as sure as English Henry liues And as his Father here was Conqueror As sure as in this late betrayed Towne Great Cordelions Heart was buryed So sure I sweare to get the Towne or dye Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy Vowes Talb. But ere we goe regard this dying Prince The valiant Duke of Bedford Come my Lord We will bestow you in some better place Fitter for sicknesse and for crasie age Bedf. Lord Talbot doe not so dishonour me Here will I sit before the Walls of Roan And will be partner of your weale or woe Burg. Couragious Bedford let vs now perswade you Bedf. Not to be gone from hence for once I read That stout Pendragon in his Litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts Because I euer found them as my selfe Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast Then be it so Heauens keepe old Bedford safe And now no more adoe braue Burgonie But gather we our Forces out of hand And set vpon our boasting Enemie Exit An Alarum Excursions Enter Sir Iohn Falstaffe and a Captaine Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe in such haste Falst Whither away to saue my selfe by flight We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe Capt. What will you flye and leaue Lord Talbot Falst I all the Talbots in the World to saue my life Exit Capt. Cowardly Knight ill fortune follow thee Exit Retreat Excursions Pucell Alanson and Charles flye Bedf. Now quiet Soule depart when Heauen please For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow What is the trust or strength of foolish man They that of late were daring with their scoffes Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues Bedford dyes and is carryed in by two in his Chaire An Alarum Enter Talbot Burgonie and the rest Talb. Lost and recouered in a day againe This is a double Honor Burgonie Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot Burgonie Inshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble Deeds as Valors Monuments Talb. Thanks gentle Duke but where is Pucel now I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe Now where 's the Bastards braues and Charles his glikes What all amort Roan hangs her head for griefe That such a valiant Company are fled Now will we take some order in the Towne Placing therein some expert Officers And then depart to Paris to the King For there young Henry with his Nobles lye Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgonie Talb. But yet before we goe let 's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford late deceas'd But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die For that 's the end of humane miserie Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter Charles Bastard Alanson Pucell Pucell Dismay not Princes at this accident Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered Care is no cure but rather corrosiue For things that are not to be remedy'd Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle Wee 'le pull his Plumes and take away his Trayne If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd Charles We haue been guided by thee hitherto And of thy Cunning had no diffidence One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust Bastard Search out thy wit for secret pollicies And we will make thee famous through the World Alans Wee 'le set thy Statue in some holy place And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint Employ thee then sweet Virgin for our good Pucell Then thus it must be this doth Ioane deuise By faire perswasions mixt with sugred words We will entice the Duke of Burgonie To leaue the Talbot and to follow vs. Charles I marry Sweeting if we could doe that France were no place for Henryes Warriors Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs But be extirped from our Prouinces Alans For euer should they be expuls'd from France And not haue Title of an Earledome here Pucell Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke To bring this matter to the wished end Drumme sounds a farre off Hearke by the sound of Drumme you may perceiue Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward Here sound an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours spred And all the Troupes of English after him French March. Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde Summon a Parley we will talke with him Trumpets sound a Parley Charles A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie Pucell The Princely Charles of France thy Countrey-man Burg. What say'st thou Charles for I am marching hence Charles Speake Pucell and enchaunt him with thy words Pucell Braue Burgonie vndoubted hope of France Stay let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee Burg. Speake on but be not ouer-tedious Pucell Looke on thy Country look on fertile France And see the Cities and the Townes defac't By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes See see the pining Maladie of France Behold the Wounds the most vnnaturall Wounds Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest Oh turne thy edged Sword another way Strike those that hurt and hurt not those that helpe One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words Or Nature makes me suddenly relent Pucell Besides all French and France exclaimes on thee Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie Who ioyn'st thou with but with a Lordly Nation That will not trust thee but for profits sake When Talbot hath set footing once in France And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill Who then but English Henry will be Lord And thou be thrust out like a Fugitiue Call we to minde and marke but this for proofe Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe And was he not in England Prisoner But when they heard he was thine Enemie They set him free without his Ransome pay'd In spight of Burgonie and all his friends See then thou fight'st against thy Countreymen And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men Come come returne returne thou wandering Lord Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes Burg. I am vanquished These haughtie wordes of hers Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees Forgiue me Countrey and sweet Countreymen And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace My Forces and my Power of Men are yours So farwell Talbot I le no longer trust thee Pucell Done like a Frenchman turne and turne againe Charles Welcome braue Duke thy friendship makes vs fresh Bastard And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts Alans Pucell hath brauely play'd
at thy dyn Cal. No 'pray thee I must obey his Art is of such pow'r It would controll my Dams god Setebos And make a vassaile of him Pro. So slaue hence Exit Cal. Enter Ferdinand Ariel inuisible playing singing Ariel Song Come vnto these yellow sands and then take hands Curt sied when you haue and kist the wilde waues whist Foote it featly heere and there and sweete Sprights beare the burthen Burthen dispersedly Harke harke bowgh wawgh the watch-Dogges barke bowgh-wawgh Ar. Hark hark I heare the straine of strutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe Fer. Where shold this Musick be I' th aire or th' earth It sounds no more and sure it waytes vpon Some God ' o th' Iland sitting on a banke Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters Allaying both their fury and my passion With it's sweet ayre thence I haue follow'd it Or it hath drawne me rather but 't is gone No it begins againe Ariell Song Full fadom fiue thy Father lies Of his bones are Corrall made Those are pearles that were his eies Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a Sea-change Into something rich strange Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell Burthen ding-dong Harke now I heare them ding-dong bell Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father This is no mortall busines nor no found That the earth owes I heare it now aboue me Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance And say what thou see'st yond Mira. What is' t a Spirit Lord how it lookes about Beleeue me sir It carries a braue forme But 't is a spirit Pro. No wench it eats and sleeps hath such senses As we haue such This Gallant which thou seest Was in the wracke and but hee 's something stain'd With greefe that 's beauties canker y u might'st call him A goodly person he hath lost his fellowes And strayes about to finde ' em Mir. I might call him A thing diuine for nothing naturall I euer saw so Noble Pro. It goes on I see As my soule prompts it Spirit fine spirit I le free thee Within two dayes for this Fer. Most sure the Goddesse On whom these ayres attend Vouchsafe my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Island And that you will some good instruction giue How I may beare me heere my prime request Which I do last pronounce is O you wonder If you be Mayd or no Mir. No wonder Sir But certainly a Mayd Fer. My Language Heauens I am the best of them that speake this speech Were I but where 't is spoken Pro. How the best What wer 't thou if the King of Naples heard thee Fer. A single thing as I am now that wonders To heare thee speake of Naples he do's heare me And that he do's I weepe my selfe am Naples Who with mine eyes neuer since at ebbe beheld The King my Father wrack't Mir. Alacke for mercy Fer. Yes faith all his Lords the Duke of Millaine And his braue sonne being twaine Pro. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter could controll thee If now 't were sit to do 't At the first sight They haue chang'd eyes Delicate Ariel I le set thee free for this A word good Sir I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong A word Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently This Is the third man that ere I saw the first That ere I sigh'd for pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way Fer. O if a Virgin And your affection not gone forth I le make you The Queene of Naples Pro. Soft sir one word more They are both in eythers pow'rs But this swift busines I must vneasie make least too light winning Make the prize light One word more I charge thee That thou attend me Thou do'st heere vsurpe The name thou ow'st not and hast put thy selfe Vpon this Island as a spy to win it From me the Lord on 't Fer. No as I am a man Mir. Ther 's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house Good things will striue to dwell with 't Pro. Follow me Pros Speake not you for him hee 's a Traitor come I le manacle thy necke and feete together Sea water shalt thou drinke thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Mussels wither'd roots and huskes Wherein the Acorne cradled Follow Fer. No I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy ha's more pow'r He drawes and is charmed from mouing Mira. O deere Father Make not too rash a triall of him for Hee 's gentle and not fearfull Pros What I say My foote my Tutor Put thy sword vp Traitor Who mak'st a shew but dar'st not strike thy conscience Is so possest with guilt Come from thy ward For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke And make thy weapon drop Mira. Beseech you Father Pros Hence hang not on my garments Mira. Sir haue pity I le be his surety Pros Silence One word more Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee What An aduocate for an Impostor Hush Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he Hauing seene but him and Caliban Foolish wench To th' most of men this is a Caliban And they to him are Angels Mira. My affections Are then most humble I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man Pros Come on obey Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe And haue no vigour in them Fer. So they are My spirits as in a dreame are all bound vp My Fathers losse the weaknesse which I feele The wracke of all my friends nor this mans threats To whom I am subdude are but light to me Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Mayd all corners else o' th' Earth Let liberty make vse of space enough Haue I in such a prison Pros It workes Come on Thou hast done well fine Ariell follow me Harke what thou else shalt do mee Mira. Be of comfort My Fathers of a better nature Sir Then he appeares by speech this is vnwonted Which now came from him Pros Thou shalt be as free As mountaine windes but then exactly do All points of my command Ariell To th' syllable Pros Come follow speake not for him Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo Adrian Francisco and others Gonz. Beseech you Sir be merry you haue cause So haue we all of ioy for our escape Is much beyond our losse our hint of woe Is common euery day some Saylors wife The Masters of some Merchant and the Merchant Haue iust our Theame of woe But for the miracle I meane our preseruation few in millions Can speake like vs then wisely good Sir weigh Our sorrow with our comfort Alons Prethee peace Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so Seb. Looke hee 's winding vp the watch of his wit By and by it will strike Gon. Sir Seb. One Tell. Gon.
