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
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
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
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
to example ill Would from my forehead wipe a periur'd note For none offend where all alike doe dote Lon. Dumaine thy Loue is farre from charitie That in Loues griefe desir'st societie You may looke pale but I should blush I know To be ore-heard and taken napping so Kin. Come sir you blush as his your case is such You chide at him offending twice as much You doe not loue Maria Longauile Did neuer Sonnet for her sake compile Nor neuer lay his wreathed armes athwart His louing bosome to keepe downe his heart I haue beene closely shrowded in this bush And markt you both and for you both did blush I heard your guilty Rimes obseru'd your fashion Saw sighes reeke from you noted well your passion Aye me sayes one O Ioue the other cries On her haires were Gold Christall the others eyes You would for Paradise breake Faith and troth And Ioue for your Loue would infringe an oath What will Berowne say when that he shall heare Faith infringed which such zeale did sweare How will he scorne how will he spend his wit How will he triumph leape and laugh at it For all the wealth that euer I did see I would not haue him know so much by me Bero. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisie Ah good my Liedge I pray thee pardon me Good heart What grace hast thou thus to reproue These wormes for louing that art most in loue Your eyes doe make no couches in your teares There is no certaine Princesse that appeares You 'll not be periur'd 't is a hatefull thing Tush none but Minstrels like of Sonnetting But are you not asham'd nay are you not All three of you to be thus much ore'shot You found his Moth the King your Moth did see But I a Beame doe finde in each of three O what a Scene of fool'ry haue I seene Of sighes of grones of sorrow and of teene O me with what strict patience haue I sat To see a King transformed to a Gnat To see great Hercules whipping a Gigge And profound Salomon tuning a Iygge And Nestor play at push-pin with the boyes And Critticke Tymon laugh at idle toyes Where lies thy griefe O tell me good Dumaine And gentle Longauill where lies thy paine And where my Liedges all about the brest A Candle hoa Kin. Too bitter is thy iest Are wee betrayed thus to thy ouer-view Ber. Not you by me but I betrayed to you I that am honest I that hold it sinne To breake the vow I am ingaged in I am betrayed by keeping company With men like men of inconstancie When shall you see me write a thing in rime Or grone for Ioane or spend a minutes time In pruning mee when shall you heare that I will praise a hand a foot a face an eye a gate a state a brow a brest a waste a legge a limme Kin. Soft Whither a-way so fast A true man or a theefe that gallops so Ber. I post from Loue good Louer let me go Enter Iaquenetta and Clowne Iaqu God blesse the King Kin. What Present hast thou there Clo. Some certaine treason Kin. What makes treason heere Clo. Nay it makes nothing sir Kin. If it marre nothing neither The treason and you goe in peace away together Iaqu I beseech your Grace let this Letter be read Our person mis-doubts it it was treason he said Kin. Berowne read it ouer He reades the Letter Kin. Where hadst thou it Iaqu Of Costard King Where hadst thou it Cost Of Dun Adramadio Dun Adramadio Kin. How now what is in you why dost thou tear it Ber. A toy my Liedge a toy your grace needes not feare it Long. It did moue him to passion and therefore let 's heare it Dum. It is Berowns writing and heere is his name Ber. Ah you whoreson loggerhead you were borne to doe me shame Guilty my Lord guilty I confesse I confesse Kin. What Ber. That you three fooles lackt mee foole to make vp the messe He he and you and you my Liedge and I Are picke-purses in Loue and we deserue to die O dismisse this audience and I shall tell you more Dum. Now the number is euen Berow True true we are fowre will these Turtles be gone Kin. Hence sirs away Clo. Walk aside the true folke let the traytors stay Ber. Sweet Lords sweet Louers O let vs imbrace As true we are as flesh and bloud can be The Sea will ebbe and flow heauen will shew his face Young bloud doth not obey an old decree We cannot crosse the cause why we are borne Therefore of all hands must we be forsworne King What did these rent lines shew some loue of thine Ber. Did they quoth you Who sees the heauenly Rosaline That like a rude and sauage man of Inde At the first opening of the gorgeous East Bowes not his vassall head and strooken blinde Kisses the base ground with obedient breast What peremptory Eagle-sighted eye Dares looke vpon the heauen of her brow That is not blinded by her maiestie Kin. What zeale what furie hath inspir'd thee now My Loue her Mistres is a gracious Moone Shee an attending Starre scarce seene a light Ber. My eyes are then no eyes nor I Berowne O but for my Loue day would turne to night Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity Where nothing wants that want it selfe doth seeke Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues Fie painted Rethoricke O she needs it not To things of sale a sellers praise belongs She passes prayse then prayse too short doth blot A withered Hermite fiuescore winters worne Might shake off fiftie looking in her eye Beauty doth varnish Age as if new borne And giues the Crutch the Cradles infancie O 't is the Sunne that maketh all things shine King By heauen thy Loue is blacke as Ebonie Berow Is Ebonie like her O word diuine A wife of such wood were felicitie O who can giue an oth Where is a booke That I may sweare Beauty doth beauty lacke If that she learne not of her eye to looke No face is faire that is not full so blacke Kin. O paradoxe Blacke is the badge of hell The hue of dungeons and the Schoole of night And beauties crest becomes the heauens well Ber. Diuels soonest tempt resembling spirits of light O if in blacke my Ladies browes be deckt It mournes that painting vsurping haire Should rauish doters with a false aspect And therfore is she borne to make blacke faire Her fauour turnes the fashion of the dayes For natiue bloud is counted painting now And therefore red that would auoyd dispraise Paints it selfe blacke to imitate her brow Dum. To look like her are Chimny-sweepers blacke Lon. And since her time are Colliers counted bright King And Aethiops of their sweet complexion crake Dum. Dark needs no Candles now for dark is light Ber. Your mistresses dare neuer come in raine For feare their colours should
thing like Ros Much in the letters nothing in the praise Qu. Beauteous as Incke a good conclusion Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke Ros Ware pensals How Let me not die your debtor My red Dominicall my golden letter O that your face were full of Ocs. Qu. A Pox of that iest and I beshrew all Shrowes But Katherine what was sent to you From faire Dumaine Kat. Madame this Gloue Qu. Did he not send you twaine Kat. Yes Madame and moreouer Some thousand Verses of a faithfull Louer A huge translation of hypocrisie Vildly compiled profound simplicitie Mar. This and these Pearls to me sent Longauile The Letter is too long by halfe a mile Qu. I thinke no lesse Dost thou wish in heart The Chaine were longer and the Letter short Mar. I or I would these hands might neuer part Quee. We are wise girles to mocke our Louers so Ros They are worse fooles to purchase mocking so That same Berowne I le torture ere I goe O that I knew he were but in by th' weeke How I would make him fawne and begge and seeke And wait the season and obserue the times And spend his prodigall wits in booteles rimes And shape his seruice wholly to my deuice And make him proud to make me proud that iests So pertaunt like would I o' resway his state That he shold be my foole and I his fate Qu. None are so surely caught when they are catcht As Wit turn'd foole follie in Wisedome hatch'd Hath wisedoms warrant and the helpe of Schoole And Wits owne grace to grace a learned Foole Ros The bloud of youth burns not with such excesse As grauities reuolt to wantons be Mar. Follie in Fooles beares not so strong a note As fool'ry in the Wise when Wit doth dote Since all the power thereof it doth apply To proue by Wit worth in simplicitie Enter Boyet Qu. Heere comes Boyet and mirth in his face Boy O I am stab'd with laughter Wher 's her Grace Qu. Thy newes Boyet Boy Prepare Madame prepare Arme Wenches arme incounters mounted are Against your Peace Loue doth approach disguis'd Armed in arguments you 'll be surpriz'd Muster your Wits stand in your owne defence Or hide your heads like Cowards and flie hence Qu. Saint Dennis to S. Cupid What are they That charge their breath against vs Say scout say Boy Vnder the coole shade of a Siccamore I thought to close mine eyes some halfe an houre When lo to interrupt my purpos'd rest Toward that shade I might behold addrest The King and his companions warely I stole into a neighbour thicket by And ouer-heard what you shall ouer-heare That by and by disguis'd they will be heere Their Herald is a pretty knauish Page That well by heart hath con'd his embassage Action and accent did they teach him there Thus must thou speake and thus thy body beare And euer and anon they made a doubt Presence maiesticall would put him out For quoth the King an Angell shalt thou see Yet feare not thou but speake audaciously The Boy reply'd An Angell is not euill I should haue fear'd her had she beene a deuill With that all laugh'd and clap'd him on the shoulder Making the bold wagg by their praises bolder One rub'd his elboe thus and fleer'd and swore A better speech was neuer spoke before Another with his finger and his thumb Cry'd via we will doo 't come what will come The third he caper'd and cried All goes well The fourth turn'd on the toe and downe he fell With that they all did tumble on the ground With such a zelous laughter so profound That in this spleene ridiculous appeares To checke their folly passions solemne teares Quee. But what but what come they to visit vs Boy They do they do and are apparel'd thus Like Muscouites or Russians as I gesse Their purpose is to parlee to court and dance And euery one his Loue-feat will aduance Vnto his seuerall Mistresse which they 'll know By fauours seuerall which they did bestow Queen And will they so the Gallants shall be taskt For Ladies we will euery one be maskt And not a man of them shall haue the grace Despight of sute to see a Ladies face Hold Rosaline this Fauour thou shalt weare And then the King will court thee for his Deare Hold take thou this my sweet and giue me thine So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline And change your Fauours too so shall your Loues Woo contrary deceiu'd by these remoues Rosa Come on then weare the fauours most in sight Kath. But in this changing What is your intent Queen The effect of my intent is to crosse theirs They doe it but in mocking merriment And mocke for mocke is onely my intent Their seuerall counsels they vnbosome shall To Loues mistooke and so be mockt withall Vpon the next occasion that we meete With Visages displayd to talke and greete Ros But shall we dance if they desire vs too 't Quee. No to the death we will not moue a foot Nor to their pen'd speech render we no grace But while 't is spoke each turne away his face Boy Why that contempt will kill the keepers heart And quite diuorce his memory from his part Quee. Therefore I doe it and I make no doubt The rest will ere come in if he be out There 's no such sport as sport by sport orethrowne To make theirs ours and ours none but our owne So shall we stay mocking entended game And they well mockt depart away with shame Sound Boy The Trompet sounds be maskt the maskers come Enter Black moores with musicke the Boy with a speech and the rest of the Lords disguised Page All haile the richest Beauties on the earth Ber. Beauties no richer then rich Taffata Pag. A holy parcell of the fairest dames that euer turn'd their backes to mortall viewes The Ladies turne their backes to him Ber. Their eyes villaine their eyes Pag. That euer turn'd their eyes to mortall viewes Out Boy True out indeed Pag. Out of your fauours heauenly spirits vouchsafe Not to beholde Ber. Once to behold rogue Pag Once to behold with your Sunne beamed eyes With your Sunne beamed eyes Boy They will not answer to that Epythite You were best call it Daughter beamed eyes Pag. They do not marke me and that brings me out Bero. Is this your perfectnesse be gon you rogue Rosa What would these strangers Know their mindes Boyet If they doe speake our language 't is our will That some plaine man recount their purposes Know what they would Boyet What would you with the Princes Ber. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation Ros What would they say they Boy Nothing but peace and gentle visitation Rosa Why that they haue and bid them so be gon Boy She saies you haue it and you may be gon Kin. Say to her we haue measur'd many miles To tread a Measure with you on the grasse Boy They say that they haue measur'd many
