sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
at thy dyn Cal. No 'pray thee I must obey his Art is of such pow'r It would controll my Dams god Setebos And make a vassaile of him Pro. So slaue hence Exit Cal. Enter Ferdinand Ariel inuisible playing singing Ariel Song Come vnto these yellow sands and then take hands Curt sied when you haue and kist the wilde waues whist Foote it featly heere and there and sweete Sprights beare the burthen Burthen dispersedly Harke harke bowgh wawgh the watch-Dogges barke bowgh-wawgh Ar. Hark hark I heare the straine of strutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe Fer. Where shold this Musick be I' th aire or th' earth It sounds no more and sure it waytes vpon Some God ' o th' Iland sitting on a banke Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters Allaying both their fury and my passion With it's sweet ayre thence I haue follow'd it Or it hath drawne me rather but 't is gone No it begins againe Ariell Song Full fadom fiue thy Father lies Of his bones are Corrall made Those are pearles that were his eies Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a Sea-change Into something rich strange Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell Burthen ding-dong Harke now I heare them ding-dong bell Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father This is no mortall busines nor no found That the earth owes I heare it now aboue me Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance And say what thou see'st yond Mira. What is' t a Spirit Lord how it lookes about Beleeue me sir It carries a braue forme But 't is a spirit Pro. No wench it eats and sleeps hath such senses As we haue such This Gallant which thou seest Was in the wracke and but hee 's something stain'd With greefe that 's beauties canker y u might'st call him A goodly person he hath lost his fellowes And strayes about to finde ' em Mir. I might call him A thing diuine for nothing naturall I euer saw so Noble Pro. It goes on I see As my soule prompts it Spirit fine spirit I le free thee Within two dayes for this Fer. Most sure the Goddesse On whom these ayres attend Vouchsafe my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Island And that you will some good instruction giue How I may beare me heere my prime request Which I do last pronounce is O you wonder If you be Mayd or no Mir. No wonder Sir But certainly a Mayd Fer. My Language Heauens I am the best of them that speake this speech Were I but where 't is spoken Pro. How the best What wer 't thou if the King of Naples heard thee Fer. A single thing as I am now that wonders To heare thee speake of Naples he do's heare me And that he do's I weepe my selfe am Naples Who with mine eyes neuer since at ebbe beheld The King my Father wrack't Mir. Alacke for mercy Fer. Yes faith all his Lords the Duke of Millaine And his braue sonne being twaine Pro. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter could controll thee If now 't were sit to do 't At the first sight They haue chang'd eyes Delicate Ariel I le set thee free for this A word good Sir I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong A word Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently This Is the third man that ere I saw the first That ere I sigh'd for pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way Fer. O if a Virgin And your affection not gone forth I le make you The Queene of Naples Pro. Soft sir one word more They are both in eythers pow'rs But this swift busines I must vneasie make least too light winning Make the prize light One word more I charge thee That thou attend me Thou do'st heere vsurpe The name thou ow'st not and hast put thy selfe Vpon this Island as a spy to win it From me the Lord on 't Fer. No as I am a man Mir. Ther 's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house Good things will striue to dwell with 't Pro. Follow me Pros Speake not you for him hee 's a Traitor come I le manacle thy necke and feete together Sea water shalt thou drinke thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Mussels wither'd roots and huskes Wherein the Acorne cradled Follow Fer. No I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy ha's more pow'r He drawes and is charmed from mouing Mira. O deere Father Make not too rash a triall of him for Hee 's gentle and not fearfull Pros What I say My foote my Tutor Put thy sword vp Traitor Who mak'st a shew but dar'st not strike thy conscience Is so possest with guilt Come from thy ward For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke And make thy weapon drop Mira. Beseech you Father Pros Hence hang not on my garments Mira. Sir haue pity I le be his surety Pros Silence One word more Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee What An aduocate for an Impostor Hush Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he Hauing seene but him and Caliban Foolish wench To th' most of men this is a Caliban And they to him are Angels Mira. My affections Are then most humble I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man Pros Come on obey Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe And haue no vigour in them Fer. So they are My spirits as in a dreame are all bound vp My Fathers losse the weaknesse which I feele The wracke of all my friends nor this mans threats To whom I am subdude are but light to me Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Mayd all corners else o' th' Earth Let liberty make vse of space enough Haue I in such a prison Pros It workes Come on Thou hast done well fine Ariell follow me Harke what thou else shalt do mee Mira. Be of comfort My Fathers of a better nature Sir Then he appeares by speech this is vnwonted Which now came from him Pros Thou shalt be as free As mountaine windes but then exactly do All points of my command Ariell To th' syllable Pros Come follow speake not for him Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo Adrian Francisco and others Gonz. Beseech you Sir be merry you haue cause So haue we all of ioy for our escape Is much beyond our losse our hint of woe Is common euery day some Saylors wife The Masters of some Merchant and the Merchant Haue iust our Theame of woe But for the miracle I meane our preseruation few in millions Can speake like vs then wisely good Sir weigh Our sorrow with our comfort Alons Prethee peace Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so Seb. Looke hee 's winding vp the watch of his wit By and by it will strike Gon. Sir Seb. One Tell. Gon.
Nymphes Spirits Reapers Spirits FINIS THE Two Gentlemen of Verona Actus primus Scena prima Valentine Protheus and Speed Valentine CEase to perswade my louing Protheus Home-keeping youth haue euer homely wits Wer 't not affection chaines thy tender dayes To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Then liuing dully sluggardiz'd at home Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse But since thou lou'st loue still and thriue therein Euen as I would when I to loue begin Pro. Wilt thou be gone Sweet Valentine ad ew Thinke on thy Protheus when thou hap'ly seest Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile With me partaker in thy happinesse When thou do'st meet good hap and in thy danger If euer danger doe enuiron thee Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers For I will be thy beades-man Valentine Val And on a loue-booke pray for my successe Pro. Vpon some booke I loue I 'le pray for thee Val. That 's on some shallow Storie of deepe loue How yong Leander crost the Hellespont Pro. That 's a deepe Storie of a deeper loue For he was more then ouer-shooes in loue Val 'T is true for you are ouer-bootes in loue And yet you neuer swom the Hellespont Pro. Ouer the Bootes nay giue me not the Boots Val. No I will not for it boots thee not Pro. What Val To be in loue where scorne is bought with grones Coy looks with hart-sore sighes one fading moments mirth With twenty watchfull weary tedious nights If hap'ly won perhaps a haplesse gaine If lost why then a grieuous labour won How euer but a folly bought with wit Or else a wit by folly vanquished Pro. So by your circumstance you call me foole Val So by your circumstance I feare you 'll proue Pro. 'T is Loue you cauill at I am not Loue. Val. Loue is your master for he masters you And he that is so yoked by a foole Me thinkes should not be chronicled for wise Pro. Yet Writers say as in the sweetest Bud The eating Canker dwels so eating Loue Inhabits in the finest wits of all Val. And Writers say as the most forward Bud Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow Euen so by Loue the yong and tender wit Is turn'd to folly blasting in the Bud Loosing his verdure euen in the prime And all the faire effects of future hopes But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee That art a votary to fond desire Once more adieu my Father at the Road Expects my comming there to see me ship'd Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine Val. Sweet Protheus no Now let vs take our leaue To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters Of thy successe in loue and what newes else Betideth here in absence of thy Friend And I likewise will visite thee with mine Pro. All happinesse be chance to thee in Millaine Val. As much to you at home and so farewell Exit Pro. He after Honour hunts I after Loue He leaues his friends to dignifie them more I loue my selfe my friends and all for loue Thou Iulia thou hast metamorphis'd me Made me neglect my Studies loose my time Warre with good counsaile set the world at nought Made Wit with musing weake hart sick with thought Sp. Sir Protheus ' saue you saw you my Master Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain Sp. Twenty to one then he is ship'd already And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loosing him Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray And if the Shepheard be awhile away Sp. You conclude that my Master is a Shepheard then and I Sheepe Pro. I doe Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes whether I wake or sleepe Pro. A silly answere and fitting well a Sheepe Sp. This proues me still a Sheepe Pro. True and thy Master a Shepheard Sp. Nay that I can deny by a circumstance Pro. It shall goe hard but I le proue it by another Sp. The Shepheard seekes the Sheepe and not the Sheepe the Shepheard but I seeke my Master and my Master seekes not me therefore I am no Sheepe Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe thou for wages followest thy Master thy Master for wages followes not thee therefore thou art a Sheepe Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baâ. Pro. But do'st thou heare gau'st thou my Letter to Iulia Sp. I Sir I a lost-Mutton gaue your Letter to her a lac'd-Mutton and she a lac'd-Mutton gaue mee a lost-Mutton nothing for my labour Pro. Here 's too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'd you were best sticke her Pro. Nay in that you are astray 't were best pound you Sp. Nay Sir lesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying your Letter Pro. You mistake I meane the pound a Pinfold Sp. From a pound to a pin fold it ouer and ouer 'T is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer Pro. But what said she Sp. I. Pro. Nod-I why that 's noddy Sp. You mistooke Sir I say she did nod And you aske me if she did nod and I say I. Pro. And that set together is noddy Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together take it for your paines Pro. No no you shall haue it for bearing the letter Sp. Well I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you Pro. Why Sir how doe you beare with me Sp. Marry Sir the letter very orderly Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines Pro. Beshrew me but you haue a quicke wit Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your slow purse Pro. Come come open the matter in briefe what said she Sp. Open your purse that the money and the matter may be both at once deliuered Pro. Well Sir here is for your paines what said she Sp. Truely Sir I thinke you 'll hardly win her Pro. Why could'st thou perceiue so much from her Sp. Sir I could perceiue nothing at all from her No not so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter And being so hard to me that brought your minde I feare she 'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde Giue her no token but stones for she 's as hard as steele Pro. What said she nothing Sp. No not so much as take this for thy pains To testifie your bounty I thank you you haue cestern'd me In requital whereof henceforth carry your letters your selfe And so Sir I 'le commend you to my Master Pro. Go go be gone to saue your Ship from wrack Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde Being destin'd to a drier death on shore I must goe send some better Messenger I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Iulia and Lucetta Iul. But say Lucetta now we are alone Would'st thou then counsaile me to
