my minde gaue me his cloathes made a false report of him 1 What an Arme he has he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumbe as one would set vp a Top. 2 Nay I knew by his face that there was some-thing in him He had fir a kinde of face me thought I cannot tell how to tearme it 1 He had so looking as it were would I were hang'd but I thought there was more in him then I could think 2 So did I I le be sworne He is simply the rarest man i' th' world 1 I thinke he is but a greater soldier then he You wot one 2 Who my Master 1 Nay it 's no matter for that 2 Worth six on him 1 Nay not so neither but I take him to be the greater Souldiour 2 Faith looke you one cannot tell how to say that for the Defence of a Towne our Generall is excellent 1 I and for an assault too Enter the third Seruingman 3 Oh Slaues I can tell you Newes News you Rascals Both. What what what Let 's partake 3 I would not be a Roman of all Nations I had as liue be a condemn'd man Both. Wherefore Wherefore 3 Why here 's he that was wont to thwacke our Generall Caius Martius 1 Why do you say thwacke our Generall 3 I do not say thwacke our Generall but he was alwayes good enough for him 2 Come we are fellowes and friends he was euer too hard for him I haue heard him say so himselfe 1 He was too hard for him directly to say the Troth on 't before Corioles he scotcht him and notcht him like a Carbinado 2 And hee had bin Cannibally giuen hee might haue boyld and eaten him too 1 But more of thy Newes 3 Why he is so made on heere within as if hee were Son and Heire to Mars set at vpper end o' th' Table No question askt him by any of the Senators but they stand bald before him Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris of him Sanctifies himselfe with 's hand and turnes vp the white o' th' eye to his Discourse But the bottome of the Newes is our Generall is cut i' th' middle but one halfe of what he was yesterday For the other ha's halfe by the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table Hee 'l go he sayes and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th' eares He will mowe all downe before him and leaue his passage poul'd 2 And he 's as like to do 't as any man I can imagine 3 Doo 't he will doo 't for look you sir he has as many Friends as Enemies which Friends sir as it were durst not looke you sir shew themselues as we terme it his Friends whilest he 's in Directitude 1 Directitude What 's that 3 But when they shall see sir his Crest vp againe and the man in blood they will out of their Burroughes like Conies after Raine and reuell all with him 1 But when goes this forward 3 To morrow to day presently you shall haue the Drum strooke vp this afternoone 'T is as it were a parcel of their Feast and to be executed ere they wipe their lips 2 Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe This peace is nothing but to rust Iron encrease Taylors and breed Ballad-makers 1 Let me haue Warre say I it exceeds peace as farre as day do's night It 's sprightly walking audible and full of Vent Peace is a very Apoplexy Lethargie mull'd deafe sleepe insensible a getter of more bastard Children then warres a destroyer of men 2 'T is so and as warres in some sort may be saide to be a Rauishen so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of Cuckolds 1 I and it makes men hate one another 3 Reason because they then lesse neede one another The Warres for my money I hope to see Romanes as cheape as Volcians They are rising they are rising Both. In in in in Exeunt Enter the two Tribunes Sicinius and Brutus Sicin We heare not of him neither need we fear him His remedies are tame the present peace And quietnesse of the people which before Were in wilde hurry Heere do we make his Friendâ— Blush that the world goes well who rather had Though they themselues did suffer by 't behold Dissentious numbers pestring streets then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their Functions friendly Enter Menenius Bru. We stood too 't in good time Is this Menenius Sicin 'T is he 't is he O he is grown most kind of late Haile Sir Mene. Haile to you both Sicin Your Coriolanus is not much mist but with his Friends the Commonwealth doth stand and so would do were he more angry at it Mene. All 's well and might haue bene much better if he could haue temporiz'd Sicin Where is he heare you Mene. Nay I heare nothing His Mother and his wife heare nothing from him Enter three or foure Citizens All. The