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
an oyster of me he shall neuer make me such a foole one woman is faire yet I am well another is wise yet I am well another vertuous yet I am well but till all graces be in one woman one woman shall not come in my grace rich shee shall be that 's certaine wise or I le none vertuous or I le neuer cheapen her faire or I le neuer looke on her milde or come not neere me Noble or not for an Angell of good discourse an excellent Musitian and her haire shal be of what colour it please God hah the Prince and Monsieur Loue I will hide me in the Arbor Enter Prince Leonato Claudio and Iacke Wilson Prin. Come shall we heare this musicke Claud. Yea my good Lord how still the euening is As husht on purpose to grace harmonie Prin. See you where Benedicke hath hid himselfe Clau. O very well my Lord the musicke ended Wee 'll fit the kid-foxe with a penny worth Prince Come Balthasar wee 'll heare that song again Balth. O good my Lord taxe not so bad a voyce To slander musicke any more then once Prin. It is the witnesse still of excellency To slander Musicke any more then once Prince It is the witnesse still of excellencie To put a strange face on his owne perfection I pray thee sing and let me woe no more Balth. Because you talke of wooing I will sing Since many a wooer doth commence his suit To her he thinkes not worthy yet he wooes Yet will he sweare he loues Prince Nay pray thee come Or if thou wilt hold longer argument Doe it in notes Balth. Note this before my notes There 's not a note of mine that 's worth the noting Prince Why these are very crotchets that he speaks Note notes forsooth and nothing Bene. Now diuine aire now is his soule rauisht is it not strange that sheepes guts should hale soules out of mens bodies well a horne for my money when all 's done The Song Sigh no more Ladies sigh no more Men were deceiuers euer One foote in Sea and one on shore To one thing constant neuer Then sigh not so but let them goe And be you blithe and bonnis Conuerting all your sounds of woe Into hey nony nony Sing no more ditties sing no moe Of dumps so dull and heauy The fraud of men were euer so Since summer first was leauy Then sigh not so c. Prince By my troth a good song Balth. And an ill singer my Lord. Prince Ha no no faith thou singst well enough for a shift Ben. And he had been a dog that should haue howld thus they would haue hang'd him and I pray God his bad voyce bode no mischiefe I had as liefe haue heard the night-rauen come what plague could haue come after it Prince Yea marry dost thou heare Balthasar I pray thee get vs some excellent musick for to morrow night we would haue it at the Lady Heroes chamber window Balth. The best I can my Lord. Exit Balthasar Prince Do so farewell Come hither Leonato what was it you told me of to day that your Niece Beatrice was in loue with signior Benedicke Cla. O I stalke on stalke on the foule sits I did neuer thinke that Lady would haue loued any man Leon. No nor I neither but most wonderful that she should so dote on Signior Benedicke whom shee hath in all outward behauiours seemed euer to abhorre Bene. Is' t possible sits the winde in that corner Leo. By my troth my Lord I cannot tell what to thinke of it but that she loues him with an inraged affection it is past the infinite of thought Prince May be she doth but counterfeit Claud. Faith like enough Leon. O God! counterfeit there was neuer counterfeit of passion came so neere the life of passion as she discouers it Prince Why what effects of passion shewes she Claud. Baite the hooke well this fish will bite Leon. What effects my Lord shee will sit you you heard my daughter tell you how Clau. She did indeed Prin. How how I pray you you amaze me I would haue thought her spirit had beene inuincible against all assaults of affection Leo. I would haue sworne it had my Lord especially against Benedicke Bene. I should thinke this a gull but that the white-bearded fellow speakes it knauery cannot sure hide himselfe in such reuerence Claud. He hath tane th' infection hold it vp Prince Hath shee made her affection known to Benedicke Leonato No and sweares she neuer will that 's her torment Claud. 'T is true indeed so your daughter saies shall I saies she that haue so oft encountred him with scorne write to him that I loue him Leo. This saies shee now when shee is beginning to write to him for shee 'll be vp twenty times a night and there will she sit in her smocke till she haue writ a sheet of paper my daughter tells vs all Clau. Now you talke of a sheet of paper I remember a pretty iest your daughter told vs of Leon. O when she had writ it was reading it ouer she found Benedicke and Beatrice betweene the sheete Clau. That Leon. O she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence raild at her self that she should be so immodest to write to one that shee knew would flout her I measure him saies she by my owne spirit for I should flout him if hee writ to mee yea though I loue him I should Clau. Then downe vpon her knees she falls weepes sobs beates her heart teares her hayre praies curses O sweet Benedicke God giue me patience Leon. She doth indeed my daughter saies so and the extasie hath so much ouerborne her that my daughter is somtime afeard she will doe a desperate out-rage to her selfe it is very true Princ. It were good that Benedicke knew of it by some other if she will not discouer it Clau. To what end he would but make a sport of it and torment the poore Lady worse Prin. And he should it were an almes to hang him shee 's an excellent sweet Lady and out of all suspition she is vertuous Claudio And she is exceeding wise Prince In euery thing but in louing Benedicke Leon. O my Lord wisedome and bloud combating in so tender a body we haue ten proofes to one that bloud hath the victory I am sorry for her as I haue iust cause being her Vncle and her Guardian Prince I would shee had bestowed this dotage on mee I would haue daft all other respects and made her halfe my selfe I pray you tell Benedicke of it and heare what he will say Leon. Were it good thinke you Clau. Hero thinkes surely she wil die for she saies she will die if hee loue her not and shee will die ere shee make her loue knowne and she will die if hee wooe her rather than shee will bate one breath of her accustomed crossenesse Prin. She doth well if she should make tender of her loue 't is very possible hee
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
borne this will breake out To all our sorrowes and ere long I doubt Exeunt Io. They burn in indignation I repent Enter Mes There is no sure foundation set on blood No certaine life atchieu'd by others death A fearefull eye thou hast Where is that blood That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes So foule a skie cleeres not without a storme Poure downe thy weather how goes all in France Mes From France to England neuer such a powre For any forraigne preparation Was leuied in the body of a land The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them For when you should be told they do prepare The tydings comes that they are all arriu'd Ioh. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke Where hath it slept Where is my Mothers care That such an Army could be drawne in France And she not heare of it Mes My Liege her eare Is stopt with dust the first of Aprill di'de Your noble mother and as I heare my Lord The Lady Constance in a frenzie di'de Three dayes before but this from Rumors tongue I idely heard if true or false I know not Iohn With-hold thy speed dreadfull Occasion O make a league with me 'till I haue pleas'd My discontented Peeres What Mother dead How wildely then walkes my Estate in France Vnder whose conduct came those powres of France That thou for truth giu'st out are landed heere Mes Vnder the Dolphin Enter Bastard and Peter of Pomfret Ioh. Thou hast made me giddy With these ill tydings Now What sayes the world To your proceedings Do not seeke to stuffe My head with more ill newes for it is full Bast But if you be a-feard to heare the worst Then let the worst vn-heard fall on your head Iohn Beare with me Cosen for I was amaz'd Vnder the tide but now I breath againe Aloft the flood and can giue audience To any tongue speake it of what it will Bast How I haue sped among the Clergy men The summes I haue collected shall expresse But as I trauail'd hither through the land I finde the people strangely fantasied Possest with rumors full of idle dreames Not knowing what they feare but full of feare And here 's a Prophet that I brought with me From forth the streets of Pomfret whom I found With many hundreds treading on his heeles To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes That ere the next Ascension day at noone Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne Iohn Thou idle Dreamer wherefore didst thou so Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out so Iohn Hubert away with him imprison him And on that day at noone whereon he sayes I shall yeeld vp my Crowne let him be hang'd Deliuer him to safety and returne For I must vse thee O my gentle Cosen Hear'st thou the newes abroad who are arriu'd Bast The French my Lord mens mouths are ful of it Besides I met Lord Bigot and Lord Salisburie With eyes as red as new enkindled fire And others more going to seeke the graue Of Arthur whom they say is kill'd to night on your suggestion Iohn Gentle kinsman go And thrust thy selfe into their Companies I haue a way to winne their loues againe Bring them before me Bast I will seeke them out Iohn Nay but make haste the better foote before O let me haue no subiect enemies When aduerse Forreyners affright my Townes With dreadfull pompe of stout inuasion Be Mercurie set feathers to thy heeles And flye like thought from them to me againe Bast The spirit of the time shall teach me speed Exit Iohn Spoke like a sprightfull Noble Gentleman Go after him for he perhaps shall neede Some Messenger betwixt me and the Peeres And be thou hee Mes With all my heart my Liege Iohn My mother dead Enter Hubert Hub. My Lord they say fiue Moones were seene to night Foure fixed and the fift did whirle about The other foure in wondrous motion Ioh. Fiue Moones Hub. Old men and Beldames in the streets Do prophesie vpon it dangerously Yong Arthurs death is common in their mouths And when they talke of him they shake their heads And whisper one another in the eare And he that speakes doth gripe the hearers wrist Whilst he that heares makes fearefull action With wrinkled browes with nods with rolling eyes I saw a Smith stand with his hammer thus The whilst his Iron did on the Anuile coole With open mouth swallowing a Taylors newes Who with his Sheeres and Measure in his hand Standing on slippers which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust vpon contrary feete Told of a many thousand warlike French That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent Another leane vnwash'd Artificer Cuts off his tale and talkes of Arthurs death Io. Why seek'st thou to possesse me with these feares Why vrgest thou so oft yong Arthurs death Thy hand hath murdred him I had a mighty cause To wish him dead but thou hadst none to kill him H No had my Lord why did you not prouoke me Iohn It is the curse of Kings to be attended By slaues that take their humors for a warrant To breake within the bloody house of life And on the winking of Authoritie To vnderstand a Law to know the meaning Of dangerous Maiesty when perchance it frownes More vpon humor then aduis'd respect Hub. Heere is your hand and Seale for what I did Ioh. Oh when the last accompt twixt heauen earth Is to be made then shall this hand and Seale Witnesse against vs to damnation How oft the sight of meanes to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done Had'st not thou beene by A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd Quoted and sign'd to do a deede of shame This murther had not come into my minde But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect Finding thee fit for bloody villanie Apt liable to be employ'd in danger I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death And thou to be endeered to a King Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince Hub. My Lord. Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head or made a pause When I spake darkely what I purposed Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face As bid me tell my tale in expresse words Deepe shame had struck me dumbe made me break off And those thy feares might haue wrought feares in me But thou didst vnderstand me by my signes And didst in signes againe parley with sinne Yea without stop didst let thy heart consent And consequently thy rude hand to acte The deed which both our tongues held vilde to name Out of my sight and neuer see me more My Nobles leaue me and my State is braued Euen at my gates with rankes of forraigne powres Nay in the body of this fleshly Land This kingdome this Confine of blood and breathe Hostilitie and ciuill tumult reignes Betweene my conscience and my Cosins death Hub. Arme you against your other enemies I le make a peace betweene your soule and you Yong Arthur is aliue This hand of mine Is