my faith and honour If seriously I may conuay my thoughts In this my light deliuerance I haue spoke With one that in her sexe her yeeres profession Wisedome and constancy hath amaz'd mee more Then I dare blame my weakenesse will you see her For that is her demand and know her businesse That done laugh well at me King Now good Lafew Bring in the admiration that we with thee May spend our wonder too or take off thine By wondring how thou tookst it Laf. Nay I le fit you And not be all day neither King Thus he his speciall nothing euer prologues Laf. Nay come your waies Enter Hellen. King This haste hath wings indeed Laf. Nay come your waies This is his Maiestie say your minde to him A Traitor you doe looke like but such traitors His Maiesty seldome feares I am Cresseds Vncle That dare leaue two together far you well Exit King Now faire one do's your busines follow vs Hel. I my good Lord Gerard de Narbon was my father In what he did professe well found King I knew him Hel. The rather will I spare my praises towards him Knowing him is enough on 's bed of death Many receits he gaue me chieflie one Which as the dearest issue of his practice And of his olde experience th' onlie darling He bad me store vp as a triple eye Safer then mine owne two more deare I haue so And hearing your high Maiestie is toucht With that malignant cause wherein the honour Of my deare fathers gift stands cheefe in power I come to tender it and my appliance With all bound humblenesse King We thanke you maiden But may not be so credulous of cure When our most learned Doctors leaue vs and The congregated Colledge haue concluded That labouring Art can neuer ransome nature From her inaydible estate I say we must not So staine our iudgement or corrupt our hope To prostitute our past-cure malladie To empericks or to disseuer so Our great selfe and our credit to esteeme A sencelesse helpe when helpe past sence we deeme Hell My dutie then shall pay me for my paines I will no more enforce mine office on you Humbly intreating from your royall thoughts A modest one to beare me backe againe King I cannot giue thee lesse to be cal'd gratefull Thou thoughtst to helpe me and such thankes I giue As one neere death to those that wish him liue But what at full I know thou knowst no part I knowing all my perill thou no Art Hell What I can doe can doe no hurt to try Since you set vp your rest ' gainst remedie He that of greatest workes is finisher Oft does them by the weakest minister So holy Writ in babes hath iudgement showne When Iudges haue bin babes great flouds haue flowne From simple sources and great Seas haue dried When Miracles haue by the great'st beene denied Oft expectation failes and most oft there Where most it promises and oft it hits Where hope is coldest and despaire most shifts King I must not heare thee fare thee wel kind maide Thy paines not vs'd must by thy selfe be paid Proffers not tooke reape thanks for their reward Hel. Inspired Merit so by breath is bard It is not so with him that all things knowes As 't is with vs that square our guesse by showes But most it is presumption in vs when The help of heauen we count the act of men Deare sir to my endeauors giue consent Of heauen not me make an experiment I am not an Impostrue that proclaime My selfe against the leuill of mine aime But know I thinke and thinke I know most sure My Art is not past power nor you past cure King Art thou so confident Within what space Hop'st thou my cure Hel. The greatest grace lending grace Ere twice the horses of the sunne shall bring Their fiery torcher his diurnall ring Ere twice in murke and occidentall dampe Moist Hesperus hath quench'd her sleepy Lampe Or foure and twenty times the Pylots glasse Hath told the theeuish minutes how they passe What is infirme from your sound parts shall flie Health shall liue free and sickenesse freely dye King Vpon thy certainty and confidence What dar'st thou venter Hell Taxe of impudence A strumpets boldnesse a divulged shame Traduc'd by odious ballads my maidens name Seard otherwise ne worse of worst extended With vildest torture let my life be ended Kin. Methinks in thee some blessed spirit doth speak His powerfull sound within an organ weake And what impossibility would slay In common sence sence saues another way Thy life is deere for all that life can rate Worth name of life in thee hath estimate Youth beauty wisedome courage all That happines and prime can happy call Thou this to hazard needs must intimate Skill infinite or monstrous desperate Sweet practiser thy Physicke I will try That ministers thine owne death if I die Hel. If I breake time or flinch in property Of what I spoke vnpittied let me die And well deseru'd not helping death 's my see But if I helpe what doe you promise me Kin. Make thy demand Hel. But will you make it euen Kin. I by my Scepter and my hopes of helpe Hel. Then shalt thou giue me with thy kingly hand What husband in thy power I will command Exempted be from me the arrogance To choose from forth the royall bloud of France My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state But such a one thy vassall whom I know Is free for me to aske thee to bestow Kin. Heere is my hand the premises obseru'd Thy will by my performance shall be seru'd So make the choice of thy owne time for I Thy resolv'd Patient on thee still relye More should I question thee and more I must Though more to know could not be more to trust From whence thou can'st how tended on but rest Vnquestion'd welcome and vndoubted blest Giue me some helpe heere hoa if thou proceed As high as word my deed shall match thy deed Florish Exit Enter Countesse and Clowne Lady Come on sir I shall now put you to the height of your breeding Clown I will shew my selfe highly fed and lowly taught I know my businesse is but to the Court. Lady To the Court why what place make you speciall when you put off that with such contempt but to the Court Clo. Truly Madam if God haue lent a man any manners hee may easilie put it off at Court hee that cannot make a legge put off's cap kisse his hand and say nothing has neither legge hands lippe nor cap and indeed such a fellow to say precisely were not for the Court But for me I haue an answere will serue all men Lady Marry that 's a bountifull answere that fits all questions Clo. It is like a Barbers chaire that fits all buttockes the pin buttocke the quatch-buttocke the brawn buttocke or any buttocke Lady Will your answere serue fit to all questions Clo. As fit as
milke were scarse out of him Ol. Let him approach Call in my Gentlewoman Mal. Gentlewoman my Lady calles Exit Enter Maria. Ol. Giue me my vaile come throw it ore my face Wee 'l once more heare Orsinos Embassie Enter Violenta Vio. The honorable Ladie of the house which is she Ol. Speake to me I shall answer for her your will Vio Most radiant exquisite and vnmatchable beautie I pray you tell me if this bee the Lady of the house for I neuer saw her I would bee loath to cast away my speech for besides that it is excellently well pend I haue taken great paines to con it Good Beauties let mee sustaine no scorne I am very comptible euen to the least sinister vsage Ol. Whence came you sir Vio. I can say little more then I haue studied that question 's out of my part Good gentle one giue mee modest assurance if you be the Ladie of the house that may proceede in my speech Ol. Are you a Comedian Vio. No my profound heart and yet by the verie phangs of malice I sweare I am not that I play Are you the Ladie of the house Ol. If I do not vsurpe my selfe I am Vio Most certaine if you are she you do vsurp your selfe for what is yours to bestowe is not yours to reserue But this is from my Commission I will on with my speech in your praise and then shew you the heart of my message Ol. Come to what is important in 't I forgiue you the praise Vio. Alas I tooke great paines to studie it and 't is Poeticall Ol. It is the more like to be feigned I pray you keep it in I heard you were sawcy at my gates allowd your approach rather to wonder at you then to heare you If you be not mad be gone if you haue reason be breefe 't is not that time of Moone with me to make one in so skipping a dialogue Ma. Will you hoyst sayle sir here lies your way Vio. No good swabber I am to hull here a little longer Some mollification for your Giant sweete Ladie tell me your minde I am a messenger Ol. Sure you haue some hiddeous matter to deliuer when the curtesie of it is so fearefull Speake your office Vio. It alone concernes your eare I bring no ouerture of warre no taxation of homage I hold the Olyffe in my hand my words are as full of peace as matter Ol. Yet you began rudely What are you What would you Vio. The rudenesse that hath appear'd in mee haue I learn'd from my entertainment What I am and what I would are as secret as maiden-head to your eares Diuinity to any others prophanation Ol. Giue vs the place alone We will heare this diuinitie Now sir what is your text Vio. Most sweet Ladie Ol. A comfortable doctrine and much may bee saide of it Where lies your Text Vio. In Orsinoes bosome Ol. In his bosome In what chapter of his bosome Vio. To answer by the method in the first of his hart Ol. O I haue read it it is heresie Haue you no more to say Vio. Good Madam let me see your face Ol. Haue you any Commission from your Lord to negotiate with my face you are now out of your Text but we will draw the Curtain and shew you the picture Looke you sir such a one I was this present I st not well done Vio Excellently done if God did all Ol. 