you haue out-fac'd them all Ber. And thou wer 't a Lion we would do so Boy Therefore as he is an Asse let him go And so adieu sweet Iude. Nay why dost thou stay Dum. For the latter end of his name Ber. For the Asse to the Iude giue it him Iud-as away Ped. This is not generous not gentle not humble Boy A light for monsieur Iudas it growes darke he may stumble Que. Alas poore Machabeus how hath hee beene baited Enter Braggart Ber. Hide thy head Achilles heere comes Hector in Armes Dum. Though my mockes come home by me I will now be merrie King Hector was but a Troyan in respect of this Boi But is this Hector Kin. I thinke Hector was not so â—leane timber'd Lon. His legge is too big for Hector Dum. More Calfe certaine Boi No he is best indued in the small Ber. This cannot be Hector Dum. He 's a God or a Painter for he makes faces Brag. The Armipotent Mars of Launces the almighty gaue Hector a gift Dum. A gilt Nutmegge Ber. A Lemmon Lon. Stucke with Cloues Dum. No clouen Brag. The Armipotent Mars of Launces the almighty Gaue Hector a gift the heire of Illion A man so breathed that certaine he would fight yea From morne till night out of his Pauillion I am that Flower Dum. That Mint Long. That Cullambine Brag. Sweet Lord Longauill reine thy tongue Lon. I must rather giue it the reine for it runnes against Hector Dum. I and Hector's a Grey-hound Brag. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten Sweet chuckes beat not the bones of the buried But I will forward with my deuice Sweet Royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing Berowne steppes forth Qu. Speake braue Hector we are much delighted Brag. I do adore thy sweet Graces slipper Boy Loues her by the foot Dum. He may not by the yard Brag. This Hector farre surmounted Hanniball The partie is gone Clo. Fellow Hector she is gone she is two moneths on her way Brag. What meanest thou Clo. Faith vnlesse you play the honest Troyan the poore Wench is cast away she 's quick the child brags in her belly alreadie t is yours Brag. Dost thou infamonize me among Potentates Thou shalt die Clo. Then shall Hector be whipt for Iaquenetta that is quicke by him and hang'd for Pompey that is dead by him Dum. Most rare Pompey Boi Renowned Pompey Ber. Greater then great great great great Pompey Pompey the huge Dum. Hector trembles Ber. Pompey is moued more Atees more Atees stirre them or stirre them on Dum. Hector will challenge him Ber. I if a' haue no more mans blood in 's belly then will sup a Flea Brag. By the North-pole I do challenge thee Clo. I wil not fight with a pole like a Northern man I le flash I le do it by the sword I pray you let mee borrow my Armes againe Dum. Roome for the incensed Worthies Clo. I le do it in my shirt Dum. Most resolute Pompey Page Master let me take you a button hole lower Do you not see Pompey is vncasing for the combat what meane you you will lose your reputation Brag. Gentlemen and Souldiers pardon me I will not combat in my shirt Du. You may not denie it Pompey hath made the challenge Brag. Sweet bloods I both may and will Ber. What reason haue you for 't Brag. The naked truth of it is I haue no shirt I go woolward for penance Boy True and it was inioyned him in Rome for want of Linnen since when I le be sworne he wore none but a dishclout of Iaquenettas and that hee weares next his heart for a fauour Enter a Messenger Monsieur Marcade Mar. God saue you Madame Qu. Welcome Marcade but that thou interruptest our merriment Marc. I am sorrie Madam for the newes I bring is heauie in my tongue The King your father Qu. Dead for my life Mar. Euen so My tale is told Ber. Worthies away the Scene begins to cloud Brag. For mine owne part I breath free breath I haue seene the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion and I will right my selfe like a Souldier Exeunt Worthies Kin. How fare's your Maiestie Qu. Boyet prepare I will away to night Kin. Madame not so I do beseech you stay Qu. Prepare I say I thanke you gracious Lords For all your faire endeuours and entreats Out of a new sad-soule that you vouchsafe In your rich wisedome to excuse or hide The liberall opposition of our spirits If ouer-boldly we haue borne our selues In the conuerse of breath your gentlenesse Was guiltie of it Farewell worthie Lord A heauie heart beares not a humble tongue Excuse me so comming so short of thankes For my great suite so easily obtain'd Kin. The extreme parts of time extremelie formes All causes to the purpose of his speed And often at his verie loose-decides That which long processe could not arbitrate And though the mourning brow of progenie Forbid the smiling curtesie of Loue The holy suite which faine it would conuince Yet since loues argument was first on foote Let not the cloud of sorrow iustle it From what it purpos'd since to waile friends lost Is not by much so wholsome profitable As to reioyce at friends but newly found Qu. I vnderstand you not my greefes are double Ber. Honest plain words best pierce the ears of griefe And by these badges vnderstand the King For your faire sakes haue we neglected time Plaid foule play with our oaths your beautie Ladies Hath much deformed vs fashioning our humors Euen to the opposed end of our intents And what in vs hath seem'd ridiculous As Loue is full of vnbefitting straines All wanton as a childe skipping and vaine Form'd by the eie and therefore like the eie Full of straying shapes of habits and of formes Varying in subiects as the eie doth roule To euerie varied obiect in his glance Which partie-coated presence of loose loue Put on by vs if in your heauenly eies Haue misbecom'd our oathes and grauities Those heauenlie eies that looke into these faults Suggested vs to make therefore Ladies Our loue being yours the error that Loue makes Is likewise yours We to our selues proue false By being once false for euer to be true To those that make vs both faire Ladies you And euen that falshood in it selfe a sinne Thus purifies it selfe and turnes to grace Qu. We haue receiu'd your Letters full of Loue Your Fauours the Ambassadors of Loue. And in our maiden counsaile rated them At courtship pleasantiest and curtesie As bumbast and as lining to the time But more deuout then these are our respects Haue we not bene and therefore met your loues In their owne fashion like a merriment Du. Our letters Madam shew'd much more then iest Lon. So did our lookes Rosa We did not coat them so Kin. Now at the latest minute of the houre Grant vs your loues Qu. A time me thinkes too short To make a world-without-end bargaine in No no my
and yet enough May not extend so farre as to the Ladie And yet to be afeard of my deseruing Were but a weake disabling of my selfe As much as I deserue why that 's the Lady I doe in birth deserue her and in fortunes In graces and in qualities of breeding But more then these in loue I doe deserue What if I strai'd no farther but chose here Let 's see once more this saying grau'd in gold Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire Why that 's the Lady all the world desires her From the foure corners of the earth they come To kisse this shrine this mortall breathing Saint The Hircanion deserts and the vaste wildes Of wide Arabia are as through fares now For Princes to come view faire Portia The waterie Kingdome whose ambitious head Spets in the face of heauen is no barre To stop the forraine spirits but they come As ore a brooke to see faire Portia One of these three containes her heauenly picture Is' t like that Lead containes her 't were damnation To thinke so base a thought it were too grose To rib her searecloath in the obscure graue Or shall I thinke in Siluer she 's immur'd Being ten times vndervalued to tride gold O sinfull thought neuer so rich a Iem Was set in worse then gold They haue in England A coyne that beares the figure of an Angell Stampt in gold but that 's insculpt vpon But here an Angell in a golden bed Lies all within Deliuer me the key Here doe I choose and thriue I as I may Por. There take it Prince and if my forme lye there Then I am yours Mor. O hell what haue we here a carrion death Within whose emptie eye there is a written scroule I le reade the writing All that glisters is not gold Often haue you heard that cold Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold Guilded timber doe wormes infold Had you beene as wise as bold Yong in limbs in iudgement old Your answere had not beene inscrold Fare you well your suite is cold Mor. Cold indeede and labour lost Then farewell heate and welcome frost Portia adew I haue too grieu'd a heart To take a tedious leaue thus loosers part Exit Por. A gentle riddance draw the curtaines go Let all of his complexion choose me so Exeunt Enter Salarino and Solanio Flo. Cornets Sal. Why man I saw Bassanio vnder sayle With him is Gratiano gone along And in their ship I am sure Lorenzo is not Sol. The villaine Iew with outcries raisd the Duke Who went with him to search Bassanios ship Sal. He comes too late the ship was vndersaile But there the Duke was giuen to vnderstand That in a Gondilo were seene together Lorenzo and his amorous Iessica Besides Anthonio certified the Duke They were not with Bassanio in his ship Sol. I neuer heard a passion so confusd So strange outragious and so variable As the dogge Iew did vtter in the streets My daughter O my ducats O my daughter Fled with a Christian O my Christian ducats Iustice the law my ducats and my daughter A sealed bag two sealed bags of ducats Of double ducats stolne from me by my daughter And iewels two stones two rich and precious stones Stolne by my daughter iustice finde the girle She hath the stones vpon her and the ducats Sal. Why all the boyes in Venice follow him Crying his stones his daughter and his ducats Sol. Let good Anthonio looke he keepe his day Or he shall pay for this Sal. Marry well remembred I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday Who told me in the narrow seas that part The French and English there miscaried A vessell of our countrey richly fraught I thought vpon Anthonio when he told me And wisht in silence that it were not his Sol. Yo were best to tell Anthonio what you heare Yet doe not suddainely for it may grieue him Sal. A kinder Gentleman treads not the earth I saw Bassanio and Anthonio part Bassanio told him he would make some speede Of his returne he answered doe not so Slubber not businesse for my sake Bassanio But stay the very riping of the time And for the Iewes bond which