yet a maiden and an innocent hand Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood Within this bosome neuer entred yet The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde Then to be butcher of an innocent childe Iohn Doth Arthur liue O hast thee to the Peeres Throw this report on their incensed rage And make them tame to their obedience Forgiue the Comment that my passion made Vpon thy feature for my rage was blinde And foule immaginarie eyes of blood Presented thee more hideous then thou art Oh answer not but to my Closset bring The angry Lords with all expedient hast I coniure thee but slowly run more fast Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Arthur on the walles Ar. The Wall is high and yet will I leape downe Good ground be pittifull and hurt me not There 's few or none do know me if they did This Ship-boyes semblance hath disguis'd me quite I am afraide and yet I le venture it If I get downe and do not breake my limbes I le finde a thousand shifts to get away As good to dye and go as dye and stay Oh me my Vnckles spirit is in these stones Heauen take my soule and England keep my bones Dies Enter Pembroke Salisburry Bigot Sal. Lords I will meet him at S. Edmondsbury It is our safetie and we must embrace This gentle offer of the perillous time Pem. Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall Sal. The Count Meloone a Noble Lord of France Whose priuate with me of the Dolphines loue Is much more generall then these lines import Big To morrow morning let vs meete him then Sal. Or rather then set forward for 't will be Two long dayes iourney Lords or ere we meete Enter Bastard Bast Once more to day well met distemper'd Lords The King by me requests your presence straight Sal. The king hath dispossest himselfe of vs We will not lyne his thin-bestained cloake With our pure Honors nor attend the foote That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkes Returne and tell him so we know the worst Bast What ere you thinke good words I thinke were best Sal. Our greefes and not our manners reason now Bast But there is little reason in your greefe Therefore 't were reason you had manners now Pem. Sir sir impatience hath his priuiledge Bast 'T is tâ—ue to hurt his master no mans else Sal. This is the prison What is he lyes heere P. Oh death made proud with pure princely beuty The earth had not a hole to hide this deede Sal. Murther as hating what himselfe hath done Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge Big Or when he doom'd this Beautie to a graue Found it too precious Princely for a graue Sal. Sir Richard what thinke you you haue beheld Or haue you read or heard or could you thinke Or do you almost thinke although you see That you do see Could thought without this obiect Forme such another This is the very top The heighth the Crest or Crest vnto the Crest Of murthers Armes This is the bloodiest shame The wildest Saâ—agery the vildest stroke That euer wall-ey'd wrath or staring rage Presented to the teares of soft remorse Pem. All murthers past do stand excus'd in this And this so sole and so vnmatcheable Shall giue a holinesse a puritie To the yet vnbegotten sinne of times And proue a deadly blood-shed but a iest Exampled by this heynous spectacle Bast It is a damned and a bloody worke The gracelesse action of a heauy hand If that it be the worke of any hand Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand We had a kinde of light what would ensue It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand The practice and the purpose of the king From whose obedience I forbid my soule Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence The Incense of a Vow a holy Vow Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world Neuer to be infected with delight Nor conuersant with Ease and Idlenesse Till I haue set a glory to this hand By giuing it the worship of Reuenge Pem. Big Our soules religiously confirme thy words Enter Hubert Hub. Lords I am hot with haste in seeking you Arthur doth liue the king hath sent for you Sal. Oh he is bold and blushes not at death Auant thou hatefull villain get thee gone Hu. I am no villaine Sal. Must I rob the Law Bast Your sword is bright sir put it vp againe Sal. Not till I sheath it in a murtherers skin Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury stand backe I say By heauen I thinke my sword 's as sharpe as yours I would not haue you Lord forget your selfe Nor tempt the danger of my true defence Least I by marking of your rage forget your Worth your Greatnesse and Nobility Big Out dunghill dar'st thou braue a Nobleman Hub. Not for my life But yet I dare defend My innocent life against an Emperor Sal. Thou art a Murtherer Hub. Do not proue me so Yet I am none Whose tongue so ere speakes false Not truely speakes who speakes not truly Lies Pem. Cut him to peeces Bast Keepe the peace I say Sal. Stand by or I shall gaul you Faulconbridge Bast Thou wer't better gaul the diuell Salsbury If thou but frowne on me or stirre thy foote Or teach thy hastie spleene to do me shame I le strike thee dead Put vp thy sword betime Or I le so maule you and your tosting-Iron That you shall thinke the diuell is come from hell Big What wilt thou do renowned Faulconbridge Second a Villaine and a Murtherer Hub. Lord Bigot I am none Big Who kill'd this Prince Hub. 'T is not an houre since I left him well I honour'd him I lou'd him and will weepe My date of life out for his sweete liues losse Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes For villanie is not without such rheume And he long traded in it makes it seeme Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie Away with me all you whose soules abhorre Th' vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter-house For I am stifled with this smell of sinne Big Away toward Burie to the Dolphin there P. There tel the king he may inquire vs out Ex Lords Ba. Here 's a good world knew you of this faire work Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie If thou didst this deed of death art y u damn'd Hubert Hub Do but heare me sir Bast Ha I le tell thee what Thou' rt damn'd as blacke nay nothing is so blacke Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be if thou didst kill this childe Hub. Vpon my soule Bast If thou didst but consent To this most cruell Act do but dispaire And if thou want'st a Cord the smallest thred That euer Spider twisted from her wombe
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
our drinke Pom. Let 's ha't good Souldier Ant. Come let 's all take hands Till that the conquering Wine hath steep't our sense In soft and delicate Lethe Eno. All take hands Make battery to our eares with the loud Musicke The while I le place you then the Boy shall sing The holding euery man shall beate as loud As his strong sides can volly Musicke Playes Enobarbus places them hand in hand The Song Come thou Monarch of the Vine Plumpie Bacchus with pinke eyne In thy Fattes our Cares be drown'd With thy Grapes our haires be Crown'd Cup vs till the world go round Cup vs till the world go round Caesar What would you more Pompey goodnight Good Brother Let me request you of our grauer businesse Frownes at this leuitie Gentle Lords let 's part You see we haue burnt our cheekes Strong Enobarbe Is weaker then the Wine and mine owne tongue Spleet's what it speakes the wilde disguise hath almost Antickt vs all What needs more words goodnight Good Anthony your hand Pom. I le try you on the shore Anth. And shall Sir giues your hand Pom. Oh Anthony you haue my Father house But what we are Friends Come downe into the Boate. Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas I le not on shore No to my Cabin these Drummes These Trumpets Flutes what Let Neptune heare we bid aloud farewell To these great Fellowes Sound and be hang'd sound out Sound a Flourish with Drummes Enor Hoo saies a there 's my Cap. Men. Hoa Noble Captaine come Exeunt Enter Ventidius as it were in triumph the dead body of Pacorus borne before him Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou stroke and now Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Crassus death Make me reuenger Beare the Kings Sonnes body Before our Army thy Pacorus Orades Paies this for Marcus Crassus Romaine Noble Ventidius Whil'st yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme The Fugitiue Parthians follow Spurre through Media Mesapotamia and the shelters whether The routed flie So thy grand Captaine Anthony Shall set thee on triumphant Chariots and Put Garlands on thy head Ven. Oh Sillius Sillius I haue done enough A lower place note well May make too great an act For learne this Sillius Better to leaue vndone then by our deed Acquire too high a Fame when him we serues away Caesar and Anthony haue euer wonne More in their officer then person Sossius One of my place in Syria his Lieutenant For quicke accumulation of renowne Which he atchiu'd by ' th' minute lost his fauour Who does i' th' Warres more then his Captaine can Becomes his Captaines Captaine and Ambition The Souldiers vertue rather makes choise of losse Then gaine which darkens him I could do more to do Anthonius good But 't would offend him And in his offence Should my performance perish Rom. Thou hast Ventidius that without the which a Souldier and his Sword graunts scarce distinction thou wilt write to Anthony Ven. I le humbly signifie what in his name That magicall word of Warre we haue effected How with his Banners and his well paid ranks The nere-yet beaten Horse of Parthia We haue iaded out o' th' Field Rom. Where is he now Ven. He purposeth to Athens whither with what hast The waight we must conuay with 's will permit We shall appeare before him On there passe along Exeunt Enter Agrippa at one doore Enobarbus at another Agri. What are the Brothers parted Eno. They haue dispatcht with Pompey he is gone The other three are Sealing Octauia weepes To part from Rome Caesar is sad and Lepidus Since Pompey's feast as Menas saies is troubled With the Greene-Sicknesse Agri. 'T is a Noble Lepidus Eno. A very fine one oh how he loues Caesar Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mark Anthony Eno. Caesar why he 's the Iupiter of men Ant. What 's Anthony the God of Iupiter Eno. Spake you of Caesar How the non-pareill Agri. Oh Anthony oh thou Arabian Bird Eno. Would you praise Caesar say Caesar go no further Agr. Indeed he plied them both with excellent praises Eno. But he loues Caesar best yet he loues Anthony Hoo Hearts Tongues Figure Scribes Bards Poets cannot Thinke speake cast write sing number hoo His loue to Anthony But as for Caesar Kneele downe kneele downe and wonder Agri. Both he loues Eno. They are his Shards and he their Beetle so This is to horse Adieu Noble Agrippa Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier and farewell Enter Caesar Anthony Lepidus and Octauia Antho. No further Sir Caesar You take from me a great part of my selfe Vse me well in 't Sister proue such a wife As my thoughts make thee and as my farthest Band Shall passe on thy approofe most Noble Anthony Let not the peece of Vertue which is set Betwixt vs as the Cyment of our loue To keepe it builded be the Ramme to batter The Fortresse of it for better might we Haue lou'd without this meane if on both parts This be not cherisht Ant. Make me not offended in your distrust Caesar I haue said Ant. You shall not finde Though you be therein curious the lest cause For what you seeme to feare so the Gods keepe you And make the hearts of Romaines serue your ends We will heere part Caesar Farewell my deerest Sister fare thee well The Elements be kind to thee and make Thy spirits all of comfort fare thee well Octa. My Noble Brother Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes it is Loues spring And these the showers to bring it on be cheerfull Octa. Sir looke well to my Husbands house and Caesar What Octauia Octa. I le tell you in your eare Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart nor can Her â—eart informe her tongue The Swannes downe feather That stands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide And neither way inclines Eno. Will Caesar weepe Agr. He ha's a cloud in 's face Eno. He were the worse for that were he a Horse so is he being aâ—man Agri. Why Enobarbus When Anthony found Iulius Caesar dead He cried almost to roaring And he wept When at Phillippi he found Brutus slaine Eno. That year indeed he was trobled with a rheume What willingly he did confound he wail'd Beleeu 't till I weepe too Caesar No sweet Octauia You shall heare from me still the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you Ant. Come Sir come I le wrastle with you in my strength of loue Looke heere I haue you thus I let you go And giue you to the Gods Caesar Adieu be happy Lep. Let all the number of the Starres giue light To thy faire way Caesar Farewell farewell Kisses Octauia Ant. Farewell Trumpets sound Exeunt Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras and Alexas Cleo. Where is the Fellow Alex. Halfe afeard to come Cleo. Go too go too Come hither Sir Enter the Messenger as before Alex. Good Maiestie Herod of Iury dare not looke vpon you but when you are well pleas'd Cleo. That Herods head I le haue but how When Anthony is
Ant. Nay good my Lord be not angry Gon. No I warrant you I vvill not aduenture my discretion so weakly Will you laugh me asleepe for I am very heauy Ant. Go sleepe and heare vs. Alon. What all so soone asleepe I wish mine eyes Would with themselues shut vp my thoughts I finde they are inclin'd to do so Seb. Please you Sir Do not omit the heauy offer of it It sildome visits sorrow when it doth it is a Comforter Ant. We two my Lord will guard your person While you take your rest and watch your safety Alon. Thanke you Wondrous heauy Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them Ant. It is the quality o' th' Clymate Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke I finde Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep Ant. Nor I my spirits are nimble They fell together all as by consent They dropt as by a Thunder-stroke what might Worthy Sebastian O what might no more And yet me thinkes I see it in thy face What thou should'st be th' occasion speaks thee and My strong imagination see 's a Crowne Dropping vpon thy head Seb. What art thou waking Ant. Do you not heare me speake Seb. I do and surely It is a sleepy Language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleepe What is it thou didst say This is a strange repose to be asleepe With eyes wide open standing speaking mouing And yet so fast asleepe Ant. Noble Sebastian Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe die rather wink'st Whiles thou art waking Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly There 's meaning in thy snores Ant. I am more serious then my custome you Must be so too if heed me which to do Trebbles thee o're Seb. Well I am standing water Ant. I le teach you how to flow Seb. Do so to ebbe Hereditary Sloth instructs me Ant. O! If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mocke it how in stripping it You more inuest it ebbing men indeed Most often do so neere the bottome run By their owne feare or sloth Seb. ' Pre-thee say on The setting of thine eye and cheeke proclaime A matter from thee and a birth indeed Which throwes thee much to yeeld Ant. Thus Sir Although this Lord of weake remembrance this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd hath here almost perswaded For hee 's a Spirit of perswasion onely Professes to perswade the King his sonne 's aliue 'T is as impossible that hee 's vndrown'd As he that sleepes heere swims