his vngratefull country done the like Boy And Vncle so will I and if I liue Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie Lucius I le fit thee and withall my boy Shall carry from me to the Empresse sonnes Presents that I intend to send them both Come come thou 'st do thy message wilt thou not Boy I with my dagger in their bosomes Grandsire Ti. No boy not so I le teach thee another course Lauinia come Marcus looke to my house Lucius and I le goe braue it at the Court I marry will we sir and wee le be waited on Exeunt Mar. O heauens Can you heare a good man grone And not relent or not compassion him Marcus attend him in his extasie That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd shield But yet so iust that he will not reuenge Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus Exit Enter Aron Chiron and Demetrius at one dore and at another dore young Lucius and another with a bundle of weapons and verses writ vpon them Chi. Demetrius heere 's the sonne of Lucius He hath some message to deliuer vs. Aron I some mad message from his mad Grandfather Boy My Lords with all the humblenesse I may I greete your honours from Andronicus And pray the Romane Gods confound you both Deme. Gramercie louely Lucius what 's the newes For villanie's markt with rape May it please you My Grandsire well aduis'd hath sent by me The goodliest weapons of his Armorie To gratifie your honourable youth The hope of Rome for so he bad me say And so I do and with his gifts present Your Lordships when euer you haue need You may be armed and appointed well And so I leaue you both like bloody villaines Exit Deme. What 's heere a scrole written round about Let 's see Integer vitae scelerisque purus non egit maury iaculis nec arcus Chi. O 't is a verse in Horace I know it well I read it in the Grammer long agoe Moore I iust a verse in Horace right you haue it Now what a thing it is to be an Asse Heer 's no sound iest the old man hath found their guilt And sends the weapons wrapt about with lines That wound beyond their feeling to the quick But were our witty Empresse well a foot She would applaud Andronicus conceit But let her rest in her vnrest a while And now young Lords wa' st not a happy starre Led vs to Rome strangers and more then so Captiues to be aduanced to this height It did me good before the Pallace gate To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing Deme. But me more good to see so great a Lord Basely insinuate and send vs gifts Moore Had he not reason Lord Demetrius Did you not vse his daughter very friendly Deme. I would we had a thousand Romane Dames At such a bay by turne to serue our lust Chi. A charitable wish and full of loue Moore Heere lack 's but you mother for to say Amen Chi. And that would she for twenty thousand more Deme. Come let vs go and pray to all the Gods For our beloued mother in her paines Moore Pray to the deuils the gods haue giuen vs ouer Flourish Dem. Why do the Emperors trumpets flourish thus Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a sonne Deme. Soft who comes heere Enter Nurse with a blacke a Moore childe Nur. Good morrow Lords O tell me did you see Aaron the Moore Aron Well more or lesse or nere a whit at all Heere Aaron is and what with Aaron now Nurse Oh gentle Aaron we are all vndone Now helpe or woe betide thee euermore Aron Why what a catterwalling dost thou keepe What dost thou wrap and fumble in thine armes Nurse O that which I would hide from heauens eye Our Empresse shame and stately Romes disgrace She is deliuered Lords she is deliuered Aron To whom Nurse I meane she is brought a bed Aron Wel God giue her good rest What hath he sent her Nurse A deuill Aron Why then she is the Deuils Dam a ioyfull issue Nurse A ioylesse dismall blacke sorrowfull issue Heere is the babe as loathsome as a toad Among'st the fairest breeders of our clime The Empresse sends it thee thy stampe thy seale And bids thee christen it with thy daggers point Aron Out you whore is black so base a hue Sweet blowse you are a beautious blossome sure Deme. Villaine what hast thou done Aron That which thou canst not vndoe Chi. Thou hast vndone our mother Deme. And therein hellish dog thou hast vndone Woe to her chance and damn'd her loathed choyce Accur'st the off-spring of so foule a fiend Chi. It shall not liue Aron It shall not die Nurse Aaron it must the mother wils it so Aron What must it Nurse Then let no man but I Doe execution on my flesh and blood Deme. I le broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point Nurse giue it me my sword shall soone dispatch it Aron Sooner this sword shall plough thy bowels vp Stay murtherous villaines will you kill your brother Now by the burning Tapers of the skie That sh'one so brightly when this Boy was