he hath of me Let it not enter in your minde of loue Be merry and imploy your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such faire ostents of loue As shall conueniently become you there And euen there his eye being big with teares Turning his face he put his hand behinde him And with affection wondrous sencible He wrung Bassanios hand and so they parted Sol. I thinke he onely loues the world for him I pray thee let vs goe and finde him out And quicken his embraced heauinesse With some delight or other Sal. Doe we so Exeunt Enter Nerrissa and a Seruiture Ner. Quick quick I pray thee draw the curtain strait The Prince of Arragon hath tane his oath And comes to his election presently Enter Arragon his traine and Portia Flor. Cornets Por. Behold there stand the caskets noble Prince If you choose that wherein I am contain'd Straight shall our nuptiall rights be solemniz'd But if thou faile without more speech my Lord You must be gone from hence immediately Ar. I am enioynd by oath to obserue three things First neuer to vnfold to any one Which casket 't was I chose next if I faile Of the right casket neuer in my life To wooe a maide in way of marriage Lastly if I doe faile in fortune of my choyse Immediately to leaue you and be gone Por. To these iniunctions euery one doth sweare That comes to hazard for my worthlesse selfe Ar. And so haue I addrest me fortune now To my hearts hope gold siluer and base lead Who chooseth me must giue and hazard all he hath You shall looke fairer ere I giue or hazard What saies the golden chest ha let me see Who chooseth me shall gaine what many men desire What many men desire that many may be meant By the foole multitude that choose by show Not learning more then the fond eye doth teach Which pries not to th' interior but like the Martlet Builds in the weather on the outward wall Euen in the force and rode of casualtie I will not choose what many men desire Because I will not iumpe with common spirits And ranke me with the barbarous multitudes Why then to thee thou Siluer treasure house Tell me once more what title thou doost beare Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserues And well said too for who shall goe about To cosen Fortune and be honourable Without the stampe of merrit let none presume To wearâ— an vndeserued dignitie O that estates degrees and offices Were not deriuâ—d corruptly and that cleare honour Were purchast by the merrit of the wearer How many then should couer that stand bare How many be commanded that command How much low pleasantry would then be gleaned From the true seede of honor And how much honor Pickt from the
Me thinkes it should haue power to steale both his And leaue it selfe vnfurnisht Yet looke how farre The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In vnderprising it so farre this shadow Doth limpe behinde the substance Here 's the scroule The continent and summarie of my fortune You that choose not by the view Chance as faire and choose as true Since this fortune fals to you Be content and seeke no new If you be well pleasd with this And hold your fortune for your blisse Turne you where your Lady is And claime her with a louing kisse Bass A gentle scroule Faire Lady by your leaue I come by note to giue and to receiue Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in peoples eies Hearing applause and vniuersall shout Giddie in spirit still gazing in a doubt Whether those peales of praise be his or no. So thrice faire Lady stand I euen so As doubtfull whether what I see be true Vntill confirm'd sign'd ratified by you Por. You see my Lord Bassiano where I stand Such as I am though for my selfe alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish my selfe much better yet for you I would be trebled twenty times my selfe A thousand times more faire ten thousand times More rich that onely to stand high in your account I might in vertues beauties liuings friends Exceed account but the full summe of me Is sum of nothing which to terme in grosse Is an vnlessoned girle vnschool'd vnpractiz'd Happy in this she is not yet so old But she may learne happier then this Shee is not bred so dull but she can learne Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits it selfe to yours to be directed As from her Lord her Gouernour her King My selfe and what is mine to you and yours Is now conuerted But now I was the Lord Of this faire mansion master of my seruants Queene ore my selfe and euen now but now This house these seruants and this same my selfe Are yours my Lord I giue them with this ring Which when you part from loose or giue away Let it presage the ruine of your loue And be my vantage to exclaime on you Bass Maddam you haue bereft me of all words Onely my bloud speakes to you in my vaines And there is such confusion in my powers As after some oration fairely spoke By a beloued Prince there doth appeare Among the buzzing pleased multitude Where euery something being blent together Turnes to a wilde of nothing saue of ioy Exprest and not exprest but when this ring Parts from this finger then parts life from hence O then be bold to say Bassanio's dead Ner. My Lord and Lady it is now our time That haue stood by and seene our wishes prosper To cry good ioy good ioy my Lord and Lady Gra. My Lord Bassanio and my gentle Lady I wish you all the ioy that you can wish For I am sure you can wish none from me And when your Honours meane to solemnize The bargaine of your faith I doe beseech you Euen at that time I may be married too Bass With all my heart so thou canst get a wife Gra. I thanke your Lordship you gaue got me one My eyes my Lord can looke as swift as yours You saw the mistres I beheld the maid You lou'd I lou'd for intermission No more pertaines to me my Lord then you Your fortune stood vpon the caskets there And so did mine too as the matter falls For wooing heere vntill I fwet againe And swearing till my very rough was dry With oathes of loue at last if promise last I got a promise of this faire one heere To haue her loue prouided that your fortune Atchieu'd her mistresse Por. Is this true Nerrissa Ner. Madam it is so so you stand pleas'd withall Bass And doe you Gratiano meane good faith Gra. Yes faith my Lord. Bass Our feast shall be much honored in your marriage Gra. Wee le play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats Ner. What and stake downe Gra. No we shal nere win at that sport and stake downe But who comes heere Lorenzo and his Infidell What and my old Venetian friend Salerio Enter Lorenzo Iessica and Salerio Bas Lorenzo and Salerio welcome hether If that the youth of my new interest heere Haue power to bid you welcome by your leaue I bid my verie friends and Countrimen Sweet Portia welcome Por. So do I my Lord they are intirely welcome Lor. I thanke your honor for my part my Lord My purpose was not to haue seene you heere But meeting with Salerio by the way He did intreate mee past all saying nay To come with him along Sal. I did my Lord And I haue reason for it Signior Anthonio Commends him to you Bass Ere I ope his Letter I pray you tell me how my good friend doth Sal. Not sicke my Lord vnlesse it be in minde Nor wel vnlesse in minde his Letter there Wil shew you his estate Opens the Letter Gra. Nerrissa cheere yond stranger bid her welcom Your hand Salerio what 's the newes from Venice How doth that royal Merchant good Anthonio I know he vvil be glad of our successe We are the Iasons we haue won the fleece Sal. I would you had vvon the fleece that hee hath lost Por. There are some shrewd contents in yond same Paper That steales the colour from Bassianos cheeke Some deere friend dead else nothing in the world Could turne so much the constitution Of any constant man What worse and worse With leaue Bassanio I am halfe your selfe And I must freely haue the halfe of any thing That this same paper brings you Bass O sweet Portia Heere are a few of the vnpleasant'st words That euer blotted paper Gentle Ladie When I did first impart my loue to you I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my vaines I was a Gentleman And then I told you true and yet deere Ladie Rating my selfe at nothing you shall see How much I was a Braggart when I told you My state was nothing I should then haue told you That I vvas worse then nothing for indeede I haue ingag'd my selfe to a deere friend Ingag'd my friend to his meere enemie To feede my meanes Heere is a Letter Ladie The paper as the bodie of my friend And euerie word in it a gaping wound Issuing life blood But is it true Salerio Hath all his ventures faild what not one hit From Tripolis from Mexico and England From Lisbon Barbary and India And not one vessell scape the dreadfull touch Of Merchant-marring rocks Sal. Not one my Lord. Besides it should appeare that if he had The present money to discharge the Iew He would not take it neuer did I know A creature that did beare the shape of man So keene and greedy to confound a man He plyes the Duke at morning and at night And doth impeach the freedome of the state If they deny
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
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
Falstaffe he had him from me Christian and see if the fat villain haue not transform'd him Ape Enter Bardolfe Bar. Saue your Grace Prin. And yours most Noble Bardolfe Poin. Come you pernitious Asse you bashfull Foole must you be blushing Wherefore blush you now what a Maidenly man at Armes are you become Is it such a matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head Page He call'd me euen now my Lord through a red Lattice and I could discerne no part of his face from the window at last I spy'd his eyes and me thought he had made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat peeped through Prin. Hath not the boy profited Bar. Away you horson vpright Rabbet away Page Away you rascally Altheas dreame away Prin. Instruct vs Boy what dreame Boy Page Marry my Lord Althea dream'd she was deliuer'd of a Firebrand and therefore I call him hir dream Prince A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation There it is Boy Poin. O that this good Blossome could bee kept from Cankers Well there is six pence to preserue thee Bard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you the gallowes shall be wrong'd Prince And how doth thy Master Bardolph Bar. Well my good Lord he heard of your Graces comming to Towne There 's a Letter for you Poin. Deliuer'd with good respect And how doth the Martlemas your Master Bard. In bodily health Sir Poin. Marry the immortall part needes a Physitian but that moues not him though that bee sicke it dyes not Prince I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with me as my dogge and he holds his place for looke you he writes Poin. Letter Iohn Falstaffe Knight Euery man must know that as oft as hee hath occasion to name himselfe Euen like those that are kinne to the King for they neuer pricke their finger but they say there is som of the kings blood spilt How comes that sayes he that takes vpon him not to conceiue the answer is as ready as a borrowed cap I am the Kings poore Cosin Sir Prince Nay they will be kin to vs but they wil fetch it from Iaphet But to the Letter Sir Iohn Falstaffe Knight to the Sonne of the King neerest his Father Harrie Prince of Wales greeting Poin. Why this is a Certificate Prin. Peace I will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath short-winded I commend me to thee I commend thee and I leaue thee Bee not too familiar with Pointz for hee misuses thy Fauours so much that he sweares thou art to marrie his Sister Nell Repent at idle times as thou mayst and so farewell Thine by yea and no which is as much as to say as thou vsest him Iacke Falstaffe with my Familiars Iohn with my Brothers and Sister Sir Iohn with all Europe My Lord I will steepe this Letter in Sack and make him eate it Prin. That 's to make him eate twenty of his Words But do you vse me thus Ned Must I marry your Sister Poin. May the Wench haue no worse Fortune But I neuer said so Prin. Well thus we play the Fooles with the time the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mocke vs Is your Master heere in London Bard. Yes my Lord. Prin. Where suppes he Doth the old Bore feede in the old Franke Bard. At the old place my Lord in East-cheape Prin. What Company Page Ephesians my Lord of the old Church Prin. Sup any women with him Page None my Lord but old Mistris Quickly and M. Doll Teare-sheet Prin. What Pagan may that be Page A proper Gentlewoman Sir and a Kinswoman of my Masters Prin. Euen such Kin as the Parish Heyfors are to the Towne-Bull Shall we steale vpon them Ned at Supper Poin. I am your shadow my Lord I le follow you Prin. Sirrah you boy and Bardolph no word to your Master that I am yet in Towne There 's for your silence Bar. I haue no tongue sir Page And for mine Sir I will gouerne it Prin. Fare ye well go This Doll Teare-sheet should be some Rode Poin. I warrant you as common as the way betweene S. Albans and London Prin. How might we see Falstaffe bestow himselfe to night in his true colours and not our selues be seene Poin Put on two Leather Ierkins and Aprons and waite vpon him at his Table like Drawers Prin. From a God to a Bull A heauie declension It was Ioues case From a Prince to a Prentice a low transformation that shall be mine for in euery thing the purpose must weigh with the folly Follow me Ned. Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Northumberland his Ladie and Harrie Percies Ladie North. I prethee louing Wife and gentle Daughter Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires Put not you on the visage of the Times And be like them to Percie troublesome Wife I haue giuen ouer I will speak no more Do what you will your Wisedome be your guide North. Alas sweet Wife my Honor is at pawne And but my going nothing can redeeme it La. Oh yet for heauens sake go not to these Warrs The Time was Father when you broke your word When you were more endeer'd to it then now When your owne Percy when my heart-deere Harry Threw many a Northward looke to see his Father Bring vp his Powres but he did long in vaine Who then perswaded you to stay at home There were two Honors lost Yours and your Sonnes For Yours may heauenly glory brighten it For His it stucke vpon him as the Sunne In the gray vault of Heauen and by his Light Did all the Cheualrie of England moue To do braue Acts. He was indeed the Glasse Wherein the Noble-Youth did dresse themselues He had no Legges that practic'd not his Gate And speaking thicke which Nature made his blemish Became the Accents of the Valiant For those that could speake low and tardily Would turne their owne Perfection to Abuse To seeme like him So that in Speech in Gate In Diet in Affections of delight In Militarie Rules Humors of Blood He was the Marke and Glasse Coppy and Booke That fashion'd others And him O wondrous him O Miracle of Men Him did you leaue Second to none vn-seconded by you To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre In dis-aduantage to abide a field Where nothing but the sound of Hotspurs Name Did seeme defensible so you left him Neuer O neuer doe his Ghost the wrong To hold your Honor more precise and nice With others then with him Let them alone The Marshall and the Arch-bishop are strong Had my sweet Harry had but halfe their Numbers To day might I hanging on Hotspurs Necke Haue talk'd of Monmouth's Graue North. Beshrew your heart Faire Daughter you doe draw my Spirits from me With new lamenting ancient Ouer-sights But I must goe and meet with Danger there Or it will seeke me in another place And finde me worse prouided Wife O flye to Scotland Till that the Nobles and the armed
vse many wordes with you fare you well Gentlemen both I thanke you I must a dozen mile to night Bardolph giue the Souldiers Coates Shal. Sir Iohn Heauen blesse you and prosper your Affaires and send vs Peace As you returne visit my house Let our old acquaintance be renewed peraduenture I will with you to the Court. Falst I would you would Master Shallow Shal. Go-too I haue spoke at a word Fare you well Exit Falst Fare you well gentle Gentlemen On Bardolph leade the men away As I returne I will fetch off these Iustices I doe see the bottome of Iustice Shallow How subiect wee old men are to this vice of Lying This same staru'd Iustice hath done nothing but prate to me of the wildenesse of his Youth and the Feates hee hath done about Turnball-street and euery third word a Lye duer pay'd to the hearer then the Turkes Tribute I doe remember him at Clements Inne like a man made after Supper of a Cheese-paring When hee was naked hee was for all the world like a forked Radish with a Head fantastically caru'd vpon it with a Knife Hee was so forlorne that his Dimensions to any thicke sight were inuincible Hee was the very Genius of Famine hee came euer in the rere-ward of the Fashion And now is this Vices Dagger become a Squire and talkes as familiarly of Iohn of Gaunt as if hee had beene sworne Brother to him and I le be sworne hee neuer saw him but once in the Tilt-yard and then he burst his Head for crowding among the Marshals men I saw it and told Iohn of Gaunt hee beat his owne Name for you might haue truss'd him and all his Apparrell into an Eele-skinne the Case of a Treble Hoe-boy was a Mansion for him a Court and now hath hee Land and Beeues Well I will be acquainted with him if I returne and it shall goe hard but I will make him a Philosophers two Stones to me If the young Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike I see no reason in the Law of Nature but I may snap at him Let time shape and there an end Exeunt Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter the Arch-bishop Mowbray Hastings Westmerland Coleuile Bish What is this Forrest call'd Hast 'T is Gualtree Forrest and 't shall please your Grace Bish Here stand my Lords and send discouerers forth To know the numbers of our Enemies Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie Bish 'T is well done My Friends and Brethren in these great Affaires I must acquaint you that I haue receiu'd New-dated Letters from Northumberland Their cold intent tenure and substance thus Here doth hee wish his Person with such Powers As might hold sortance with his Qualitie The which hee could not leuie whereupon Hee is retyr'd to ripe his growing Fortunes To Scotland and concludes in heartie prayers That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their Opposite Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground And dash themselues to pieces Enter a Messenger Hast Now what newes Mess West of this Forrest scarcely off a mile In goodly forme comes on the Enemie And by the ground they hide I iudge their number Vpon or neere the rate of thirtie thousand Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out Let vs sway-on and face them in the field Enter Westmerland Bish What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland West Health and faire greeting from our Generall The Prince Lord Iohn and Duke of Lancaster Bish Say on my Lord of Westmerland in peace What doth concerne your comming West Then my Lord Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse The substance of my Speech If that Rebellion Came like it selfe in base and abiect Routs Led on by bloodie Youth guarded with Rage And countenanc'd by Boyes and Beggerie I say if damn'd Commotion so appeare In his true natiue and most proper shape You Reuerend Father and these Noble Lords Had not beene here to dresse the ougly forme Of base and bloodie Insurrection With your faire Honors You Lord Arch-bishop Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd Whose Beard the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd Whose Learning and good Letters Peace hath tutor'd Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence The Doue and very blessed Spirit of Peace Wherefore doe you so ill translate your selfe Out of the Speech of Peace that beares such grace Into the harsh and boystrous Tongue of Warre Turning your Bookes to Graues your Inke to Blood Your Pennes to Launces and your Tongue diuine To a lowd Trumpet and a Point of Warre Bish Wherefore doe I this so the Question stands Briefely to this end Wee are all diseas'd And with our surfetting and wanton howres Haue brought our selues into a burning Feuer And wee must bleede for it of which Disease Our late King Richard being infected dy'd But my most Noble Lord of Westmerland I take not on me here as a Physician Nor doe I as an Enemie to Peace Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men But rather shew a while like fearefull Warre To dyet ranke Mindes sicke of happinesse And purge th' obstructions which begin to stop Our very Veines of Life heare me more plainely I haue in equall ballance iustly weigh'd What wrongs our Arms may do what wrongs we suffer And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne And are enforc'd from our most quiet there By the rough Torrent of Occasion And haue the summarie of all our Griefes When time shall serue to shew in Articles Which long ere this wee offer'd to the King And might by no Suit gayne our Audience When wee are wrong'd and would vnfold our Griefes Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person Euen by those men that most haue done vs wrong The dangers of the dayes but newly gone Whose memorie is written on the Earth With yet appearing blood and the examples Of euery Minutes instance present now Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming Armes Not to breake Peace or any Branch of it But to establish here a Peace indeede Concurring both in Name and Qualitie West When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd Wherein haue you beene galled by the King What Peere hath beene suborn'd to grate on you That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke Of forg'd Rebellion with a Seale diuine Bish My Brother generall the Common-wealth I make my Quarrell in particular West There is no neede of any such redresse Or if there were it not belongs to you Mow. Why not to him in part and to vs all That feele the bruizes of the dayes before And suffer the Condition of these Times To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors West O my good Lord Mowbray Construe the Times to their Necessities And you shall say indeede it is the Time And not the King that doth you iniuries Yet for your part it not appeares to me Either from the King
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