Seb. I haue no hope That hee 's vndrown'd Ant. O out of that no hope What great hope haue you No hope that way Is Another way so high a hope that euen Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond But doubt discouery there Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd Seb. He 's gone Ant. Then tell me who 's the next heire of Naples Seb. Claribell Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis she that dwels Ten leagues beyond mans life she that from Naples Can haue no note vnlesse the Sun were post The Man i' th Moone 's too slow till new-borne chinnes Be rough and Razor-able She that from whom We all were sea-swallow'd though some cast againe And by that destiny to performe an act Whereof what 's past is Prologue what to come In yours and my discharge Seb. What stuffe is this How say you 'T is true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis So is she heyre of Naples 'twixt which Regions There is some space Ant. A space whose eu'ry cubit Seemes to cry out how shall that Claribell Measure vs backe to Naples keepe in Tunis And let Sebastian wake Say this were death That now hath seiz'd them why they were no worse Then now they are There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleepes Lords that can prate As amply and vnnecessarily As this Gonzallo I my selfe could make A Chough of as deepe chat O that you bore The minde that I do what a sleepe were this For your aduancement Do you vnderstand me Seb. Me thinkes I do Ant. And how do's your content Tender your owne good fortune Seb. I remember You did supplant your Brothet Prospero Ant. True And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me Much feater then before My Brothers seruants Were then my fellowes now they are my men Seb. But for your conscience Ant. I Sir where lies that If 't were a kybe 'T would put me to my slipper But I feele not This Deity in my bosome ' Twentie consciences That stand 'twixt me and Millaine candied be they And melt ere they mollest Heere lies your Brother No better then the earth he lies vpon If he were that which now hee 's like that 's dead Whom I with this obedient steele three inches of it Can lay to bed for euer whiles you doing thus To the perpetuall winke for aye might put This ancient morsell this Sir Prudence who Should not vpbraid our course for all the rest They 'l take suggestion as a Cat laps milke They 'l tell the clocke to any businesse that We say befits the houre Seb. Thy case deere Friend Shall be my president As thou got'st Millaine I 'le come by Naples Draw thy sword one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest And I the King shall loue thee Ant. Draw together And when I reare my hand do you the like To fall it on Gonzalo Seb. O but one word Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song Ariel My Master through his Art foresees the danger That you his friend are in and sends me forth For else his proiect dies to keepe them liuing Sings in Gonzaloes eare While you here do snoaring lie Open-ey'd Conspiracie His time doth take If of Life you keepe a care Shake off slumber and beware Awake awake Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine Gon. Now good Angels preserue the King Alo. Why how now hoa awake why are you drawn Wherefore this ghastly looking Gon. What 's the matter Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose Euen now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like Buls or rather Lyons did't not wake you It strooke mine eare most terribly Alo. I heard nothing Ant. O 't was a din to fright a Monsters eare To make an earthquake sure it was the roare Of a whole heard of Lyons Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo Gon. Vpon mine honour Sir I heard a humming And that a strange one too which did awake me I shak'd you Sir and cride as mine eyes opend I saw their weapons drawne there was a noyse That 's verily 't is best we stand vpon our guard Or that we quit this place let 's draw our weapons Alo. Lead off this ground let 's make further search For my poore sonne Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts For he is sure i' th Island Alo. Lead away Ariell Prospero my Lord shall know what I haue done So King goe safely on to seeke thy Son Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Caliban with
through Tooth'd briars sharpe firzes pricking gosse thorns Which entred their fraile shins at last I left them I' th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell There dancing vp to th' chins that the fowle Lake Ore-stunck their feet Pro. This was well done my bird Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still The trumpery in my house goe bring it hither For stale to catch these theeues Ar. I go I goe Exit Pro. A Deuill a borne-Deuill on whose nature Nurture can neuer sticke on whom my paines Humanely taken all all lost quite lost And as with age his body ouglier growes So his minde cankers I will plague them all Euen to roaring Come hang on them this line Enter Ariell loaden with glistering apparell c. Enter Caliban Stephano and Trinculo all wet Cal. Pray you tread softly that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall we now are neere his Cell St. Monster your Fairy w c you say is a harmles Fairy Has done little better then plaid the lacke with vs. Trin. Monster I do smell all horse-pisse at which My nose is in great indignation Ste. So is mine Do you heare Monster If I should Take a displeasure against you Looke you Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster Cal. Good my Lord giue me thy fauour stil Be patient for the prize I le bring thee too Shall hud winke this mischance therefore speake softly All 's husht as midnight yet Trin. I but to loose our bottles in the Poole Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that Monster but an infinite losse Tr. That 's more to me then my wetting Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy Monster Ste. I will fetch off my bottle Though I be o're eares for my labour Cal. Pre-thee my King be quiet Seest thou heere This is the mouth o' th Cell no noise and enter Do that good mischeefe which may make this Island Thine owne for euer and I thy Caliban For aye thy foot-licker Ste. Giue me thy hand I do begin to haue bloody thoughts Trin. O King Stephano O Peere O worthy Stephano Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee Cal. Let it alone thou foole it is but trash Tri. Oh ho Monster wee know what belongs to a frippery O King Stephano Ste. Put off that gowne Trinculo by this hand I le haue that gowne Tri. Thy grace shall haue it Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole what doe you meane To doate thus on such luggage let 's alone And doe the murther first if he awake From toe to crowne hee 'l fill our skins with pinches Make vs strange stuffe Ste. Be you quiet Monster Mistris line is not this my Ierkin now is the Ierkin vnder the line now Ierkin you are like to lose your haire proue a bald Ierkin Trin. Doe doe we steale by lyne and leuell and 't like your grace Ste. I thank thee for that iest heer 's a garment for 't Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country Steale by line and leuell is an excellent passe of pate there 's another garment for 't Tri. Monster come put some Lime vpon your fingers and away with the rest Cal. I will haue none on 't we shall loose our time And all be turn'd to Barnacles or to Apes With foreheads villanous low Ste. Monster lay to your fingers helpe to beare this away where my hogshead of wine is or I le turne you out of my kingdome goe to carry this Tri. And this Ste. I and this A noyse of Hunters heard Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs and Hounds hunting them about Prospero and Ariel setting them on Pro. Hey Mountaine hey Ari. Siluer there it goes Siluer Pro. Fury Fury there Tyrant there harke harke Goe charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convultions shorten vp their sinewes With aged Cramps more pinch-spotted make them Then Pard or Cat o' Mountaine Ari. Harke they rore Pro. Let them be hunted soundly At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies Shortly shall all my labours end and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome for a little Follow and doe me seruice Exeunt Actus quintus Scoena Prima Enter Prospero in his Magicke robes and Ariel Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head My charmes cracke not my Spirits obey and Time Goes vpright with his carriage how 's the day Ar. On the sixt hower at which time my Lord You said our worke should cease Pro. I did say so When first I rais'd the Tempest say my Spirit How fares the King and 's followers Ar. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gaue in charge Iust as you left them all prisoners Sir In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell They cannot boudge till your release The King His Brother and yours abide all three distracted And the remainder mourning ouer them Brim full of sorrow and dismay but chiefly Him that you term'd Sir the good old Lord Gonzallo His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From eaues of reeds your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them your affections Would become tender Pro. Dost thou thinke so Spirit Ar. Mine would Sir were I humane Pro. And mine shall Hast thou which art but aire a touch a feeling Of their afflictions and shall not my selfe One of their kinde that rellish all as sharpely Passion as they be kindlier mou'd then thou art Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick Yet with my nobler reason gainst my furie Doe I take part the rarer Action is In vertue then in vengeance they being penitent The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frowne further Goe release them Ariell My Charmes I le breake their sences I le restore And they shall be themselues Ar. I le fetch them Sir Exit Pro. Ye Elues of hils brooks stāding lakes groues And ye that on the sands with printlesse foote Doe chase the ebbing Neptune and doe flie him When he comes backe you demy-Puppets that By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make Whereof the Ewe not bites and you whose pastime Is to make midnight-Mushrumps that reioyce To heare the solemne Curfewe by whose ayde Weake Masters though ye be I haue bedymn'd The Noone-tide Sun call'd forth the mutenous windes And twixt the greene Sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire and rifted Ioues stowt Oke With his owne Bolt The strong bass'd promontorie Haue I made shake and by the spurs pluckt vp The Pyne and Cedar Graues at my command Haue wak'd their sleepers op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art But this rough Magicke I heere abiure and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Musicke which euen now I do To worke mine end vpon their Sences that This Ayrie-charme is for I 'le breake my staffe Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth And deeper then did euer Plummet sound I le
vnto my friend Hath made me publisher of this pretence Duke Vpon mine Honor he shall neuer know That I had any light from thee of this Pro. Adiew my Lord Sir Valentine is comming Duk. Sir Valentine whether away so fast Val. Please it your Grace there is a Messenger That stayes to beare my Letters to my friends And I am going to deliuer them Duk. Be they of much import Val. The tenure of them doth but signifie My health and happy being at your Court. Duk. Nay then no matter stay with me a while I am to breake with thee of some affaires That touch me neere wherein thou must be secret 'T is not vnknown to thee that I haue sought To match my friend Sir Thurio to my daughter Val. I know it well my Lord and sure the Match Were rich and honourable besides the gentleman Is full of Vertue Bounty Worth and Qualities Beseeming such a Wife as your faire daughter Cannot your Grace win her to fancie him Duk. No trust me She is peeuish sullen froward Prowd disobedient stubborne lacking duty Neither regarding that she is my childe Nor fearing me as if I were her father And may I say to thee this pride of hers Vpon aduice hath drawne my loue from her And where I thought the remnant of mine age Should haue beene cherish'd by her child-like dutie I now am full resolu'd to take a wife And tur◠her out to who will take her in Then let her beauty be her wedding dowre For me and my possessions she esteemes not Val. What would your Grace haue me to do in this Duk. There is a Lady in Verona heere Whom I affect but she is nice and coy And naught esteemes my aged eloquence Now therefore would I haue thee to my Tutor For long agone I haue forgot to court Besides the fashion of the time is chang'd How and which way I may bestow my selfe To be regarded in her sun-bright eye Val. Win her with gifts if she respect not words Dumbe Iewels often in their silent kinde More then quicke words doe moue a womans minde Duk. But she did scorne a present that I sent her Val. A woman somtime scorns what best cōtents her Send her another neuer giue her ore For scorne at first makes after-loue the more If she doe frowne 't is not in hate of you But rather to beget more loue in you If she doe chide 't is not to haue you gone For why the fooles are mad if left alone Take no repulse what euer she doth say For get you gon she doth not meane away Flatter and praise commend extoll their graces Though nere so blacke say they haue Angells faces That man that hath a tongue I say is no man If with his tongue he cannot win a woman Duk. But she I meane is promis'd by her friends Vnto a youthfull Gentleman of worth And kept seuerely from resort of men That no man hath accesse by day to her Val. Why then I would resort to her by night Duk. I but the doores be lockt and keyes kept safe That no man hath recourse to her by night Val What letts but one may enter at her window Duk. Her chamber is aloft far from the ground And built so sheluing that one cannot climbe it Without apparant hazard of his life Val Why then a Ladder quaintly made of Cords To cast vp with a paire of anchoring hookes Would serue to scale another Hero's towre So bold Leander would aduenture it Duk. Now as thou art a Gentleman of blood Aduise me where I may haue such a Ladder Val. When would you vse it pray sir tell me that Duk. This very night for Loue is like a childe That longs for euery thing that he can come by Val. By seauen a clock I le get you such a