'T is in graine sir 't will endure winde and weather Vio. T is beauty truly blent whose red and white Natures owne sweet and cunning hand laid on Lady you are the cruell'st shee aliue If you will leade these graces to the graue And leaue the world no copie Ol. O sir I will not be so hard-hearted I will giue out diuers scedules of my beautie It shal be Inuentoried and euery particle and vtensile labell'd to my will As Item two lippes indifferent redde Item two grey eyes with lids to them Item one necke one chin so forth Were you sent hither to praise me Vio. I see you what you are you are too proud But if you were the diuell you are faire My Lord and master loues you O such loue Could be but recompenc'd though you were crown'd The non-pareil of beautie Ol. How does he loue me Vio. With adorations fertill teares With groanes that thunder loue with sighes of fire Ol. Your Lord does know my mind I cannot loue him Yet I suppose him vertuous know him noble Of great estate of fresh and stainlesse youth In voyces well divulg'd free learn'd and valiant And in dimension and the shape of nature A gracious person But yet I cannot loue him He might haue tooke his answer long ago Vio. If I did loue you in my masters flame With such a suffring such a deadly life In your deniall I would finde no sence I would not vnderstand it Ol. Why what would you Vio. Make me a willow Cabine at your gate And call vpon my soule within the house Write loyall Cantons of contemned loue And sing them lowd euen in the dead of night Hallow your name to the reuerberate hilles And make the babling Gossip of the aire Cry out Oliuia O you should not rest Betweene the elements of ayre and earth But you should pittie me Ol. You might do much What is your Parentage Vio. Aboue my fortunes yet my state is well I am a Gentleman Ol. Get you to your Lord I cannot loue him let him send no more Vnlesse perchance you come to me againe To tell me how he takes it Fare you well I thanke you for your paines spend this for mee Vio. I am no feede poast Lady keepe your purse My Master not my selfe lackes recompence Loue make his heart of flint that you shal loue And let your feruour like my masters be Plac'd in contempt Farwell fayre crueltie Exit Ol. What is your Parentage Aboue my fortunes yet my state is well I am a Gentleman I le be sworne thou art Thy tongue thy face thy limbes actions and spirit Do giue thee fiue-fold blazon not too fast soft soft Vnlesse the Master were the man How now Euen so quickly may one catch the plague Me thinkes I feele this youths perfections With an inuisible and subtle stealth To creepe in at mine eyes Well let it be What hoa Maluolio Enter Maluolio Mal. Heere Madam at your seruice Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger The Countes man he left this Ring behinde him Would I or not tell him I le none of it Desire him not to flatter with his Lord Nor hold him vp with hopes I am not for him If that the youth will come this way to morrow I le giue him reasons for 't hie thee Maluolio Mal. Madam I will Exit Ol. I do I know not what and feare to finde Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde Fate shew thy force our selues we do not owe What is decreed must be and be this so Finis
my watch or play with my some rich Iewell Toby approaches curtsies there to me To. Shall this fellow liue Fa. Though our silence be drawne from vs with cars yet peace Mal. I extend my hand to him thus quenching my familiar smile with an austere regard of controll To. And do's not Toby take you a blow o' the lippes then Mal. Saying Cosine Toby my Fortunes hauing cast me on your Neece giue me this prerogatiue of speech To. What what Mal. You must amend your drunkennesse To. Out scab Fab. Nay patience or we breake the sinewes of our plot Mal. Besides you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight And. That 's mee I warrant you Mal. One sir Andrew And. I knew 't was I for many do call mee foole Mal. What employment haue we heere Fa. Now is the Woodcocke neere the gin To. Oh peace and the spirit of humors intimate reading aloud to him Mal. By my life this is my Ladies hand these bee her very C's her V's and her T 's and thus makes shee het great P's It is in contempt of question her hand An. Her C's her V's and her T 's why that Mal. To the vnknowne belou'd this and my good Wishes Her very Phraâ—es By your leaue wax Soft and the impressure her Lucrece with which she vses to seale t is my Lady To whom should this be Fab. This winnes him Liuer and all Mal. Ioue knowes I loue but who Lips do not mooue no man must know No man must know What followes The numbers alterâ—d No man must know If this should be thee Maluolio To. Marrie hang thee brocke Mal. I may command where I adore but silence like a Lucresse knife With bloodlesse stroke my heart doth gore M.O.A.I. doth sway my life Fa. A fustian riddle To. Excellent Wench say I. Mal. M.O.A.I. doth sway my life Nay but first let me see let me see let me see Fab. What dish a poyson has she drest him To. And with what wing the stallion checkes at it Mal. I may command where I adore Why shee may command me I serue her she is my Ladie Why this is euident to any formall capacitie There is no obstruction in this and the end What should that Alphabeticall position portend if I could make that resemble something in me Softly M.O.A.I. To O I make vp that he is now at a cold sent Fab. Sowter will cry vpon 't for all this though it bee as ranke as a Fox Mal. M. Maluolio M. why that begins my name Fab. Did not I say he would worke it out the Curre is excellent at faults Mal. M. But then there is no consonancy in the sequell that suffers vnder probation A. should follow but O. does Fa. And O shall end I hope To. I or I le cudgell him and make him cry O. Mal. And then I. comes behind Fa. I and you had any eye behinde you youâ— might see more detraction at your heeles then Fortunes before you Mal. M O A I. This simulation is not as the former and yet to crush this a little it would bow to mee for euery one of these Letters are in my name Soft here followes prose If this fall into thy hand reuolue In my stars I am aboue thee but be not affraid of greatnesse Some are become great some atcheeues greatnesse and some haue greatnesse thrust vppon em Thy fates open theyr hands let thy blood and spirit embrace them and to invre thy selfe to what thou art like to be cast thy humble slough and appeare fresh Be opposite with a kinsman surly with seruants Let thy tongue tang arguments of state put thy selfe into the tricke of singularitie Shee thus aduises thee that sighes for thee Remember who commended thy yellow stockings and wish'd to see thee euer crosse garter'd I say remember goe too thou art made if thou desir'st to be so If not let me see thee a steward still the fellow of seruants and not woorthie to touch Fortunes singers Farewell Shee that would alter seruices with thee tht fortunate vnhappy daylight and champian discouers not more This is open I will bee proud I will reade pollticke Authours I will baffle Sir Toby I will wash off grosse acquaintance I will be point deuise the very man I do not now foole my selfe to let imagination iade mee for euery reason excites to this that my Lady loues me She did commend my yellow stockings of late shee did praise my legge being crosse-garter'd and in this she manifests her selfe to my loue with a kinde of iniunction driues mee to these habites of her liking I thanke my starres I am happy I will bee strange stout in yellow stockings and crosse Garter'd euen with the swiftnesse of putting on Ioue and my starres be praised Heere is yet a postscript Thou canst not choose but know who I am If thou entertainst my loue let it appeare in thy smiling thy smiles become thee well Therefore in my presence still smile deero my sweete I prethee Ioue I thanke thee I will smile I wil do euery thing that thou wilt haue me Exit Fab. I will not giue my part of this sport for a pension of thousands to be paid from the Sophy To. I could marry this wench for this deuice An. So could I too To. And aske no other dowry with her but such another iest Enter Maria. An. Nor I neither Fab. Heere comes my noble gull catcher To. Wilt thou set thy foote o' my necke An. Or o' mine either To. Shall I play my freedome at tray-trip and becom thy bondslaue An. Ifaith or I either Tob. Why thou hast put him in such a dreame that when the image of it leaues him he must run mad Ma. Nay but say true do's it worke vpon him To. Like Aqua vite with a Midwife Mar. If you will then see the fruites of the sport mark his first approach before my Lady hee will come to her in yellow stockings and 't is a colour she abhorres and crosse garter'd a fashion shee detests and hee will smile vpon her which will now be so vnsuteable to her disposition being addicted to a melancholly as shee is that it cannot but turn him into a notable contempt if you wil see it follow me To. To the gates of Tartar thou most excellent diuell of wit And. I le make one too Exeunt Finis Actus secundus Actus Tertius Scaena prima Enter Viola and Clowne Vio. Saue thee Friend and thy Musick dost thou liue by thy Tabor Clo. No sir I liue by the Church Vio. Art thou a Churchman Clo. No such matter sir I do liue by the Church For I do liue at my house and my house dooth stand by the Church Vio. So thou maist say the Kings lyes by a begger if a begger dwell neer him or the Church stands by thy Tabor if thy Tabor stand by the Church Clo. You haue said sir To see this age A sentence is but a cheu'rill gloue
processe of great Nature thence Free'd and enfranchis'd not a partie to The anger of the King nor guilty of If any be the trespasse of the Queene Gao I do beleeue it Paul Do not you feare vpon mine honor Iâ— Will stand betwixt you and danger Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Leontes Seruants Paulina Antigonus and Lords Leo. Nor night nor day no rest It is but weaknesse To beare the matter thus meere weaknesse if The cause were not in being part o' th' cause She th' Adultresse for the harlot-King Is quite beyond mine Arme out of the blanke And leuell of my braine plot-proofe but shee I can hooke to me say that she were gone Giuen to the fire a moity of my rest Might come to me againe Whose there Ser. My Lord. Leo. How do's the boy Ser. He tooke good rest to night 't is hop'd His sicknesse is discharg'd Leo. To see his Noblenesse Conceyuing the dishonour of his Mother He straight declin'd droop'd tooke it deeply Fasten'd and fix'd the shame on 't in himselfe Threw-off his Spirit his Appetite his Sleepe And down-right languish'd Leaue me solely goe See how he fares Fie fie no thought of him The very thought of my Reuenges that way Recoyle vpon me in himselfe too mightie And in his parties his Alliance Let him be Vntill a time may serue For present vengeance Take it on her Camillo and Polixenes Laugh at me make their pastime at my sorrow They should not laugh if I could reach them nor Shall she within my powre Enter Paulina Lord. You must not enter Paul Nay rather good my Lords be second to me Feare you his tyrannous passion more alas Then the Queenes life A gracious innocent soule More free then he is iealous Antig. That 's enough Ser. Madam he hath not slept to night commanded None should come at him Pau. Not so hot good Sir I come to bring him sleepe 'T is such as you That creepe like shadowes by him and do sighe At each his needlesse heauings such as you Nourish the cause of his awaking I Do come with words as medicinall as true Honest as either to purge him of that humor That presses him