stoope a blacke Beard will turne white a curl'd Pate will grow bald a faire Face will wither a full Eye will wax hollow but a good Heart Kate is the Sunne and the Moone or rather the Sunne and not the Moone for it shines bright and neuer changes but keepes his course truly If thou would haue such a one take me and take me take a Souldier take a Souldier take a King And what say'st thou then to my Loue speake my faire and fairely I pray thee Kath. Is it possible dat I sould loue de ennemie of Fraunce King No it is not possible you should loue the Enemie of France Kate but in louing me you should loue the Friend of France for I loue France so well that I will not part with a Village of it I will haue it all mine and Kate when France is mine and I am yours then yours is France and you are mine Kath. I cannot tell wat is dat King No Kate I will tell thee in French which I am sure will hang vpon my tongue like a new-married Wife about her Husbands Necke hardly to be shooke off Ie quand sur le possession de Fraunce quand vous aues le possession de moy Let mee see what then Saint Dennis bee my speede Donc vostre est Fraunce vous estes mienne It is as easie for me Kate to conquer the Kingdome as to speake so much more French I shall neuer moue thee in French vnlesse it be to laugh at me Kath. Sauf vostre honeur le Francois ques vous parleis il melieus que l' Anglois le quel Ie parle King No faith is' t not Kate but thy speaking of my Tongue and I thine most truely falsely must needes be graunted to be much at one But Kate doo'st thou vnderstand thus much English Canst thou loue mee Kath. I cannot tell King Can any of your Neighbours tell Kate I le aske them Come I know thou louest me and at night when you come into your Closet you 'le question this Gentlewoman about me and I know Kate you will to her disprayse those parts in me that you loue with your heart but good Kate mocke me mercifully the rather gentle Princesse because I loue thee cruelly If euer thou beest mine Kate as I haue a sauing Faith within me tells me thou shalt I get thee with skambling and thou must therefore needes proue a good Souldier-breeder Shall not thou and I betweene Saint Dennis and Saint George compound a Boy halfe French halfe English that shall goe to Constantinople and take the Turke by the Beard Shall wee not what say'st thou my faire Flower-de-Luce Kate. I doe not know dat King No 't is hereafter to know but now to promise doe but now promise Kate you will endeauour for your French part of such a Boy and for my English moytie take the Word of a King and a Batcheler How answer you La plus belle Katherine du monde mon trescher deuin deesse Kath. Your Maiestee aue fause Frenche enough to deceiue de most sage Damoiscil dat is en Fraunce King Now fye vpon my false French by mine Honor in true English I loue thee Kate by which Honor I dare not sweare thou louest me yet my blood begins to flatter me that thou doo'st notwithstanding the poore and vntempering effect of my Visage Now beshrew my Fathers Ambition hee was thinking of Ciuill Warres when hee got me therefore was I created with a stubborne out-side with an aspect of Iron that when I come to wooe Ladyes I fright them but in faith Kate the elder I wax the better I shall appeare My comfort is that Old Age that ill layer vp of Beautie can doe no more spoyle vpon my Face Thou hast me if thou hast me at the worst and thou shalt weare me if thou weare me better and better and therefore tell me most faire Katherine will you haue me Put off your Maiden Blushes auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of an Empresse take me by the Hand and say Harry of England I am thine which Word thou shalt no sooner blesse mine Eare withall but I will tell thee alowd England is thine Ireland is thine France is thine and Henry Plantaginet is thine who though I speake it before his Face if he be not Fellow with the best King thou shalt finde the best King of Good-fellowes Come your Answer in broken Musick for thy Voyce is Musick and thy English broken Therefore Queene of all Katherine breake thy minde to me in broken English wilt thou haue me Kath. Dat is as it shall please de Roy mon pere King Nay it will please him well Kate it shall please him Kate. Kath. Den it fall also content me King Vpon that I kisse your Hand and I call you my Queene Kath. Laisse mon Seigneur laisse laisse may foy Ie ne veus point que vous abbaisse vostre grandeus en baisant le main d'une nostre Seigneur indignie seruiteur excuse moy Ie vous supplie mon tres-puissant Seigneur King Then I will kisse your Lippes Kate. Kath. Les Dames Damoisels pour estre baisee deuant leur nopcese il net pas le costume de Fraunce King Madame my Interpreter what sayes shee Lady Dat it is not be de fashon pour le Ladies of Fraunce I cannot tell wat is buisse en Anglish King To kisse Lady Your Maiestee entendre bettre que moy King It is not a fashion for the Maids in Fraunce to kisse before they are marryed would she say Lady Ouy verayment King O Kate nice Customes cursie to great Kings Deare Kate you and I cannot bee confin'd within the weake Lyst of a Countreyes fashion wee are the makers of Manners Kate and the libertie that followes our Places stoppes the mouth of all finde-faults as I will doe yours for vpholding the nice fashion of your Countrey in denying me a Kisse therefore patiently and yeelding You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes Kate there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of them then in the Tongues of the French Councell and they should sooner perswade Harry of England then a generall Petition of Monarchs Heere comes your Father Enter the French Power and the English Lords Burg. God saue your Maiestie my Royall Cousin teach you our Princesse English King I would haue her learne my faire Cousin how perfectly I loue her and that is good English Burg. Is shee not apt King Our Tongue is rough Coze and my Condition is not smooth so that hauing neyther the Voyce nor the Heart of Flatterie about me I cannot so coniure vp the Spirit of Loue in her that hee will appeare in his true likenesse Burg. Pardon the franknesse of my mirth if I answer you for that If you would coniure in her you must make a Circle if coniure vp Loue in her in his true likenesse hee must appeare naked and blinde Can you blame
and all the World shall mourne her Kin. O Lord Archbishop Thou hast made me now a man neuer before This happy Child did I get any thing This Oracle of comfort ha's so pleas'd me That when I am in Heauen I shall desire To see what this Child does and praise my Maker I thanke ye all To you my good Lord Maior And you good Brethren I am much beholding I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence And ye shall find me thankfull Lead the way Lords Ye must all see the Queene and she must thanke ye She will be sicke els This day no man thinke ' Has businesse at his house for all shall stay This Little-One shall make it Holy-day Exeunt THE EPILOGVE T Is ten to one this Play can neuer please All that are heere Some come to take their case And sleepe an Act or two but those we feare W' haue frighted with our Tumpets so 't is cleare They 'l say t is naught Others to heare the City Abus'd extreamly and to cry that 's witty Which wee haue not done neither that I feare All the expected good w' are like to heare For this Play at this time is onely in The mercifull construction of good women For such a one we shew'd em If they smile And say t will doe I know within a while All the best men are ours for 't is ill hap If they hold when their Ladies bid 'em clap FINIS The Prologue IN Troy there lyes the Scene From Iles of Greece The Princes Orgillous their high blood chaf'd Haue to the Port of Athens sent their shippes Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruell Warre Sixty and nine that wore Their Crownets Regall from th' Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia and their vow is made To ransacke Troy within whose strong emures The rauish'd Helen Menelaus Queene With wanton Paris sleepes and that 's the Quarrell To Tenedos they come And the deepe-drawing Barke do there disgorge Their warlike frautage now on Dardan Plaines The fresh and yet vnbruised Greekes do pitch Their braue Pauillions Priams six-gated City Dardan and Timbria Helias Chetas Troien And Antenonidus with massie Staples And corresponsiue and fulfilling Bolts Stirre vp the Sonnes of Troy Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits On one and other side Troian and Greeke Sets all on hazard And hither am J come A Prologue arm'd but not in confidence Of Authors pen or Actors voyce but suited Jn like conditions as our Argument To tell you faire Beholders that our Play Leapes ore the vaunt and firstlings of those broyles Beginning in the middle starting thence away To what may be digested in a Play Like or finde fault do as your pleasures are Now good or bad 't is but the chance of Warre THE TRAGEDIE OF Troylus and Cressida Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Pandarus and Troylus Troylus CAll here my Varlet I le vnarme againe Why should I warre without the wals of Troy That finde such cruell battell here within Each Troian that is master of his heart Let him to field Troylus alas hath none Pan. Will this geere nere be mended Troy The Greeks are strong skilful to their strength Fierce to their skill and to their fiercenesse Valiant But I am weaker then a womans teare Tamer then sleepe fonder then ignorance Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night And skillesse as vnpractis'd Infancie Pan. Well I haue told you enough of this For my part I le not meddle nor make no farther Hee that will haue a Cake out of the Wheate must needes tarry the grinding Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the grinding but you must tarry the bolting Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the boulting but you must tarry the leau'ing Troy Still haue I tarried Pan. I to the leauening but heere 's yet in the word hereafter the Kneading the making of the Cake the heating of the Ouen and the Baking nay you must stay the cooling too or you may chance to burne your lips Troy Patience her selfe what Goddesse ere she be Doth lesser blench at sufferance then I doe At Priams Royall Table doe I sit And when faire Cressid comes into my thoughts So Traitor then she comes when she is thence Pan. Well She look'd yesternight fairer then euer I saw her looke Or any woman else Troy I was about to tell thee when my heart As wedged with a sigh would riue in twaine Least Hector or my Father should perceiue me I haue as when the Sunne doth light a-scorne Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladnesse Is like that mirth Fate turnes to sudden sadnesse Pan. And her haire were not somewhat darker then Helens well go too there were no more comparison betweene the Women But for my part she is my Kinswoman I would not as they tearme it praise it but I wold some-body had heard her talke yesterday as I did I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit but Troy Oh Pandarus I tell thee Pandarus When I doe tell thee there my hopes lye drown'd Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe They lye indrench'd I tell thee I am mad In Cressids loue Thou answer'st she is Faire Powr'st in the open Vlcer of my heart Her Eyes her Haire her Cheeke her Gate her Voice Handlest in thy discourse O that her Hand In whose comparison all whites are Inke Writing their owne reproach to whose soft seizure The Cignets Downe is harsh and spirit of Sense Hard as the palme of Plough-man This thou tel'st me As true thou tel'st me when I say I loue her But saying thus instead of Oyle and Balme Thou lai'st in euery gash that loue hath giuen me The Knife that made it Pan. I speake no more then truth Troy Thou do'st not speake so much Pan. Faith I le not meddle in 't Let her be as shee is if she be faire 't is the better for her and she be not she ha's the mends in her owne hands Troy Good Pandarus How now Pandarus Pan. I haue had my Labour for my trauell ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you Gone betweene and betweene but small thankes for my labour Troy What art thou angry Pandarus what with me Pan. Because she 's Kinne to me therefore shee 's not so faire as Helen and she were not kin to me she would be as faire on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I I care not and she were a Black-a-Moore 't is all one to me Troy Say I she is not faire Troy I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee 's a Foole to stay behinde her Father Let her to the Greeks and so I le tell her the next time I see her for my part I le meddle nor make no more i' th' matter Troy Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troy Sweete Pandarus Pan. Pray you speake no more to me I will leaue all as I found it and there an end Exit Pand.
