that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murdred her kinsman Oh tell me Frier tell me In what vile part of this Anatomie Doth my name lodge Tell me that I may sacke The hatefull Mansion Fri. Hold thy desperate hand Art thou a man thy forme cries out thou art Thy teares are womanish thy wild acts denote The vnreasonable Furie of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man And ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temper'd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady that in thy life lies By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe Why rayl'st thou on thy birth the heauen and earth Since birth and heauen and earth all three do meete In thee at once which thou at once would'st loose Fie fie thou sham'st thy shape thy loue thy wit Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all And vsest none in that true vse indeed Which should bedecke thy shape thy loue thy wit Thy Noble shape is but a forme of waxe Digressing from the Valour of a man Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow periurie Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit that Ornament to shape and Loue Mishapen in the conduct of them both Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske Is set a fire by thine owne ignorance And thou dismembred with thine owne defence What rowse thee man thy Iuliet is aliue For whose deare sake thou wast but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou slew'st Tybalt there art thou happie The law that threatned death became thy Friend And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy A packe or blessing light vpon thy backe Happinesse Courts thee in her best array But like a mishaped and sullen wench Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue Take heed take heed for such die miserable Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time To blaze your marriage reconcile your Friends Beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee backe With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy Then thou went'st forth in lamentation Goe before Nurse commend me to thy Lady And bid her hasten all the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Romeo is comming Nur. O Lord I could haue staid here all night To heare good counsell oh what learning is My Lord I le tell my Lady you will come Rom. Do so and bid my Sweete prepare to chide Nur. Heere sir a Ring she bid me giue you sir Hie you make hast for it growes very late Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this Fri. Go hence Goodnight and here stands all your state Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the breake of day disguis'd from hence Soiourne in Mantua I le find out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap to you that chaunces heere Giue me thy hand 't is late farewell goodnight Rom. But that a ioy past ioy calls out on me It were a griefe so briefe to part with thee Farewell Exeunt Enter old Capulet his Wife and Paris Cap. Things haue falne ouâ— sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter Looke you she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to die 'T is very late she 'l not come downe to night I promise you but for your company I would haue bin a bed an houre ago Par. These times of wo affoord no times to wooe Madam goodnight commend me to your Daughter Lady I will and know her mind early to morrow To night she is mewed vp to her heauinesse Cap. Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue I thinke she will be rul'd In all respects by me nay more I doubt it not Wife go you to her ere you go to bed Acquaint her here of my Sonne Paris Loue And bid her marke you me on Wendsday next But soft what day is this Par. Monday my Lord. Cap. Monday ha ha well Wendsday is too soone A Thursday let it be a Thursday tell her She shall be married to this Noble Earle Will you be ready do you like this hast Wee le keepe no great adoe a Friend or two For harke you Tybalt being slaine so late It may be thought we held him carelesly Being our kinsman if we reuell much Therefore wee le haue some halfe a dozen Friends And there an end But what say you to Thursday Paris My Lord I would that Thursday were to morrow Cap. Well get you gone a Thursday be it then Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed Prepare her wife against this wedding day Farewell my Lord light to my Chamber hoa Afore me it is so late that we may call ir early by and by Goodnight Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft Iul. Wilt thou be gone It is not yet neere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree Beleeue me Loue it was the Nightingale Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne No Nightingale looke Loue what enuious streakes Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East Nights Candles are burnt out and Iocond day Stands tip to on the mistie Mountaines tops I must be gone and liue or stay and die Iul. Yond light is not daylight I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Therefore stay yet thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be tane let me be put to death I am content so thou wilt haue it so I le say you gray is not the mornings eye 'T is but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads I haue more care to stay then will to go Come death and welcome Iuliet wills it so How i st my soule le ts talke it is not day Iuli. It is it is hie hence be gone away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for she diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes O now I would they had chang'd voyces too Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Hunts-vp to the day O now be gone more light and it light growes Rom. More light light more darke darke our woes Enter Madam and Nurse Nur. Madam Iul. Nurse Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber The day is broke be wary looke
slaine and all his men Vpon the foot of feare fled with the rest And falling from a hill he was so bruiz'd That the pursuers tooke him At my Tent The Dowglas is and I beseech your Grace I may dispose of him King With all my heart Prin. Then Brother Iohn of Lancaster To you this honourable bounty shall belong Go to the Dowglas and deliuer him Vp to his pleasure ransomlesse and free His Valour shewne vpon our Crests to day Hath taught vs how to cherish such high deeds Euen in the bosome of our Aduersaries King Then this remaines that we diuide our Power You Sonne Iohn and my Cousin Westmerland Towards Yorke shall bend you with your deerest speed To meet Northumberland and the Prelate Scroope Who as we heare are busily in Armes My Selfe and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales To fight with Glendower and the Earle of March Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way Meeting the Checke of such another day And since this Businesse so faire is done Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne Exeunt FINIS The Second Part of Henry the Fourth Containing his Death and the Coronation of King Henry the Fift Actus Primus Scoena Prima INDVCTION Enter Rumour OPen your Eares For which of you will stop The vent of Hearing when loud Rumor speakes I from the Orient to the drooping West Making the winde my Post-horse still vnfold The Acts commenced on this Ball of Earth Vpon my Tongue continuall Slanders ride The which in euery Language I pronounce Stuffing the Eares of them with false Reports I speake of Peace while couert Enmitie Vnder the smile of Safety wounds the World And who but Rumour who but onely I Make fearfull Masters and prepar'd Defence Whil'st the bigge yeare swolne with some other griefes Is thought with childe by the sterne Tyrant Warre And no such matter Rumour is a Pipe Blowne by Surmises Ielousies Coniectures And of so easie and so plaine a stop That the blunt Monster with vncounted heads The still discordant wauering Multitude Can play vpon it But what neede I thus My well-knowne Body to Anathomize Among my houshold Why is Rumour heere I run before King Harries victory Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie Hath beaten downe yong Hotspurre and his Troopes Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion Euen with the Rebels blood But what meane I To speake so true at first My Office is To noyse abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotspurres Sword And that the King before the Dowglas Rage Stoop'd his Annointed head as low as death This haue I rumour'd through the peasant-Townes Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone Where Hotspurres Father old Northumberland Lyes crafty sicke The Postes come tyring on And not a man of them brings other newes Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues They bring smooth-Comforts-false worse then True-wrongs Exit Scena Secunda Enter Lord Bardolfe and the Porter L. Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere ho◠Where is the Earle Por. What shall I say you are Bar. Tell thou the Earle That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere Por. His Lordship is walk'd forth into the Orchard Please it your Honor knocke but at the Gate And he himselfe will answer Enter Northumberland L. Bar. Heere comes the Earle Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe Eu'ry minute now Should be the Father of some Stratagem The Times are wilde Contention like a Horse Full of high Feeding madly hath broke loose And beares downe all before him L. Bar. Noble Earle I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury Nor. Good and heauen will L. Bar. As good as heart can wish The King is almost wounded to the death And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne Prince Harrie slaine out-right and both the Blunts Kill'd by the hand of Dowglas Yong Prince Iohn And Westmerland and Stafford fled the Field And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne the Hulke Sir Iohn Is prisoner to your Sonne O such a Day So fought so follow'd and so fairely wonne Came not till now to dignifie the Times Since Caesars Fortunes Nor. How is this deriu'd Saw you the Field Came you from Shrewsbury L. Bar. I spake with one my L. that came frō thence A Gentleman well bred and of good name That freely render'd me these newes for true Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauers whom I sent On Tuesday last to listen after Newes Enter Trauers L. Bar. My Lord I ouer-rod him on the way And he is furnish'd with no certainties More then he haply may retaile from me Nor. Now Trauers what good tidings comes frō you Tra. My Lord Sir Iohn Vmfreuill turn'd me backe With ioyfull tydings and being better hors'd Out-rod me After him came spurring head A Gentleman almost fore-spent with speed That stopp'd by me to breath his bloodied horse He ask'd the way to Chester And of him I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury He told me that Rebellion had ill lucke And that yong Harry Percies Spurre was cold With that he gaue his able Horse the head And bending forwards strooke his able heeles Against the panting sides of his poore Iade Vp to the Rowell head and starting so He seem'd in running to deuoure the way Staying no longer question North. Ha Againe Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold Of Hot-Spurre cold-Spurre that Rebellion Had met ill lucke L. Bar. My Lord I le tell you what If my yong Lord your Sonne haue not the day Vpon mine Honor for a silken point I le giue my Barony Neuer talke of it Nor. Why should the Gentleman that rode by Trauers Giue then such instances of Losse L. Bar. Who he He was some hielding Fellow that had stolne The Horse he rode-on and vpon my life Speake at aduenture Looke here comes more Newes Enter Morton Nor. Yea this mans brow like to a Title-leafe Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume So lookes the Strond when the Imperious Flood Hath left a witnest Vsurpation Say Morton did'st thou come from Shrewsbury Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury my Noble Lord Where hatefull death put on his vgliest Maske To fright our party North. How doth my Sonne and Brother Thou trembl'st and the whitenesse in thy Cheeke Is apter then thy Tongue to tell thy Errand Euen such a man so faint so spiritlesse So dull so dead in looke so woe-be-gone Drew Priams Curtaine in the dead of night And would haue told him Halfe his Troy was burn'd But Priam found the Fire ere he his Tongue And I my Percies death ere thou report'st it This thou would'st say Your Sonne did thus and thus Your Brother thus So fought the Noble Dowglas Stopping my greedy eare with their bold deeds But in the end to stop mine Eare indeed Thou hast a Sigh to blow away this Praise Ending with Brother Sonne and all are dead Mor. Dowglas is liuing and your Brother yet But for my Lord your Sonne North. Why
