I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
that dayes celebration When I shall thinke or Phoebus Steeds are founderd Or Night kept chain'd below Pro. Fairely spoke Sit then and talke with her she is thine owne What Ariell my industrious seruāt Ariell Enter Ariell Ar. What would my potent master here I am Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellowes your last seruice Did worthily performe and I must vse you In such another tricke goe bring the rabble Ore whom I giue thee powre here to this place Incite them to quicke motion for I must Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple Some vanity of mine Art it is my promise And they expect it from me Ar. Presently Pro. I with a twincke Ar. Before you can say come and goe And breathe twice and cry so so Each one tripping on his Toe Will be here with mop and mowe Doe you loue me Master no Pro. Dearely my delicate Ariell doe not approach Till thou do'st heare me call Ar. Well I conceiue Exit Pro. Looke thou be true doe not giue dalliance Too much the raigne the strongest oathes are straw To th' fire i th' blood be more abstenious Or else good night your vow Fer. I warrant you Sir The white cold virgin Snow vpon my heart Abates the ardour of my Liuer Pro. Well Now come my Ariell bring a Corolary Rather then want a Spirit appear pertly Soft musick No tongue all eyes be silent Enter Iris. Ir. Ceres most bounteous Lady thy rich Leas Of Wheate Rye Barley Fetches Oates and Pease Thy Turphie-Mountaines where liue nibling Sheepe And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer them to keepe Thy bankes with pioned and twilled brims Which spungie Aprill at thy hest betrims To make cold Nymphes chast crownes thy broome-groues Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues Being lasse-lorne thy pole-clipt vineyard And thy Sea-marge stirrile and rockey-hard Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre the Queene o' th Skie Whose watry Arch and messenger am I. Bids thee leaue these with her soueraigne grace Iuno descends Here on this grasse-plot in this very place To come and sport here Peacocks flye amaine Approach rich Ceres her to entertaine Enter Ceres Cer. Haile many-coloured Messenger that nere Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter Who with thy saffron wings vpon my flowres Diffusest hony drops refreshing showres And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne My boskie acres and my vnshrubd downe Rich scarph to my proud earth why hath thy Queene Summond me hither to this short gras'd Greene Ir. A contract of true Loue to celebrate And some donation freely to estate On the bles'd Louers Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe If Venus or her Sonne as thou do'st know Doe now attend the Queene since they did plot The meanes that duskie Dis my daughter got Her and her blind-Boyes scandald company I haue forsworne Ir. Of her societie Be not afraid I met her deitie Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her Son Doue-drawn with her here thought they to haue done Some wanton charme vpon this Man and Maide Whose vowes are that no bed-right shall be paid Till Hymens Torch be lighted but in vaine Marses hot Minion is returnd againe Her waspish headed sonne has broke his arrowes Swears he will shoote no more but play with Sparrows And be a Boy right out Cer. Highest Queene of State Great Iuno comes I know her by her gate Iu. How do's my bounteous sister goe with me To blesse this twaine that they may prosperous be And honourd in their Issue They Sing Iu. Honor riches marriage blessing Long continuance and encreasing Hourely ioyes be still vpon you Iuno sings her blessings on you Earths increase foyzon plentie Barnes and Garners neuer empty Vines with clustring bunches growing Plants wtth goodly burthen bowing Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of Haruest Scarcity and want shall shun you Ceres blessing so is on you Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision and Harmonious charmingly may I be bold To thinke these spirits Pro. Spirits which by mine Art I haue from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies Fer. Let me liue here euer So rare a wondred Father and a wise Makes this place Paradise Pro. Sweet now silence Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously There 's something else to doe hush and be mute Or else our spell is mar'd Iuno and Ceres whisper and send Iris on employment Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y e windring brooks With your sedg'd crownes and euer-harmelesse lookes Leaue your crispe channels and on this greene-Land Answere your summons Iuno do's command Come temperate Nimphes and helpe to celebrate A Contract of true Loue be not too late Enter Certaine Nimphes You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary Come hether from the furrow and be merry Make holly day your Rye-straw hats put on And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one In Country footing Enter certaine Reapers properly habited they ioyne with the Nimphes in a gracefull dance towards the end whereof Prospero starts sodainly and speakes after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse they heauily vanish Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy Of the beast Calliban and his confederates Against my life the minute of their plot Is almost come Well done auoid no more Fer. This is strange your fathers in some passion That workes him strongly Mir. Neuer till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd Pro. You doe looke my son in a mou'd sort As if you were dismaid be cheerefull Sir Our Reuels now are ended These our actors As I foretold you were all Spirits and Are melted into Ayre into thin Ayre And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision The Clowd-capt Towres the gorgeous Pallaces The solemne Temples the great Globe it selfe Yea all which it inherit shall dissolue And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded Leaue not a racke behinde we are such stuffe As dreames are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleepe Sir I am vext Beare with my weakenesse my old braine is troubled Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie If you be pleas'd retire into my Cell And there repose a turne or two I le walke To still my beating minde Fer. Mir. We wish your peace Exit Pro. Come with a thought I thank thee Ariell come Enter Ariell Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to what 's thy pleasure Pro. Spirit We must prepare to meet with Caliban Ar. I my Commander when I presented Ceres I thought to haue told thee of it but I fear'd Least I might anger thee Pro. Say again where didst thou leaue these varlots Ar. I told you Sir they were red-hot with drinking So full of valour that they smote the ayre For breathing in their faces beate the ground For kissing of their feete yet alwaies bending Towards their proiect then I beate my Tabor At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares Aduanc'd their eye-lids lifted vp their noses As they smelt musicke so I charm'd their eares That Calfe-like they my lowing follow'd