Ladder Duk But harke thee I will goe to her alone How shall I best conuey the Ladder thither Val. It will be light my Lord that you may beare it Vnder a cloake that is of any length Duk. A cloake as long as thine will serue the turne Val I my good Lord. Duk. Then let me see thy cloake I le get me one of such another length Val. Why any cloake will serue the turn my Lord Duk. How shall I fashion me to weare a cloake I pray thee let me feele thy cloake vpon me What Letter is this same what 's here to Siluia And heere an Engine fit for my proceeding I le be so bold to breake the seale for once My thoughts do harbour with my Siluia nightly And slaues they are to me that send them flying Oh could their Master come and goe as lightly Himselfe would lodge where senceles they are lying My Herald Thoughts in thy pure bosome rest-them While I their King that thither them importune Doe curse the grace that with such grace hath blest them Because my selfe doe want my seruants fortune I curse my selfe for they are sent by me That they should harbour where their Lord should be What 's here Siluia this night I will enfranchise thee 'T is so and heere 's the Ladder for the purpose Why Phaeton for thou art Merops sonne Wilt thou aspire to guide the heauenly Car And with thy daring folly burne the world Wilt thou reach stars because they shine on thee Goe base Intruder ouer-weening Slaue Bestow thy fawning smiles on equall mates And thinke my patience more then thy desert Is priuiledge for thy departure hence Thanke me for this more then for all the fauors Which all too much I haue bestowed on thee But if thou linger in my Territories Longer then swiftest expedition Will giue thee time to leaue our royall Court By heauen my wrath shall farre exceed the loue I euer bore my daughter or thy selfe Be gone I will not heare thy vaine excuse But as thou lou'st thy life make speed from hence Val. And why not death rather then liuing torment To die is to be banisht from my selfe And Siluia is my selfe banish'd from her Is selfe from selfe A deadly banishment What light is light if Siluia be not seene What ioy is ioy if Siluia be not by Vnlesse it be to thinke that she is by And feed vpon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Siluia in the night There is no musicke in the Nightingale Vnlesse I looke on Siluia in the day There is no day for me to looke vpon Shee is my essence and I leaue to be If I be not by her faire influence Foster'd illumin'd cherish'd kept aliue I flie not death to flie his deadly doome Tarry I heere I but attend on death But flie I hence I flie away from life Pro. Run boy run run and seeke him out Lau. So-hough Soa hough Pro. What seest thou Lau. Him we goe to finde There 's not a haire on 's head but t' is a Valentine Pro. Valentine Val. No. Pro. Who then his Spirit Val. Neither Pro. What then Val Nothing Lau. Can nothing speake Master shall
'l scorne it for the man as you know all hath a contemptible spirit Clau. He is a very proper man Prin. He hath indeed a good outward happines Clau. 'Fore God and in my minde very wise Prin. He doth indeed shew some sparkes that are like wit Leon. And I take him to be valiant Prin. As Hector I assure you and in the managing of quarrels you may see hee is wise for either hee auoydes them with great discretion or vndertakes them with a Christian-like feare Leon. If hee doe feare God a must necessarilie keepe peace if hee breake the peace hee ought to enter into a quarrell with feare and trembling Prin. And so will he doe for the man doth fear God howsoeuer it seemes not in him by some large ieasts hee will make well I am sorry for your niece shall we goe see Benedicke and tell him of her loue Claud. Neuer tell him my Lord let her weare it out with good counsell Leon. Nay that 's impossible she may weare her heart out first Prin. Well we will heare further of it by your daughter let it coole the while I loue Benedicke well and I could wish he would modestly examine himselfe to see how much he is vnworthy to haue so good a Lady Leon. My Lord will you walke dinner is ready Clau. If he do not doat on her vpon this I wil neuer trust my expectation Prin. Let there be the same Net spread for her and that must your daughter and her gentlewoman carry the sport will be when they hold one an opinion of anothers dotage and no such matter that 's the Scene that I would see which will be meerely a dumbe shew let vs send her to call him into dinner Exeunt Bene. This can be no tricke the conference was sadly borne they haue the truth of this from Hero they seeme to pittie the Lady it seemes her affections haue the full bent loue me why it must be requited I heare how I am censur'd they say I will beare my selfe proudly if I perceiue the loue come from her they say too that she will rather die than giue any signe of affection I did neuer thinke to marry I must not seeme proud happy are they that heare their detractions and can put them to mending they say the Lady is faire 't is a truth I can beare them witnesse and vertuous t is so I cannot reprooue it and wise but for louing me by my troth it is no addition to her witte nor no great argument of her folly for I wil be horribly in loue with her I may chance haue some odde quirkes and remnants of witte broken on mee because I haue rail'd so long against marriage but doth not the appetite alter a man loues the meat in his youth that he cannot indure in his age Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the braine awe a man from the careere of his humour No the world must be peopled When I said I would die a batcheler I did not think I should liue till I were maried here comes Beatrice by this day shee 's a faire Lady I doe spie some markes of loue in her Enter Beatrice Beat. Against my wil I am sent to bid you come in to dinner Bene. Faire Beatrice I thanke you for your paines Beat. I tooke no more paines for those thankes then you take paines to thanke me if it had been painefull I would not haue come Bene. You take pleasure then in the message Beat. Yea iust so much as you may take vpon a kniues point and choake a daw withall you haue no stomacke signior fare you well Exit Bene. Ha against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner there 's a double meaning in that I tooke no more paines for those thankes then you tooke paines to thanke me that 's as much as to say any paines that I take for you is as easie as thankes if I do not take pitty of her I am a villaine if I doe not loue her I am a Iew I will goe get her picture Exit Actus Tertius Enter Hero and two Gentlemen Margaret and Vrsula Hero Good Margaret runne thee to the parlour There shalt thou finde my Cosin Beatrice Proposing with the Prince and Claudio Whisper her eare and tell her I and Vrsula Walke in the Orchard and our whole discourse Is all of her say that thou ouer-heardst vs And bid her steale into the pleached bower Where hony-suckles ripened by the sunne Forbid the sunne to enter like fauourites Made proud by Princes that aduance their pride Against that power that bred it there will she hide her To listen our purpose this is thy office Beare thee well in it and leaue vs alone Marg. I le make her come I warrant you presently Hero Now Vrsula when Beatrice doth come As we do trace this alley vp and downe Our talke must onely be of Benedicke When I doe name him let it be thy part To praise him more then euer man did merit My talke to thee must be how Benedicke Is sicke in loue with Beatrice of this matter Is little Cupids crasty arrow made That onely wounds by heare-say now begin Enter Beatrice For looke where Beatrice like a Lapwing runs Close by the ground to heare our conference Vrs The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden ores the siluer streame And greedily deuoure the treacherous baite So angle we for Beatrice who euen now Is couched in the wood-bine couerture Feare you not my part of the Dialogue Her Then go we neare her that her eare loose nothing Of the false sweete baite that we lay for it No truely Vrsula she is too disdainfull I know her spirits are as coy and wilde As Haggerds of the rocke Vrsula But are you sure That Benedicke loues Beatrice so intirely Her So saies the Prince and my new trothed Lord. Vrs And did they bid you tell her of it Madam Her They did intreate me to acquaint her of it But I perswaded them if they lou'd Benedicke To wish him wrastle with affection And neuer to let Beatrice know of it Vrsula Why did you so doth not the Gentleman Deserue as full as fortunate a bed As euer Beatrice shall couch vpon Hero O God of loue I know he doth deserue As much as may be yeelded to a man But Nature neuer fram'd a womans heart Of prowder stuffe then that of Beatrice Disdaine and Scorne ride sparkling in her eyes Mis-prizing what they looke on and her wit Values it selfe so highly that to her All matter else seemes weake she cannot loue Nor take no shape nor proiect of affection Shee is so selfe indeared Vrsula Sure I thinke so And therefore certainely it were not good She knew his loue left she make sport at it Hero Why you speake truth I neuer yet saw man How wise how noble yong how rarely featur'd But she would spell him backward if faire fac'd She would
fancie that Armado hight For interim to our studies shall relate In high-borne words the worth of many a Knight From tawnie Spaine lost in the worlds debate How you delight my Lords I know not I But I protest I loue to heare him lie And I will vse him for my Minstrelsie Bero. Armado is a most illustrious wight A man of fire new words fashions owne Knight Lon. Costard the swaine and he shall be our sport And so to studie three yeeres is but short Enter a Constable with Costard with a Letter Const Which is the Dukes owne person Ber. This fellow What would'st Con. I my selfe reprehend his owne person for I am his graces Tharborough But I would see his own person in flesh and blood Ber. This is he Con. Signeor Arme Arme commends you Ther 's villanie abroad this letter will tell you more Clow. Sir the Contempts thereof are as touching mee Fer. A letter from the magnificent Armado Ber. How low soeuer the matter I hope in God for high words Lon. A high hope for a low heauen God grant vs patience Ber. To heare or forbeare hearing Lon. To heare meekely sir and to laugh moderately or to forbeare both Ber. Well sir be it as the stile shall giue vs cause to clime in the merrinesse Clo. The matter is to me sir as concerning Iaquenetta The manner of it is I was taken with the manner Ber. In what manner Clo. In manner and forme following sir all those three I was seene with her in the Mannor house sitting with her vpon the Forme and taken following her into the Parke which put to gether is in manner and forme following Now sir for the manner It is the manner of a man to speake to a woman for the forme in some forme Ber. For the following sir Clo. As it shall follow in my correction and God defend the right Fer. Will you heare this Letter with attention Ber. As we would heare an Oracle Clo. Such is the simplicitie of man to harken after the flesh Ferdinand GReat Deputie the Welkâ—ns Vicegerent and sole dominator of Nauar my soules earths God and bodies fostring patrone Cost Not a vvord of Costard yet Ferd. So it is Cost It may be so but if he say it is so he is in telling true but so Ferd. Peace Clow. Be to me and euery man that dares not fight Ferd. No words Clow. Of other mens secrets I beseech you Ferd. So it is besieged with sable coloured melancholie I did commend the blacke oppressing humour to the most wholesome Physicke of thy health-giuing ayre And as I am a Gentleman betooke my selfe to walke the time When about the sixt houre When beasts most grase birds best pecke and men sit downe to that nourishment which is called supper So much for the time When. Now for the ground Which which I meane I walkt vpon it is ycliped Thy Parke Then for the place Where where I meane I did encounter that obscene and most preposterous euent that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon coloured Inke which heere thou viewest beholdest suruayest or seest But to the place Where It standeth North North-east and by East from the West corner of thy curious knotted garden There did I see that low spirited Swaine that base Minow of thy myrth Clown Mee that vnletered small knowing soule Clow Me that shallow vassall Clow. Still mee which as I remember hight Costard Clow. O me sorted and consorted contrary to thy established proclaymed Edict and Continet Cannon Which with ô with but with this I passion to say wherewith Clo. With a Wench Ferd. With a childe of our Grandmother Eâ—e a female or for thy more sweet vnderstanding a woman him I as my euer esteemed dutie prickes me on haue sent to thee to receiue the meed of punishment by thy sweet Graces Officer Anthony Dull a man of good repute carriage bearing estimation Anth. Me an 't shall please you I am Anthony Dull Ferd. For Iaquenetta so is the weaker vessell called which I apprehended with the aforesaid Swaine I keeper her as a vessell of thy Lawes furie and shall at the least of thy sweet notice bring her to triall Thine in all complements of deuoted and heart-burning heat of dutie Don Adriana de Armado Ber. This is not so well as I looked for but the best that euer I heard Fer. I the best for the worst But sirra What say you to this Clo. Sir I confesse the Wench Fer. Did you heare the Proclamation Clo. I doe confesse much of the hearing it but little of the marking of it Fer. It was proclaimed a yeeres imprisonment to bee taken with a Wench Clow. I was taken with none sir I was taken vvith a Damosell Fer. Well it was proclaimed Damosell Clo. This was no Damosell neyther sir shee was a Virgin Fer. It is so varried to for it was proclaimed Virgin Clo. If it were I denie her Virginitie I was taken with a Maide Fer. This Maid will not serue your turne sir Clo. This Maide will serue my turne sir Kin. Sir I will pronounce your sentence You shall fast a Weeke with Branne and water Clo. I had rather pray a Moneth with Mutton and Porridge Kin. And Don Armado shall be your keeper My Lord Berowne see him deliuer'd ore And goe we Lords to put in practice that Which each to other hath so strongly sworne Bero. I le lay my head to any good mans hat These oathes and lawes will proue an idle scorne Sirra come on Clo. I suffer for the truth sir for true it is I was taken with Iaquenetta and Iaquenetta is a true girle and therefore welcome the sowre cup of prosperitie affliction may one day smile againe and vntill then sit downe sorrow Exit Enter Armado and Moth his Page Arma. Boy What signe is it when a man of great spirit growes melancholy Boy A great signe sir that he will looke sad Brag. Why sadnesse is one and the selfe-same thing deare impe Boy No no O Lord sir no. Brag. How canst thou part sadnesse and melancholy my tender Iuuenall Boy By a familiar demonstration of the working my tough signeur Brag. Why tough signeur Why tough signeur Boy Why tender Iuuenall Why tender Iuuenall Brag. I spoke it tender Iuuenall as a congruent apathaton appertaining to thy young daies which we may nominate tender Boy And I tough signeur as an appertinent title to your olde time which we may name tough Brag. Pretty and apt Boy How meane you sir I pretty and my saying apt or I apt and my saying prettie Brag. Thou pretty because little Boy Little pretty because little wherefore apt Brag And therefore apt because quicke Boy Speake you this in my praise Master Brag. In thy condigne praise Boy I will praise an Eele with the same praise Brag. What that an Eele is ingenuous Boy That an Eele is quicke Brag. I doe say thou art quicke in answeres Thou heat'st my bloud Boy I am answer'd sir