got He dies vpon my Semitars sharpe point That touches this my first borne sonne and heire I tell you young-lings not Enceladus With all his threatning band of Typhons broode Nor great Alcides nor the God of warre Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands What what ye sanguine shallow harted Boyes Ye white-limb'd walls ye Ale-house painted signes Cole-blacke is better then another hue In that it scornes to beare another hue For all the water in the Ocean Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white Although she laue them hourely in the flood Tell the Empresse from me I am of age To keepe mine owne excuse it how she can Deme. Wilt thou betray thy noble mistris thus Aron My mistris is my mistris this my selfe The vigour and the picture of my youth This before all the world do I preferre This manger all the world will I keepe safe Or some of you shall smoake for it in Rome Deme. By this our mother is for euer sham'd Chi. Rome will despise her for this foule escape Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death Chi. I blush to thinke vpon this ignominie Aron Why ther 's the priuiledge your beauty beares Fie trecherous hue that will betray with blushing The close enacts and counsels of the hart Heer 's a young Lad fram'd of another leere Looke how the blacke slaue smiles vpon the father As who should say old Lad I am thine owne He is your brother Lords sensibly fed Of that selfe blood that first gaue life to you And from that wombe where you imprisoned were He is infranchised and come to light Nay he is your brother by the surer side Although my seale be stamped in his face Nurse Aaron what shall I say vnto the Empresse Dem. Aduise thee Aaron
well gouern'd youth I would not for the wealth of all the towne Here in my house do him disparagement Therfore be patient take no note of him It is my will the which if thou respect Shew a faire presence and put off these frownes An ill beseeming semblance for a Feast Tib. It fits when such a Villaine is a guest I le not endure him Cap. He shall be endu'rd What goodman boy I say he shall go too Am I the Maister here or you go too You le not endure him God shall mend my soule You le make a Mutinie among the Guests You will set cocke a hoope you le be the man Tib. Why Vncle 't is a shame Cap. Go too go too You are a sawcy Boy ' ist so indeed This tricke may chance to scath you I know what You must contrary me marry 't is time Well said my hearts you are a Princox goe Be quiet or more light more light for shame I le make you quiet What chearely my hearts Tib. Patience perforce with wilfull choler meeting Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting I will withdraw but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet conuert to bitter gall Exit Rom. If I prophane with my vnworthiest hand This holy shrine the gentle sin is this My lips to blushing Pilgrims did ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kisse Iul. Good Pilgrime You do wrong your hand too much Which mannerly deuotion shewes in this For Saints haue hands that Pilgrims hands do tuch And palme to palme is holy Palmers kisse Rom. Haue not Saints lips and holy Palmers too Iul. I Pilgrim lips that they must vse in prayer Rom. O then deare Saint let lips do what hands do They pray grant thou least faith turne to dispaire Iul. Saints do not moue Though grant for prayers sake Rom. Then moue not while my prayers effect I take Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purg'd Iul. Then haue my lips the sin that they haue tooke Rom. Sin from my lips O trespasse sweetly vrg'd Giue me my sin againe Iul. You kisse by ' th' booke Nur. Madam your Mother craues a word with you Rom. What is her Mother Nurs Marrie Batcheler Her Mother is the Lady of the house And a good Lady and a wise and Vertuous I Nur'st her Daughter that you talkt withall I tell you he that can lay hold of her Shall haue the chincks Rom. Is she a Capulet O deare account My life is my foes debt Ben. Away be gone the sport is at the best Rom. I so I feare the more is my vnrest Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone We haue a trifling foolish Banquet towards Is it e'ne so why then I thanke you all I thanke you honest Gentlemen good night More Torches here come on then let 's to bed Ah sirrah by my faie it waxes late I le to my rest Iuli. Come hither Nurse What is yond Gentleman Nur. The Sonne and Heire of old Tyberio Iuli. What 's he that now is going out of doore Nur. Marrie that I thinke be young Petruchio Iul. What 's he that follows here that would not dance Nur. I know not Iul. Go aske his name