thou neuer saw'st good maners then thy manners must be wicked and wickednes is sin and sinne is damnation Thou art in a parlous state shepheard Cor. Not a whit Touchstone those that are good maners at the Court are as ridiculous in the Countrey as the behauiour of the Countrie is most mockeable at the Court You told me you salute not at the Court but you kisse your hands that courtesie would be vncleanlie if Courtiers were shepheards Clo. Instance briefly come instance Cor. Why we are still handling our Ewes and their Fels you know are greasie Clo. Why do not your Courtiers hands sweate and is not the grease of a Mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man Shallow shallow A better instance I say Come Cor. Besides our hands are hard Clo. Your lips wil feele them the sooner Shallow agen a more sounder instance come Cor. And they are often tarr'd ouer with the surgery of our sheepe and would you haue vs kisse Tarre The Courtiers hands are perfum'd with Ciuet. Clo. Most shallow man Thou wormes meate in respect of a good peece of flesh indeed learne of the wise and perpend Ciuet is of a baser birth then Tarre the verie vncleanly fluxe of a Cat. Mend the instance Shepheard Cor. You haue too Courtly a wit for me I le rest Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd God helpe thee shallow man God make incision in thee thou art raw Cor. Sir I am a true Labourer I earne that I eate get that I weare owe no man hate enuie no mans happinesse glad of other mens good content with my harme and the greatest of my pride is to see my Ewes graze my Lambes sucke Clo. That is another simple sinne in you to bring the Ewes and the Rammes together and to offer to get your liuing by the copulation of Cattle to be baw'd to a Belweather and to betray a shee-Lambe of a tweluemonth to a crooked-pated olde Cuckoldly Ramme out of all reasonable match If thou bee'st not damn'd for this the diuell himselfe will haue no shepherds I cannot see else how thou shouldst scape Cor. Heere comes yong M r Ganimed my new Mistrisses Brother Enter Rosalind Ros From the east to westerne Iude no iewel is like Rosalinde Hir worth being mounted on the winde through all the world beares Rosalinde All the pictures fairest Linde are but blacke to Rosalinde Let no face bee kept in mind but the faire of Rosalinde Clo. I le rime you so eight yeares together dinners and suppers and sleeping hours excepted it is the right Butter-womens ranke to Market Ros Out Foole. Clo. For a taste If a Hart doe lacke a Hinde Let him seeke out Rosalinde If the Cat will after kinde so be sure will Rosalinde Wintred garments must be linde so must slender Rosalinde They that reap must sheafe and binde then to cart with Rosalinde Sweetest nut bath sowrest rinde such a nut is Rosalinde He that sweetest rose will finde must finde Loues pricke Rosalinde This is the verie false gallop of Verses why doe you infect your selfe with them Ros Peace you dull folle I found them on a tree Clo. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite Ros I le graffe it with you and then I shall graffe it with a Medler then it will be the earliest fruit i' th country for you 'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe and that 's the right vertue of the Medler Clo. You haue said but whether wisely or no let the Forrest iudge Enter Celia with a writing Ros Peace here comes my sister reading stand a side Cel. Why should this Desert bee for it is vnpeopled Noe Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree that shall ciuill sayings shoe Some how briefe the Life of man runs his erring pilgrimage That the stretching of a span buckles in his summe of age Some of violated vowes twixt the soules of friend and friend But vpon the fairest bowes or at euerie sentence end Will I Rosalinda write teaching all that reade to know The quintessence of euerie sprite heauen would in little show Therefore heauen Nature charg'd that one bodie should be fill'd With all Graces wide enlarg'd nature presently distill'd Helens cheeke but not his heart Cleopatra's Maiestie Attalanta's better part sad Lucrecia's Modestie Thus Rosalinde of manie parts by Heauenly Synode was deuis'd Of manie faces eyes and hearts to haue the touches deerest pris'd Heauen would that shee these gifts should haue and I to liue and die her slaue Ros O most gentle Iupiter what tedious homilie of Loue haue you wearied your parishioners withall and neuer cri'de haue patience good people Cel. How now backe friends Shepheard go off a little go with him sirrah Cloâ— Come Shepheard let vs make an honorable retreit though not with bagge and baggage yet with scrip and scrippage Exit Cel. Didst thou heare these verses Ros O yes I heard them all and more too for some of them had in them more feete then the Verses would beare Cel. That 's no matter the feet might beare y e verses Ros I but the feet were lame and could not beare themselues without the verse and therefore stood lamely in the verse Cel. But didst thou heare without wondering how thy name should be hang'd and carued vpon these trees Ros I was seuen of the nine daies out of the wonder before you came for looke heere what I found on a Palme tree I was neuer so berim d since Pythagoras time that I was an Irish Rat which I can hardly remember Cel. Tro you who hath done this Ros Is it a man Cel. And a chaine that you once wore about his neck change you colour Ros I pre'thee who Cel. O Lord Lord it is a hard matter for friends to meete but Mountaines may bee remoou'd with Earthquakes and so encounter Ros Nay but who is it Cel. Is it possible Ros Nay I pre'thee now with most petitionary vehemence tell me who it is Cel. O wonderfull wonderfull and most wonderfull wonderfull and yet againe wonderful and after that out of all hooping Ros Good my complection dost thou think though I am caparison'd like a man I haue a doublet and hose in my disposition One inch of delay more is a South-sea of discouerie I pre'thee tell me who is it quickely and speake apace I would thou couldst stammer that thou might'st powre this conceal'd man out of thy mouth as Wine comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle either too much at once or none at all I pre'thee take the Corke out of thy mouth that I may drinke thy tydings Cel. So you may put a man in your belly Ros Is he of Gods making What manner of man Is his head worth a hat Or his chin worth a beard Cel. Nay he hath but a little beard Ros Why God will send more if the man will bee thankful let me stay the growth of his beard if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin Cel. It is yong Orlando that