be washt away Kin. 'T were good yours did for sir to tell you plaine I le finde a fairer face not washt to day Ber. I le proue her faire or talke till dooms-day here Kin. No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee Duma I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere Lou. Looke heer 's thy loue my foot and her face see Ber. O if the streets were paued with thine eyes Her feet were much too dainty for such tread Duma O vile then as she goes what vpward lyes The street should see as she walk'd ouer head Kin. But what of this are we not all in loue Ber. O nothing so sure and thereby all forsworne Kin. Then leaue this chat good Berown now proue Our louing lawfull and our fayth not torne Dum. I marie there some flattery for this euill Long. O some authority how to proceed Some tricks some quillets how to cheat the diuell Dum. Some salue for periurie Ber. O 't is more then neede Haue at you then affections men at armes Consider what you first did sweare vnto To fast to study and to see no woman Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth Say Can you fast your stomacks are too young And abstinence ingenders maladies And where that you haue vow'd to studie Lords In that each of you haue forsworne his Booke Can you still dreame and pore and thereon looke For when would you my Lord or you or you Haue found the ground of studies excellence Without the beauty of a womans face From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They are the Ground the Bookes the Achadems From whence doth spring the true Promethean fire Why vniuersall plodding poysons vp The nimble spirits in the arteries As motion and long during action tyres The sinnowy vigour of the trauailer Now for not looking on a womans face You haue in that forsworne the vse of eyes And studie too the causer of your vow For where is any Author in the world Teaches such beauty as a womans eye Learning is but an adiunct to our selfe And where we are our Learning likewise is Then when our selues we see in Ladies eyes With our selues Doe we not likewise see our learning there O we haue made a Vow to studie Lords And in that vow we haue forsworne our Bookes For when would you my Leege or you or you In leaden contemplation haue found out Such fiery Numbers as the prompting eyes Of beauties tutors haue inrich'd you with Other slow Arts intirely keepe the braine And therefore finding barraine practizers Scarce shew a haruest of their heauy toyle But Loue first learned in a Ladies eyes Liues not alone emured in the braine But with the motion of all elements Courses as swift as thought in euery power And giues to euery power a double power Aboue their functions and their offices It addes a precious seeing to the eye A Louers eyes will gaze an Eagle blinde A Louers eare will heare the lowest sound When the suspicious head of theft is stopt Loues feeling is more soft and sensible Then are the tender hornes of Cockled Snayles Loues tongue proues dainty Bachus grosse in taste For Valour is not Loue a Hercules Still climing trees in the Hesporides Subtill as Sphinx as sweet and musicall As bright Apollo's Lute strung with his haire And when Loue speakes the voyce of all the Gods Make heauen drowsie with the harmonie Neuer durst Poet touch a pen to write Vntill his Inke were tempred with Loues sighes O then his lines would rauish sauage eares And plant in Tyrants milde humilitie From womens eyes this doctrine I deriue They sparcle still the right promethean fire They are the Bookes the Arts the Achademes That shew containe and nourish all the world Else none at all in ought proues excellent Then fooles you were these women to forsweare Or keeping what is sworne you will proue fooles For Wisedomes sake a word that all men loue Or for Loues sake a word that loues all men Or for Mens sake the author of these Women Or Womens sake by whom we men are Men. Let 's once loose our oathes to finde our selues Or else we loose our selues to keepe our oathes It is religion to be thus forsworne For Charity it selfe fulfills the Law And who can seuer loue from Charity Kin. Saint Cupid then and Souldiers to the field Ber. Aduance your standards vpon them Lords Pell mell downe with them but be first aduis'd In conflict that you get the Sunne of them Long. Now to plaine dealing Lay these glozes by Shall we resolue to woe these girles of France Kin. And winne them too therefore let vs deuise Some entertainment for them in their Tents Ber. First from the Park let vs conduct them thither Then homeward euery man attach the hand Of his faire Mistresse in the afternoone We will with some strange pastime solace them Such as the shortnesse of the time can shape For Reuels Dances Maskes and merry houres Fore-runne faire Loue strewing her way with flowres Kin. Away away no time shall be omitted That will be time and may by vs be fitted Ber. Alone alone sowed Cockell reap'd no Corne And Iustice alwaies whirles in equall measure Light Wenches may proue plagues to men forsworne If so our Copper buyes no better treasure Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter the Pedant Curate and Dull Pedant Satis quid sufficit Curat I praise God for you sir your reasons at dinner haue beene sharpe sententious pleasant without scurrillity witty without affection audacious without impudency learned without opinion and strange without heresie I did conuerse this quondam day with a companion of the Kings who is intituled nominated or called Don Adriano de Armatho Ped. Noui hominum tanquam te His humour is lofty his discourse peremptorie his tongue filed his eye ambitious his gate maiesticall and his generall behauiour vaine ridiculous and thrasonicall He is too picked too spruce too affected too odde as it were too peregrinat as I may call it Curat A most singular and choise Epithat Draw out his Table-booke Peda. He draweth out the thred of his verbositie finer then the staple of his argument I abhor such phanaticall phantasims such insociable and poynt deuise companions such rackers of ortagriphie as to speake dout fine when he should say doubt det when he shold pronounce debt deâ—t not det he clepeth a Calf Caufe halfe haufe neighbour vocatur nebour neigh abreuiated ne this is abhominable which he would call abhominable it insinuateth me of infamie ne inteligis domine to make frantiâ—ke lunaticke Cura Laus deo bene intelligo Peda. Bome boon for boon prescian a little scratcht 't wil serue Enter Bragart Boy Curat Vides ne quis venit Peda. Video gaudio Brag. Chirra Peda. Quarâ— Chirra not Sirra Brag. Men of peace well incountred Ped. Most millitarie sir salutation Boy They haue beene at a great feast of Languages and stolne the scraps Clow. O they haue
Lord your Grace is periur'd much Full of deare guiltinesse and therefore this If for my Loue as there is no such cause You will do ought this shall you do for me Your oth I will not trust but go with speed To some forlorne and naked Hermitage Remote from all the pleasures of the world There stay vntill the twelue Celestiall Signes Haue brought about their annuall reckoning If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heate of blood If frosts and fasts hard lodging and thin weeds Nip not the gaudie blossomes of your Loue But that it beare this triall and last loue Then at the expiration of the yeare Come challenge me challenge me by these deserts And by this Virgin palme now kissing thine I will be thine and till that instant shut My wofull selfe vp in a mourning house Raining the teares of lamentation For the remembrance of my Fathers death If this thou do denie let our hands part Neither intitled in the others hart Kin. If this or more then this I would denie To flatter vp these powers of mine with rest The sodaine hand of death close vp mine eie Hence euer then my heart is in thy brest Ber. And what to me my Loue and what to me Ros You must be purged too your sins are rack'd You are attaint with faults and periurie Therefore if you my fauor meane to get A tweluemonth shall you spend and neuer rest But seeke the wearie beds of people sicke Du. But what to me my loue but what to me Kat. A wife a beard faire health and honestie With three-fold loue I wish you all these three Du. O shall I say I thanke you gentle wife Kat. Not so my Lord a tweluemonth and a day I le marke no words that smoothfac'd wooers say Come when the King doth to my Ladie come Then if I haue much loue I le giue you some Dum. I le serue thee true and faithfully till then Kath. Yet sweare not least ye be forsworne agen Lon. What saies Maria Mari. At the tweluemonths end I le change my blacke Gowne for a faithfull friend Lon. I le stay with patience but the time is long Mari. The liker you few taller are so yong Ber. Studies my Ladie Mistresse looke on me Behold the window of my heart mine eie What humble suite attends thy answer there Impose some seruice on me for my loue Ros Oft haue I heard of you my Lord Berowne Before I saw you and the worlds large tongue Proclaimes you for a man repleate with mockes Full of comparisons and wounding floutes Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercie of your wit To weed this Wormewood from your fruitfull braine And therewithall to win me if you please Without the which I am not to be won You shall this tweluemonth terme from day to day Visite the speechlesse sicke and still conuerse With groaning wretches and your taske shall be With all the fierce endeuour of your wit To enforce the pained impotent to smile Ber. To moue wilde laughter in the throate of death It cannot be it is impossible Mirth cannot moue a soule in agonie Ros Why that 's the way to choke a gibing spirit Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers giue to fooles A iests prosperitie lies in the eare Of him that heares it neuer in the tongue Of him that makes it then if sickly eares Deaft with the clamors of their owne deare grones Will heare your idle scornes continue then And I will haue you and that fault withall But if they will not throw away that spirit And I shal finde you emptie of that fault Right ioyfull of your reformation Ber. A tweluemonth Well befall what will befall I le iest a tweluemonth in an Hospitall Qu. I sweet my Lord and so I take my leaue King No Madam we will bring you on your way Ber. Our woing doth not end like an old Play Iacke hath not Gill these Ladies courtesie Might wel haue made our sport a Comedie Kin. Come sir it wants a tweluemonth and a day And then 't wil end Ber. That 's too long for a play Enter Braggart Brag. Sweet Maiesty vouchsafe me Qu. Was not that Hector Dum. The worthie Knight of Troy Brag. I wil kisse thy royal finger and take leaue I am a Votarie I haue vow'd to Iaquenetta to holde the Plough for her sweet loue three yeares But most esteemed greatnesse wil you heare the Dialogue that the two Learned men haue compiled in praise of the Owle and the Cuckow It should haue followed in the end of our shew Kin. Call them forth quickely we will do so Brag. Holla Approach Enter all This side is Hiems Winter This Ver the Spring the one maintained by the Owle Th' other by the Cuckow Ver begin The Song When Dasies pied and Violets blew And Cuckow-buds of yellow hew And Ladie-smockes all siluer white Do paint the Medowes with delight The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare When Shepheards pipe on Oaten strawes And merrie Larkes are Ploughmens clockes When Turtles tread and Rookes and Dawes And Maidens bleach their summer smockes The Cuckow then on euerie tree Mockes married men for thus sings he Cuckow Cuckow Cuckow O word of feare Vnpleasing to a married eare Winter When Isicles hang by the wall And Dicke the Sphepheard blowes his naile And Tom beares Logges into the hall And Milke comes frozen home in paile When blood is nipt and waies be fowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to-who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot When all aloud the winde doth blow And cossing drownes the Parsons saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marrians nose lookes red and raw When roasted Crabs hisse in the bowle Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu-whit to who A merrie note While greasie Ione doth keele the pot Brag. The Words of Mercurie Are harsh after the songs of Apollo You that way we this way Exeunt omnes FINIS A MIDSOMMER Nights Dreame Actus primus Enter Theseus Hippolita with others Theseus NOw faire Hippolita our nuptiall houre Drawes on apace foure happy daies bring in Another Moon but oh me thinkes how slow This old Moon wanes She lingers my desires Like to a Step-dame or a Dowager Long withering out a yong mans reuennew Hip. Foure daies wil quickly steep thēselues in nights Foure nights wil quickly dreame away the time And then the Moone like to a siluer bow Now bent in heauen shal behold the night Of our solemnities The. Go Philostrate Stirre vp the Athenian youth to merriments Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth Turne melancholy forth to Funerals The pale companion is not for our pompe Hippolita I woo'd thee with my sword And wonne thy loue doing thee iniuries But I will wed thee in another
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