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
the Swords of common Souldiers slaine Edw. Lord Staffords Father Duke of Buckingham Is either slaine or wounded dangerous I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow That this is true Father behold his blood Mount And Brother here 's the Earle of Wiltshires blood Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd Rich. Speake thou for me and tell them what I did Plan. Richard hath best deseru'd of all my sonnes But is your Grace dead my Lord of Somerset Nor. Such hope haue all the line of Iohn of Gaunt Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head Warw. And so doe I victorious Prince of Yorke Before I see thee seated in that Throne Which now the House of Lancaster vsurpes I vow by Heauen these eyes shall neuer close This is the Pallace of the fearefull King And this the Regall Seat possesse it Yorke For this is thine and not King Henries Heires Plant. Assist me then sweet Warwick and I will For hither we haue broken in by force Norf. Wee 'le all assist you he that flyes shall dye Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke stay by me my Lords And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night They goe vp Warw. And when the King comes offer him no violence Vnlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile By words or blowes here let vs winne our right Rich. Arm'd as we are let 's stay within this House Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd Vnlesse Plantagenet Duke of Yorke be King And bashfull Henry depos'd whose Cowardize Hath made vs by-words to our enemies Plant. Then leaue me not my Lords be resolute I meane to take possession of my Right Warw. Neither the King nor he that loues him best The prowdest hee that holds vp Lancaster Dares stirre a Wing if Warwick shake his Bells I le plant Plantagenet root him vp who dares Resolue thee Richard clayme the English Crowne Flourish Enter King Henry Clifford Northumberland Westmerland Exeter and the rest Henry My Lords looke where the sturdie Rebell sits Euen in the Chayre of State belike he meanes Backt by the power of Warwicke that false Peere To aspire vnto the Crowne and reigne as King Earle of Northumberland he slew thy Father And thine Lord Clifford you both haue vow'd reuenge On him his sonnes his fauorites and his friends Northumb. If I be not Heauens be reueng'd on me Clifford The hope thereof makes Clifford mourne in Steele Westm What shall we suffer this le ts pluck him down My heart for anger burnes I cannot brooke it Henry Be patient gentle Earle of Westmerland Clifford Patience is for Poultroones such as he He durst not sit there had your Father liu'd My gracious Lord here in the Parliament Let vs assayle the Family of Yorke North Well hast thou spoken Cousin be it so Henry Ah know you not the Citie fauours them And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck Westm But when the Duke is slaine they 'le quickly flye Henry Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart To make a Shambles of the Parliament House Cousin of Exeter frownes words and threats Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vse Thou factious Duke of Yorke descend my Throne And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet I am thy Soueraigne Yorke I am thine Exet. For shame come downe he made thee Duke of Yorke Yorke It was my Inheritance as the Earledome was Exet. Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne Warw. Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne In following this vsurping Henry Clifford Whom should hee follow but his naturall King Warw. True Clifford that 's Richard Duke of Yorke Henry And shall I stand and thou sit in my Throne Yorke It must and shall be so content thy selfe Warw. Be Duke of Lancaster let him be King Westm He is both King and Duke of Lancaster And that the Lord of Westmerland shall maintaine Warw. And Warwick shall disproue it You forget That we are those which chas'd you from the field And slew your Fathers and with Colours spread Marcht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates Northumb. Yes Warwicke I remember it to my griefe And by his Soule thou and thy House shall rue it Westm Plantagenet of thee and these thy Sonnes Thy Kinsmen and thy Friends I le haue more liues Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines Cliff Vrge it no more left that in stead of words I send thee Warwicke such a Messenger As shall reuenge his death before I stirre Warw. Poore Clifford how I scorne his worthlesse Threats Plant. Will you we shew our Title to the Crowne If not our Swords shall pleade it in the field Henry What Title hast thou Traytor to the Crowne My Father was as thou art Duke of Yorke Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer Earle of March I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift Who made the Dolphin and the French to stoupe And seiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces Warw. Talke not of France sith thou hast lost it all Henry The Lord Protector lost it and not I When I was crown'd I was but nine moneths old Rich. You are old enough now And yet me thinkes you loose Father teare the Crowne from the Vsurpers Head Edward Sweet Father doe so set it on your Head Mount Good Brother As thou lou'st and honorest Armes Let 's fight it out and not stand cauilling thus Richard Sound Drummes and Trumpets and the King will flye Plant. Sonnes peace Henry Peace thou and giue King Henry leaue to speake Warw. Plantagenet shal speake first Heare him Lords And be you silent and attentiue too For he that interrupts him shall not liue Hen. Think'st thou that I will leaue my Kingly Throne Wherein my Grandsire and my Father sat No first shall Warre vnpeople this my Realme I and their Colours often borne in France And now in England to our hearts great sorrow Shall be my Winding-sheet Why faint you Lords My Title 's good and better farre then his Warw. Proue it Henry and thou shalt be King Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conquest got the Crowne Plant. 'T was by Rebellion against his King Henry I know not what to say my Titles weake Tell me may not a King adopt an Heire Plant. What then Henry And if he may then am I lawfull King For Richard in the view of many Lords Resign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth Whose Heire my Father was and I am his Plant. He rose against him being his Soueraigne And made him to resigne his Crowne perforce Warw. Suppose my Lords he did it vnconstrayn'd Thinke you 't were preiudiciall to his Crowne Exet. No for he could not so resigne his Crowne But that the next Heire should succeed and reigne Henry Art thou against vs Duke of Exeter Exet. His is the right and therefore pardon me Plant. Why whisper you my Lords and answer not Exet. My Conscience tells me
being yours and so great Powres If you will take this Audit take this life And cancell these cold Bonds Oh Imogen I le speake to thee in silence Solemne Musicke Enter as in an Apparation Sicillius Leonatus Father to Posthumus an old man attyred like a warriour leading in his hand an ancient Matron his wife Mother to Posthumus with Musicke before them Then after other Musicke followes the two young Leonati Brothers to Posthumus with wounds as they died in the warrs They circle Posthumus round as he lies sleeping Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Master shew thy spight on Mortall Flies With Mars fall out with Iuno chide that thy Adulteries Rates and Reuenges Hath my poore Boy done ought but well whose face I neuer saw I dy'de whil'st in the Wombe he staide attending Natures Law Whos 's Father then as men report thou Orphanes Father art Thou should'st haue bin and sheelded him from this earth-vexing smart Moth. Lucina lent not me her ayde but tooke me in my Throwes That from me was Posthumus ript came crying ' mong'st his Foes A thing of pitty Sicil. Great Nature like his Ancestrie moulded the stuffe so faire That hed seru'd the praise o' th' World as great Sicilius heyre 1. Bro. When once he was mature for man in Britaine where was hee That could stand vp his paralell Or fruitfull obiect bee In eye of Imogen that bâ—st could deeme his dignitie Mo. With Marriage wherefore was he mockt to be exil'd and throwne From Leonati Seate and cast from her his deerest one Sweete Imogen Sic. Why did you suffer Iachimo slight thing of Italy To taint his Nobler hart braine with needlesse ielousy And to become the geeke and scorne o' th' others vilany 2 Bro. For this from stiller Seats we came our Parents and vs twaine That striking in our Countries cause fell brauely and were slaine Our Fealty Tenantius right with Honor to maintaine 1 Bro. Like hardiment Posthumus hath to Cymbeline perform'd Then Iupiter y u King of Gods why hast y u thus adiourn'd The Graces for his Merits due being all to dolors turn'd Sicil. Thy Christall window ope looke looke out no longer exercise Vpon a valiant Race thy harsh and potent iniuries Moth. Since Iupiter our Son is good take off his miseries Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion helpe or we poore Ghosts will cry To ' th' shining Synod of the rest against thy Deity Brothers Helpe Iupiter or we appeale and from thy iustice flye Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning sitting vppon an Eagle hee throwes a Thunder-bolt The Ghostes fall on their knees Iupiter No more you petty Spirits of Region low Offend our hearing hush How dare you Ghostes Accuse the Thunderer whose Bolt you know Sky-planted batters all rebelling Coasts Poore shadowes of Elizium hence and rest Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres Be not with mortall accidents opprest No care of yours it is you know 't is ours Whom best I loue I crosse to make my guift The more delay'd delighted Be content Your low-laide Sonne our Godhead will vplift His Comforts thriue his Trials well are spent Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth and in Our Temple was he married Rise and fade He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen And happier much by his Affliction made This Tablet