it At Couentree vpon S. Lamberts day There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot attone you you shall see Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie Lord Marshall command our Officers at Armes Be readie to direct these home Alarmes Exeunt Scaena Secunda Enter Gaunt and Dutchesse of Gloâ—cester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Glousters blood Doth more solicite me then your exclaimes To stirre against the Butchers of his life But since correction lyeth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote Some of those seuen are dride by natures course Some of those branches by the destinies cut But Thomas my deere Lord my life my Glouster One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote Is crack'd and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leafes all vaded By Enuies hand and Murders bloody Axe Ah Gaunt His blood was thine that bed that wombe That mettle that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee Made him a man and though thou liu'st and breath'st Yet art thou slaine in him thou dost consent In some large measure to thy Fathers death In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye Who was the modell of thy Fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests What shall I say to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glousters death Gaunt Heauens is the quarrell for heauens substitute His Deputy annointed in his sight Hath caus'd his death the which if wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his Minister Dut. Where then alas may I complaint my selfe Gau. To heauen the widdowes Champion to defence Dut. Why then I will farewell old Gaunt Thou go'st to Couentrie there to behold Our Cosine Herford and fell Mowbray fight O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest Or if misfortune misse the first carreere Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists A Gaytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford Farewell old Gaunt thy sometimes brothers wife With her companion Greefe must end her life Gau. Sister farewell I must to Couentree As much good stay with thee as go with mee Dut. Yet one word more Greefe boundeth where it falls Not with the emptie hollownes but weight I take my leaue before I haue begun For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke Loe this is all nay yet depart not so Though this be all do not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him Oh what With all good speed at Plashie visit mee Alacke and what shall good old Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnish'd walles Vn-peopel'd Offices vntroden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therefore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and dye The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eye Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Marshall and Aumerle Mar. My L. Aumerle is Harry Herford arm'd Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet Au. Why then the Champions are prepar'd and stay For nothing but his Maiesties approach Flourish Enter King Gaunt Bushy Bagot Greene others Then Mowbray in Armor and Harrold Rich. Marshall demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes Aske him his name and orderly proceed To sweare him in the iustice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings say who y u art And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes Against what man thou com'st and what 's thy quarrell Speake truly on thy knighthood and thine oath As so defend thee heauen and thy valour Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray Duke of Norfolk Who hither comes engaged by my oath Which heauen defend a knight should violate Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God my King and his succeeding issue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mine arme To proue him in defending of my selfe A Traitor to my God my King and me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Tucket Enter Hereford and Harold Rich. Marshall Aske yonder Knight in Armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus placed in habiliments of warre And formerly according to our Law Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst y u hither Before King Richard in his Royall Lists Against whom com'st thou and what 's thy quarrell Speake like a true Knight so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Am I who ready heere do stand in Armes To proue by heauens grace and my bodies valour In Lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke That he 's a Traitor foule and dangerous To God of heauen King Richard and to me And as I truly fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes Except the Marshall and such Officers Appointed to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Marshall let me kisse my Soueraigns hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And loâ—ing farwell of our seuerall friends Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue Rich. We will descend and fold him in our armes Cosin of Herford as thy cause is iust So be thy fortune in this Royall fight Farewell my blood which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge thee dead Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare For me if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My louing Lord I take my leaue of you Of you my Noble Cosin Lord Aumerle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lustie yong and cheerely drawing breath Loe as at English Feasts so I regreete The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthy
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie Card. The Commons hast thou rackt the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions Som. Thy sumptuous Buildings and thy Wiues Attyre Haue cost a masse of publique Treasurie Buck. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors hath exceeded Law And left thee to the mercy of the Law Queene Thy sale of Offices and Townes in France If they were knowne as the suspect is great Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head Exit Humfrey Giue me my Fanne what Mynion can ye not She giues the Duchesse a box on the care I cry you mercy Madame was it you Duch. Was 't I yea I it was prowd French-woman Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles I could set my ten Commandements in your face King Sweet Aunt be quiet 't was against her will Duch. Against her will good King looke to 't in time Shee 'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby Though in this place most Master weare no Breeches She shall not strike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd Exit Elianor Buck. Lord Cardinall I will follow Elianor And listen after Humfrey how he proceedes Shee 's tickled now her Fume needs no spurres Shee 'le gallop farre enough to her destruction Exit Buckingham Enter Humfrey Humf. Now Lords my Choller being ouer-blowne With walking once about the Quadrangle I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres As for your spightfull false Obiections Proue them and I lye open to the Law But God in mercie so deale with my Soule As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey But to the matter that we haue in hand I say my Soueraigne Yorke is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realme of France Suff. Before we make election giue me leaue To shew some reason of no little force That Yorke is most vnmeet of any man Yorke I le tell thee Suffolke why I am vnmeet First for I cannot flatter thee in Pride Next if I be appointed for the Place My Lord of Somerset will keepe me here Without Discharge Money or Furniture Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands Last time I danc't attendance on his will Till Paris was besieg'd famisht and lost Warw. That can I witnesse and a fouler fact Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit Suff. Peace head-strong Warwicke Warw. Image of Pride why should I hold my peace Enter Armorer and his Man Suff. Because here is a man accused of Treason Pray God the Duke of Yorke excuse himselfe Yorke Doth any one accuse Yorke for a Traytor King What mean'st thou Suffolke tell me what are these Suff. Please it your Maiestie this is the man That doth accuse his Master of High Treason His words were these That Richard Duke of Yorke Was rightfull Heire vnto the English Crowne And that your Maiestie was an Vsurper King Say man were these thy words Armorer And 't shall please your Maiestie I neuer sayd nor thought any such matter God is my witnesse I am falsely accus'd by the Villaine Peter By these tenne bones my Lords hee did speake them to me in the Garret one Night as wee were scowring my Lord of Yorkes Armor Yorke Base Dunghill Villaine and Mechanicall I le haue thy Head for this thy Traytors speech I doe beseech your Royall Maiestie Let him haue all the rigor of the Law Armorer Alas my Lord hang me if euer I spake the words my accuser is my Prentice and when I did correct him for his fault the other day he did vow vpon his knees he would be euen with me I haue good witnesse of this therefore I beseech your Maiestie doe not cast away an honest man for a Villaines accusation King Vnckle what shall we say to this in law Humf. This doome my Lord if I may iudge Let Somerset be Regent o're the French Because in Yorke this breedes suspition And let these haue a day appointed them For single Combat in conuenient place For he hath witnesse of his seruants malice This is the Law and this Duke Humfreyes doome Som. I humbly thanke your Royall Maiestie Armorer And I accept the Combat willingly Peter Alas my Lord I cannot fight for Gods sake pitty my case the spight of man preuayleth against me O Lord haue mercy vpon me I shall neuer be able to fight a blow O Lord my heart Humf. Sirrha or you must fight or else be hang'd King Away with them to Prison and the day of Combat shall be the last of the next moneth Come Somerset wee 'le see thee sent away Flourish Exeunt Enter the Witch the two Priests and Bullingbrooke Hume Come my Masters the Duchesse I tell you expects performance of your promises Bulling Master Hume we are therefore prouided will her Ladyship behold and heare our Exorcismes Hume I what else feare you not her courage Bulling I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of an inuincible spirit but it shall be conuenient Master Hume that you be by her aloft while wee be busie below and so I pray you goe in Gods Name and leaue vs. Exit Hume Mother Iordan be you prostrate and grouell on the Earth Iohn Southwell reade you and let vs to our worke Enter Elianor aloft Elianor Well said my Masters and welcome all To this geere the sooner the better Bullin Patience good Lady Wizards know their times Deepe Night darke Night the silent of the Night The time of Night when Troy was set on fire The time when Screech-owles cry and Bandogs howle And Spirits walke and Ghosts breake vp their Graues That time best fits the worke we haue in hand Madame sit you and feare not whom wee rayse Wee will make fast within a hallow'd Verge Here doe the Ceremonies belonging and make the Circle Bullingbrooke or Southwell reades Coniuro te c. It Thunders and Lightens terribly then the Spirit riseth Spirit Ad sum Witch Asmath by the eternall God Whose name and power thou tremblest at Answere that I shall aske for till thou speake Thou shalt not passe from hence Spirit Aske what thou wilt that I had sayd and done Bulling First of the King What shall of him become Spirit The Duke yet liues that Henry shall depose But him out-liue and dye a violent death Bulling What fates await the Duke of Suffolke Spirit By Water shall he dye and take his end Bulling What shall befall the Duke of Somerset Spirit Let him shun Castles Safer shall he be vpon the sandie Plaines Then where Castles mounted stand Haue done for more I hardly can endure Bulling Discend to Darknesse and the burning Lake False Fiend auoide Thunder and Lightning Exit Spirit Enter the Duke of Yorke and the Duke of Buckingham with their Guard and breake in Yorke Lay hands vpon these Traytors and their trash Beldam I thinke we watcht you at an ynch What Madame are you there the King Commonweale Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines My Lord Protector will I doubt it not See you