To buy and sell with Groats to shew bare heads In Congregations to yawne be still and wonder When one but of my ordinance stood vp To speake of Peace or Warre I talke of you Why did you wish me milder Would you haue me False to my Nature Rather say I play The man I am Volum. Oh sir sir sir I would haue had you put your power well on Before you had worne it out Corio Let go Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are With striuing lesse to be so Lesser had bin The things of your dispositions if You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to crosse you Corio Let them hang. Volum I and burne too Enter Menenius with the Senators Men. Come come you haue bin too rough somthing too rough you must returne and mend it Sen. There 's no remedy Vnlesse by not so doing our good Citie Cleaue in the midd'st and perish Volum Pray be counsail'd I haue a heart as little apt as yours But yet a braine that leades my vse of Anger To better vantage Mene. Well said Noble woman Before he should thus stoope to ' th' heart but that The violent fit a' th' time craues it as Physicke For the whole State I would put mine Armour on Which I can scarsely beare Corio What must I do Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes Corio Well what then what then Mene. Repent what you haue spoke Corio For them I cannot do it to the Gods Must I then doo 't to them Volum You are too absolute Though therein you can neuer be too Noble But when extremities speake I haue heard you say Honor and Policy like vnseuer'd Friends I' th' Warre do grow together Grant that and tell me In Peace what each of them by th' other loose That they combine not there Corio Tush tush Mene. A good demand Volum. If it be Honor in your Warres to seeme The same you are not which for your best ends You adopt your policy How is it lesse or worse That it shall hold Companionship in Peace With Honour as in Warre since that to both It stands in like request Corio Why force you this Volum. Because that Now it lyes you on to speake to th' people Not by your owne instruction nor by ' th' matter Which your heart prompts you but with such words That are but roated in your Tongue Though but Bastards and Syllables Of no allowance to your bosomes truth Now this no more dishonors you at all Then to take in a Towne with gentle words Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood I would dissemble with my Nature where My Fortunes and my Friends at stake requir'd I should do so in Honor. I am in this Your Wife your Sonne These Senators the Nobles And you will rather shew our generall Lowts How you can frowne then spend a fawne vpon 'em For the inheritance of their loues and safegard Of what that want might ruine Menen Noble Lady Come goe with vs speake faire you may salue so Not what is dangerous present but the losse Of what is past Volum. I pry thee now my Sonne Goe to them with this Bonnet in thy hand And thus farre hauing stretcht it here be with them Thy Knee bussing the stones for in such businesse Action is eloquence and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned then the eares wauing thy head Which often thus correcting thy stout heart Now humble as the ripest Mulberry That will not hold the handling or say to them Thou art their Souldier and being bred in broyles Hast not the soft way which thou do'st confesse Were fit for thee to vse as they to clayme In asking their good loues but thou wilt frame Thy selfe forsooth hereafter theirs so farre As thou hast power and person Menen This but done Euen as she speakes why their hearts were yours For they haue Pardons being ask'd as free As words to little purpose Volum Prythee now Goe and be rul'd although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe Then flatter him in a Bower Enter Cominius Here is Cominius Com. I haue beene i' th' Market place and Sir 't is fit You make strong partie or defend your selfe By calmenesse or by absence all 's in anger Menen Onely faire speech Com. I thinke 't will serue if he can thereto frame his spirit Volum He must and will Prythee now say you will and goe about it Corio Must I goe shew them my vnbarb'd Sconce Must I with my base Tongue giue to my Noble Heart A Lye that it must beare well I will doo 't Yet were there but this single Plot to loose This Mould of Martius they to dust should grinde it And throw 't against the Winde Toth ' Market place You haue put me now to such a part which neuer I shall discharge toth ' Life Com. Come come wee 'le prompt you Volum I prythee now sweet Son as thou hast said My praises made thee first a Souldier so To haue my praise for this performe a part Thou hast not done before Corio Well I must doo 't Away my disposition and possesse me Some Harlots spirit My throat of Warre be turn'd Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe Small as an Eunuch or the Virgin voyce That Babies lull a-sleepe The smiles of Knaues Tent in my cheekes and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp The Glasses of my sight A Beggars Tongue Make motion through my Lips and my Arm'd knees Who bow'd but in my Stirrop bend like his That hath receiu'd an Almes I will not doo 't Leaft I surcease to honor mine owne truth And by my Bodies action teach my Minde A most inherent Basenesse Volum At thy choice then To begge of thee it is my more dis-honor Then thou of them Come all to ruine let Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride then feare Thy dangerous Stoutnesse for I mocke at death With as bigge heart as thou Do as thou list Thy Valiantnesse was mine thou suck'st it from me But owe thy Pride thy selfe Corio Pray be content Mother I am going to the Market place Chide me no more I le Mountebanke their Loues Cogge their Hearts from them and come home belou'd Of all the Trades in Rome Looke I am going Commend me to my Wife I le returne Consull Or neuer trust to what my Tongue can do I' th way of Flattery further Volum Do your will Exit Volumnia Com. Away the Tribunes do attend you arm your self To answer mildely for they are prepar'd With Accusations as I heare more strong Then are vpon you yet Corio The word is Mildely Pray you let vs go Let them accuse me by inuention I Will answer in mine Honor. Menen I but mildely Corio Well mildely be it then Mildely Exeunt Enter Sicinius and Brutus Bru. In this point charge him home that he affects Tyrannicall power If he euade vs there Inforce him with his enuy to the people And
he Ben. There lies that Tybalt Citi. Vp sir go with me I charge thee in the Princes names obey Enter Prince old Montague Capulet their Wiues and all Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray Ben. O Noble Prince I can discouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall There lies the man slaine by young Romeo That slew thy kinsman braue Mercutio Cap. Wi. Tybalt my Cozin O my Brothers Child O Prince O Cozin Husband O the blood is spild Of my deare kinsman Prince as thou art true For bloud of ours shed bloud of Mountague O Cozin Cozin Prin. Benuolio who began this Fray Ben. Tybalt here slaine whom Romeo's hand did slay Romeo that spoke him faire bid him bethinke How nice the Quarrell was and vrg'd withall Your high displeasure all this vttered With gentle breath calme looke knees humbly bow'd Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene Of Tybalts deafe to peace but that he Tilts With Peircing steele at bold Mercutio's breast Who all as hot turnes deadly point to point And with a Martiall scorne with one hand beates Cold death aside and with the other sends It back to Tybalt whose dexterity Retorts it Romeo he cries aloud Hold Friends Friends part and swifter then his tongue His aged arme beats downe their fatall points And twixt them rushes vnderneath whose arme An enuious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio and then Tybalt fled But by and by comes backe to Romeo Who had but newly entertained Reuenge And too 't they goe like lightning for ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slaine And as he fell did Romeo turne and flie This is the truth or let Benuolio die Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague Affection makes him false he speakes not true Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife And all those twenty could but kill one life I beg for Iustice which thou Prince must giue Romeo slew Tybalt Romeo must not liue Prin. Romeo slew him he slew Mercutio Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. Cap. Not Romeo Prince he was Mercutios Friend His fault concludes but what the law should end The life of Tybalt Prin. And for that offence Immediately we doe exile him hence I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding But I le Amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the losse of mine It will be deafe to pleading and excuses Nor teares nor prayers shall purchase our abuses Therefore vse none let Romeo hence in hast Else when he is found that houre is his last Beare hence this body and attend our will Mercy not Murders pardoning those that kill Exeunt Enter Iuliet alone Iul. Gallop apace you fiery footed fleedes Towards Phaebus lodging such a Wagoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west And bring in Cloudie night immediately Spred thy close Curtaine Loue-performing night That run-awayes eyes may wincke and Romeo Leape to these armes vntalkt of and vnseene Louers can see to doe their Amorous rights And by their owne Beauties or if Loue be blind It best agrees with night come ciuill night Thou sober suted Matron all in blacke And learne me how to loose a winning match Plaid for a paire of stainlesse Maidenhoods Hood my vnman'd blood bayting in my Cheekes With thy Blacke mantle till strange Loue grow bold Thinke true Loue acted simple modestie Come night come Romeo come thou day in night For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens backe Come gentle night come louing blackebrow'd night Giue me my Romeo and when I shall die Take him and cut him out in little starres And he will make the Face of heauen so fine That all the world will be in Loue with night And pay no worship to the Garish Sun O I haue bought the Mansion of a Loue But not possest it and though I am sold Not yet enioy'd so tedious is this day As is the night before some Festiuall To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not weare them O here comes my Nurse Enter Nurse with cords And she brings newes and euery tongue that speaks But Romeos name speakes heauenly eloquence Now Nurse what newes what hast thou there The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch Nur. I I the Cords Iuli. Ay me what newes Why dost thou wring thy hands Nur. A welady hee 's dead hee 's dead We are vndone Lady we are vndone Alacke the day hee 's gone hee 's kil'd he 's dead Iul. Can heauen be so enuious Nur. Romeo can Though heauen cannot O Romeo Romeo Who euer would haue thought it Romeo