lay vpon his Brest wherein Our pleasure his full Fortune doth confine And so away no farther with your dinne Expresse Impatience least you stirre vp mine Mount Eagle to my Palace Christalline Ascends Sicil. He came in Thunder his Celestiall breath Was sulphurous to smell the holy Eagle Stoop'd as to foote vs his Ascension is More sweet then our blest Fields his Royall Bird Prunes the immortall wing and cloyes his Beake As when his God is pleas'd All. Thankes Iupiter Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes he is enter'd His radiant Roofe Away and to be blest Let vs with care performe his great behest Vanish Post Sleepe thou hast bin a Grandsire and begot A Father to me and thou hâ—st created A Mother and two Brothers But oh scorne Gone they went hence so soone as they were borne And so I am awake Poore Wretches that depend On Greatnesse Fauour Dreame as I haue done Wake and finde nothing But alas I swerue Many Dreame not to finde neither deserue And yet are steep'd in Fauours so am I That haue this Golden chance and know not why What Fayeries haunt this ground A Book Oh rare one Be not as is our fangled world a Garment Nobler then that it couers Let thy effects So follow to be most vnlike our Courtiers As good as promise Reades WHen as a Lyons whelpe shall to himselfe vnknown without seeking finde and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender Ayre And when from a stately Cedar shall be lopt branches which being dead many yeares shall after reuiue bee ioynted to the old Stocke and freshly grow then shall Posthumus end his miseries Britaine be fortunate and flourish in Peace and Plentie 'T is still a Dreame or else such stuffe as Madmen Tongue and braine not either both or nothing Or senselesse speaking or a speaking such As sense cannot vntye Be what it is The Action of my life is like it which I le keepe If but for simpathy Enter Gaoler Gao Come Sir are you ready for death Post Ouer-roasted rather ready long ago Gao Hanging is the word Sir if you bee readie for that you are well Cook'd Post So if I proue a good repast to the Spectators the dish payes the shot Gao A heauy reckoning for you Sir But the comfort is you shall be called to no more payments fear no more Tauerne Bils which are often the sadnesse of parting as the procuring of mirth you come in faint for want of meate depart reeling with too much drinke sorrie that you haue payed too much and sorry that you are payed too much Purse and Braine both empty the Brain the heauier for being too light the Purse too light being drawne of heauinesse Oh of this contradiction you shall now be quit Oh the charity of a penny Cord it summes vp thousands in a trice you haue no true Debitor and Creditor but it of what 's past is and to come the discharge your necke Sis is Pen Booke and Counters so the Acquittance followes Post I am merrier to dye then thou art to liue Gao Indeed Sir he that sleepes feeles not the Tooth-Ache but a man that were to sleepe your sleepe and a Hangman to helpe him to bed I think he would change places with his Officer for look you Sir you know not which way you shall go Post Yes indeed do I fellow Gao Your death has eyes in 's head then I haue not seene him so pictur'd you must either bee directed by some that take vpon them to know or to take vpon your selfe that which I am sure you do not know â—or iump the after-enquiry on your owne perill and how you shall speed in your iournies end
the decay of lust and late-walking through the Realme Mist Page Why Sir Iohn do you thinke though wee would haue thrust vertue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders and haue giuen our selues without scruple to hell that euer the deuill could haue made you our delight Ford What a hodge-pudding A bag of flax Mist Page A puft man Page Old cold wither'd and of intollerable entrailes Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Sathan Page And as poore as Iob Ford. And as wicked as his wife Euan. And giuen to Fornications and to Tauernes and Sacke and Wine and Metheglins and to drinkings and swearings and starings Pribles and prables Fal. Well I am your Theame you haue the start of me I am deiected I am not able to answer the Welch Flannell Ignorance it selfe is a plummet ore me vse me as you will Ford. Marry Sir wee 'l bring you to Windsor to one M r Broome that you haue cozon'd of money to whom you should haue bin a Pander ouer and aboue that you haue suffer'd I thinke to repay that money will be a biting affliction Page Yet be cheerefull Knight thou shalt eat a posset to night at my house wher I will desire thee to laugh at my wife that now laughes at thee Tell her M r Slender hath married her daughter Mist Page Doctors doubt that If Anne Page be my daughter she is by this Doctour Caius wife Slen. Whoa hoe hoe Father Page Page Sonne How now How now Sonne Haue you dispatch'd Slen. Dispatch'd I le make the best in Gloftershire know on 't would I were hang'd la else Page Of what sonne Slen. I came yonder at Eaton to marry Mistris Anne Page and she 's a great lubberly boy If it had not bene i' th Church I would haue swing'd him or hee should haue swing'd me If I did not thinke it had beene Anne Page would I might neuer stirre and 't is a Post-masters Boy Page Vpon my life then you tooke the wrong Slen. What neede you tell me that I think so when I tooke a Boy for a Girle If I had bene married to him for all he was in womans apparrell I would not haue had him Page Why this is your owne folly Did not I tell you how you should know my daughter By her garments Slen. I went to her in greene and cried Mum and she cride budget as Anne and I had appointed and yet it was not Anne but a Post-masters boy Mist. Page Good George be not angry I knew of your purpose turn'd my daughter into white and indeede she is now with the Doctor at the Deanrie and there married Cai. Ver is Mistris Page by gar I am cozoned I ha married oon Garsoon a boy oon pesant by gar A boy it is not An Page by gar I am cozened M. Page VVhy did you take her in white Cai. I bee gar and 't is a boy be gar I le raise all Windsor Ford. This is strange Who hath got the right Anne Page My heart misgiues me here comes M r Fenton How now M r Fenton Anne Pardon good father good my mother pardon Page Now Mistris How chance you went not with M r Slender M. Page Why went you not with M r Doctor maid Fen. You do amaze her heare the truth of it You would haue married her most shamefully Where there was no proportion held in loue The truth is she and I long since contracted Are now so sure that nothing can dissolue vs Th' offence is holy that she hath committed And this deceit looses the name of craft Of disobedience or vnduteous title Since therein she doth euitate and shun A thousand irreligious cursed houres Which forced marriage would haue brought vpon her Ford. Stand not amaz'd here is no remedie In Loue the heauens themselues do guide the state Money buyes Lands and wiues are sold by fate Fal. I am glad though you haue tane a special stand to strike at me that your Arrow hath glanc'd Page Well what remedy Fenton heauen giue thee ioy what cannot be eschew'd must be embrac'd Fal. When night-dogges run all sorts of Deere are chac'd Mist Page Well I will muse no further M r Fenton Heauen giue you many many merry dayes Good husband let vs euery one go home And laugh this sport ore by a Countrie fire Sir Iohn and all Ford. Let it be so Sir Iohn To Master Broome you yet shall hold your word For he to night shall lye with Mistris Ford Exeunt FINIS MEASVRE For Measure Actus primus Scena prima Enter Duke Escalus Lords Duke EScalus Esc My Lord. Duk. Of Gouernment the properties to vnfold Would seeme in me t' affect speech discourse Since I am put to know that your owne Science Exceedes in that the lists of all aduice My strength can giue you Then no more remaines But that to your sufficiency as your worth is able And let them worke The nature of our People Our Cities Institutions and the Termes For Common Iustice y' are as pregnant in As Art and practise hath inriched any That we remember There is our Commission From which we would not haue you warpe call hither I say bid come before vs Angelo What figure of vs thinke you he will beare For you must know we haue with speciall soule Elected him our absence to supply Lent him our terror drest him with our loue And giuen his Deputation all the Organs Of our owne powre What thinke you of it Esc If any in Vienna be of worth To vndergoe such ample grace and honour It is Lord Angelo Enter Angelo Duk. Looke where he comes Ang. Alwayes obedient to your Graces will I come to know your pleasure Duke Angelo There is a kinde of Character in thy life That to th' obseruer doth thy history Fully vnfold Thy selfe and thy belongings Are not thine owne so proper as to waste Thy selfe vpon thy vertues they on thee Heauen doth with vs as we with Torches doe Not light them for themselues For if our vertues Did not goe forth of vs 't were all alike As if we had them not Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues nor nature neuer lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But like a thrifty goddesse she determines Her selfe the glory of a creditour Both thanks and vse but I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him aduertise Hold therefore Angelo In our remoue be thou at full our selfe Mortallitie and Mercie in Vienna Liue in thy tongue and heart Old Escalus Though first in question is thy secondary Take thy Commission Ang. Now good my Lord Let there be some more test made of my mettle Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamp't vpon it Duk. No more euasion We haue with a leauen'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you therefore take your honors Our haste from hence is of so quicke condition That it prefers it selfe and leaues vnquestion'd Matters of needfull value We