boote because both they Matcht not the high perfection of my losse Thy Clarence he is dead that stab'd my Edward And the beholders of this franticke play Th' adulterate Hastings Riuers Vaughan Gray Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues Richard yet liues Hels blacke Intelligencer Onely reseru'd their Factor to buy soules And send them thither But at hand at hand Insues his pittious and vnpittied end Earth gapes Hell burnes Fiends roare Saints pray To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence Cancell his bond of life deere God I pray That I may liue and say The Dogge is dead Qu. O thou did'st prophesie the time would come That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse That bottel'd Spider that foule bunch-back'd Toad Mar. I call'd thee then vaine flourish of my fortune I call'd thee then poore Shadow painted Queen The presentation of but what I was The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant One heau'd a high to be hurl'd downe below A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes A dreame of what thou wast a garish Flagge To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot A signe of Dignity a Breath a Bubble A Queene in ieast onely to fill the Scene Where is thy Husband now Where be thy Brothers Where be thy two Sonnes Wherein dost thou Ioy Who sues and kneeles and sayes God saue the Queene Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee Decline all this and see what now thou art For happy Wife a most distressed Widdow For ioyfull Mother one that wailes the name For one being sued too one that humbly sues For Queene a very Caytiffe crown'd with care For she that scorn'd at me now scorn'd of me For she being feared of all now fearing one For she commanding all obey'd of none Thus hath the course of Iustice whirl'd about And left thee but a very prey to time Hauing no more but Thought of what thou wast To torture thee the more being what thou art Thou didst vsurpe my place and dost thou not Vsurpe the iust proportion of my Sorrow Now thy proud Necke beares halfe my burthen'd yoke From which euen heere I slip my wearied head And leaue the burthen of it all on thee Farwell Yorkes wife and Queene of sad mischance These English woes shall make me smile in France Qu. O thou well skill'd in Curses stay a-while And teach me how to curse mine enemies Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night and fast the day Compare dead happinesse with liuing woe Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were And he that slew them fowler then he is Bett'ring thy losse makes the bad causer worse Reuoluing this will teach thee how to Curse Qu. My words are dull O quicken them with thine Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe And pierce like mine Exit Margaret Dut. Why should calamity be full of words Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes Poore breathing Orators of miseries Let them haue scope though what they will impart Helpe nothing els yet do they ease the hart Dut. If so then be not Tongue-ty'd go with me And in the breath of bitter words let 's smother My damned Son that thy two sweet Sonnes smother'd The Trumpet sounds be copious in exclaimes Enter King Richard and his Traine Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition Dut. O she that might haue intercepted thee By strangling thee in her accursed wombe From all the slaughters Wretch that thou hast done Qu. Hid'st thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne Where 't should be branded if that right were right The slaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes and Brothers Tell me thou Villaine-flaue where are my Children Dut. Thou Toad thou Toade Where is thy Brother Clarence And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers Vaughan Gray Dut. Where is kinde Hastings Rich. A flourish Trumpets strike Alarum Drummes Let not the Heauens heare these Tell-tale women Raile on the Lords Annointed Strike I say Flourish Alarums Either be patient and intreat me fayre Or with the clamorous report of Warre Thus will I drowne your exclamations Dut. Art thou my Sonne Rich. I I thanke God my Father and your selfe Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience Rich. Madam I haue a touch of your condition That cannot brooke the accent of reproofe Dut. O let me speake Rich. Do then but I le not heare Dut I will be milde and gentle in my words Rich. And breefe good Mother for I am in hast Dut. Art thou so hasty I haue staid for thee God knowes in torment and in agony Rich. And came I not at last to comfort you Dut. No by the holy Rood thou know'st it well Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my Hell A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie Thy School-daies frightfull desp'rate wilde and furious Thy prime of Manhood daring bold and venturous Thy Age confirm'd proud subtle slye and bloody More milde but yet more harmfull Kinde in hatred What comfortable houre canst thou name That euer grac'd me with thy company Rich. Faith none but Humfrey Hower That call'd your Grace To Breakefast once forth of my company If I be so disgracious in your eye Let me march on and not offend you Madam Strike vp the Drumme Dut. I prythee heare me speake Rich. You speake too bitterly Dut. Heare me a word For I shall neuer speake to thee againe Rich. So. Dut. Either thou wilt dye by Gods iust ordinance Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish And neuer more behold thy face againe Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st My Prayers on the aduerse party fight And there the little soules of Edwards Children Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies And promise them Successe and Victory Bloody thou art bloody will be thy end Shame serues thy life and doth thy death attend Exit Qu. Though far more cause yet much lesse spirit to curse Abides in me I say Amen to her Rich. Stay Madam I must talke a word with you Qu. I haue no more sonnes of the Royall Blood For thee to slaughter For my Daughters Richard They shall be praying Nunnes not weeping Queenes And therefore leuell not to hit their liues Rich. You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth Vertuous and Faire Royall and Gracious Qu. And must she dye for this O let her liue And I le corrupt her Manners staine her Beauty Slander my Selfe as false to Edwards bed Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy So she may liue vnscarr'd of bleeding slaughter I will confesse she was not Edwards daughter Rich. Wrong not her Byrth she is a Royall Princesse Qu. To saue her life I le say she is not so Rich. Her life is