him iustice Twenty Merchants The Duke himselfe and the Magnificoes Of greatest port haue all perswaded with him But none can driue him from the enuious plea Of forfeiture of iustice and his bond Iessi When I was with him I haue heard him sweare To Tuball and to Chus his Countri-men That he would rather haue Anthonio's flesh Then twenty times the value of the summe That he did owe him and I know my Lord If law authoritie and power denie not It will goe hard with poore Anthonio Por Is it your deere friend that is thus in trouble Bass The deerest friend to me the kindest man The best condition'd and vnwearied spirit In doing curtesies and one in whom The ancient Romane honour more appeares Then any that drawes breath in Italie Por. What summe owes he the Iew Bass For me three thousand ducats Por. What no more Pay him sixe thousand and deface the bond Double sixe thousand and then treble that Before a friend of this description Shall lose a haire through Bassano's fault First goe with me to Church and call me wife And then away to Venice to your friend For neuer shall you lie by Portias side With an vnquiet soule You shall haue gold To pay the petty debt twenty times ouer When it is payd bring your true friend along My maid Nerrissa and my selfe meane time Will liue as maids and widdowes come away For you shall hence vpon your wedding day Bid your friends welcome show a merry cheere Since you are deere bought I will loue you deere But let me heare the letter of your friend Sweet Bassanio my ships haue all miscarried my Creditors grow cruell my estate is very low my bond to the Iew is forfeit and since in paying it it is impossible I should liue all debts are cleerd betweene you and I if I might see you at my death notwithstanding vse your pleasure if your loue doe not perswade you to come let not my letter Por. O loue dispach all busines and be gone Bass Since I haue your good leaue to goe away I will make hast but till I come againe No bed shall ere be guilty of my stay Nor rest be interposâ—r twixt vs twaine Exeunt Enter the Iew and Solanio and Anthonio and the Iaylor Iew. Iaylor looke to him tell not me of mercy This is the foole that lends out money gratis Iaylor looke to him Ant. Heare me yet good Shylok Iew. I le haue my bond speake not against my bond I haue sworne an oath that I will haue my bond Thou call'dst me dog before thou hadst a cause But since I am a dog beware my phangs The Duke shall grant me iustice I do wonder Thou naughty Iaylor that thou art so fond To come abroad with him at his request Ant. I pray thee heare me speake Iew. I le haue my bond I will not heare thee speake I le haue my bond and therefore speake no more I le not be made a soft and dull ey'd foole To shake the head relent and sigh and yeeld To Christian intercessors follow not I le haue no speaking I will haue my bond Exit Iew. Sol. It is the most impenetrable curre That euer kept with men Ant. Let him alone I le follow him no more with bootlesse prayers He seekes my life his reason well I know I oft deliuer'd from his forfeitures Many that haue at times made mone to me Therefore he hates me Sol. I am sure the Duke will neuer grant this forfeiture to hold An. The Duke cannot deny the course of law For the commoditie that strangers haue With vs in Venice if it be denied Will much impeach the iustice of the State Since that the trade and profit of the citty Consisteth of all Nations Therefore goe These greefes and losses haue so bated mee That I shall hardly spare a pound of flesh To morrow to my bloudy Creditor Well Iaylor on pray God Bassanio come To see me pay his debt and then I care not Exeunt Enter Portia Nerrissa Lorenzo Iessica and a man of Portias Lor. Madam although I speake it in your presence You haue a noble and a true conceit Of god-like amity which appeares most strongly In bearing thus the absence of your Lord. But if you knew to whom you shew this honour How true a Gentleman you send releefe How deere a louer of my Lord your husband I know you would be prouder of the worke Then customary bounty can enforce you Por. I neuer did repent for doing good Nor shall not now for in companions That do conuerse and waste the time together Whose soules doe beare an egal yoke of loue There must be needs a like proportion Of lyniaments of manners and of spirit Which makes me thinke that this Anthonio Being the bosome louer of my Lord Must needs be like my Lord. If it be so How little is the cost I haue bestowed In purchasing the semblance of my soule From out the state of hellish cruelty This comes too neere the praising of my selfe Therefore no more of it heere other things Lorenso I commit into your hands The husbandry and mannage of my house Vntill my Lords returne for mine owne part I haue toward heauen breath'd a secret vow To liue in prayer and contemplation Onely attended by Nerrissa heere Vntill her husband and my Lords returne There is a monastery too miles oft And there we will abide I doe desire you Not to denie this imposition The which my loue and some necessity Now layes vpon you Lorens Madame with all my heart I shall obey you in all faire commands Por. My people doe already know my minde And will acknowledge you and Iessica In place of Lord Bassanio and my selfe So far you well till we shall meete againe Lor. Faire thoughts happy houres attend on you Iessi I wish your Ladiship all hearts content Por. I thanke you for your wish and am well pleas'd To wish it backe on you faryouwell Iessica Exeunt Now Balthaser as I haue euer found thee honest true So let me finde thee still take this same letter And vse thou all the indeauor of a man In speed to Mantua see thou render this Into my cosins hand Doctor Belariâ— And looke what notes and garments he doth giue thee Bring them I pray thee with imagin'd speed Vnto the Tranect to the common Ferrie Which trades to Venice waste no time in words But get thee gone I shall be there before thee Balth. Madam I goe with all conuenient speed Por. Come on Nerissa I haue worke in hand That you yet know not of wee 'll see our husbands Before they thinke of vs Nerrissa Shall they see vs Portia They shall Nerrissa but in such a habit That they shall thinke we are accomplished With that we lacke I le hold thee any wager When we are both accoutered like yong men I le proue the prettier fellow of the two And weare my dagger with the brauer grace And speake betweene the
change of man and boy With a reede voyce and turne two minsing steps Into a manly stride and speake of frayes Like a fine bragging youth and tell quaint lyes How honourable Ladies sought my loue Which I denying they fell sicke and died I could not doe withall then I le repent And wish for all that that I had not kil'd them And twentie of these punie lies I le tell That men shall sweare I haue discontinued schoole Aboue a twelue moneth I haue within my minde A thousand raw tricks of these bragging Iacks Which I will practise Nerris Why shall wee turne to men Portia Fie what a questions that If thou wert nere a lewd interpreter But come I le tell thee all my whole deuice When I am in my coach which stayes for vs At the Parke gate and therefore haste away For we must measure twentie miles to day Exeunt Enter Clowne and Iessica Clown Yes truly for looke you the sinnes of the Father are to be laid vpon the children therefore I promise you I feare you I was alwaies plaine with you and so now I speake my agitation of the matter therfore be of good cheere for truly I thinke you are damn'd there is but one hope in it that can doe you anie good and that is but a kinde of bastard hope neither Iessica And what hope is that I pray thee Clow. Marrie you may partlie hope that your father got you not that you are not the Iewes daughter Ies That were a kinde of bastard hope indeed so the sins of my mother should be visited vpon me Clow. Truly then I feare you are damned both by father and mother thus when I shun Scilla your father I fall into Charibdis your mother well you are gone both waies Ies I shall be sau'd by my husband he hath made me a Christian Clow. Truly the more to blame he we were Christians enow before eâ—ne as many as could wel liue one by another this making of Christians will raise the price of Hogs if wee grow all to be porke-eaters wee shall not shortlie haue a rasher on the coales for money Enter Lorenzo Ies I le tell my husband Lancelet what you say heere he comes Loren. I shall grow iealous of you shortly Lancelet if you thus get my wife into corners Ies Nay you need not feare vs Lorenzo Launcelet and I are out he tells me flatly there is no mercy for mee in heauen because I am a Iewes daughter and hee saies you are no good member of the common wealth for in conuerting Iewes to Christians you raise the price of Porke Loren. I shall answere that better to the Common-wealth than you can the getting vp of the Negroes bellie the Moore is with childe by you Launcelet Clow. It is much that the Moore should be more then reason but if she be lesse then an honest woman shee is indeed more then I tooke her for Loren. How euerie foole can play vpon the word I thinke the best grace of witte will shortly turne into silence and discourse grow commendable in none onely but Parrats goe in sirra bid them prepare for dinner Clow. That is done sir they haue all stomacks Loren. Goodly Lord what a witte-snapper are you then bid them prepare dinner Clow. That is done to sir onely couer is the word Loren. Will you couer than sir Clow. Not so sir neither I know my dutie Loren. Yet more quarrellng with occasion wilt thou shew the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant I pray thee vnderstand a plaine man in his plaine meaning goe to thy fellowes bid them couer the table serue in the meat and we will come in to dinner Clow. For the table sir it shall be seru'd in for the meat sir it shall bee couered for your comming in to dinner sir why let it be as humors and conceits shall gouerne Exit Clowne Lor. O deare discretion how his words are suted The foole hath planted in his memory An Armie of good words and I doe know A many fooles that stand in better place Garnisht like him that for a tricksie word Defie the matter how cheer'st thou Iessica And now good sweet say thy opinion How dost thou like the Lord Bassiano's wife Iessi Past all expressing it is very meete The Lord Bassanio liue an vpright life For hauing such a blessing in his Lady He findes the ioyes of heauen heere on earth And if on earth he doe not meane it it Is reason he should neuer come to heauen Why if two gods should play some heauenly match And on the wager lay two earthly women And Portia one there must be something else Paund with the other for the poore rude world Hath not her fellow Loren. Euen such a husband Hast thou of me as she is for a wife Ies Nay but aske my opinion to of that Lor. I will anone first let vs goe to dinner Ies Nay let me praise you while I haue a stomacke Lor. No pray thee let it serue for table talke Then how som ere thou speakst 'mong other things I shall digest it Iessi Well I le set you forth Exeunt Actus Quartus Enter the Duke the Magnificoes Anthonio Bassanio and Gratiano Duke What is Anthonio heere Ant. Ready so please your grace Duke I am sorry for thee thou art come to answere A stonie aduersary an inhumane wretch Vncapable of pitty voyd and empty From any dram of mercie Ant. I haue heard Your Grace hath tane great paines to qualifie His rigorous course but since he stands obdurate And that no lawful meanes can carrie me Out of his enuies reach I do oppose My patience to his fury and am arm'd To suffer with a quietnesse of spirit The very tiranny and rage of his Du. Go one and cal the Iew into the Court. Sal. He is ready at the doore he comes my Lord. Enter Shylocke Du. Make roome and let him stand before our face Shylocke the world thinkes and I thinke so to That thou but leadest this fashion of thy mallice To the last houre of act and then 't is thought Thou 'lt shew thy mercy and remorse more strange Than is thy strange apparant cruelty And where thou now exact'st the penalty Which is a pound of this poore Merchants flesh Thou wilt not onely loose the forfeiture But touch'd with humane gentlenesse and loue Forgiue a moytie of the principall Glancing an eye of pitty on his losses That haue of late so hudled on his backe Enow to presse a royall Merchant downe And plucke commiseration of his state From brassie bosomes and rough hearts of flints From stubborne Turkes and Tarters neuer traind To offices of tender curtesie We all expect a gentle answer Iew Iew. I haue possest your grace of what I purpose And by our holy Sabbath haue I sworne To haue the due and forfeit of my bond If you denie it let the danger light Vpon your Charter and your Cities freedome You 'l aske me why I rather