key With pompe with triumph and with reuelling Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia Lysander and Demetrius Ege Happy be Theseus our renowned Duke The. Thanks good Egeus what 's the news with thee Ege Full of vexation come I with complaint Against my childe my daughter Hermia Stand forth Dometrius My Noble Lord This man hath my consent to marrie her Stand forth Lysander And my gracious Duke This man hath bewitch'd the bosome of my childe Thou thou Lysander thou hast giuen her rimes And interchang'd loue-tokens with my childe Thou hast by Moone-light at her window sung With faining voice verses of faining loue And stolne the impression of her fantasie With bracelets of thy haire rings gawdes conceits Knackes trifles Nose-gaies sweet meats messengers Of strong preuailment in vnhardned youth With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughters heart Turn'd her obedience which is due to me To stubborne harshnesse And my gracious Duke Be it so she will not heere before your Grace Consent to marrie with Demetrius I beg the ancient priuiledge of Athens As she is mine I may dispose of her Which shall be either to this Gentleman Or to her death according to our Law Immediately prouided in that case The. What say you Hermia be aduis'd faire Maide To you your Father should be as a God One that compos'd your beauties yea and one To whom you are but as a forme in waxe By him imprinted and within his power To leaue the figure or disfigure it Demetrius is a worthy Gentleman Her So is Lysander The. In himselfe he is But in this kinde wanting your fathers voyce The other must be held the worthier Her I would my father look'd but with my eyes The. Rather your eies must with his iudgment looke Her I do entreat your Grace to pardon me I know not by what power I am made bold Nor how it may concerne my modestie In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts But I beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case If I refuse to wed Demetrius The. Either to dye the death or to abiure For euer the society of men Therefore faire Hermia question your desires Know of your youth examine well your blood Whether if you yeeld not to your fathers choice You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd To liue a barren sister all your life Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone Thrice blessed they that master so their blood To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd Then that which withering on the virgin thorne Growes liues and dies in single blessednesse Her So will I grow so liue so die my Lord Ere I will yeeld my virgin Patent vp Vnto his Lordship whose vnwished yoake My soule consents not to giue soueraignty The. Take time to pause and by the next new Moon The sealing day betwixt my loue and me For euerlasting bond of fellowship Vpon that day either prepare to dye For disobedience to your fathers will Or else to wed Demetrius as hee would Or on Dianaes Altar to protest For aie austerity and single life Dem. Relent sweet Hermia and Lysander yeelde Thy crazed title to my certaine right Lys You haue her fathers loue Demetrius Let me haue Hermiaes do you marry him Egeus Scornfull Lysander true he hath my Loue And what is mine my loue shall render him And she is mine and all my right of her I do estate vnto Demetrius Lys I am my Lord as well deriu'd as he As well possest my loue is more then his My fortunes euery way as fairely ranck'd If not with vantage as Demetrius And which is more then all these boasts can be I am belou'd of beauteous Hermia Why should not I then prosecute my right Demetrius I le auouch it to his head Made loue to Nedars daughter Helena And won her soule and she sweet Ladie dotes Deuoutly dotes dotes in Idolatry Vpon this spotted and inconstant man The. I must confesse that I haue heard so much And with Demetrius thought to haue spoke thereof But being ouer-full of selfe-affaires My minde did lose it But Demetrius come And come Egeus you shall go with me I haue some priuate schooling for you both For you faire Hermia looke you arme your selfe To fit your fancies to your Fathers will Or else the Law of Athens yeelds you vp Which by no meanes we may extenuate To death or to a vow of single life Come my Hippolita what cheare my loue Demetrius and Egeus go along I must imploy you in some businesse Against our nuptiall and conferre with you Of something neerely that concernes your selues Ege With dutie and desire we follow you Exeunt Manet Lysander and Hermia Lys How now my loue Why is your cheek so pale How chance the Roses there do fade so fast Her Belike for want of raine which I could well Beteeme them from the tempest of mine eyes Lys For ought that euer I could reade Could euer heare by tale or historie The course of true loue neuer did run smooth But either it was different in blood Her O crosse too high to be enthral'd to loue Lys Or else misgraffed in respect of yeares Her O spight too old to be ingag'd to yong Lys Or else it stood vpon the choise of merit Her O hell to choose loue by anothers eie Lys Or if there were a simpathie in choise Warre death or sicknesse did lay siege to it Making it momentarie as a sound Swift as a shadow short as any dreame Briefe as the lightning in the collied night That in a spleene vnfolds both heauen and earth And ere a man hath power to say behold The iawes of darknesse do deuoure it vp So quicke bright things come to confusion Her If then true Louers haue beene euer crost It stands as an edict in destinie Then let vs teach our triall patience Because it is a customarie crosse As due to loue as thoughts and dreames and sighes Wishes and teares poore Fancies followers Lys A good perswasion therefore heare me Hermia I haue a Widdow Aunt a dowager Of great reuennew and she hath â—o childe From Athens is her house remouâ— seuen leagues And she respects me as her onely sonne There gentle Hermia may I marrie thee And to that place the sharpe Athenian Law Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me then Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night And in the wood a league without the towne Where I did meete thee once with Helena To do obseruance for a morne of May There will I stay for thee Her My good Lysander I sweare to thee by Cupids strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By the simplicitie of Venus Doues By that which knitteth soules and prospers loue And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene By all the vowes that euer men haue broke In number more
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
being as I am lytter'd vnder Mercurie was likewise a snapper-vp of vnconsidered trifles With Dye and drab I purchas'd this Caparison and my Reuennew is the silly Cheate Gallowes and Knocke are too powerfull on the Highway Beating and hanging are terrors to mee For the life to come I sleepe out the thought of it A prize a prize Enter Clowne Clo. Let me see euery Leauen-weather toddes euery tod yeeldes pound and odde shilling fifteene hundred shorne what comes the wooll too Aut. If the sprindge hold the Cocke's mine Clo. I cannot do 't without Compters Let mee see what am I to buy for our Sheepe-shearing-Feast Three pound of Sugar fiue pound of Currence Rice What will this sister of mine do with Rice But my father hath made her Mistris of the Feast and she layes it on Shee hath made-me four and twenty Nose-gayes for the shearers three-man song-men all and very good ones but they are most of them Meanes and Bases but one Puritan amongst them and he sings Psalmes to horne-pipes I must haue Saffron to colour the Warden Pies Mace Dates none that 's out of my note Nutmegges seuen a Race or two of Ginger but that I may begge Foure pound of Prewyns and as many of Reysons o' th Sun Aut. Oh that euer I was borne Clo. I' th' name of me Aut. Oh helpe me helpe mee plucke but off these ragges and then death death Clo. Alacke poore soule thou hast need of more rags to lay on thee rather then haue these off Aut. Oh sir the loathsomnesse of them offend mee more then the stripes I haue receiued which are mightie ones and millions Clo. Alas poore man a million of beating may come to a great matter Aut. I am rob'd sir and beaten my money and apparrell tane from me and these derestable things put vpon me Clo. What by a horse-man or a foot-man Aut. A footman sweet sir a footman Clo. Indeed he should be a footman by the garments he has left with thee If this bee a horsemans Coate it hath seene very hot seruice Lend me thy hand I le helpe thee Come lend me thy hand Aut. Oh good sir tenderly oh Clo. Alas poore soule Aut. Oh good sir softly good sir I feare sir my shoulder-blade is out Clo. How now Canst stand Aut. Softly deere sir good sir softly you ha done me a charitable office Clo. Doest lacke any mony I haue a little mony for thee Aut. No good sweet sir no I beseech you sir I haue a Kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence vnto whome I was going I shall there haue money or anie thing I want Offer me no money I pray you that killes my heart Clow. What manner of Fellow was hee that robb'd you Aut. A fellow sir that I haue knowne to goe about with Troll-my-dames I knew him once a seruant of the Prince I cannot tell good sir for which of his Vertues it was but hee was certainely Whipt out of the Court. Clo. His vices you would say there 's no vertue whipt out of the Court they cherish it to make it stay there and yet it will no more but abide Aut. Vices I would say Sir I know this man well he hath bene since an Ape-bearer then a Processe-seruer a Bayliffe then hee compast a Motion of the Prodigall sonne and married a Tinkers wife within a Mile where my Land and Liuing lyes and hauing flowne ouer many knauish professions he setled onely in Rogue some call him Autolicus Clo. Out vpon him Prig for my life Prig he haunts Wakes Faires and Beare-baitings Aut. Very true sir he sir hee that 's the Rogue that put me into this apparrell Clo. Not a more cowardly Rogue in all Bohemia If you had but look'd bigge and spit at him hee 'ld haue runne Aut. I must confesse to you sir I am no fighter I am false of heart that way that he knew I warrant him Clo. How do you now Aut. Sweet sir much better then I was I can stand and walke I will euen take my leaue of you pace softly towards my Kinsmans Clo. Shall I bring thee on the way Aut. No good fac'd sir no sweet sir Clo. Then fartheewell I must go buy Spices for our sheepe-shearing Exit Aut. Prosper you sweet sir Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your Spice I le be with you at your sheepe-shearing too If I make not this Cheat bring out another and the sheerers proue sheepe let me be vnrold and my name put in the booke of Vertue Song Iog-on Iog-on the foot-path way And merrily hent the Stile-a A merry heart goes all the day Your sad tyres in a Mile-a Exit Scena Quarta Enter Florizell Perdita Shepherd Clowne Polixenes Camillo Mopsa Dorcas Seruants Autolicus Flo. These your vnvsuall weeds to each part of you Do's giue a life no Shepherdesse but Flora Peering in Aprils front This your sheepe-shearing Is as a meeting of the petty Gods And you the Queene on 't Perd. Sir my gracious Lord To chide at your extreames it not becomes me Oh pardon that I name them your high selfe The gracious marke o' th' Land you haue obscur'd With a Swaines wearing and me poore lowly Maide Most Goddese-like prank'd vp But that our Feasts In euery Messe haue folly and the Feeders Digest with a Custome I should blush To see you so attyr'd sworne I thinke To shew my selfe a glasse Flo. I blesse the time When my good Falcon made her flight a-crosse Thy Fathers ground Perd. Now Ioue affoord you cause To me the difference forges dread your Greatnesse Hath not beene vs'd to feare euen now I tremble To thinke your Father by some accident Should passe this way as you did Oh the Pates How would he looke to see his worke so noble Vildely bound vp What would he say Or how Should I in these my borrowed Flaunts behold The sternnesse of his presence Flo. Apprehend Nothing but iollity the Goddes themselues Humbling their Deities to loue haue taken The shapes of Beasts vpon them Iupiter Became a Bull and bellow'd the greene Neptune A Ram and bleated and the Fire-roab'd-God Golden Apollo a poore humble Swaine As I seeme now Their transformations Were neuer for a peece of beauty rarer Not in a way so chaste since my desires Run not before mine honor nor my Lusts Burne hotter then my Faith Perd. O but Sir Your resolution cannot hold when 't is Oppos'd as it must be by th' powre of the King One of these two must be necessities Which then will speake that you must change this purpose Or I my life Flo. Thou deer'st Perdita With these forc'd thoughts I prethee darken not The Mirth o' th' Feast Or I le be thine my Faire Or not my Fathers For I cannot be Mine owne nor any thing to any if I be not thine To this I am most constant Though destiny say no. Be merry Gentle Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the