loue still more For O loues Bow Shootes Bucke and Doe The Shaft confounds not that it wounds But tickles still the sore These Louers cry oh ho they dye Yet that which seemes the wound to kill Doth turne oh ho to ha ha he So dying loue liues still O ho a while but ha ha ha O ho grones out for ha ha ha hey ho. Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose Par. He eates nothing but doues loue and that breeds hot bloud and hot bloud begets hot thoughts and hot thoughts beget hot deedes and hot deedes is loue Pan. Is this the generation of loue Hot bloud hot thoughts and hot deedes why they are Vipers is Loue a generation of Vipers Sweete Lord whose a field to day Par. Hector Deiphoebus Helenus Anthenor and all the gallantry of Troy I would faine haue arm'd to day but my Nell would not haue it so How chance my brother Troylus went not Hel. He hangs the lippe at something you know all Lord Pandarus Pan. Not I hony sweete Queene I long to heare how they sped to day You le remember your brothers excuse Par. To a hayre Pan. Farewell sweete Queene Hel. Commend me to your Neece Pan. I will sweete Queene Sound a retreat Par. They 're come from fielde let vs to Priams Hall To greete the Warriors Sweet Hellen I must woe you To helpe vnarme our Hector his stubborne Buckles With these your white enchanting fingers toucht Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele Or force of Greekish sinewes you shall doe more Then all the Iland Kings disarme great Hector Hel. 'T will make vs proud to be his seruant Paris Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duetie Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue Yea ouershines our selfe Sweete aboue thought I loue thee Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man Pan. How now where 's thy Maister at my Couzen Cressidas Man No sir he stayes for you to conduct him thither Enter Troylus Pan. O here he comes How now how now Troy Sirra walke off Pan. Haue you seene my Cousin Troy No Pandarus I stalke about her doore Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes Staying for waftage O be thou my Charon And giue me swift transportance to those fields Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds Propos'd for the deseruer O gentle Pandarus From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings And flye with me to Cressid Pan. Walke here i th' Orchard I le bring her straight Exit Pandarus Troy I am giddy expectation whirles me round Th' imaginary relish is so sweete That it inchants my sence what will it be When that the watry pallats taste indeede Loues thrice reputed Nectar Death I feare me Sounding distruction or some ioy too fine Too subtile potent and too sharpe in sweetnesse For the capacitie of my ruder powers I feare it much and I doe feare besides That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes As doth a battaile when they charge on heapes The enemy flying Enter Pandarus Pan. Shee 's making her ready shee le come straight you must be witty now she does so blush fetches her winde so short as if she were fraid with a sprite I le fetch her it is the prettiest villaine she fetches her breath so short as a new tane Sparrow Exit Pandâ— Troy Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse And all my powers doe their bestowing loose Like vassâ—lage at vnawares encountring The eye of Maiestie Enter Pandarus and Cressida Pan. Come come what neede you blush Shames a babie here she is now sweare the oathes now to her that you haue sworne to me What are you gone againe you must be watcht ere you be made tame must you come your wayes come your wayes and you draw backward wee le put you i' th fils why doe you not speak to her Come draw this curtaine let 's see your picture Alasse the day how loath you are to offend day light and 't were darke you 'ld close sooner So so rub on and kisse the mistresse how now a kisse in fee-farme build there Carpenter the ayre is sweete Nay you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you The Faulcon as the Tercell for all the Ducks i th Riuer go too go too Troy You haue bereft me of all words Lady Pan. Words pay no debts giue her deedes but shee le bereaue you ' o th' deeds too if shee call your actiuity in question what billing againe here 's in witnesse whereof the Parties interchangeably Come in come in I le go get a fire Cres Will you walke in my Lord Troy O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus Cres Wisht my Lord the gods grant O my Lord. Troy What should they grant what makes this pretty abruption what too curious dreg espies my sweete Lady in the fountaine of our loue Cres More dregs then water if my eares haue eyes Troy Feares make diuels of Cherubins they neuer see truely Cres Blinde feare that seeing reason leads findes safe footing then blinde reason stumbling without feare to feare the worst oft cures the worse Troy Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster Cres Not nothing monstrous neither Troy Nothing but our vndertakings when we vowe to weepe seas liue in fire eate rockes tame Tygers thinking it harder for our Mistresse to deuise imposition inough then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie imposed This is the monstruositie in loue Lady that the will is infinite and the execution confin'd that the desire is boundlesse and the act a slaue to limit Cres They say all Louers sweare more performance then they are able and yet reserue an ability that they neuer performe vowing more then the perfection of ten and discharging lesse then the tenth part of one They that haue the voyce of Lyons and the act of Hares are they not Monsters Troy Are there such such are not we Praise vs as we are tasted allow vs as we proue our head shall goe bare till merit crowne it no perfection in reuersion shall haue a praise in present wee will not name desert before his birth and being borne his addition shall be humble few words to faire faith Troylus shall be such to Cressid as what enuie can say worst shall be a mocke for his truth and what truth can speake truest not truer then Troylus Cres Will you walke in my Lord Enter Pandarus Pan. What blushing still haue you not done talking yet Cres Well Vnckle what folly I commit I dedicate to you Pan. I thanke you for that if my Lord get a Boy of you you le giue him me be true to my Lord if he flinch chide me for it Tro. You know now your hostages your Vnckles word and my firme faith Pan. Nay I le giue my word for her too our kindred though they be long ere they are wooed they are constant being