if he be married My graue is like to be my wedded bed Nur. His name is Romeo and a Mountague The onely Sonne of your great Enemie Iul. My onely Loue sprung from my onely hate Too early seene vnknowne and knowne too late Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me That I must loue a loathed Enemie Nur. What 's this what 's this Iul. A rime I learne euen now Of one I dan'st withall One cals within Iuliet Nur. Anon anon Come let 's away the strangers all are gone Exeunt Chorus Now old desire doth in his death bed lie And yong affection gapes to be his Heire That faire for which Loue gron'd for and would die With tender Iuliet matcht is now not faire Now Romeo is beloued and Loues againe A like bewitched by the charme of lookes But to his foe suppos'd he must complaine And she steale Loues sweet bait from fearefull hookes Being held a foe he may not haue accesse To breath such vowes as Louers vse to sweare And she as much in Loue her meanes much lesse To meete her new Beloued any where But passion lends them Power time meanes to meete Temp'ring extremities with extreame sweete Enter Romeo alone Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here Turne backe dull earth and find thy Center out Enter Benuolio with Mercutio Ben. Romeo my Cozen Romeo Romeo Merc. He is wise And on my life hath stolne him home to bed Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall Call good Mercutio Nay I le coniure too Mer. Romeo Humours Madman Passion Louer Appeare thou in the likenesse of a sigh Speake but one rime and I am satisfied Cry me but ay me Prouant but Loue and day Speake to my goship Venus one faire word One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her Young Abraham Cupid he that shot so true When King Cophetâ—a lou'd the begger Maid He heareth not he stirreth not he moueth not The Ape is dead I must coniure him I coniure thee by Rosalines bright eyes By her High forehead and her Scarlet lip By her Fine foote Straight leg and Quiuering thigh And the Demeanes that there Adiacent lie That in thy likenesse thou appeare to vs. Ben. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him Mer. This cannot anger him t' would anger him To raise a spirit in his Mistresse circle Of some strange nature letting it stand Till she had laid it and coniured it downe That were some spight My inuocation is faire and honest in his Mistris name I coniure onely but to raise vp him Ben. Come he hath hid himselfe among these Trees To be consorted with the Humerous night Blind is his Loue and best befits the darke Mer. If Loue be blind Loue cannot hit the marke Now will he sit vnder a Medler tree And wish his Mistresse were that kind of Fruite As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone O Romeo that she were O that she were An open or thou a Poprin Peare Romeo goodnight I le to my Truckle bed This Field-bed is to cold for me to sleepe Come shall we go Ben. Go then for 't is in vaine to seeke him here That meanes not to be found Exeunt Rom. He ieasts at Scarres that neuer felt a wound But soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the East and Iuliet is the Sunne Arise faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone Who is already sicke and pale with griefe That thou her Maid art far more faire then she Be not her Maid since she is enuious Her Vestal liuery is but sicke and greene And none but fooles do weare it cast it off It is my Lady O it is my Loue O that she knew she were She speakes yet she sayes nothing what of that Her eye
for cost Nur. Go you Cot-queane go Get you to bed faith you le be sicke to morrow For this nights watching Cap. No not a whit what I haue watcht ere now All night for lesse cause and nere beene sicke La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time But I will watch you from such watching now Exit Lady and Nurse Cap. A iealous hood a iealous hood Now fellow what there Enter three or foure with spits and logs and baskets Fel. Things for the Cooke sir but I know not what Cap. Make hast make hast sirrah fetch drier Logs Call Peter he will shew thee where they are Fel. I haue a head sir that will find out logs And neuer trouble Peter for the matter Cap. Masse and well said a merrie horson ha Thou shalt be loggerhead good Father 't is day Play Musicke The Countie will be here with Musicke straight For so he said he would I heare him neere Nurse wife what ho what Nurse I say Enter Nurse Go waken Iuliet go and trim her vp I le go and chat with Paris hie make hast Make hast the Bridegroome he is come already Make hast I say Nur. Mistris what Mistris Iuliet Fast I warrant