a necessitie in 't and change Garments with this Gentleman Though the penny-worth on his side be the worst yet hold thee there 's some boot Aut. I am a poore Fellow Sir I know ye well enough Cam. Nay prethee dispatch the Gentleman is halfe fled already Aut. Are you in earnest Sir I smell the trick on 't Flo. Dispatch I prethee Aut. Indeed I haue had Earnest but I cannot with conscience take it Cam. Vnbuckle vnbuckle Fortunate Mistresse let my prophecie Come home to ye you must retire your selfe Into some Couert take your sweet-hearts Hat And pluck it ore your Browes muffle your face Dis-mantle you and as you can disliken The truth of your owne seeming that you may For I doe feare eyes ouer to Ship-boord Get vndescry'd Perd. I see the Play so lyes That I must beare a part Cam. No remedie Haue you done there Flo. Should I now meet my Father He would not call me Sonne Cam. Nay you shall haue no Hat Come Lady come Farewell my friend Aut. Adieu Sir Flo. O Perdita what haue we twaine forgot 'Pray you a word Cam. What I doe next shall be to tell the King Of this escape and whither they are bound Wherein my hope is I shall so preuaile To force him after in whose company I shall re-view Sicilia for whose sight I haue a Womans Longing Flo. Fortune speed vs Thus we set on Camillo to th' Sea-side Cam. The swifter speed the better Exit Aut. I vnderstand the businesse I heare it to haue an open eare a quick eye and a nimble hand is necessary for a Cut-purse a good Nose is requisite also to smell out worke for th' other Sences I see this is the time that the vniust man doth thriue What an exchange had this been without boot What a boot is here with this exchange Sure the Gods doe this yeere conniue at vs and we may doe any thing extempore The Prince himselfe is about a peece of Iniquitie stealing away from his Father with his Clog at his heeles if I thought it were a peece of honestie to acquaint the King withall I would not do 't I hold it the more knauerie to conceale it and therein am I constant to my Profession Enter Clowne and Shepheard Aside aside here is more matter for a hot braine Euery Lanes end euery Shop Church Session Hanging yeelds a carefull man worke Clowne See see what a man you are now there is no other way but to tell the King she 's a Changeling and none of your flesh and blood Shep. Nay but heare me Clow. Nay but heare me Shep. Goe too then Clow. She being none of your flesh and blood your flesh and blood ha's not offended the King and so your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him Shew those things you found about her those secret things all but what she ha's with her This being done let the Law goe whistle I warrant you Shep. I will tell the King all euery word yea and his Sonnes prancks too who I may say is no honest man neither to his Father nor to me to goe about to make me the Kings Brother in Law Clow. Indeed Brother in Law was the farthest off you could haue beene to him and then your Blood had beene the dearer by I know how much an ounce Aut. Very wisely Puppies Shep. Well let vs to the King there is that in this Farthell will make him scratch his Beard Aut. I know not what impediment this Complaint may be to the flight of my Master Clo. 'Pray heartily he be at ' Pallace Aut. Though I am not naturally honest I am so sometimes by chance Let me pocket vp my Pedlers excrement How now Rustiques whither are you bound Shep. To th' Pallace and it like your Worship Aut. Your Affaires there what with whom the Condition of that Farthell the place of your dwelling your names your ages of what hauing breeding and any thing that is fitting to be knowne discouer Clo. We are but plaine fellowes Sir Aut. A Lye you are rough and hayrie Let me haue no lying it becomes none but Trades-men and they often giue vs Souldiers the Lye but wee pay them for it with stamped Coyne not stabbing Steele therefore they doe not giue vs the Lye Clo. Your Worship had like to haue giuen vs one if you had not taken your selfe with the manner Shep. Are you a Courtier and 't like you Sir Aut. Whether it lke me or no I am a Courtier Seest thou not the ayre of the Court in these enfoldings Hath not my gate in it the measure of the Court Receiues not thy Nose Court-Odour from me Reflect I not on thy Basenesse Court-Contempt Think'st thou for that I insinuate at toaze from thee thy Businesse I am therefore no Courtier I am Courtier Cap-a-pe and one that will eyther push-on or pluck-back thy Businesse there whereupon I command thee to open thy Affaire Shep. My Businesse Sir is to the King Aut. What Aduocate ha'st thou to him Shep. I know not and 't like you Clo. Aduocate 's the Court-word for a Pheazant say you haue none Shep. None Sir I haue no Pheazant Cock nor Hen. Aut. How blessed are we that are not simple men Yet Nature might haue made me as these are Therefore I will not disdaine Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier Shep. His Garments are rich but he weares them not handsomely Clo. He seemes to be the more Noble in being fantasticall A great man I le warrant I know by the picking on 's Teeth Aut. The Farthell there What 's i' th' Farthell Wherefore that Box Shep. Sir there lyes such Secrets in this Farthell and Box which none must know but the King and which hee shall know within this houre if I may come to th' speech of him Aut. Age thou hast lost thy labour Shep. Why Sir Aut. The King is not at the Pallace he is gone aboord a new Ship to purge Melancholy and ayre himselfe for if thou bee'st capable of things serious thou must know the King is full of griefe Shep. So 't is said Sir about his Sonne that should haue marryed a Shepheards Daughter Aut. If that Shepheard be not in hand-fast let him flye the Curses he shall haue the Tortures he shall feele will breake the back of Man the heart of Monster Clo. Thinke you so Sir Aut. Not hee alone shall suffer what Wit can make heauie and Vengeance bitter but those that are Iermaine to him though remou'd fiftie times shall all come vnder the Hang-man which though it be great pitty yet it is necessarie An old Sheepe-whistiing Rogue a Ram-tender to offer to haue his Daughter come into grace Some say hee shall be ston'd but that death is too soft for him say I Draw our Throne into a Sheep-Coat all deaths are too few the sharpest too easie Clo. Ha's the old-man ere a Sonne Sir doe you heare and 't like you Sir Aut. Hee ha's a Sonne who shall
thou at sir Robert He is Sir Roberts sonne and so art thou Bast Iames Gournie wilt thou giue vs leaue a while Gour. Good leaue good Philip. Bast Philip sparrow Iames There 's toyes abroad anon I le tell thee more Exit Iames. Madam I was not old Sir Roberts sonne Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me Vpon good Friday and nere broke his fast Sir Robert could doe well marrie to confesse Could get me sir Robert could not doe it We know his handy-worke therefore good mother To whom am I beholding for these limmes Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge Lady Hast thou conspired with thy brother too That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor What meanes this scorne thou most vntoward knaue Bast. Knight knight good mother Basilisco-like What I am dub'd I haue it on my shoulder But mother I am not Sir Roberts sonne I haue disclaim'd Sir Robert and my land Legitimation name and all is gone Then good my mother let me know my father Some proper man I hope who was it mother Lady Hast thou denied thy selfe a Faulconbridge Bast As faithfully as I denie the deuill Lady King Richard Cordelion was thy father By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd To make roome for him in my husbands bed Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge That art the issue of my deere offence Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence Bast Now by this light were I â—o get againe Madam I would not wish a better father Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth And so doth yours your fault was not your follie Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose Subiected tribute to commanding loue Against whose furie and vnmatched force The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts May easily winne a womans aye my mother With all my heart I thanke thee for my father Who liues and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got I le send his soule to hell Come Lady I will shew thee to my kinne And they shall say when Richard me begot If thou hadst sayd him nay it had beene sinne Who sayes it was he lyes I say t was not Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter before Angiers Philip King of France Lewis Daulphin Austria Constance Arthur Lewis Before Angiers well met braue Austria Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart And fought the holy Warres in Palestine By this braue Duke came early to his graue And for amends to his posteritie At our importance hether is he come To spread his colours boy in thy behalfe And to rebuke the vsurpation Of thy vnnaturall Vncle English Iohn Embrace him loue him giue him welcome hether Arth. God shall forgiue you Cordelions death The rather that you giue his off-spring life Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre I giue you welcome with a powerlesse hand But with a heart full of vnstained loue Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke Lewis A noble boy who would not doe thee right Aust Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kisse As seale to this indenture of my loue That to my home I will no more returne Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France Together with that pale that white-fac'd shore Whose foot spurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides And coopes from other lands her Ilanders Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine That Water-walled Bulwarke still secure And confident from forreine purposes Euen till that vtmost corner of the West Salute thee for her King till then faire boy Will I not thinke of home but follow Armes Const O take his mothers thanks a widdows thanks Till your strong hand shall helpe to giue him strength To make a more requitall to your loue Aust The peace of heauen is theirs y t lift their swords In such a iust and charitable warre King Well then to worke our Cannon shall be bent Against the browes of this resisting towne Call for our cheefest men of discipline To cull the plots of best aduantages Wee 'll lay before this towne our Royal bones Wade to the market-place in French-mens bloud But we will make it subiect to this boy Con. Stay for an answer to your Embassie Lest vnaduis'd you staine your swords with bloud My Lord Chattilion may from England bring That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre And then we shall repent each drop of bloud That hot rash haste so indirectly shedde Enter Chattilion King A wonder Lady lo vpon thy wish Our Messenger Chattilion is arriu'd What England saies say breefely gentle Lord We coldly pause for thee Chatilion speake Chat. Then turne your forces from this paltry siege And stirre them vp against a mightier taske England impatient of your iust demands Hath put himselfe in Armes the aduerse windes Whose leisure I haue staid haue giuen him time To land his Legions all as soone as I His marches are expedient to this towne His forces strong his Souldiers confident With him along is come the Mother Queene An Ace stirring him to bloud and strife With her her Neece the Lady Blanch of Spaine With them a Bastard of the Kings deceast And all th' vnsetled humors of the Land Rash inconsiderate fiery voluntaries With Ladies faces and fierce Dragons spleenes Haue sold their fortunes at their natiue homes Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs To make a hazard of new fortunes heere In briefe a brauer choyse of dauntlesse spirits Then now the English bottomes haue waft o're Did neuer flote vpon the swelling tide To doe offence and scathe in Christendome The interruption of their churlish drums Cuts off more circumstance they are at hand Drum beats To parlie or to fight therefore prepare Kin. How much vnlook'd for is this expedition Aust By how much vnexpected by so much We must awake indeuor for defence For courage mounteth with occasion Let them be welcome then we are prepar'd Enter K. of England Bastard Queene Blanch Pembroke and others K. Iohn Peace be to France If France in peace permit Our iust and lineall entrance to our owne If not bleede France and peace ascend to heauen Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen Fran. Peace be to England if that warre returne From France to England there to liue in peace England we loue and for that Englands sake With burden of our armor heere we sweat This toyle of ours should be a worke of thine But thou from louing England art so farre That thou hast vnder-wrought his lawfull King Cut off the sequence of posterity Out-faced Infant State and done a rape Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face These eyes these browes were moulded out of his This little abstract doth containe that large Which died in Gâ—ffrey and