our drinke Pom. Let 's ha't good Souldier Ant. Come let 's all take hands Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense In soft and delicate Lethe Eno. All take hands Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke The while I le place you then the Boy shall sing The holding euery man shall beate as loud As his strong sides can volly Musicke Playes Enobarbus places them hand in hand The Song Come thou Monarch of the Vine Plumpie Bacchus with pinke eyne In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd Cup vs till the world go round Cup vs till the world go round Caesar What would you more Pompey goodnight Good Brother Let me request you of our grauer businesse Frownes at this leuitie Gentle Lords let 's part You see we haue burnt our cheekes Strong Enobarbe Is weaker then the Wine and mine owne tongue Spleet's what it speakes the wilde disguise hath almost Antickt vs all What needs more words goodnight Good Anthony your hand Pom. I le try you on the shore Anth. And shall Sir giues your hand Pom. Oh Anthony you haue my Father house But what we are Friends Come downe into the Boate. Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas I le not on shore No to my Cabin these Drummes These Trumpets Flutes what Let Neptune heare we bid aloud farewell To these great Fellowes Sound and be hang'd sound out Sound a Flourish with Drummes Enor Hoo saies a there 's my Cap. Men. Hoa Noble Captaine come Exeunt Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph the dead body of Pacorus borne before him Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me reuenger Beare the Kings Sonnes body Before our Army thy Pacorus Orades Paies this for Marcus Crassus Romaine Noble Ventidius Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme The Fugitiue Parthians follow Spurre through Media Mesapotamia and the shelters whether The routed flie So thy grand Captaine Anthony Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots and Put Garlands on thy head Ven. Oh Sillius Sillius I haue done enough A lower place note well May make too great an act For learne this Sillius Better to leaue vndone then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame when him we serues away Caesar and Anthony haue euer wonne More in their officer then person Sossius One of my place in Syria his Lieutenant For quicke accumulation of renowne Which he atchiu'd by ' th' minute lost his fauour Who does i' th' Warres more then his Captaine can Becomes his Captaines Captaine and Ambition The Souldiers vertue rather makes choise of losse Then gaine which darkens him I could do more to do Anthonius good But 't would offend him And in his offence Should my performance perish Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction thou wilt write to Anthony Ven. I le humbly signifie what in his name That magicall word of Warre we haue effected How with his Banners and his well paid ranks The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia We haue iaded out o' th' Field Rom. Where is he now Ven. He purposeth to Athens whither with what hast The waight we must conuay with 's will permit We shall appeare before him On there passe along Exeunt Enter Agrippa at one doore Enobarbus at another Agri. What are the Brothers parted Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey he is gone The other three are Sealing Octauia weepes To part from Rome Caesar is sad and Lepidus Since Pompey's feast as Menas saies is troubled With the Greene-Sicknesse Agri. 'T is a Noble Lepidus Eno. A very fine one oh how he loues Caesar Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony Eno. Caesar why he 's the Iupiter of men Ant. What 's Anthony the God of Iupiter Eno. Spake you of Caesar How the non-pareill Agri. Oh Anthony oh thou Arabian Bird Eno. Would you praise Caesar say Caesar go no further Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises Eno. But he loues Caesar best yet he loues Anthony Hoo Hearts Tongues Figure Scribes Bards Poets cannot Thinke speake cast write sing number hoo His loue to Anthony But as for Caesar Kneele downe kneele downe and wonder Agri. Both he loues Eno. They are his Shards and he their Beetle so This is to horse Adieu Noble Agrippa Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier and farewell Enter Caesar Anthony Lepidus and Octauia Antho. No further Sir Caesar You take from me a great part of my selfe Vse me well in 't Sister proue such a wife As my thoughts make thee and as my farthest Band Shall passe on thy approofe most Noble Anthony Let not the peece of Vertue which is set Betwixt vs as the Cyment of our loue To keepe it builded be the Ramme to batter The Fortresse of it for better might we Haue lou'd without this meane if on both parts This be not cherisht Ant. Make me not offended in your distrust Caesar I haue said Ant. You shall not finde Though you be therein curious the lest cause For what you seeme to feare so the Gods keepe you And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends We will heere part Caesar Farewell my deerest Sister fare thee well The Elements be kind to thee and make Thy spirits all of comfort fare thee well Octa. My Noble Brother Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes it is Loues spring And these the showers to bring it on be cheerfull Octa. Sir looke well to my Husbands house and Caesar What Octauia Octa. I le tell you in your eare Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart nor can Her â—eart informe her tongue The Swannes downe feather That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide And neither way inclines Eno. Will Caesar weepe Agr. He ha's a cloud in 's face Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse so is he being aâ—man Agri. Why