from sleepe Leo. Who noyse there hoe Pau. No noyse my Lord but needfull conference About some Gossips for your Highnesse Leo. How Away with that audacious Lady Antigonus I charg'd thee that she should not come about me I knew she would Ant. I told her so my Lord On your displeasures perill and on mine She should not visit you Leo. What canst not rule her Paul From all dishonestie he can in this Vnlesse he take the course that you haue done Commit me for committing honor trust it He shall not rule me Ant. La-you now you heare When she will take the raine I let her run But shee 'l not stumble Paul Good my Liege I come And I beseech you heare me who professes My selfe your loyall Seruant your Physitian Your most obedient Counsailor yet that dares Lesse appeare so in comforting your Euilles Then such as most seeme yours I say I come From your good Queene Leo. Good Queene Paul Good Queene my Lord good Queene I say good Queene And would by combate make her good so were I A man the worst about you Leo. Force her hence Pau. Let him that makes but trifles of his eyes First hand me on mine owne accord I le off But first I le do my errand The good Queene For she is good hath brought you forth a daughter Heere 't is Commends it to your blessing Leo. Out A mankinde Witch Hence with her out o'dore A most intelligencing bawd Paul Not so I am as ignorant in that as you In so entit'ling me and no lesse honest Then you are mad which is enough I le warrant As this world goes to passe for honest Leo. Traitors Will you not push her out Giue her the Bastard Thou dotard thou art woman-tyr'd vnroosted By thy dame Partlet heere Take vp the Bastard Take 't vp I say giue 't to thy Croane Paul For euer Vnvenerable be thy hands if thou Tak'st vp the Princesse by that forced basenesse Which he ha's put vpon 't Leo. He dreads his Wife Paul So I would you did then 't were past all doubt Youl 'd call your children yours Leo. A nest of Traitors Ant. I am none by this good light Pau. Nor I nor any But one that 's heere and that 's himselfe for he The sacred Honor of himselfe his Queenes His hopefull Sonnes his Babes betrayes to Slander Whose sting is sharper then the Swords and will not For as the case now stands it is a Curse He cannot be compell'd too 't once remoue The Root of his Opinion which is rotten As euer Oake or Stone was sound Leo. A Callat Of boundlesse tongue who late hath beat her Husband And now bayts me This Brat is none of mine It is the Issue of Polixenes Hence with it and together with the Dam Commit them to the fire Paul It is yours And might we lâ—y th' old Prouerb to your charge So like you 't is the worse Behold my Lords Although the Print be little the whole Matter And Coppy of the Father Eye Nose Lippe The trick of 's Frowne his Fore-head nay the Valley The pretty dimples of his Chin and Cheeke his Smiles The very Mold and frame of Hand Nayle Finger And thou good Goddesse Nature which hast made it So like to him that got it if thou hast The ordering of the Mind too ' mongst all Colours No Yellow in 't least she suspect as he do's Her Children not her Husbands Leo. A grosse Hagge And Lozell thou art worthy to be hang'd That wilt not stay her Tongue Antig. Hang all the Husbands That cannot doe that Feat you 'le leaue your selfe Hardly one Subiect Leo. Once more take her hence Paul A most vnworthy and vnnaturall Lord Can doe no more Leo. I le hâ— ' thee burnt Paul I care not It is an Heretique that makes the fire Not she which burnes in 't I le not call you Tyrant But this most cruell vsage of your Queene Not able to produce more accusation Then your owne weake-hindg'd Fancy somthing sauors Of Tyrannie and will ignoble make you Yea scandalous to the World Leo. On your Allegeance Out of the Chamber with her Were I a Tyrant Where were her life she durst not call me so If she did know me one Away with her Paul I pray you doe not push me I le be gone Looke to your Babe my Lord 't is yours Ioue send her A better guiding Spirit What needs these hands You that are thus so tender o're his Follyes Will neuer doe him good not one of you So so Farewell we are gone Exit Leo. Thou Traytor hast set on thy Wife to this My Child away with 't euen thou that hast A heart so tender o're it take it hence And see it instantly consum'd with fire Euen thou and none but thou Take it vp
doe not beare these Crossings Giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my Birth The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes The Goates ranne from the Mountaines and the Heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields These signes haue markt me extraordinarie And all the courses of my Life doe shew I am not in the Roll of common men Where is the Liuing clipt in with the Sea That chides the Bankes of England Scotland and Wales Which calls me Pupill or hath read to me And bring him out that is but Womans Sonne Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art And hold me pace in deepe experiments Hotsp I thinke there 's no man speakes better Welsh I le to Dinner Mort. Peace Cousin Percy you will make him mad Glend I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe Hotsp Why so can I or so can any man But will they come when you doe call for them Glend Why I can teach thee Cousin to command the Deuill Hotsp And I can teach thee Cousin to shame the Deuil By telling truth Tell truth and shame the Deuill If thou haue power to rayse him bring him hither And I le be sworne I haue power to shame him hence Oh while you liue tell truth and shame the Deuill Mort. Come come no more of this vnprofitable Chat. Glend Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power thrice from the Banks of Wye And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne haue I hent him Bootlesse home and Weather-beaten backe Hotsp Home without Bootes And in foule Weather too How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name Glend Come heere 's the Mappe Shall wee diuide our Right According to our three-fold order-ta'ne Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits very equally England from Trent and Seuerne hitherto By South and East is to my part assign'd All Westward Wales beyond the Seuerne shore And all the fertile Land within that bound To Owen Glendower And deare Couze to you The remnant Northward lying off from Trent And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne Which being sealed enterchangeably A Businesse that this Night may execute To morrow Cousin Percy you and I And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth To meete your Father and the Scottish Power As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury My Father Glendower is not readie yet Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes Within that space you may haue drawne together Your Tenants Friends and neighbouring Gentlemen Glend A shorter time shall send me to you Lords And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steale and take no leaue For there will be a World of Water shed Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you Hotsp Me thinks my Moity North from Burton here In quantitie equals not one of yours See how this Riuer comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my Land A huge halfe Moone a monstrous Cantle out I le haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne In a new Channell faire and euenly It shall not winde with such a deepe indent To rob me of so rich a Bottome here Glend Not winde it shall it must you see it doth Mort. Yea but marke how he beares his course And runnes me vp with like aduantage on the other side Gelding the opposed Continent as much As on the other side it takes from you Worc. Yea but a little Charge will trench him here And on this North side winne this Cape of Land And then he runnes straight and euen Hotsp I le haue it so a little Charge will doe it Glend I le not haue it alter'd Hotsp Will not you Glend No nor you shall not Hotsp Who shall say me nay Glend Why that will I. Hotsp Let me not vnderstand you then speake it in Welsh Glend I can speake English Lord as well as you For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court Where being but young I framed to the Harpe Many an English Dittie louely well And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament A Vertue that was neuer seene in you Hotsp Marry and I am glad of it with all my heart I had rather be a Kitten and cry mew Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree And that would set my teeth nothing an edge Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie 'T is like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge Glend Come you shall haue Trent turn'd Hotsp I doe not care I le giue thrice so much Land To any well-deseruing friend But in the way of Bargaine marke ye me I le cauill on the ninth part of a hayre Are the Indentures drawne shall we be gone Glend The Moone shines faire You may away by Night I le haste the Writer and withall Breake with your Wiues of your departure hence I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde So much she doteth on her Mortimer Exit Mort. Fie Cousin Percy how you crosse my Father Hotsp I cannot chuse sometime he angers me With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant Of the Dreamer Merlin and his Prophecies And of a Dragon and a finne-lesse Fish A clip-wing'd Griffin and a moulten Rauen A couching Lyon and a ramping Cat And such a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe As puts me from my Faith I tell you what He held me last Night at least nine howres In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names That were his Lacqueyes I cry'd hum and well goe too But mark'd him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred Horse a rayling Wife Worse then a smoakie House I had rather liue With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre Then feede on Cates and haue him talke to me In any Summer-House in Christendome Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman Exceeding well read and profited In strange Concealements Valiant as a Lyon and wondrous affable And as bountifull as Mynes of India Shall I tell you Cousin He holds your temper in a high respect And curbes himselfe euen of his naturall scope When you doe crosse his humor 'faith he does I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done Without the taste of danger and reproofe But doe not vse it oft let me entreat you Worc. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault Though sometimes it shew Greatnesse Courage Blood And that 's the dearest grace it renders you Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh Rage Defect of Manners want of Gouernment Pride Haughtinesse Opinion and Disdaine The least of which haunting a Nobleman Loseth mens hearts and leaues behinde a stayne Vpon the beautie of all parts besides Beguiling them of commendation Hotsp Well I am school'd Good-manners be your speede Heere