were nail'd For our aduantage on the bitter Crosse But this our purpose is a twelue month old And bootlesse 't is to tell you we will go Therefore we meete not now Then let me heare Of you my gentle Cousin Westmerland What vesternight our Councell did decree In forwarding this deere expedience West My Liege This haste was hot in question And many limits of the Charge set downe But yesternight when all athwart there came A Post from Wales loaden with heauy Newes Whose worst was That the Noble Mortimer Leading the men of Herefordshire to fight Against the irregular and wilde Glendower Was by the rude hands of that Welshman taken And a thousand of his people butchered Vpon whose dead corpes there was such misuse Such beastly shamelesse transformation By those Welshwomen done as may not be Without much shame re-told or spoken of King It seemes then that the tidings of this broile Brake off our businesse for the Holy land West This matcht with other like my gracious Lord Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes Came from the North and thus it did report On Holy-roode day the gallant Hotspurre there Young Harry Percy and braue Archibald That euer-valiant and approoued Scot At Holmeden met where they did spend A fad and bloody houre As by discharge of their Artillerie And shape of likely-hood the newes was told For he that brought them in the very heate And pride of their contention did take horse Vncertaine of the issue any way King Heere is a deere and true industrious friend Sir Walter Blunt new lighted from his Horse Strain'd with the variation of each soyle Betwixt that Holmedon and this Seat of ours And he hath brought vs smooth and welcomes newes The Earle of Dowglas is discomfited Ten thousand bold Scots two and twenty Knights Balk'd in their owne blood did Sir Walter see On Holmedons Plaines Of Prisoners Hotspurre tooke Mordake Earle of Fife and eldest sonne To beaten Dowglas and the Earle of Atholl Of Murry Angus and Menteith And is not this an honourable spoyle A gallant prize Ha Cosin is it not Infaith it is West A Conquest for a Prince to boast of King Yea there thou mak'st me sad mak'st me sin In enuy that my Lord Northumberland Should be the Father of so blest a Sonne A Sonne who is the Theame of Honors tongue Among'st a Groue the very straightest Plant Who is sweet Fortunes Minion and her Pride Whil'st I by looking on the praise of him See Ryot and Dishonor staine the brow Of my yong Harry O that it could be prou'd That some Night-tripping-Faiery had exchang'd In Cradle-clothes our Children where they lay And call'd mine Percy his Plantagenet Then would I haue his Harry and he mine But let him from my thoughts What thinke you Coze Of this young Percies pride The Prisoners Which he in this aduenture hath surpriz'd To his owne vse he keepes and sends me word I shall haue none but Mordake Earle of Fife West This is his Vnckles teaching This is Worcester Maleuolent to you in all Aspects Which makes him prune himselfe and bristle vp The crest of Youth against your Dignity King But I haue sent for him to answer this And for this cause a-while we must neglect Our holy purpose to Ierusalem Cosin on Wednesday next our Councell we will hold At Windsor and so informe the Lords But come your selfe with speed to vs againe For more is to be said and to be done Then out of anger can be vttered West I will my Liege Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Henry Prince of Wales Sir Iohn Falstaffe and Pointz Fal. Now Hal what time of day is it Lad Prince Thou art so fat-witted with drinking of olde Sacke and vnbuttoning thee after Supper and sleeping vpon Benches in the afternoone that thou hast forgotten to demand that truely which thou wouldest truly know What a diuell hast thou to do with the time of the day vnlesse houres were cups of Sacke and minutes Capons and clockes the tongues of Bawdes and dialls the signes of Leaping-houses and the blessed Sunne himselfe a faire hot Wench in Flame-coloured Taffata I see no reason why thou shouldest bee so superfluous to demaund the time of the day Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Hal for we that take Purses go by the Moone and seuen Starres and not by Phoebus hee that wand'ring Knight so faire And I prythee sweet Wagge when thou art King as God saue thy Grace Maiesty I should say for Grace thou wilte haue none Prin. What none Fal. No not so much as will serue to be Prologue to an Egge and Butter Prin. Well how then Come roundly roundly Fal. Marry then sweet Wagge when thou art King let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie bee call'd Theeues of the Dayes beautie Let vs be Dianaes Forresters Gentlemen of the Shade Minions of the Moone and let men say we be men of good Gouernment being gouerned as the Sea is by our noble and chast mistris the Moone vnder whose countenance we steale Prin. Thou say'st well and it holds well too for the fortune of vs that are the Moones men doeth ebbe and flow like the Sea beeing gouerned as the Sea is by the Moone as for proofe Now a Purse of Gold most resolutely snatch'd on Monday night and most dissolutely spent on Tuesday Morning got with swearing Lay by and spent with crying Bring in now in as low an ebbe as the foot of the Ladder and by and by in as high a flow as the ridge of the Gallowes Fal. Thou say'st true Lad and is not my Hostesse of the Tauerne a most sweet Wench Prin. As is the hony my old Lad of the Castle and is not a Buffe Ierkin a most sweet robe of durance Fal. How now how now mad Wagge What in thy quips and thy quiddities What a plague haue I to doe with a Buffe-Ierkin Prin. Why what a poxe haue I to doe with my Hostesse of the Tauerne Fal. Well thou hast call'd her to a reck'ning many a time and oft Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part Fal. No I le giue thee thy due thou hast paid al there Prin. Yea and elsewhere so farre as my Coine would stretch and where it would not I haue vs'd my credit Fal. Yea and so vs'd it that were it heere apparant that thou art Heire apparant But I prythee sweet Wag shall there be Gallowes standing in England when thou art King and resolution thus fobb'd as it is with the rustie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law Doe not thou when thou art a King hang a Theefe Prin. No thou shalt Fal. Shall I O rare I le be a braue Iudge Prin. Thou iudgest false already I meane thou shalt haue the hanging of the Theeues and so become a rare Hangman Fal. Well Hal well and in some sort it iumpes with my humour as well as waiting in the Court I can tell you Prin. For obtaining of suites
with Communitie Affoord no extraordinarie Gaze Such as is bent on Sunne-like Maiestie When it shines seldome in admiring Eyes But rather drowz'd and hung their eye-lids downe Slept in his Face and rendred such aspect As Cloudie men vse to doe to their aduersaries Being with his presence glutted gorg'd and full And in that very Line Harry standest thou For thou hast lost thy Princely Priuiledge With vile participation Not an Eye But is a wearie of thy common sight Saue mine which hath desir'd to see thee more Which now doth that I would not haue it doe Make blinde it selfe with foolish tendernesse Prince I shall hereafter my thrice gracious Lord Be more my selfe King For all the World As thou art to this houre was Richard then When I from France set foot at Rauenspurgh And euen as I was then is Percy now Now by my Scepter and my Soule to boot He hath more worthy interest to the State Then thou the shadow of Succession For of no Right nor colour like to Right He doth fill fields with Harneis in the Realme Turnes head against the Lyons armed Iawes And being no more in debt to yeeres then thou Leades ancient Lords and reuerent Bishops on To bloody Battailes and to brusing Armes What neuer-dying Honor hath he got Against renowned Dowglas whose high Deedes Whose hot Incursions and great Name in Armes Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Maioritie And Militarie Title Capitall Through all the Kingdomes that acknowledge Christ Thrice hath the Hotspur Mars in swathing Clothes This Infant Warrior in his Enterprises Discomfited great Dowglas ta'ne him once Enlarged him and made a friend of him To fill the mouth of deepe Defiance vp And shake the peace and safetie of our Throne And what say you to this Percy Northumberland The Arch-bishops Grace of Yorke Dowglas Mortimer Capitulate against vs and are vp But wherefore doe I tell these Newes to thee Why Harry doe I tell thee of my Foes Which art my neer'st and dearest Enemie Thou that art like enough through vassall Feare Base Inclination and the start of Spleene To fight against me vnder Percies pay To dogge his heeles and curtsie at his frownes To shew how much thou art degenerate Prince Doe not thinke so you shall not finde it so And Heauen forgiue them that so much haue sway'd Your Maiesties good thoughts away from me I will redeeme all this on Percies head And in the closing of some glorious day Be bold to tell you that I am your Sonne When I will weare a Garment all of Blood And staine my fauours in a bloody Maske Which washt away shall scowre my shame with it And that shall be the day when ere it lights That this same Child of Honor and Renowne This gallant Hotspur this all-praysed Knight And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet For euery Honor fitting on his Helme Would they were multitudes and on my head My shames redoubled For the time will come That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange His glorious Deedes for my Indignities Percy is but my Factor good my Lord To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe And I will call him to so strict account That he shall render euery Glory vp Yea euen the sleightest worship of his time Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart This in the Name of Heauen I promise here The which if I performe and doe