Enobarbus When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead He cried almost to roaring And he wept When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine Eno. That year indeed he was trobled with a rheume What willingly he did confound he wail'd Beleeu 't till I weepe too Caesar No sweet Octauia You shall heare from me still the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you Ant. Come Sir come I le wrastle with you in my strength of loue Looke heere I haue you thus I let you go And giue you to the Gods Caesar Adieu be happy Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way Caesar Farewell farewell Kisses Octauia Ant. Farewell Trumpets sound Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras and Alexas Cleo. Where is the Fellow Alex. Halfe afeard to come Cleo. Go too go too Come hither Sir Enter the Messenger as before Alex. Good Maiestie Herod of Iury dare not looke vpon you but when you are well pleas'd Cleo. That Herods head I le haue but how When Anthony is
author of my blood Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp To reach at victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres And with thy blessings steele my Lances point That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate And fuâ—nish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne Gaunt Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy Rouze vp thy youthfull blood be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and S. George to thriue Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to Kings Richards Throne A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement More then my dancing soule doth celebrate This Feast of Battell with mine Aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeares As gentle and as iocond as to iest Go I to fight Truth hath a quiet brest Rich. Farewell my Lord securely I espy Vertue with Valour couched in thine eye Order the triall Marshall and begin Mar. Harrie of Herford Lancaster and Derby Receiue thy Launce and heauen defend thy right Bul. Strong as a towre in hope I cry Amen Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke 1. Har. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Derbie Stands heere for God his Soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray A Traitor to his God his King and him And dares him to set forwards to the fight 3. Har. Here standeth Tho Mowbray Duke of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Herford Lancaster and Derby To God his Soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the signall to begin A charge sounded Mar. Sound Trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the King hath throwne his Warder downe Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets their Speares And both returne backe to their Chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the Trumpets sound While we returne these Dukes what we decree A long Flourish Draw neere and list What with our Councell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld With that deere blood which it hath fostered And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood Therefore we banish you our Territories You Cosin Herford vpon paine of death Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields Shall not regreet our faire dominions But treade the stranger pathes of banishment Bul. Your will be done This must my comfort be That Sun that warmes you heere shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and gild my banishment Rich. Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier dombe Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The slye slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limit of thy deere exile The hopelesse word of Neuer to returne Breath I against thee vpon paine of life Mow. A heauy sentence my most Soueraigne Liege And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast forth in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Then an vnstringed Vyall or a Harpe Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tune the harmony Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaoler to attend on me I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence then but speechlesse death Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate After our sentence plaining comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night Ric. Returne againe and take an oath with thee Lay on our Royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the Oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you Truth and Heauen Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor euer looke vpon each others face Nor euer write regreete or reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor euer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill ' Gainst Vs our State our Subiects or our Land Bull. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe all this Bul. Norfolke so fare as to mine enemie By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the ayre Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land Confesse thy Treasons ere thou flye this Realme Since thou hast farre to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guilty soule Mow. No Bullingbroke If euer I were Traitor My name be blotted from the booke of Life And I from heauen banish'd as from hence But what thou art heauen thou and I do know And all too soone I feare the King shall rue Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England all the worlds my way Exit Rich. Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy greeued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd yeares Pluck'd foure away Six frozen Winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bul. How long a time lyes in one little word Foure lagging Winters and foure wanton springs End in a word such is the breath of Kings Gaunt I thanke my Liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For ere the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their Moones and bring their times about My oyle-dride Lampe and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endlesse night My inch of Taper will be burnt and done And blindfold death not let me see my sonne Rich. Why Vncle thou hast many yeeres to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my dayes thou canst with sudden sorow And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stop no wrinkle in his