assur'd I le be your Father and your Brother too Let me but beare your Loue I le beare your Cares But weepe that Horrie's dead and so will I. But Harry liues that shall conuert those Teares By number into houres of Happinesse Iohn c. We hope no other from your Maiesty Prin. You all looke strangely on me and you most You are I thinke assur'd I loue you not Ch. Iust I am assur'd if I be measur'd rightly Your Maiesty hath no iust cause to hate mee Pr. No How might a Prince of my great hopes forget So great Indignities you laid vpon me What Rate Rebuke and roughly send to Prison Th' immediate Heire of England Was this easie May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten Ch. Iust I then did vse the Person of your Father The Image of his power lay then in me And in th' administration of his Law Whiles I was busie for the Commonwealth Your Highnesse pleased to forget my place The Maiesty and power of Law and Iustice The Image of the King whom I presented And strooke me in my very Seate of Iudgement Whereon as an Offender to your Father I gaue bold way to my Authority And did commit you If the deed were ill Be you contented wearing now the Garland To haue a Sonne set your Decrees at naught To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench To trip the course of Law and blunt the Sword That guards the peace and safety of your Person Nay more to spurne at your most Royall Image And mocke your workings in a Second body Question your Royall Thoughts make the case yours Be now the Father and propose a Sonne Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd See your most dreadfull Lawes so loosely slighted Behold your selfe so by a Sonne disdained And then imagine me taking you part And in your power soft silencing your Sonne After this cold considerance sentence me And as you are a King speake in your State What I haue done that misbecame my place My person or my Lieges Soueraigntie Prin. You are right Iustice and you weigh this well Therefore still beare the Ballance and the Sword And I do wish your Honors may encrease Till you do liue to see a Sonne of mine Offend you and obey you as I did So shall I liue to speake my Fathers words Happy am I that haue a man so bold That dares do Iustice on my proper Sonne And no lesse happy hauing such a Sonne That would deliuer vp his Greatnesse so Into the hands of Iustice You did commit me For which I do commit into your hand Th' vnstained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare With this Remembrance That you vse the same With the like bold iust and impartiall spirit As you haue done ' gainst me There is my hand You shall be as a Father to my Youth My voice shall sound as you do prompt mine eare And I will stoope and humble my Intents To your well-practis'd wise Directions And Princes all beleeue me I beseech you My Father is gone wilde into his Graue For in his Tombe lye my Affections And with his Spirits sadly I suruiue To mocke the expectation of the World To frustrate Prophesies and to race out Rotten Opinion who hath writ me downe After my seeming The Tide of Blood in me Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity till now Now doth it turne and ebbe backe to the Sea Where it shall mingle with the state of Floods And flow henceforth in formall Maiesty Now call we our High Court of Parliament And let vs choose such Limbes of Noble Counsaile That the great Body of our State may go In equall ranke with the best gouern'd Nation That Warre or Peace or both at once may be As things acquainted and familiar to vs In which you Father shall haue formost hand Our Coronation done we will accite As I before remembred all our State And heauen consigning to my good intents No Prince nor Peere shall haue iust cause to say Heauen shorten Harries happy life one day Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe Shallow Silence Bardolfe Page and Pistoll Shal Nay you shall see mine Orchard where in an Arbor we will eate a last yeares Pippin of my owne graffing with a dish of Carrawayes and so forth Come Cosin Silence and then to bed Fal. You haue heere a goodly dwelling and a rich Shal. Barren barren barren Beggers all beggers all Sir Iohn Marry good ayre Spread Dauy spread Dauie Well said Dauie Falst This Dauie serues you for good vses he is your Seruingman and your Husband Shal A good Varlet a good Varlet a very good Varlet Sir Iohn I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper A good Varlet Now sit downe now sit downe Come Cosin Sil. Ah sirra quoth-a we shall doe nothing but eate and make good cheere and praise heauen for the merrie yeere when flesh is cheape and Females deere and lustie Lads rome heere and there so merrily and euer among so merrily Fal. There 's a merry heart good M. Silence I le giue you a health for that anon Shal. Good M. Bardolfe some wine Dauie Da. Sweet sir sit I le be with you anon most sweete sir sit Master Page good M. Page sit Proface What you want in meate wee 'l haue in drinke but you beare the heart 's all Shal. Be merry M. Bardolfe and my little Souldiour there be merry Sil. Be merry be merry my wife ha's all For women are Shrewes both short and tall 'T is merry in Hall when Beards wagge all And welcome merry Shrouetide Be merry be merry Fal. I did not thinke M. Silence had bin a man of this Mettle Sil. Who I I haue beene merry twice and once ere now Dauy. There is a dish of Lether-coats for you Shal. Dauie Dau. Your Worship I le be with you straight A cup of Wine sir Sil. A Cup of Wine that 's briske and fine drinke vnto the Leman mine and a merry heart liues long-a Fal. Well said M. Silence Sil. If we shall be merry now comes in the sweete of the night Fal. Health and long life to you M. Silence Sil. Fill the Cuppe and let it come I le pledge you a mile to the bottome Shal. Honest Bardolfe welcome If thou want'st any thing and wilt not call beshrew thy heart Welcome my little tyne theefe and welcome indeed too I le drinke to M. Bardolfe and to all the Cauileroes about London Dau. I hope to see London once ere I die Bar. If I might see you there Dauie Shal. You 'l cracke a quart together Ha will you not M. Bardolfe Bar. Yes Sir in a pottle pot Shal. I thanke thee the knaue will sticke by thee I can assure thee that He will not out he is true bred Bar. And I le sticke by him sir Shal. Why there spoke a King lack nothing be merry Looke who 's at doore there ho who knockes Fal Why now you haue done me right Sil. Do me right and dub me
with foule contempt Behold in vs wee le follow where thou lead'st Like stinging Bees in hottest Sommers day Led by their Maister to the flowred fields And be aueng'd on cursed Tamora And as he saith so say we all with him Luci. I humbly thanke him and I thanke you all But who comes heere led by a lusty Goth Enter a Goth leading of Aaron with his child in his armes Goth. Renowned Lucius from our troups I straid To gaze vpon a ruinous Monasterie And as I earnestly did fixe mine eye Vpon the wasted building suddainely I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall I made vnto the noyse when soone I heard The crying babe control'd with this discourse Peace Tawny slaue halfe me and halfe thy Dam Did not thy Hue bewray whose brat thou art Had nature lent thee but thy Mothers looke Villaine thou might'st haue bene an Emperour But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white They neuer do beget a cole-blacke-Calfe Peace villaine peace euen thus he rates the babe For I must beare thee to a trusty Goth Who when he knowes thou art the Empresse babe Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers sake With this my weapon drawne I rusht vpon him Surpriz'd him suddainely and brought him hither To vse as you thinke neeedefull of the man Luci. Oh worthy Goth this is the incarnate deuill That rob'd Andronicus of his good hand This is the Pearle that pleas'd your Empresse eye And heere 's the Base Fruit of his burning lust Say wall-ey'd slaue whether would'st thou conuay This growing Image of thy fiend-like face Why dost not speake what deafe Not a word A halter Souldiers hang him on this Tree And by his side his Fruite of Bastardie Aron Touch not the Boy he is of Royall blood Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good First hang the Child that he may see it sprall A sight to vexe the Fathers soule withall Aron Get me a Ladder Lucius saue the Childe And beare it from me to the Empresse If thou do this I le shew thee wondrous things That highly may aduantage thee to heare If thou wilt not befall what may befall I le speake no more but vengeance rot you all Luci. Say on and if it please me which thou speak'st Thy child shall liue and I will see it Nourisht Aron And if it please thee why assure thee Lucius 'T will vexe thy soule to heare what I shall speake For I must talke of Murthers Rapes and Massacres Acts of Blacke-night abhominable Deeds Complots of Mischiefe Treason Villanies Ruthfull to heare yet pittiously preform'd And this shall all be buried by my death Vnlesse thou sweare to me my Childe shall liue Luci. Tell on thy minde I say thy Childe shall liue Aron Sweare that he shall and then I will begin Luci. Who should I sweare by Thou beleeuest no God That graunted how can'st thou beleeue an oath Aron What if I do not as indeed I do not Yet for I know thou art Religious And hast a thing within thee called Conscience With twenty Popish trickes and Ceremonies Which I haue seene thee carefull to obserue Therefore I vrge thy oath for that I know An Ideot holds his Bauble for a God And keepes the oath which by that God he sweares To that I le vrge him therefore thou shalt vow By that same God what God so ere it be That thou adorest and hast in reuerence To saue my Boy to nourish and bring him vp Ore else I will discouer nought to thee Luci. Euen by my God I sweare to to thee I will Aron First know thou I be got him on the Empresse Luci. Oh most Insatiate luxurious woman Aron Tut Lucius this was but a deed of Charitie To that which thou shalt heare of me anon 'T was her two Sonnes that murdered Bassianus They cut thy Sisters tongue and rauisht her And cut her hands off and trim'd her as thou saw'st Lucius Oh detestable villaine Call'st thou that Trimming Aron Why she was washt and cut and trim'd And 't was trim sport for them that had the doing of it Luci. Oh barbarous beastly villaines like thy selfe Aron Indeede I was their Tutor to instruct them That Codding spirit had they from their Mother As sure a Card as euer wonne the Set That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me As true a Dog as euer fought at head Well let my Deeds be witnesse of my worth I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole Where the dead Corps of Bassianus lay I wrote the Letter that thy Father found And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd Confederate with the Queene and her two Sonnes And what not done that thou hast cause to rue Wherein I had no stroke of Mischeife in it I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand And when I had it drew my selfe apart And almost broke my heart with extreame laughter I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall When for his hand he had his two Sonnes heads Beheld his teares and laught so hartily That both mine eyes were rainie like to his And when I told the Empresse of this sport She sounded almost at my pleasing tale And for my tydings gaue me twenty kisses Goth. What canst thou say all this and neuer blush Aron I like a blacke Dogge as the saying is Luci. Art thou not sorry for these hainous deedes Aron I that I had not done a thousand more Euen now I curse the day and yet I thinke Few come within few compasse of my curse Wherein I did not some Notorious ill As kill a man or else deuise his death Rauish a Maid or plot the way to do it Accuse some Innocent and forsweare my selfe Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends Make poore mens Cattell breake their neckes Set fire on Barnes and Haystackes in the night And bid the Owners quench them with the teares Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues And set them vpright at their deere Friends doore Euen when their sorrowes almost was forgot And on their skinnes as on the Barke of Trees Haue with my knife carued in Romaine Letters Let not your sorrow die though I am dead Tut I haue done a thousand dreadfull things As willingly as one would kill a Fly And nothing greeues me hartily indeede But that I cannot doe ten thousand more Luci. Bring downe the diuell for he must not die So sweet a death as hanging presently Aron If there be diuels would I were a deuill To liue and burne in euerlasting fire So I might haue your company in hell But to torment you with my bitter tongue Luci. Sirs stop his mouth let him speake no more Enter Emillius Goth. My Lord there is a Messenger from Rome Desires to be admitted to your presence Luc. Let him come neere Welcome Emillius what the newes from Rome Emi. Lord Lucius and you Princes of the Gothes The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me And for he vnderstands you are in Armes