her she Why Lambe why Lady fie you sluggabed Why Loue I say Madam sweet heart why Bride What not a word You take your peniworths now Sleepe for a weeke for the next night I warrant The Countie Paris hath set vp his rest That you shall rest but little God forgiue me Marrie and Amen how sound is she a sleepe I must needs wake her Madam Madam Madam I let the Countie take you in your bed Hee le fright you vp yfaith Will it not be What drest and in your clothes and downe againe I must needs wake you Lady Lady Lady Alas alas helpe helpe my Ladyes dead Oh weladay that euer I was borne Some Aqua-vitae ho my Lord my Lady Mo. What noise is heere Enter Mother Nur. O lamentable day Mo. What is the matter Nur. Looke looke oh heauie day Mo. O me O me my Child my onely life Reuiue looke vp or I will die with thee Helpe helpe call helpe Enter Father Fa. For shame bring Iuliet forth her Lord is come Nur. Shee 's dead deceast shee 's dead alacke the day M. Alacke the day shee 's dead shee 's dead shee 's dead Fa. Ha Let me see her out alas shee 's cold Her blood is setled and her ioynts are stiffe Life and these lips haue long bene sep erated Death lies on her like an vntimely frost Vpon the swetest flower of all the field Nur. O Lamentable day Mo. O wofull time Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile Ties vp my tongue and will not let me speake Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come is the Bride ready to go to Church Fa. Ready to go but neuer to returne O Sonne the night before thy wedding day Hath death laine with thy wife there she lies Flower as she was deflowred by him Death is my Sonne in-law death is my Heire My Daughter he hath wedded I will die And leaue him all life liuing all is deaths Pa. Haue I thought long to see this mornings face And doth it giue me such a sight as this Mo. Accur'st vnhappie wretched hatefull day Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage But one poore one one poore and louing Child But one thing to reioyce and solace in And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight Nur. O wo O wofull wofull wofull day Most lamentable day most wofull day That euer euer I did yet behold O day O day O day O hatefull day Neuer was seene so blacke a day as this O wofull day O wofull day Pa. Beguild diuorced wronged spighted slaine Most detestable death by thee beguil'd By cruell cruell thee quite ouerthrowne O loue O life not life but loue in death Fat Despis'd distressed hated martir'd kil'd Vncomfortable time why cam'st thou now To murther murther our solemnitie O Child O Child my soule and not my Child Dead art thou alacke my Child is dead And with my Child my ioyes are buried Fri. Peace ho for shame confusions Care liues not In these confusions heauen and your selfe Had part in this faire Maid now heauen hath all And all the better is it for the Maid Your part in her you could not keepe from death But heauen keepes his part in eternall life The most you sought was her promotion For 't was your heauen she shouldst be aduan'st And weepe ye now seeing she is aduan'st Aboue the Cloudes as high as Heauen it selfe O in this loue you loue your Child so ill That you run mad seeing that she is well Shee 's not well married that liues married long But shee 's best married that dies married yong Drie vp your teares and sticke your Rosemarie On this faire Coarse and as the custome is And in her best array beare her to Church For though some Nature bids all vs lament Yet Natures teares are Reasons merriment Fa. All things that we ordained Festiuall Turne from their office to blacke Funerall Our instruments to melancholy Bells Our wedding cheare to a sad buriall Feast Our solemne Hymnes to sullen Dyrges change Our Bridall flowers serue for a buried Coarse And all things change them to the contrarie Fri. Sir go you in and Madam go with him And go sir Paris euery one prepare To follow this faire Coarse vnto her graue The heauens do lowre vpon you for some ill Moue them no more by crossing their high will Exeunt Mu. Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone Nur. Honest good fellowes Ah put vp put vp For well you know this is a pitifull case Mu. I by my troth the case may be amended Enter Peter Pet. Musitions oh Musitions Hearts ease hearts ease O and you will haue me liue play hearts ease Mu. Why hearts ease Pet. O Musitions Because my heart it selfe plaies my heart is full Mu. Not a dump we 't is no time to play now Pet. You will not then Mu. No. Pet. I will then giue it you soundly Mu. What will you giue vs Pet. No money on my faith but the gleeke I will giue you the Minstrell Mu. Then will I giue you the Seruing creature Peter Then will I lay the seruing Creatures Dagger on your pate I will carie no Crochets I le Re you I le Fa you do you note me Mu. And you Re vs and Fa vs you Note vs. 2. M. Pray you put vp your Dagger And put out your wit Then haue at you with my wit Peter I will drie-beate you with an yron wit And put vp my yron Dagger Answere me like men When griping griefes the heart doth wound then Musicke with her siluer sound Why siluer sound why Musicke with her siluer sound what say you Simon Catling Mu. Mary sir because siluer hath a sweet sound Pet. Pratest what say you Hugh