suruiue I doe beseech your Maiestie may salue The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature If not the end of Life cancells all Bands And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths Ere breake the smallest parcell of this Vow King A hundred thousand Rebels dye in this Thou shalt haue Charge and soueraigne trust herein Enter Blunt How now good Blunt thy Lookes are full of speed Blunt So hath the Businesse that I come to speake of Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word That Dowglas and the English Rebels met The eleuenth of this moneth at Shrewsbury A mightie and a fearefull Head they are If Promises be kept on euery hand As euer offered foule play in a State King The Earle of Westmerland set forth to day With him my sonne Lord Iohn of Lancaster For this aduertisement is fiue dayes old On Wednesday next Harry thou shalt set forward On Thursday wee our selues will march Our meeting is Bridgenorth and Harry you shall march Through Glocestershire by which account Our Businesse valued some twelue dayes hence Our generall Forces at Bridgenorth shall meete Our Hands are full of Businesse let 's away Aduantage feedes him fat while men delay Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Bardolph Falst. Bardolph am I not falne away vilely since this last action doe I not bate doe I not dwindle Why my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loose Gowne I am withered like an olde Apple Iohn Well I le repent and that suddenly while I am in some liâ—ing I shall be out of heart shortly and then I shall haue no strength to repent And I haue not forgotten what the in-side of a Church is made of I am a Pepper Corne a Brewers Horse the in-side of a Church Company villanous Company hath beene the spoyle of me Bard. Sir Iohn you are so fretfull you cannot liue long Falst Why there is it Come sing me a bawdy Song make me merry I was as vertuously giuen as a Gentleman need to be vertuous enough swore little dic'd not aboue seuen times a weeke went to a Bawdy-house not aboue once in a quarter of an houre payd Money that I borrowed three or foure times liued well and in good compasse and now I liue out of all order out of compasse Bard. Why you are so fat Sir Iohn that you must â—edes bee out of all compasse out of all reasonable compasse Sir Iohn Falst Doe thou amend thy Face and I le amend thy Life Thou art our Admirall thou bearest the Lanterne in the Poope but 't is in the Nose of thee thou art the Knight of the burning Lampe Bard. Why Sir Iohn my Face does you no harme Falst No I le be sworne I make as good vse of it as many a man doth of a Deaths-Head or a Memento Mori I neuer see thy Face but I thinke vpon Hell fire and Diues that liued in Purple for there he is in his Robes burning burning If thou wert any way giuen to vertue I would sweare by thy Face my Oath should bee By this Fire But thou art altogether giuen ouer and wert indeede but for the Light in thy Face the Sunne of vtter Darkenesse When thou raâ—'st vp Gads-Hill in the Night to catch my Horse if I did not thinke that thou hadst beene an Ignis fatnus or a Ball of Wild-fire there 's no Purchase in Money O thou art a perpetuall Triumph an euerlasting Bone-fire-Light thou hast saued me a thousand Markes in Linkes and Torches walking with thee in the Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne But the Sack that thou hast drunke me
Lord. Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn This to my Lord of Westmerland Go Peto to horse for thou and I Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time Iacke meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall At two a clocke in the afternoone There shalt thou know thy Charge and there receiue Money and Order for their Furniture The Land is burning Percie stands on hye And either they or we must lower lye Fal. Rare words braue world Hostesse my breakfast come Oh I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Harrie Hotspurre Worcester and Dowglas Hot. Well said my Noble Scot if speaking truth In this fine Age were not thought flatterie Such attribution should the Dowglas haue As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe Should go so generall currant through the world By heauen I cannot flatter I defie The Tongues of Soothers But a Brauer place In my hearts loue hath no man then your Selfe Nay taske me to my word approue me Lord. Dow. Thou art the King of Honor No man so potent breathes vpon the ground But I will Beard him Enter a Messenger Hot. Do so and 't is well What Letters hast there I can but thanke you Mess These Letters come from your Father Hot. Letters from him Why comes he not himselfe Mes He cannot come my Lord He is greeuous sicke Hot. How haz he the leysure to be sicke now In such a iustling time Who leades his power Vnder whose Gouernment come they along Mess His Letters beares his minde not I his minde Wor. I prethee tell me doth he keepe his Bed Mess He did my Lord foure dayes ere I set forth And at the time of my departure thence He was much fear'd by his Physician Wor. I would the state of time had first beene whole Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited His health was neuer better worth then now Hotsp Sicke now droope now this sicknes doth infect The very Life-blood of our Enterprise 'T is catching hither euen to our Campe. He writes me here that inward sicknesse And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawne nor did he thinke it meet To lay so dangerous and deare a trust On any Soule remou'd but on his owne Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement That with our small coniunction we should on To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs For as he writes there is no quailing now Because the King is certainely possest Of all our purposes What say you to it Wor. Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs. Hotsp A perillous Gash a very Limme lopt off And yet in faith it is not his present want Seemes more then we shall finde it Were it good to set the exact wealth of all our states All at one Cast To set so rich a mayne On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre It were not good for therein should we reade The very Bottome and the Soule of Hope The very List the very vtmost Bound Of all our fortunes Dowg Faith and so wee should Where now remaines a sweet reuersion We may boldly spend vpon the hope Of what is to come in A comfort of retyrement liues in this Hotsp A Randeuous a Home to flye vnto If that the Deuill and Mischance looke biggâ— Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes no diuision It will be thought By some that know not why he is away That wisedome loyaltie and meere dislike Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence And thinke how such an apprehension May turne the tyde of fearefull Faction And breede a kinde of question in our cause For well you know wee of the offring side Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement And stop all sight-holes euery loope from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare Before not dreamt of Hotsp You strayne too farre I rather of his absence make this vse It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion A larger Dare to your great Enterprize Then if the Earle were here for men must thinke If we without his helpe can make a Head To push against the Kingdome with his helpe We shall o're-turne it topsie-turuy downe Yet all goes well yet all out ioynts are whole Dowg As heart can thinke There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland At this Dreame of Feare Enter Sir Richard Vernon Hotsp My Cousin Vernon welcome by my Soule Vern Pray God my newes be worth a welcome Lord. The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong Is marching hither-wards with Prince Iohn Hotsp No harme what more Vern And further I haue learn'd The King himselfe in person hath set forth Or hither-wards intended speedily With strong and mightie preparation Hotsp He shall be welcome too Where is his Sonne The nimble-footed Mad-Cap Prince of Wales And his Cumrades that daft the World aside And bid it passe Vern All furnisht all in Armes All plum'd like Estridges that with the Winde Bayted like Eagles hauing lately bath'd Glittering in Golden Coates like Images As full of spirit as the Moneth of May And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid-summer Wanton as youthfull Goates wilde as young Bulls I saw young Harry with his Beuer on His Cushes on his thighes gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his Seat As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds To turne and winde a fierie Pegasus And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship Hotsp No more no more Worse men the Sunne in March This prayse doth nourish Agues let them come They come like Sacrifices in their trimme And to the fire-ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre All hot and bleeding will wee offer them The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit Vp to the eares iâ— blood I am on fire To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh And yet not ours Come let me take my Horse Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales Harry to Harry shall not Horse to Horse Meete and ne're part till one drop downe a Coarse Oh that Glendower were come Ver. There is more newes I learned in Worcester as I rode along He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes Dowg That 's the worst Tidings that I heare of yet Wor. I by my faith that beares a frosty sound Hotsp What may the Kings whole Battaile reach vnto Ver. To thirty thousand Hot. Forty let it be My Father and Glendower being both away The powres of vs may serue so great a day Come let vs take a muster speedily Doomesday is neere dye all dye merrily Dow. Talke not of dying I am out of feare Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare Exeunt Omnes Scaena Secunda
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