I am bent to know By the worst meanes the worst for mine owne good All causes shall giue way I am in blood Stept in so farre that should I wade no more Returning were as tedious as go ore Strange things I haue in head that will to hand Which must be acted ere they may be scand La. You lacke the season of all Natures sleepe Macb. Come wee 'l to sleepe My strange self-abuse Is the initiate feare that wants hard vse We are yet but yong indeed Exeunt Scena Quinta Thunder Enter the three Witches meeting Hecat 1. Why how now Hecat you looke angerly Hec. Haue I not reason Beldams as you are Sawcy and ouer-bold how did you dare To Trade and Trafficke with Macbeth In Riddles and Affaires of death And I the Mistris of your Charmes The close contriuer of all harmes Was neuer call'd to beare my part Or shew the glory of our Art And which is worse all you haue done Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne Spightfull and wrathfull who as others do Loues for his owne ends not for you But make amends now Get you gon And at the pit of Acheron Meete me i' th' Morning thither he Will come to know his Destinie Your Vessels and your Spels prouide Your Charmes and euery thing beside I am for th' Ayre This night I le spend Vnto a dismall and a Fatall end Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone Vpon the Corner of the Moone There hangs a vap'rous drop profound I le catch it ere it come to ground And that distill'd by Magicke slights Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his Confusion He shall spurne Fate scorne Death and beare His hopes ' boue Wisedome Grace and Feare And you all know Security Is Mortals cheefest Enemie Musicke and a Song Hearke I am call'd my little Spirit see Sits in a Foggy cloud and stayes for me Sing within Come away come away c. 1 Come let 's make hast shee 'l soone be Backe againe Exeunt Scaena Sexta Enter Lenox and another Lord. Lenox My former Speeches Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth marry he was dead And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late Whom you may say if 't please you Fleans kill'd For Fleans fled Men must not walke too late Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolme and for Donalbane To kill their gracious Father Damned Fact How it did greeue Macbeth Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents teare That were the Slaues of drinke and thralles of sleepe Was not that Nobly done I and wisely too For 't would haue anger'd any heart aliue To heare the men deny 't So that I say He ha's borne all things well and I do thinke That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key As and 't please Heauen he shall not they should finde What 't were to kill a Father So should Fleans But peace for from broad words and cause he fayl'd His presence at the Tyrants Feast I heare Macduffe liues in disgrace Sir can you tell Where he bestowes himselfe Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth Liues in the English Court and is receyu'd Of the most Pious Edward with such grace That the maleuolence of Fortune nothing Takes from his high respect Thither Macduffe Is gone to pray the Holy King vpon his ayd To wake Northumberland and warlike Seyward That by the helpe of these with him aboue To ratifie the Worke we may againe Giue to our Tables meate sleepe to our Nights Free from our Feasts and Banquets bloody kniues Do faithfull Homage and receiue free Honors All which we pine for now And this report Hath so exasperate their King that hee Prepares for some attempt of Warre Len. Sent he to Macduffe Lord. He did and with an absolute Sir not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe And hums as who should say you 'l rue the time That clogges me with this Answer Lenox And that well might Aduise him to a Caution tâ—hold what distance His wisedome can prouide Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England and vnfold His Message ere he come that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country Vnder a hand accurs'd Lord. I le send my Prayers with him Exeunt Actus Quarâ—s Scena Prima Thunder Enter the three Witches 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd 2 Thrice and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd 3 Harpier cries 't is time 't is time 1 Round about the Caldron go In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad that vnder cold stone Dayes and Nights ha's thirty one Sweltred Venom sleeping got Boyle thou first i' th' charmed pot All. Double double toile and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake In the Cauldron boyle and bake Eye of Newt and Toe of Frogge Wooll of Bat and Tongue of Dogge Adders Forke and Blinde-wormes Sting Lizards legge and Howlets wing For a Charme of powrefull trouble Like a Hell-broth boyle and bubble All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 3 Scale of Dragon Tooth of Wolfe Witches Mummey Maw and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke Roote of Hemlocke digg'd i' th' darke Liuer of Blaspheming Iew Gall of Goate and Slippes of Yew Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse â—ose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of Birth-strangled Babe Dâ—tch-deliuer'd by a Drab Make the Grewell thicke and slab Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Coole it with a Baboones blood Then the Charme is firme and good Enter Hecat and the other three Witches Hec. O well done I commend your paines And euery one shall share i' th' gaines And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring Inchanting all that you put in Musicke and a Song Blacke Spirits c. 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes Something wicked this way comes Open Lockes who euer knockes Enter Macbeth Macb. How now you secret black midnight Hags What is' t you do All. A deed without a name Macb. I coniure you by that which you Professe How ere you come to know it answer me Though you vntye the Windes and let them fight Against the Churches Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp Though bladed Corne be lodg'd Trees blown downe Though Castles topple on their Warders heads Though Pallaces and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine tumble altogether Euen till destruction sicken Answer me To what I aske you 1 Speake 2 Demand 3 Wee 'l answer 1 Say if th' hadst rather heare it from our mouthes Or from our Masters Macb. Call 'em let me see ' em 1 Powre in
could not beg I' th' last nights storme I such a fellow saw Which made me thinke a Man a Worme My Sonne Came then into my minde and yet my minde Was then scarse Friends with him I haue heard more since As Flies to wanton Boyes are we to th' Gods They kill vs for their sport Edg. How should this be Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow Ang'ring it selfe and others Blesse thee Master Glou. Is that the naked Fellow Oldm. I my Lord. Glou. Get thee away If for my sake Thou wilt ore-take vs hence a mile or twaine I' th' way toward Douer do it for ancient loue And bring some couering for this naked Soule Which I le intreate to leade me Old Alacke sir he is mad Glou. 'T is the times plague When Madmen leade the blinde Do as I bid thee or rather do thy pleasure Aboue the rest be gone Oldm. He bring him the best Parrell that I haue Come on 't what will Exit Glou. Sirrah naked fellow Edg. Poore Tom's a cold I cannot daub it further Glou. Come hither fellow Edg. And yet I must Blesse thy sweete eyes they bleede Glou. Know'st thou the way to Douer Edg. Both style and gate Horseway and foot-path poore Tom hath bin scarr'd out of his good wits Blesse thee good mans sonne from the foule Fiend Glou. Here take this purse y u whom the heau'ns plagues Haue humbled to all strokes that I am wretched Makes thee the happier Heauens deale so still Let the superfluous and Lust-dieted man That slaues your ordinance that will not see Because he do's not feele feele your powre quickly So distribution should vndoo excesse And each man haue enough Dost thou know Douer Edg. I Master Glou. There is a Cliffe whose high and bending head Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe Bring me but to the very brimme of it And I le repayre the misery thou do'st beare With something rich about me from that place I shall no leading neede Edg. Giue me thy arme Poore Tom shall leade thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Gonerill Bastard and Steward Gon. Welcome my Lord. I meruell our mild husband Not met vs on the way Now where 's your Master Stew. Madam within but neuer man so chang'd I told him of the Army that was Landed He smil'd at it I told him you were comming His answer was the worse Of Glosters Treachery And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne When I inform'd him then he call'd me Sot And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out What most he should dislike seemes pleasant to him What like offensiue Gon. Then shall you go no further It is the Cowish terror of his spirit That dares not vndertake Hee 'l not feele wrongs Which tye him to an answer our wishes on the way May proue effects Backe Edmond to my Brother Hasten his Musters and conduct his powres I must change names at home and giue the Distaffe Into my Husbands hands This trustie Seruant Shall passe betweene vs ere long you are like to heare If you dare venture in your owne behalfe A Mistresses command Weare this spare speech Decline your head This kisse if it durst speake Would stretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre Conceiue and fare thee well Bast Yours in the rankes of death Exit Gon. My most deere Gloster Oh the difference of man and man To thee a Womans seruices are due My Foole vsurpes my body Stew. Madam here come's my Lord. Enter Albany Gon. I haue beene worth the whistle Alb. Oh Gonerill You are not worth the dust which the rude winde Blowes in your face Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man That bear'st a cheeke for blowes a head for wrongs Who hast not in thy browes an eye-discerning Thine Honor from thy suffering