Iuli. What diuell art thou That dost torment me thus This torture should be roar'd in dismall hell Hath Romeo slaine himselfe say thou but I And that bare vowell I shall poyson more Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice I am not I if there be such an I. Or those eyes shot that makes thee answere I If he be slaine say I or if not no. Briefe sounds determine of my weale or wo. Nur. I saw the wound I saw it with mine eyes God saue the marke here on his manly brest A pitteous Coarse a bloody piteous Coarse Pale pale as ashes all bedawb'd in blood All in gore blood I sounded at the sight Iul. O breake my heart Poore Banckrout breake at once To prison eyes nere looke on libertie Vile earth to earth resigne end motion here And thou and Romeo presse on heauie beere Nur. O Tybalt Tybalt the best Friend I had O curteous Tybalt honest Gentleman That euer I should liue to see thee dead Iul. What storme is this that blowes so contrarie Is Romeo slaughtred and is Tybalt dead My dearest Cozen and my dearer Lord Then dreadfull Trumpet sound the generall doome For who is liuing if those two are gone Nur. Tybalt is gone and Romeo banished Romeo that kil'd him he is banished Iul. O God! Did Rom'os hand shed Tybalts blood It did it did alas the day it did Nur. O Serpent heart hid with a flowring face Iul. Did euer Dragon keepe so faire a Caue Beautifull Tyrant fiend Angelicall Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen Woluish-rauening Lambe Dispised substance of Diuinest show Iust opposite to what thou iustly seem'st A dimne Saint an Honourable Villaine O Nature what had'st thou to doe in hell When thou did'st bower the spirit of a fiend In mortall paradise of such sweet flesh Was euer booke containing such vile matter So fairely bound O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous Pallace Nur. There 's no trust no faith no honestie in men All periu'rd all forsworne all naught all dissemblers Ah where 's my man giue me some Aqua-vitae These griefes these woes these sorrowes make me old Shame come to Romeo Iul. Blister'd be thy tongue For such a wish he was not borne to shame Vpon his brow shame is asham'd to
my promise Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship neuer may That state or Fortune fall into my keeping Which is not owed to you Exit Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour And long liue your Lordship Tim. I thanke you you shall heare from me anon Go not away What haue you there my Friend Pain A peece of Painting which I do beseech Your Lordship to accept Tim. Painting is welcome The Painting is almost the Naturall man For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature He is but out-side These Pensil'd Figures are Euen such as they giue out I like your worke And you shall finde I like it Waite attendance Till you heare further from me Pain The Gods preserue ye Tim. Well fare you Gentleman giue me your hand We must needs dine together sir your Iewell Hath suffered vnder praise Iewel What my Lord dispraise Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations If I should pay you for 't as 't is extold It would vnclew me quite Iewel My Lord 't is rated As those which sell would giue but you well know Things of like valew differing in the Owners Are prized by their Masters Beleeu't deere Lord You mend the Iewell by the wearing it Tim. Well mock'd Enter Apermantus Mer. No my good Lord he speakes y e common toong Which all men speake with him Tim. Looke who comes heere will you be chid Iewel Wee 'l beare with your Lordship Mer. Hee 'l spare none Tim. Good morrow to thee Gentle Apermantus Ape Till I be gentle stay thou for thy good morrow When thou art Timons dogge and these Knaues honest Tim. Why dost thou call them Knaues thou know'st them not Ape Are they not Athenians Tim. Yes Ape Then I repent not Iew. You know me Apemantus Ape Thou know'st I do I call'd thee by thy name Tim. Thou art proud Apemantus Ape Of nothing so much as that I am not like Timon Tim. Whether art going Ape To knocke out an honest Athenians braines Tim. That 's a deed thou 't dye for Ape Right if doing nothing be death by th' Law Tim. How lik'st thou this picture Apemantus Ape The best for the innocence Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it Ape He wrought better that made the Painter and yet he 's but a filthy peece of worke Pain Y' are a Dogge Ape Thy Mothers of my generation what 's she if I be a Dogge Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantus Ape No I eate not Lords Tim. And thou should'st thou d'st anger Ladies Ape O they eate Lords So they come by great bellies Tim. That 's a lasciuious apprehension Ape So thou apprehend'st it Take it for thy labour Tim. How dost thou like this Iewell Apemantus Ape Not so well as plain-dealing which wil not cast a man a Doit. Tim. What dost thou thinke 't is worth Ape Not worth my thinking How now Poet Poet. How now Philosopher Ape Thou lyest Poet. Art not one Ape Yes Poet. Then I lye not Ape Art not a Poet Poet. Yes Ape Then thou lyest Looke in thy last worke where thou hast fegin'd him a worthy Fellow Poet. That 's not feign'd he is so Ape Yes he is worthy of thee and to pay thee for thy labour He that loues to be flattered is worthy o' th flatterer Heauens that I were a Lord. Tim. What wouldst do then Apemantus Ape E'ne as Apemantus does now hate a Lord with my heart Tim. What thy selfe Ape I. Tim. Wherefore Ape That I had no angry wit to be a Lord. Art not thou a Merchant Mer. I Apemantus Ape Traffick confound thee if the Gods will not Mer. If Trafficke do it the Gods do it Ape Traffickes thy God thy God confound thee Trumpet sounds Enter a Messenger Tim. What Trumpets that Mes 'T is Alcibiades and some twenty Horse All of Companionship Tim. Pray entertaine them giue them guide to vs. You must needs dine with me go not you hence Till I haue thankt you when dinners done Shew me this peece I am ioyfull of your sights Enter Alcibiades with the rest Most welcome Sir Ape So so their Aches contract and sterue your supple ioynts that there should bee small loue amongest these sweet Knaues and all this Curtesie The straine of mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey Alc. Sir you haue sau'd my longing and I feed Most hungerly on your sight Tim. Right welcome Sir Ere we depart wee 'l share a bounteous time In different pleasures Pray you let vs in Exeunt Enter two Lords 1. Lord What time a day is' t Apemantus Ape Time to be honest 1 That time serues still Ape The most accursed thou that still omitst it 2 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feast Ape I to see meate fill Knaues and Wine heat fooles 2 Farthee well farthee well Ape Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice 2 Why Apemantus Ape Should'st haue kept one to thy selfe for I meane to giue thee none 1 Hang thy selfe Ape No I will do nothing at thy bidding Make thy requests to thy Friend 2 Away vnpeaceable Dogge Or I le spurne thee hence Ape I will flye like a dogge the heeles a' th' Asse 1 Hee 's opposite to humanity Comes shall we in And â—aste Lord Timons bountie he out-goes The verie heart of kindnesse 2 He powres it out Plutus the God of Gold Is but his Steward no meede but he repayes Seuen-fold aboue it selfe No guift to him But breeds the giuer a returne exceeding All vse of quittance 1 The Noblest minde he carries That euer gouern'd man 2 Long may he liue in Fortunes Shall we in I le keepe you Company Exeunt Hoboyes Playing lowd Musicke A great Banquet seru'd in and then Enter Lord Timon the States the Athenian Lords Ventigius which Timon redeem'd from prison Then comes dropping after all Apemantus discontentedly like himselfe Ventig Most honoured Timon It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age And call him to long peace He is gone happy and has left me rich Then as in gratefull Vertue I am bound To your free heart I do returne those Talents Doubled with thankes and seruice from whose helpe I deriu'd libertie Tim. O by no meanes Honest Ventigius You mistake my loue I gaue it freely euer and ther 's none Can truely say he giues if he receiues If our betters play at that game we must not dare To imitate them faults that are rich are faire Vint. A Noble spirit Tim. Nay my Lords Ceremony was but deuis'd at first To set a glosse on faint deeds hollow welcomes Recanting goodnesse sorry ere 't is showne But where there is true friendship there needs none Pray sit more welcome are ye to my Fortunes Then my Fortunes to me 1. Lord. My Lord we alwaies haue confest it Aper Ho ho confest it Handg'd it Haue you not Timo. O Apermantus you are welcome Aper No You shall not make me welcome I come to haue thee thrust me out of doores Tim. Fie th' art a churle ye ' haue got a humour
of my Lords meat Then they could smile and fawne vpon his debts And take downe th' Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes You do your selues but wrong to stirre me vp Let me passe quietly Beleeue 't my Lord and I haue made an end I haue no more to reckon he to spend Luci. I but this answer will not serue Stew. If 't 't will not serue 't is not so base as you For you serue Knaues 1. Varro How What does his casheer'd Worship mutter 2. Varro No matter what hee 's poore and that 's reuenge enough Who can speake broader then hee that has no house to put his head in Such may rayle against great buildings Enter Seruilius Tit. Oh heere 's Seruilius now wee shall know some answere Seru. If I might beseech you Gentlemen to repayre some other houre I should deriue much from 't For tak 't of my soule my Lord leanes wondrously to discontent His comfortable temper has forsooke him he 's much out of health and keepes his Chamber Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers are not sicke And if it be so farre beyond his health Me thinkes he should the sooner pay his debts And make a cleere way to the Gods Seruil Good Gods Titus We cannot take this for answer sir Flaminius within Seruilius helpe my Lord my Lord. Enter Timon in a rage Tim What are my dores oppos'd against my passage Haue I bin euer free and must my house Be my retentiue Enemy My Gaole The place which I haue Feasted does it now Like all Mankinde shew me an Iron heart Luci. Put in now Titus Tit. My Lord heere is my Bill Luci. Here 's mine 1. Var. And mine my Lord. 2. Var. And ours my Lord. Philo. All our Billes Tim. Knocke me downe with 'em cleaue mee to the Girdle Luc. Alas my Lord. Tim. Cut my heart in summes Tit. Mine fifty Talents Tim. Tell out my blood Luc. Fiue thousand Crownes my Lord. Tim. Fiue thousand drops payes that What yours and yours 1. Var. My Lord. 2. Var. My Lord. Tim. Teare me take me and the Gods fall vpon you Exit Timon Hort. Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their caps at their money these debts may well be call'd desperate ones for a madman owes ' em Exeunt Enter Timon Timon They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the slaues Creditors Diuels Stew. My deere Lord. Tim. What if it should be so Stew. My Lord. Tim. I le haue it so My Steward Stew. Heere my Lord. Tim. So fitly Go bid all my Friends againe Lucius Lucullus and Sempronius Vllorxa All I le once more feast the Rascals Stew. O my Lord you onely speake from your distracted soule there 's not so much left to furnish out a moderate Table Tim. Be it not in thy care Go I charge thee inuite them all let in the tide Of Knaues once more my Cooke and I le prouide Exeunt Enter three Senators at one doore Alcibiades meeting them with Attendants 1. Sen. My Lord you haue my voyce too 't The faults Bloody 'T is necessary he should dye Nothing imboldens sinne so much as Mercy 2 Most true the Law shall bruise ' em Alc. Honor health and compassion to the Senate 1 Now Captaine Alc. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues For pitty is the vertue of the Law And none but Tyrants vse it cruelly It pleases time and Fortune to lye heauie Vpon a Friend of mine who in hot blood Hath stept into the Law which is past depth To those that without heede do plundge intoo 't He is a Man setting his Fate aside of comely Vertues Nor did he soyle the fact with Cowardice And Honour in him which buyes out his fault But with a Noble Fury and faire spirit Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death He did oppose his Foe And with such sober and vnnoted passion He did behooue his anger ere 't was spent As if he had but prou'd an Argument 1 Sen. You vndergo too strict a Paradox Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire Your words haue tooke such paines as if they labour'd To bring Man-slaughter into forme and set Quarrelling Vpon the head of Valour which indeede Is Valour mis-begot and came into the world When Sects and Factions were newly borne Hee 's truly Valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breath And make his Wrongs his Out-sider To weare them like his Rayment carelessely And ne're preferre his iniuries to his heart To bring it into danger If Wrongs be euilles and inforce vs kill What Folly 't is to hazard life for Ill. Alci My Lord. 1. Sen. You cannot make grosse sinnes looke cleare To reuenge is no Valour but to beare Alci My Lords then vnder fauour pardon me If I speake like a Captaine Why do fond men expose themselues to Battell And not endure all threats Sleepe vpon 't And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats Without repugnancy If there be Such Valour in the bearing what make wee Abroad Why then Women are more valiant That stay at home if Bearing carry it And the Asse more Captaine then the Lyon The fellow loaden with Irons wiser then the Iudge If Wisedome be in suffering Oh my Lords As you are great be pittifully Good Who cannot condemne rashnesse in cold blood To kill I grant is sinnes extreamest Gust But in defence by Mercy 't is most iust To be in Anger is impietie But who is Man that is not Angrie Weigh but the Crime with this 2. Sen. You breath in vaine Alci In vaine His seruice done at Lacedemon and Bizantium Were a sufficient briber for his life 1 What 's that Alc. Why say my Lords ha's done faire seruice And slaine in fight many of your enemies How full of valour did he beare himselfe In the last Conflict and made plenteous wounds 2 He has made too much plenty with him He 's a sworne Riotor he has a sinne That often drownes him and takes his valour prisoner If there were no Foes that were enough To ouercome him In that Beastly furie He has bin knowne to commit outrages And cherrish Factions 'T is inferr'd to vs His dayes are foule and his drinke dangerous 1 He dyes Alci Hard fate he might haue dyed in warre My Lords if not for any parts in him Though his right arme might purchase his owne time And be in debt to none yet more to moue you Take my deserts to his and ioyne 'em both And for I know your reuerend Ages loue Security I le pawne my Victories all my Honour to you Vpon his good returnes If by this Crime he owes the Law his life Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore For Law is strict and Warre is nothing more 1 We are for Law he dyes vrge it no more On height of our displeasure Friend or Brother He forfeits his owne blood that spilles another Alc. Must it be so It must not bee My Lords I do beseech you know mee 2 How Alc. Call me to
And driue away the Vulgar from the streets So do you too where you perceiue them thicke These growing Feathers pluckt from Caesars wing Will make him flye an ordinary pitch Who else would soare aboue the view of men And keepe vs all in seruile fearefulnesse Exeunt Enter Caesar Antony for the Course Calphurnia Portia Decius Cicero Brutus Cassius Caska a Soothsayer after them Murellus and Flauius Caes Calphurnia Cask Peace ho Caesar speakes Caes Calphurnia Calp. Heere my Lord. Caes Stand you directly in Antonio's way When he doth run his course Antonio Ant. Caesar my Lord. Caes Forget not in your speed Antonio To touch Calphurnia for our Elders say The Barren touched in this holy chace Shake off their sterrile curse Ant. I shall remember When Caesar sayes Do this it is perform'd Caes Set on and leaue no Ceremony out Sooth. Caesar Caes Ha Who calles Cask Bid euery noyse be still peace yet againe Caes Who is it in the presse that calles on me I heare a Tongue shriller then all the Musicke Cry Caesar Speake Caesar is turn'd to heare Sooth. Beware the Ides of March. Caes What man is that Br. A Sooth-sayer bids you beware the Ides of March Caes Set him before me let me see his face Cassi Fellow come from the throng look vpon Caesar Caes What sayst thou to me now Speake once againe South Beware the Ides of March. Caes He is a Dreamer let vs leaue him Passe Sennet Exeunt Manet Brut. Cass Cassi Will you go see the order of the course Brut. Not I. Cassi I pray you do Brut. I am not Gamesom I do lacke some part Of that quicke Spirit that is in Antony Let me not hinder Cassius your desires I le leaue you Cassi Brutus I do obserue you now of late I haue not from your eyes that gentlenesse And shew of Loue as I was wont to haue You beare too stubborne and too strange a hand Ouer your Friend that loues you Bru. Cassius Be not deceiu'd If I haue veyl'd my looke I turne the trouble of my Countenance Meerely vpon my selfe Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference Conceptions onely proper to my selfe Which giue some soyle perhaps to my Behauiours But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd Among which number Cassius be you one Nor construe any further my neglect Then that poore Brutus with himselfe at warre Forgets the shewes of Loue to other men Cassi Then Brutus I haue much mistook your passion By meanes whereof this Brest of mine hath buried Thoughts of great value worthy Cogitations Tell me good Brutus Can you see your face Brutus No Cassius For the eye sees not it selfe but by reflection By some other things Cassius 'T is iust And it is very much lamented Brutus That you haue no such Mirrors as will turne Your hidden worthinesse into your eye That you might see your shadow I haue heard Where many of the best respect in Rome Except immortall Caesar speaking of Brutus And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake Haue wish'd that Noble Brutus had his eyes Bru. Into what dangers would you Leade me Cassius That you would haue me seeke into my selfe For that which is not in me Cas Therefore good Brutus be prepar'd to heare And since you know you cannot see your selfe So well as by Reflection I your Glasse Will modestly discouer to your selfe That of your selfe which you yet know not of And be not iealous on me gentle Brutus Were I a common Laughter or did vse To stale with ordinary Oathes my loue To euery new Protester if you know That I do fawne on men and hugge them hard And after scandall them Or if you know That I professe my selfe in Banquetting To all the Rout then hold me dangerous Flourish and Shout Bru. What meanes this Showting I do feare the People choose Caesar For their King Cassi I do you feare it Then must I thinke you would not haue it so Bru. I would not Cassius yet I loue him well But wherefore do you hold me heere so long What is it that you would impart to me If it be ought toward the generall good Set Honor in one eye and Death i' th other And I will looke on both indifferently For let the Gods so speed mee as I loue The name of Honor more then I feare death Cassi I know that vertue to be in you Brutus As well as I do know your outward fauour Well Honor is the subiect of my Story I cannot tell what you and other men Thinke of this life But for my single selfe I had as liefe not be as liue to be In awe of such a Thing as I my selfe I was borne free as Caesar so were you We both haue fed as well and we can both Endure the Winters cold as well as hee For once vpon a Rawe and Gustie day The troubled Tyber chasing with her Shores Caesar saide to me Dar'st thou Cassius now Leape in with me into this angry Flood And swim to yonder Point Vpon the word Accoutred as I was I plunged in And bad him follow so indeed he did The Torrent roar'd and we did buffet it With lusty Sinewes throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of Controuersie But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd Caesar cride Helpe me Cassius or I sinke I as Aeneas our great Ancestor Did from the Flames of Troy vpon his shoulder The old Anchyses beare so from the waues of Tyber Did I the tyred Caesar And this Man Is now become a God and Cassius is A wretched Creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelesly but nod on him He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine And when the Fit was on him I did marke How he did shake T is true this God did shake His Coward lippes did from their colour flye And that same Eye whose bend doth awe the World Did loose his Lustre I did heare him grone I and that Tongue of his that bad the Romans Marke him and write his Speeches in their Bookes Alas it cried Giue me some drinke Titinius As a sicke Girle Ye Gods it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the Maiesticke world And beare the Palme alone Shout Flourish Bru. Another generall shout I do beleeue that these applauses are For some new Honors that are heap'd on Caesar Cassi Why man he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus and we petty men Walke vnder his huge legges and peepe about To finde our selues dishonourable Graues Men at sometime are Masters of their Fates The fault deere Brutus is not in our Starres But in our Selues that we are vnderlings Brutus and Caesar What should be in that Caesar Why should that name be sounded more then yours Write them together Yours is as faire a Name Sound them it doth become the mouth aswell Weigh them it is as heauy Coniure with 'em Brutus will start a Spirit as soone as Caesar Now
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