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as
set our horses Kent I' th' myre Stew. Prythee if thou lou'st me tell me Kent I loue thee not Ste. Why then I care not for thee Kent If I had thee in Lipsbury Pinfold I would make thee care for me Ste. Why do'st thou vse me thus I know thee not Kent Fellow I know thee Ste. What do'st thou know me for Kent A Knaue a Rascall an eater of broken meates a base proud shallow beggerly three-suited-hundred pound filthy woosted-stocking knaue a Lilly-liuered action-taking whoreson glasse-gazing super-seruiceable finicall Rogue one Trunke-inheriting slaue one that would'st be a Baud in way of good seruice and art nothing but the composition of a Knaue Begger Coward Pandar and the Sonne and Heire of a Mungrill Bitch one whom I will beate into clamours whining if thou deny'st the least sillable of thy addition Stew. Why what a monstrous Fellow art thou thus to raile on one that is neither knowne of thee nor knowes thee Kent What a brazen-fac'd Varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me Is it two dayes since I tript vp thy heeles and beate thee before the King Draw you rogue for though it be night yet the Moone shines I le make a sop o th' Moonshine of you you whoreson Cullyenly Barber-monger draw Stew. Away I haue nothing to do with thee Kent Draw you Rascall you come with Letters against the King and take Vanitie the puppets part against the Royaltie of her Father draw you Rogue or I le so carbonado your shanks draw you Rascall come your waies Ste. Helpe ho murther helpe Kent Strike you slaue stand rogue stand you neat slaue strike Stew. Helpe hoa murther murther Enter Bastard Cornewall Regan Gloster Seruants Bast How now what 's the matter Part. Kent With you goodman Boy if you please come I le flesh ye come on yong Master Glo. Weapons Armes what 's the matter here Cor. Keepe peace vpon your liues he dies that strikes againe what is the matter Reg. The Messengers from our Sister and the King Cor. What is your difference speake Stew. I am scarce in breath my Lord. Kent No Maruell you haue so bestir'd your valour you cowardly Rascall nature disclaimes in thee a Taylor made thee Cor. Thou art a strange fellow a Taylor make a man Kent A Taylor Sir a Stone-cutter or a Painter could not haue made him so ill though they had bin but two yeares o th' trade Cor. Speake yet how grew your quarrell Ste. This ancient Ruffian Sir whose life I haue spar'd at sute of his gray-beard Kent Thou whoreson Zed thou vnnecessary letter my Lord if you will giue me leaue I will tread this vnboulted villaine into morter and daube the wall of a Iakes with him Spare my gray-beard you wagtaile Cor. Peace sirrah You beastly knaue know you no reuerence Kent Yes Sir but anger hath a priuiledge Cor. Why art thou angrie Kent That such a slaue as this should weare a Sword Who weares no honesty such smiling rogues as these Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a twaine Which are t' intrince t' vnloose smooth euery passion That in the natures of their Lords rebell Being oile to fire snow to the colder moodes Reuenge affirme and turne their Halcion beakes With euery gall and varry of their Masters Knowing naught like dogges but following A plague vpon your Epilepticke visage Smoile you my speeches as I were a Foole Goose if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine I 'ld driue ye cackling home to Camelot Corn. What art thou mad old Fellow Glost How fell you out say that Kent No contraries hold more antipathy Then I and such a knaue Corn. Why do'st thou call him Knaue What is his fault Kent His countenance likes me not Cor. No more perchance do's mine not his nor hers Kent Sir 't is my occupation to be plaine I haue seene better faces in my time Then stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant Corn. This is some Fellow Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntnesse doth affect A saucy roughnes and constraines the garb Quite from his Nature He cannot