Alb. See thy selfe diuell Proper deformitie seemes not in the Fiend So horrid as in woman Gon. Oh vaine Foole. Enter a Messenger Mes Oh my good Lord the Duke of Cornwals dead Slaine by his Seruant going to put out The other eye of Glouster Alb. Glousters eyes Mes A Seruant that he bred thrill'd with remorse Oppos'd against the act bending his Sword To his great Master who threat-enrag'd Flew on him and among'st them fell'd him dead But not without that harmefull stroke which since Hath pluckt him after Alb. This shewes you are aboue You Iustices that these our neather crimes So speedily can venge But O poore Glouster Lost he his other eye Mes Both both my Lord. This Leter Madam craues a speedy answer 'T is from your Sister Gon. One way I like this well But being widdow and my Glouster with her May all the building in my fancie plucke Vpon my hatefull life Another way The Newes is not so tart I le read and answer Alb. Where was his Sonne When they did take his eyes Mes Come with my Lady hither Alb. He is not heere Mes No my good Lord I met him backe againe Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse Mes I my good Lord 't was he inform'd against him And quit the house on purpose that their punishment Might haue the freer course Alb. Glouster I liue To thanke thee for the loue thou shew'dst the King And to reuenge thine eyes Come hither Friend Tell me what more thou know'st Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Cordelia Gentlemen and Souldiours Cor. Alacke 't is he why he was met euen now As mad as the vext Sea singing alowd Crown'd with ranke Fenitar and furrow weeds With Hardokes Hemlocke Nettles Cuckoo flowres Darnell and all the idle weedes that grow In our sustaining Corne. A Centery send forth Search euery Acre in the high-growne field And bring him to our eye What can mans wisedome In the restoring his bereaued Sense he that helpes him Take all my outward worth Cent. There is meanes Madam Our foster Nurse of Nature is repose The which he lackes that to prouoke in him Are many Simples operatiue whose power Will close the eye of Anguish Cord. All blest Secrets All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth Spring with my teares be aydant and remediate In the Goodmans desires seeke seeke for him Least his vngouern'd rage dissolue the life That wants the meanes to leade it Enter Messenger Mes Newes Madam The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward Cor. 'T is knowne before Our preparation stands In expectation of them O deere Father It is thy businesse that I go about Therfore great France My mourning and importun'd teares hath pittied No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite But loue deere loue and our ag'd Fathers Rite Soone may I heare and see him Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Regan and Steward Reg. But are my Brothers Powres set forth Stew. I Madam Reg. Himselfe in person there Stew. Madam with much ado Your Sister is the better Souldier Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home Stew. No Madam Reg. What night import my Sisters Letter to him Stew. I know not Lady Reg. Faith he is
other Watchmen Do heare what we do 2 How now Maisters Speak together Omnes How now how now do you heare this 1 I is' t not strange 3 Do you heare Masters Do you heare 1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter Let 's see how it will giue off Omnes Content 'T is strange Exeunt Enter Anthony and Cleopatra with others Ant. Eros mine Armour Eros Cleo. Sleepe a little Ant. No my Chucke Eros come mine Armor Eros Enter Eros Come good Fellow put thine Iron on If Fortune be not ours to day it is Because we braue her Come Cleo. Nay I le helpe too Anthony What 's this for Ah let be let be thou art The Armourer of my heart False false This this Sooth-law I le helpe Thus it must bee Ant. Well well we shall thriue now Seest thou my good Fellow Go put on thy defences Eros Briefely Sir Cleo. Is not this buckled well Ant. Rarely rarely He that vnbuckleâ— this till we do please To daft for our Repose shall heare a storme Thou fumblest Eros and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this then thou Dispatch O Loue That thou couldst see my Warres to day and knew'st The Royall Occupation thou should'st see A Workeman in 't Enter an Armed Soldier Good morrow to thee welcome Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge To businesse that we loue we rise betime And go too 't with delight Soul A thousand Sir early though 't be haue on their Riueted trim and at the Port expect you Showt Trumpets Flourish Enter Captaines and Souldiers Alex. The Morne is faire Good morrow Generall All. Good morrow Generall Ant. 'T is well blowne Lads This Morning like the spirit of a youth That meanes to be of note begins betimes So so Come giue me that this way well-sed Fare thee well Dame what ere becomes of me This is a Soldiers kisse rebukeable And worthy shamefull checke it were to stand On more Mechanicke Complement I le leaue thee Now like a man of Steele you that will fight Follow me close I le bring you too 't Adieu Exeunt Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber Cleo. Lead me He goes forth gallantly That he and Caesar might Determine this great Warre in single fight Then Anthony but now Well on Exeunt Trumpets sound Enter Anthony and Eros Eros The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony Ant. Would thou those thy scars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land Eros Had st thou done so The Kings that haue reuolted and the Soldier That has this morning left thee would haue still Followed thy heeles Ant. Whos 's gone this morning Eros Who one euer neere thee call for Enobarbus He shall not heare thee or from Caesars Campe Say I am none of thine Ant. What sayest thou Sold. Sir he is with Caesar Eros Sir his Chests and Treasure he has not with him Ant. Is he gone Sol. Most certaine Ant. Go Eros send his Treasure after do it Detaine no iot I charge thee write to him I will subscribe gentle adieu's and greetings Say that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men Dispatch Enobarbus Exit Flourish Enter Agrippa Caesar with Enobarbus and Dollabella Caes Go forth Agrippa and begin the fight Our will is Anthony â—e tooke aliue Make it so knowne Agrip. Caesar I shall Caesar The time of vniuersall peace is neere Proue this a prosp'rous day the three â—ook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely Enter a Messenger Mes Anthony is come into the Field Caes Go charge Agrippa Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe Exeunt Enob. Alexas did reuolt and went to Iewrij on Affaires of Anthony there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar And leaue his Master Anthony For this paines Caesar hath hang'd him Camindius and the rest That fell away haue entertainment but No honourable trust I haue done ill Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely That I will ioy no more Enter a Soldier of Caesars Sol. Enobarbus Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure with His Bounty ouer-plus The Messenger Came on my guard and at thy Tent is now Vnloading of his Mules Eno. I giue it you Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus I tell you true Best you saf't the bringer Out of the hoast I must attend mine Office Or would haue done 't my selfe Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue Exit Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth And feele I am so most Oh Anthony Thou Mine of Bounty how would'st thou haue payed My better seruice when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold This blowes my hart If swift thought breake it not a swifter meane Shall out-strike thought but thought will doo 't I feele I fight against thee No I will go seeke Some Ditâ—h wherein to dye the foul'st best fits My latter part of life Exit Alarum Drummes and Trumpets Enter Agrippa Agrip Retire we haue engag'd our selues too farre Caesar himselfe ha's worke and our oppression Exceeds what we expected Exit Alarums Enter Anthony and Scarrus wounded Scar. O my braue Emperor this is fought indeed Had we done so at first we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads Far off Ant. Thou bleed'st apace Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T But now 't is made an H. Ant. They do retyre Scar. Wee 'l beat 'em into Bench-holes I haue yet Roome for six scotches more Enter Eros Eros They are beaten Sir and our aduantage serues For a faire victory Scar. Let vs score their backes And snatch 'em vp as we take Hares behinde 'T is sport to maul a Runner Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort and ten-fold For thy good valour Come thee on Scar. I le halt after Exeunt Alarum Enter Anthony againe in a March Scarrus with others Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe Runne one Before let the Queen know of our guests to morrow Before the Sun shall see 's wee 'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd I thanke you all For doughty handed are you and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause but as 't had beene Each mans like mine you haue shewne all Hectors Enter the Citty clip your Wiues your Friends Tell them your feats whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds and kisse The Honour'd-gashes whole Enter Cleopatra Giue me thy hand To this great Faiery I le commend thy acts Make her thankes blesse thee Oh thou day o' th' world Chaine mine arm'd necke leape thou Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart and there Ride on the pants triumphing Cleo. Lord of Lords Oh infinite Vertue comm'st thou smiling from The world 's great snare vncaught Ant. Mine Nightingale We haue beate them to their Beds What Gyrle though gray Do somthing mingle with