fetter'd the Kingly Lyon And made the Forrest tremble when they roar'd Thus haue we swept Suspition from our Seate And made our Footstoole of Security Come hither Besse and let me kisse my Boy Yong Ned for thee thine Vnckles and my selfe Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night Went all afoote in Summers scalding heate That thou might'st repossesse the Crowne in peace And of our Labours thou shalt reape the gaine Rich. I le blast his Haruest if your head were laid For yet I am not look'd on in the world This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke to heaue And heaue it shall some waight or breake my backe Worke thou the way and that shalt execute King Clarence and Gloster loue my louely Queene And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence worthy brother thanks Rich. And that I loue the tree frō whence y u sprang'st Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite To say the truth so Iudas kist his master And cried all haile when as he meant all harme King Now am I seated as my soule delights Hauing my Countries peace and Brothers loues Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margaret Reynard her Father to the King of France Hath pawn'd the Sicils and Ierusalem And hither haue they sent it for her ransome King Away with her and waft her hence to France And now what rests but that we spend the time With stately Triumphes mirthfull Comicke shewes Such as befits the pleasure of the Court. Sound Drums and Trumpets farwell sowre annoy For heere I hope begins our lasting ioy Exeunt omnes FINIS The Tragedy of Richard the Third with the Landing of Earle Richmond and the Battell at Bosworth Field Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Richard Duke of Gloster solus NOw is the Winter of our Discontent Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings Our dreadfull Marches to delightfull Measures Grim-visag'd Warre hath smooth'd his wrinkled Front And now in stead of mounting Barbed Steeds To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduersaries He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber To the lasciuious pleasing of a Lute But I that am not shap'd for sportiue trickes Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glasse I that am Rudely stampt and want loues Maiesty To strut before a wonton ambling Nymph I that am curtail'd of this faire Proportion Cheated of Feature by dissembling Nature Deform'd vn-finish'd sent before my time Into this breathing World scarse halfe made vp And that so lamely and vnfashionable That dogges barke at me as I halt by them Why I in this weake piping time of Peace Haue no delight to passe away the time Vnlesse to see my Shadow in the Sunne And descant on mine owne Deformity And therefore since I cannot proue a Louer To entertaine these faire well spoken dayes I am determined to proue a Villaine And hate the idle pleasures of these dayes Plots haue I laide Inductions dangerous By drunken Prophesies Libels and Dreames To set my Brother Clarence and the King In deadly hate the one against the other And if King Edward be as true and iust As I am Subtle False and Treacherous This day should Clarence closely be mew'd vp About a Prophesie which sayes that G Of Edwards heyres the murtherer shall be Diue thoughts downe to my soule here Clarence comes Enter Clarence and Brakenbury guarded Brother good day What meanes this armed guard That waites vpon your Grace Cla. His Maiesty tendring my persons safety Hath appointed this Conduct to conuey me to th' Tower Rich. Vpon what cause Cla. Because my name is George Rich. Alacke my Lord that fault is none of yours He should for that commit your Godfathers O belike his Maiesty hath some intent That you should be new Christned in the Tower But what 's the matter Clarence may I know Cla. Yea Richard when I know but I protest As yet I do not But as I can learne He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreames And from the Crosse-row pluckes the letter G And sayes a Wizard told him that by G His issue disinherited should be And for my name of George begins with G It followes in his thought that I am he These as I learne and such like toyes as these Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now Rich. Why this it is when men are rul'd by Women 'T is not the King that sends you to the Tower My Lady Grey his Wife Clarence 't is shee That tempts him to this harsh Extremity Was it not shee and that good man of Worship Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower From whence this present day he is deliuered We are not safe Clarence we are not safe Cla. By heauen I thinke there is no man secure But the Queenes Kindred and night-walking Heralds That trudge betwixt the King and Mistris Shore Heard you not what an humble Suppliant Lord Hastings was for her deliuery Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie I le tell you what I thinke it is our way If we will keepe in fauour with the King To be her men and weare her Liuery The iealous ore-worne Widdow and her selfe Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy Bra. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me His Maiesty hath straightly giuen in charge That no man shall haue priuate Conference Of what degree soeuer with your Brother Rich. Euen so and please your Worship Brakenbury You may partake of any thing we say We speake no Treason man We say the King Is wise and vertuous and his Noble Queene Well strooke in yeares faire and not iealious We say that Shores Wife hath a pretty Foot A cherry Lip a bonny Eye a passing pleasing tongue And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes How say you sir can you deny all this Bra. With this my Lord my selfe haue nought to doo Rich. Naught to do with Mistris Shore I tell thee Fellow he that doth naught with her Excepting one were best to do it secretly alone Bra. What one my Lord Rich. Her Husband Knaue would'st thou betray me Bra. I do beseech your Grace To pardon me and withall forbeare Your Conference with the Noble Duke Cia We know thy charge Brakenbury and wil obey Rich. We are the Queenes abiects and must obey Brother farewell I will vnto the King And whatsoe're you will imploy me in Were it to call King Edwards Widdow Sister I will performe it to infranchise you Meane time this deepe disgrace in Brotherhood Touches me deeper then you can imagine Cla. I know it pleaseth neither of vs well Rich. Well
men To excuse their after wrath Husband I come Now to that name my Courage proue my Title I am Fire and Ayre my other Elements I giue to baser life So haue you done Come then and take the last warmth of my Lippes Farewell kinde Charmian Iras long farewell Haue I the Aspicke in my lippes Dost fall If thou and Nature can so gently part The stroke of death is as a Louers pinch Which hurts and is desir'd Dost thou lye still If thus thou vanishest thou tell'st the world It is not worth leaue-taking Char. Dissolue thicke clowd Raine that I may say The Gods themselues do weepe Cleo. This proues me base If she first meete the Curled Anthony Hee 'l make demand of her and spend that kisse Which is my heauen to haue Come thou mortal wretch With thy sharpe teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once vntye Poore venomous Foole Be angry and dispatch Oh could'st thou speake That I might heare thee call great Caesar Asse vnpolicied Char. Oh Easterne Starre Cleo. Peace peace Dost thou not see my Baby at my breast That suckes the Nurse asleepe Char. O breake O breake Cleo. As sweet as Balme as soft as Ayre as gentle O Anthony Nay I will take thee too What should I stay Dyes Char. In this wilde World So fare thee well Now boast thee Death in thy possession lyes A Lasse vnparalell'd Downie Windowes cloze And golden Phoebus neuer be beheld Of eyes againe so Royall your Crownes away I le mend it and then play Enter the Guard rustling in and Dolabella 1. Guard Where 's the Queene Char. Speake softly wake her not 1 Caesar hath sent Char. Too slow a Messenger Oh come apace dispatch I partly feele thee 1 Approach hoa All 's not well Caesar's beguild 2 There 's Dolabella sent from Caesar call him 1 What worke is heere Charmian Is this well done Char. It is well done and fitting for a Princesse Descended of so many Royall Kings Ah Souldier Charmian dyes Enter Dolabella Dol. How goes it heere 2 Guard All dead Dol. Caesar thy thoughts Touch their effects in this Thy selfe art comming To see perform'd the dreaded Act which thou So sought'st to hinder Enter Caesar and all his Traine marching All. A way there a way for Caesar Dol. Oh sir you are too sure an Augurer That you did feâ—re is done Caesar Brauest at the last She leuell'd at our purposes and being Royall Tooke her owne way the manner of their deaths I do not see them bleede Dol. Who was last with them 1. Guard A simple Countryman that broght hir Figs This was his Basket Caesar Poyson'd then 1. Guard Oh Caesar This Charmian liu'd but now she stood and spake I found her trimming vp the Diadem On her dead Mistris tremblingly she stood And on the sodaine dropt Caesar Oh Noble weakenesse If they had swallow'd poyson 't would appeare By externall swelling but she lookes like sleepe As she would catch another Anthony In her strong toyle of Grace Dol. Heere on her brest There is a vent of Bloud and something blowne The like is on her Arme. 1. Guard This is an Aspickes traile And these Figge-leaues haue slime vpon them such As th' Aspicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle Caesar Most probable That so she dyed for her Physitian tels mee She hath pursu'de Conclusions infinite Of easie wayes to dye Take vp her bed And beare her Women from the Monument She shall be buried by her Anthony No Graue vpon the earth shall clip in it A payre so famous high euents as these Strike those that make them and their Story is No lesse in pitty then his Glory which Brought them to be lamented Our Army shall In solemne shew attend this Funerall And then to Rome Come Dolabella see High Order in this great Solmemnity Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF CYMBELINE Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. YOu do not meet a man but Frownes Our bloods no more obey the Heauens Then our Courtiers Still seeme as do's the Kings 2 Gent. But what 's the matter 1. His daughter and the heire of 's kingdome whom He purpos'd to his wiues sole Sonne a Widdow That late be married hath referr'd her selfe Vnto a poore but worthy Gentleman She 's wedded Her Husband banish'd she imprison'd all Is outward sorrow though I thinke the King Be touch'd at very heart 2 None but the King 1 He that hath lost her too so is the Queene That most desir'd the Match But not a Courtier Although they weare their faces to the bent Of the Kings lookes hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowle at 2 And why so 1 He that hath miss'd the Princesse is a thing Too bad for bad report and he that hath her I meane that married her alacke good man And therefore banish'd is a Creature such As to seeke through the Regions of the Earth For one his like there would be something failing In him that should compare I do not thinke So faire an Outward and such stuffe Within Endowes a man but hee 2 You speake him farre 1 I do extend him Sir within himselfe Crush him together rather then vnfold His measure duly 2 What 's his name and Birth 1 I cannot delue him to the roote His Father Was call'd Sicillius who did ioyne his Honor Against the Romanes with Cassibulan But had his Titles by Tenantius whom He seru'd with Glory and admir'd Successe So gain'd the Sur-addition Leonatus And had besides this Gentleman in question Two other Sonnes who in the Warres o' th' time Dy'de with their Swords in hand For which their Father Then old and fond of yssue tooke such sorrow That he quit Being and his gentle Lady Bigge of this Gentleman our Theame deceast As he was borne The King he takes the Babe To his protection cals him Posthumus Leonatus Breedes him and makes him of his Bed-chamber Puts to him all the Learnings that his time Could make him the receiuer of which he tooke As we do ayre fast as 't was ministred And in 's Spring became a Haruest Liu'd in Court Which rare it is to do most prais'd most lou'd A sample to the yongest to th' more Mature A glasse that feated them and to the grauer A Childe that guided Dotards To his Mistris For whom he now is banish'd her owne price Proclaimes how she esteem'd him and his Vertue By her electioÌ„ may be truly read what kind of man he is 2 I honor him euen out of your report But pray you tell me is she sole childe to ' th' King 1 His onely childe He had two Sonnes if this be worth your hearing Marke it the eldest of them at three yeares old I' th' swathing cloathes the other from their Nursery Were stolne and to this houre no ghesse in knowledge Which way they went 2 How long is this ago 1 Some twenty yeares 2 That a Kings Children should be so conuey'd So