flatter he An honest mind and plaine he must speake truth And they will take it so if not hee 's plaine These kind of Knaues I know which in this plainnesse Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends Then twenty silly-ducking obseruants That stretch their duties nicely Kent Sir in good faith in sincere verity Vnder th' allowance of your great aspect Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire On flicking Phoebus front Corn. What mean'st by this Kent To go out of my dialect which you discommend so much I know Sir I am no flatterer he that beguild you in a plaine accent was a plaine Knaue which for my part I will not be though I should win your displeasure to entreat me too 't Corn. What was th' offence you gaue him Ste. I neuer gaue him any It pleas'd the King his Master very late To strike at me vpon his misconstruction When he compact and flattering his displeasure Tript me behind being downe insulted rail'd And put vpon him such a deale of Man That worthied him got praises of the King For him attempting who was selfe-subdued And in the fleshment of this dead exploit Drew on me here againe Kent None of these Rogues and Cowards But Aiax is there Foole. Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks You stubborne ancient Knaue you reuerent Bragart Wee 'l teach you Kent Sir I am too old to learne Call not your Stocks for me I serue the King On whose imployment I was sent to you You shall doe small respects show too bold malice Against the Grace and Person of my Master Stocking his Messenger Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks As I haue life and Honour there shall he sit till Noone Reg. Till noone till night my Lord and all night too Kent Why Madam if I were your Fathers dog You should not vse me so Reg. Sir being his Knaue I will Stocks brought out Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour Our Sister speakes of Come bring away the Stocks Glo. Let me beseech your Grace not to do so The King his Master needs must take it ill That he so slightly valued in his Messenger Should haue him thus restrained Cor. I le answere that Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse To haue her Gentleman abus'd assaulted Corn. Come my Lord away Exit Glo. I am sorry for thee friend 't is the Duke pleasure Whose disposition all the world well knowes Will not be rub'd nor stopt I le entreat for thee Kent Pray do not Sir I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard Some time I shall sleepe out the rest I le whistle A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles Giue you good morrow Glo. The Duke 's too blame in this 'T will be ill taken Exit Kent Good King that must approue the common saw Thou out of Heauens benediction com'st To the warme Sun Approach thou Beacon to this
seene her Eno. Oh sir you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke which not to haue beene blest withall would haue discredited your Trauaile Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Sir Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Fuluia Ant. Dead Eno. Why sir giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth comforting therein that when olde Robes are worne out there are members to make new If there were no more Women but Fuluia then had you indeede a cut and the case to be lamented This greefe is crown'd with Consolation your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate and indeed the teares liue in an Onion that should water this sorrow Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State Cannot endure my absence Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you especially that of Cleopatra's which wholly depends on your abode Ant. No more light Answeres Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene And get her loue to part For not alone The death of Fuluia with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome Petition vs at home Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar and commands The Empire of the Sea Our slippery people Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer Till his deserts are past begin to throw Pompey the great and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne who high in Name and Power Higher then both in Blood and Life stands vp For the maine Souldier Whose quality going on The sides o' th' world may danger Much is breeding Which like the Coursers heire hath yet but life And not a Serpents poyson Say our pleasure To such whose places vnder vs require Our quicke remoue from hence Enob. I shall doo 't Enter Cleopatra Charmian Alexas and Iras. Cleo. Where is he