shall we finde The sharded-Beetle in a safer hold Then is the full-wing'd Eagle Oh this life Is Nobler then attending for a checke Richer then doing nothing for a Babe Prouder then rustling in vnpayd-for Silke Such gaine the Cap of him that makes him fine Yet keepes his Booke vncros'd no life to ours Gui. Out of your proofe you speak we poore vnfledg'd Haue neuer wing'd from view o' th' nest nor knowes not What Ayre 's from home Hap'ly this life is best If quiet life be best sweeter to you That haue a sharper knowne Well corresponding With your stiffe Age but vnto vs it is A Cell of Ignorance trauailing a bed A Prison or a Debtor that not dares To stride a limit Arui What should we speake of When we are old as you When we shall heare The Raine and winde beate darke December How In this our pinching Caue shall we discourse The freezing houres away We haue seene nothing We are beastly subtle as the Fox for prey Like warlike as the Wolfe for what we eate Our Valour is to chace what flyes Our Cage We make a Quite as doth the prison'd Bird And sing our Bondage freely Bel. How you speake Did you but know the Citties Vsuries And felt them knowingly the Art o' th' Court As hard to leaue as keepe whose top to climbe Is certaine falling or so slipp'ry that The feare 's as bad as falling The toyle o' th' Warre A paine that onely seemes to seeke out danger I' th' name of Fame and Honor which dyes i' th' search And hath as oft a sland'rous Epitaph As Record of faire Act. Nay many times Doth ill deserue by doing well what 's worse Must curt'sie at the Censure Oh Boyes this Storie The World may reade in me My bodie 's mark'd With Roman Swords and my report was once First with the best of Note Cymbeline lou'd me And when a Souldier was the Theame my name Was not farre off then was I as a Tree Whose boughes did bend with fruit But in one night A Storme or Robbery call it what you will Shooke downe my mellow hangings nay my Leaues And left me bare to weather Gui. Vncertaine fauour Bel. My fault being nothing as I haue told you oft But that two Villaines whose false Oathes preuayl'd Before my perfect Honor swore to Cymbeline I was Confederate with the Romanes so Followed my Banishment and this twenty yeeres This Rocke and these Demesnes haue bene my World Where I haue liu'd at honest freedome payed More pious debts to Heauen then in all The fore-end of my time But vp to ' th' Mountaines This is not Hunters Language he that strikes The Venison first shall be the Lord o' th' Feast To him the other two shall minister And we will feare no poyson which attends In place of greater State I le meete you in the Valleyes Exeunt How hard it is to hide the sparkes of Nature These Boyes know little they are Sonnes to ' th' King Nor Cymbeline dreames that they are aliue They thinke they are mine And though train'd vp thus meanely I' th' Caue whereon the Bowe their thoughts do hit The Roofes of Palaces and Nature prompts them In simple and lowe things to Prince it much Beyond the tricke of others This Paladour The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine who The King his Father call'd Guiderius Ioue When on my three-foot stoole I sit and tell The warlike feats I haue done his spirits flye out Into my Story say thus mine Enemy fell And thus I set my foote on 's necke euen then The Princely blood flowes in his Cheeke he sweats Straines his yong Nerues and puts himselfe in posture That acts my words The yonger Brother Cadwall Once Aruiragus in as like a figure Strikes life into my speech and shewes much more His owne conceyuing Hearke the Game is rows'd Oh Cymbeline Heauen and my Conscience knowes Thou didd'st vniustly banish me whereon At three and two yeeres old I stole these Babes Thinking to barre thee of Succession as Thou refts me of my Lands Euriphile Thou was 't their Nurse they took thee for their mother And euery day do honor to her graue My selfe Belarius that am Mergan call'd They take for Naturall Father The Game is vp Exit Scena Quarta Enter Pisanio and Imogen Imo. Thou told'st me when we came froÌ„ horse y e place Was neere at hand Ne're long'd my Mother so To see me first as I haue now Pisanio Man Where is Posthumus What is in thy mind That makes thee stare thus Wherefore breaks that sigh From th' inward of thee One but painted thus Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd Beyond selfe-explication Put thy selfe Into a hauiour of lesse feare ere wildnesse Vanquish my stayder Senses What 's the matter Why tender'st thou that Paper to me with A looke vntender If 't be Summer Newes Smile too 't before if Winterly thou need'st But keepe that count'nance stil My Husbands hand That Drug-damn'd Italy hath out-craftied him And hee 's at some hard point Speake man thy Tongue May take off some extreamitie which to reade Would be euen mortall to me Pis Please you reade And you shall finde me wretched man a thing The most disdain'd of Fortune Imogen reades THy Mistris Pisanio hath plaide the Strumpet in my Bed the Testimonies whereof lyes bleeding in me I speak not out of weake Surmises but from proofe as strong as my greefe and as certaine as I expect my Reuenge Th◠〈◊〉 thou Pisanio must acte for me if thy Faith be not tainted with the breach of hers let thine owne hands take away her life I shall giue thee opportunity at Milford Hauen She hath my Letter for the purpose where if thou feare to strike and to make mee certaine it is done thou art the Pander to her dishonour and equally to me disloyall Pâ—s What shall I need to draw my Sword the Paper Hath cut her throat alreadie No 't is Slander Whose edge is sharper then the Sword whose tongue Out-venomes all the Wormes of Nyle whose breath Rides on the posting windes and doth belye All corners of the World Kings Queenes and States Maides Matrons nay the Secrets of the Graue This viperous slander enters What cheere Madam Imo. False to his Bed What is it to be false To lye in watch there and to thinke on him To weepe 'twixt clock and clock If sleep charge Nature To breake it with a fearfull dreame of him And cry my selfe awake That 's false to 's bed Is it Pisa Alas good Lady Imo. I false Thy Conscience witnesse Iachimo Thou didd'st accuse him of Incontinencie Thou then look'dst like a Villaine now me thinkes Thy fauours good enough Some Iay of Italy Whose mother was her painting hath betraid him Poore I am stale a Garment out of fashion And for I am richer then to hang by th' walles I must be ript To peeces with me Oh! Mens Vowes are womens Traitors All good seeming By thy reuolt oâ— Husband shall
spoke ere this looke downe you gods And on this couple drop a blessed crowne For it is you that haue chalk'd forth the way Which brought vs hither Alo. I say Amen Gonzallo Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine that his Issue Should become Kings of Naples O reioyce Beyond a common ioy and set it downe With gold on lasting Pillers In one voyage Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis And Ferdinand her brother found a wife Where he himselfe was lost Prospero his Dukedome In a poore Isle and all of vs our selues When no man was his owne Alo. Giue me your hands Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you ioy Gon. Be it so Amen Enter Ariell with the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following O looke Sir looke Sir here is more of vs I prophesi'd if a Gallowes were on Land This fellow could not drowne Now blasphemy That swear'st Grace ore-boord not an oath on shore Hast thou no mouth by land What is the newes Bot. The best newes is that we haue safely found Our King and company The next our Ship Which but three glasses since we gaue out split Is tyte and yare and brauely rig'd as when We first put out to Sea Ar. Sir all this seruice Haue I done since I went Pro. My tricksey Spirit Alo. These are not naturall euens they strengthen From strange to stranger say how came you hither Bot. If I did thinke Sir I were well awake I 'ld striue to tell you we were dead of sleepe And how we know not all clapt vnder hatches Where but euen now with strange and seuerall noyses Of roring shreeking howling gingling chaines And mo diuersitie of sounds all horrible We were awak'd straight way at liberty Where we in all our trim freshly beheld Our royall good and gallant Ship our Master Capring to eye her on a trice so please you Euen in a dreame were we diuided from them And were brought moaping hither Ar. Was 't well done Pro. Brauely my diligence thou shalt be free Alo. This is as strange a Maze as ere men trod And there is in this businesse more then nature Was euer conduct of some Oracle Must rectifie our knowledge Pro. Sir my Leige Doe not infest your minde with beating on The strangenesse of this businesse at pickt leisure Which shall be shortly single I 'le resolue you Which to you shall seeme probable of euery These happend accidents till when be cheerefull And thinke of each thing well Come hither Spirit Set Caliban and his companions free Vntye the Spell How fares my gracious Sir There are yet missing of your Companie Some few odde Lads that you remember not Enter Ariell driuing in Caliban Stephano and Trinculo in their stolne Apparell Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest and let No man take care for himselfe for all is But fortune Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head here 's a goodly sight Cal. O Setebos these be braue Spirits indeede How fine my Master is I am afraid He will chastise me Seb. Ha ha What things are these my Lord Anthonio Will money buy em Ant. Very like one of them Is a plaine Fish and no doubt marketable Pro. Marke but the badges of these men my Lords Then say if they be true This mishapen knaue His Mother was a Witch and one so strong That could controle the Moone make flowes and ebâ— And deale in her command without her power These three haue robd me and this demy-diuell For he 's a bastard one had plotted with them To take my life two of these Fellowes you Must know and owne this Thing of darkenesse I Acknowledge mine Cal. I shall be pincht to death Alo. Is not this Stephano my drunken Butler Seb. He is drunke now Where had he wine Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded ' em How cam'st thou in this pickle Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last That I feare me will neuer out of my bones I shall not feare fly-blowing Seb. Who how now Stephano Ste. O touch me not I am not Stephano but a Cramp Pro. You 'ld be King o' the Isle Sirha Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners As in his shape Goe Sirha to my Cell Take with you your Companions as you looke To haue my pardon trim it handsomely Cal. I that I will and I le be wise hereafter And seeke for grace what a thrice double Asse Was I to take this drunkard for a god And worship this dull foole Pro. Goe to away Alo. Hence and bestow your luggage where you found it Seb. Or stole it rather Pro. Sir I inuite your Highnesse and your traine To my poore Cell where you shall take your rest For this one night which part of it I le waste With such discourse as I not doubt shall make it Goe quicke away The story of my life And the particular accidents gon by Since I came to this Isle And in the morne I 'le bring you to your ship and so to Naples Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall Of these our deere-belou'd solemnized And thence retire me to my Millaine where Euery third thought shall be my graue Alo. I long To heare the story of your life which must Take the eare starngely Pro. I 'le deliuer all And promise you calme Seas auspicious gales And saile so expeditious that shall catch Your Royall fleete farre off My Ariel chicke That is thy charge Then to the Elements Be free and fare thou well please you draw neere Exeunt omnes EPILOGVE spoken by Prospero NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne And what strength I haue's mine owne Which is most faint now 't is true I must be heere confinde by you Or sent to Naples Let me not Since I haue my Dukedome got And pardon'd the deceiuer dwell In this bare Island by your Spell But release me from my bands With the helpe of your good hands Gentle breath of yours my Sailes Must fill or else my proiect failes Which was to please Now I want Spirits to enforce Art to inchant And my ending is despaire Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy it selfe and frees all faults As you from crimes would pardon'd be Let your Indulgence set me free Exit The Scene an vn-inhabited Island Names of the Actors Alonso K. of Naples Sebastian his Brother Prospero the right Duke of Millaine Anthonio his brother the vsurping Duke of Millaine Ferdinand Son to the King of Naples Gonzalo an honest old Councellor Adrian Francisco Lords Caliban a saluage and deformed slaue Trinculo a Iester Stephano a drunken Butler Master of a Ship Boate-Swaine Marriners Miranda daughter to Prospero Ariell an ayrie spirit Iris Spirits Ceres Spirits Iuno Spirits