Char. I did not see him since Cleo. See where he is Whose with him what he does I did not send you If you finde him sad Say I am dauncing if in Myrth report That I am sodaine sicke Quicke and returne Char. Madam me thinkes if you did loue him deerly You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him Cleo. What should I do I do not Ch. In each thing giue him way crosse him in nothing Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole the way to lose him Char. Tempt him not so too farre I wish forbeare In time we hate that which we often feare Enter Anthony But heere comes Anthony Cleo. I am sicke and sullen An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian I shall fall It cannot be thus long the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Ant. Now my deerest Queene Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee Ant. What 's the matter Cleo. I know by that same eye ther 's some good news What sayes the married woman you may goe Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come Let her not say 't is I that keepe you heere I haue no power vpon you Hers you are Ant. The Gods best know Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Ant. Cleopatra Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine true Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods Who haue beene false to Fuluia Riotous madnesse To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes Which breake themselues in swearing Ant. Most sweet Queene Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going But bid farewell and goe When you sued staying Then was the time for words No going then Eternity was in our Lippes and Eyes Blisse in our browes bent none our parts so poore But was a race of Heauen They are so still Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world Art turn'd the greatest Lyar. Ant. How now Lady Cleo. I would I had thy inches thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt Ant. Heare me Queene The strong necessity of Time commands Our Seruicles a-while but my full heart Remaines in vse with you Our Italy Shines o're with ciuill Swords Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome Equality of two Domesticke powers Breed scrupulous faction The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue The condemn'd Pompey Rich in his Fathers Honor creepes apace Into the hearts of such as haue not thriued Vpon the present state whose Numbers threaten And quietnesse growne sicke of rest would purge By any desperate change My more particular And that which most with you should safe my going Is Fuluias death Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse Can Fuluia dye Ant. She 's dead my Queene Looke heere and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak'd at the last best See when and where shee died Cleo. O most false Loue Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water Now I see I see In Fuluias death how mine receiu'd shall be Ant. Quarrell no more but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare which are or cease As you shall giue th' aduice By the fire That quickens Nylus slime I go from hence Thy Souldier Seruant making Peace or Warre As thou affects Cleo. Cut my Lace Charmian come But let it be I am quickly ill and well So Anthony loues Ant. My precious Queene forbeare And giue true euidence to his Loue which stands An honourable Triall Cleo. So Fuluia told me I prythee turne aside and weepe for her Then bid adiew to me and say the teares Belong to Egypt Good now play one Scene Of excellent dissembling and let it looke Like perfect Honor. Ant. You 'l heat my blood no more Cleo. You can do better yet but this is meetly Ant. Now by Sword Cleo. And Target Still he mends But this is not the best Looke prythee Charmian How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe Ant. I le leaue you Lady Cleo. Courteous Lord one word Sir you and I must part but that 's not it Sir you and I haue lou'd but there 's not it That you know well something it is I would Oh my Obliuion is a very Anthony And I am all forgotten Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe Cleo. 'T is sweating Labour To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this But Sir forgiue me Since my becommings kill me when they do not Eye well to you Your Honor calles you hence Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly And all the Gods go with you Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete Ant. Let vs go Come Our separation so abides and flies That thou reciding heere goes yet with mee And I hence fleeting heere remaine with thee