be flayd aliue then ' noynted ouer with Honey set on the head of a Waspes Nest then stand till he be three quarters and a dram dead then recouer'd againe with Aquavite or some other hot Infusion then raw as he is and in the hotest day Prognostication proclaymes shall he be set against a Brick-wall the Sunne looking with a South-ward eye vpon him where hee is to behold him with Flyes blown to death But what talke we of these Traitorly-Rascals whose miseries are to be smil'd at their offences being so capitall Tell me for you seeme to be honest plaine men what you haue to the King being something gently consider'd I le bring you where he is aboord tender your persons to his presence whisper him in your behalfes and if it be in man besides the King to effect your Suites here is man shall doe it Clow. He seemes to be of great authoritie close with him giue him Gold and though Authoritie be a stubborne Beâ—re yet hee is oft led by the Nose with Gold shew the in-side of your Purse to the out-side of his hand and no more adoe Remember â—on'd and stay'd aliue Shep. And 't please you Sir to vndertake the Businesse for vs here is that Gold I haue I le make it as much more and leaue this young man in pawne till I bring it you Aut. After I hate done what I promised Shep. I Sir Aut. Well giue me the Moâ— Are you a partie in this Businesse Clow. In soâ—e sâ—rt Sir but though my case be a pittifull one I hope I shall not â—s â—d out oâ— it Aut. Oh that 's the case 〈◊〉 the Shepheards Sonne hang him hee 'le be maâ— aâ— exâ—le Clow. Comfort â—ood coâ— We must to the King and she â—our strange sights â—â—st know 't is none of your Daughâ—â— my 〈…〉 are gone else Sir I will giue you as much as this old man do's when the Businesse iâ— peâ—sâ—ed and remaine as he sayes your pawne till it be broughâ— you Aut. I will trust you Walke before toward the Sea-side goe on the right hand I will but looke vpon the Hedge and follow you Clow. We are bless'd in this man as I may say euen bless'd Shep. Let 's before as he bids vs he was prouided to doe vs good Aut. If I had a mind to be honest I see Fortune would not suffer mâ—â—shâ— dâ—s 〈◊〉 in my mouth I am courted now with a double â—sion Gold and a means to doe the Prince my Master â—od which who knowes how that may turn backe to 〈◊〉 â—ncement I will bring these â—wo Mâ—aieâ— tâ—e â—d-ones aboord him if he thinke it â—it to shoare thâ— againe and that the Complaint they haue â—o 〈◊〉 King concernes him nothing let him call me Rogâ—e â—oâ— being 〈◊〉 farre officious for I am proofe against that side and what shame else belongs to 't To him will I present them there may be matter in it Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Leontes Cleomines Dion Paulina Seruants Florizel Perdita Cleo. Sir you haue done enough and haue perform'd A Saint-like Sorrow No fault could you make Which you haue not redeem'd indeed pay'd downe More penitence then done trespas At the last Doe as the Heauens haue done forget your euill With them forgiue your selfe Leo. Whilest I remember Her and her Vertues I cannot forget My blemishes in them and so still thinke of The wrong I did my selfe which was so much That Heire-lesse it hath made my Kingdome and Destroy'd the sweet'st Companion that ere man Bred his hopes out of true Paul Too true my Lord If one by one you wedded all the World Or from the All that are tooke something good To make a perfect Woman she you kill'd Would be vnparallell'd Leo. I thinke so Kill'd She I kill'd I did so but thou strik'st me Sorely to say I did it is as bitter Vpon thy Tongue as in my Thought Now good now Say so but seldome Cleo. Not at all good Lady You might haue spoken a thousand things that would Haue done the time more benefit and grac'd Your kindnesse better Paul You are one of those Would haue him wed againe Dio. If you would not so You pitty not the State nor the Remembrance Of his most Soueraigne Name Consider little What Dangers by his Highnesse faile of Issue May drop vpon his Kingdome and deuouâ—e Incertaine lookers on What were more holy Then to reioyce the former Queene is well What holyer then for Royalties repayre For present comfort and for future good To blesse the Bed of Maiestie againe With a sweet Fellow to 't Paul There is none worthy Respecting her that 's gone besides the Gods Will haue fulfill'd their secret purposes For ha's not the Diuine Apollo said Is' t not the tenor of his Oracle That King Leontes shall not haue an Heire Till his lost Child be found Which that it shall Iâ— all as monstrous to our humane reason As my Antigonus to breake his Graue And come againe to me who on my life Did perish with the Infant 'T is your councell My Lord should to the Heauens be contrary Oppose against their wills Care not for Issue The Crowne will find an Heire Great Alexander Left his to th' Worthiest so his Successor Was like to be the best Leo. Good Paulina Who hast the memorie of Hermione I know in honor O that euer I Had squar'd me to thy councell then euen now I might haue look'd vpon my Queenes full eyes Haue taken Treasure from her Lippes Paul And left them More rich for what they yeelded Leo. Thou speak'st truth No more such Wiues therefore no Wife one worse And better vs'd would make her Sainted Spirit Againe possesse her Corps and on this Stage Where we Offendors now appeare Soule-vext And begin why to me Paul Had she such power She had iust such cause Leo. She had and would incense me To murther her I marryed Paul I should so Were I the Ghost that walk'd I l'd bid you marke Her eye and tell me for what dull part in 't You chose her then I l'd shrieke that euen your eares Should rift to heare me and the words that follow'd Should be Remember mine Leo. Starres Starres And all eyes else dead coales feare thou no Wife I le haue no Wife Paulina Paul Will you sweare Neuer to marry but by my free leaue Leo. Neuer Paulina so be bless'd my Spirit Paul Then good my Lords beare witnesse to his Oath Cleo. You tempt him ouer-much Paul Vnlesse another As like Hermione as is her Picture Affront his eye Cleo. Good Madame I haue done Paul Yet if my Lord will marry if you will Sir No remedie but you will Giue me the Office To chuse you a Queene she shall not be so young As was your former but she shall be such As walk'd your first Queenes Ghost it should take ioy To see her in your armes Leo. My true Paulina We shall not marry till thou bidst vs. Paul That
Without a tongue vsing conceit alone Without eyes eares and harmefull sound of words Then in despight of brooded watchfull day I would into thy bosome poure my thoughts But ah I will not yet I loue thee well And by my troth I thinke thou lou'st me well Hub. So well that what you bid me vndertake Though that my death were adiunct to my Act By heauen I would doe it Iohn Doe not I know thou wouldst Good Hubert Hubert Hubert throw thine eye On you young boy I le tell thee what my friend He is a very serpent in my way And wheresoere this foot of mine doth tread He lies before me dost thou vnderstand me Thou art his keeper Hub. And I le keepe him so That he shall not offend your Maiesty Iohn Death Hub. My Lord. Iohn A Graue Hub. He shall not liue Iohn Enough I could be merry now Hubert I loue thee Well I le not say what I intend for thee Remember Madam Fare you well I le send those powers o're to your Maiesty Ele. My blessing goe with thee Iohn For England Cosen goe Hubert shall be your man attend on you Withal true duetie On toward Callice hoa Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter France Dolphin Pandulpho Attendants Fra. So by a roaring Tempest on the flood A whole Armado of conuicted saile Is scattered and dis-ioyn'd from fellowship Pand. Courage and comfort all shall yet goe well Fra. What can goe well when we haue runne so ill Are we not beaten Is not Angiers lost Arthur tane prisoner diuers deere friends slaine And bloudy England into England gone Ore-bearing interruption spight of France Dol. What he hath won that hath he fortified So hot a speed with such aduice dispos'd Such temperate order in so fierce a cause Doth want example who hath read or heard Of any kindred-action like to this Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise So we could finde some patterne of our shame Enter Constance Looke who comes heere a graue vnto a soule Holding th' eternall spirit against her will In the vilde prison of afflicted breath I prethee Lady goe away with me Con. Lo now now see the issue of your peace Fra. Patience good Lady comfort gentle Constance Con. No I defie all Counsell all redresse But that which ends all counsell true Redresse Death death O amiable louely death Thou odoriferous stench sound rottennesse Arise forth from the couch of lasting night Thou hate and terror to prosperitie And I will kisse thy detestable bones And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe Come grin on me and I will thinke thou smil'st And busse thee as thy wife Miseries Loue O come to me Fra. O faire affliction peace Con. No no I will not hauing breath to cry O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth Then with a passion would I shake the world And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce Which scornes a moderne Inuocation Pand. Lady you vtter madnesse and not sorrow Con. Thou art holy to belye me so I am not mad this haire I teare is mine My name is Constance I was Gâ—ffreyes wife Yong Arthur is my sonne and he is lost I am not mad I would to heauen I were For then 't is like I should forget my selfe O if I could what griefe should I forget Preach some Philosophy to make me mad And thou shalt be Canoniz'd Cardinall For being not mad but sensible of greefe My reasonable part produces reason How I may be deliuer'd of these woes And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe If I were mad I should forget my sonne Or madly thinke a babe of clowes were he I am not mad too well too well I feele The different plague of each calamitie Fra. Binde vp those tresses O what loue I note In the faire multitude of â—hose her haires Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe Like true inseparable faithfull loues Sticking together in calamitie Con. To England if you will Fra. Binde vp your haires Con. Yes that I will and wherefore will I do it I tore them from their bonds and cride aloud O that these hands could so redeeme my sonne As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie But now I enuie at their libertie And will againe commit them to their bonds Because my poore childe is a prisoner And Father Cardinall I haue heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heauen If that be true I shall see my boy againe For since the birth of Caine the first male-childe To him that did but yesterday suspire There was not such a gracious creature borne But now will Canker-sorrow eat my bud And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost As dim and meager as an Agues fitte And so hee 'll dye and rising so againe When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen I shall not know him therefore neuer neuer Must I behold my pretty Arthur more Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe Const He talkes to me that neuer had a sonne Fra. You are as fond of greefe as of your childe Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe Lies in his bed walkes vp and downe with me Puts on his pretty lookes repeats his words Remembets me of all his gracious parts Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme Then haue I reason to be fond of griefe Fareyouwell had you such a losse as I I could giue better comfort then you doe I will not keepe this forme vpon my head When there is such disorder in my witte O Lord my boy my Arthur my faire sonne My life my ioy my food my all the world My widow-comfort and my sorrowes cure Exit Fra. I feare some out-rage and I le follow her Exit Dol. There 's nothing in this world can make me ioy Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull eare of a drowsie man And bitter shame hath spoyl'd the sweet words taste That it yeelds nought but shame and bitternesse Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease Euen in the instant of repaire and health The fit is strongest Euils that take leaue On their departure most of all shew euill What haue you lost by losing of this day Dol. All daies of glory ioy and happinesse Pan. If you had won it certainely you had No no when Fortune meanes to men most good Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye 'T is strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost In this which he accounts so clearely wonne Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as
honourable dewe That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares Being an ordinary Inundation But this effusion of such manly drops This showre blowne vp by tempest of the soule Startles mine eyes and makes me more amaz'd Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors Lift vp thy brow renowned Salisburie And with a great heart heaue away this storme Commend these waters to those baby-eyes That neuer saw the giant-world enrag'd Nor met with Fortune other then at feasts Full warm of blood of mirth of gossipping Come come for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe Into the purse of rich prosperity As Lewis himselfe so Nobles shall you all That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine Enter Pandulpho And euen there methinkes an Angell spake Looke where the holy Legate comes apace To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen And on our actions set the name of right With holy breath Pand. Haile noble Prince of France The next is this King Iohn hath reconcil'd Himselfe to Rome his spirit is come in That so stood out against the holy Church The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp And tame the sauage spirit of wilde warre That like a Lion fostered vp at hand It may lie gently at the foot of peace And be no further harmefull then in shewe Dol. Your Grace shall pardon me I will not backe I am too high-borne to be proportied To be a secondary at controll Or vsefull seruing-man and Instrument To any Soueraigne State throughout the world Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe And brought in matter that should feed this fire And now 't is farre too huge to be blowne out With that same weake winde which enkindled it You taught me how to know the face of right Acquainted me with interest to this Land Yea thrust this enterprize into my heart And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made His peace with Rome what is that peace to me I by the honour of my marriage bed After yong Arthur claime this Land for mine And now it is halfe conquer'd must I backe Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome Am I Romes slaue What penny hath Rome borne What men prouided What munition sent To vnder-prop this Action Is' t not I That vnder-goe this charge Who else but I And such as to my claime are liable Sweat in this businesse and maintaine this warre Haue I not heard these Islanders shout out Viue le Roy as I haue bank'd their Townes Haue I not heere the best Cards for the game To winne this easie match plaid for a Crowne And shall I now giue ore the yeelded Set No no on my soule it neuer shall be said Pand. You looke but on the out-side of this worke Dol. Out-side or in-side I will not returne Till my attempt so much be glorified As to my ample hope was promised Before I drew this gallant head of warre And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world To out-looke Conquest and to winne renowne Euen in the iawes of danger and of death What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs Enter Bastard Bast According to the faire-play of the world Let me haue audience I am sent to speake My holy Lord of Millane from the King I come to learne how you haue dealt for him And as you answer I doe know the scope And warrant limited vnto my tongue Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite And will not temporize with my intreaties He flatly saies heeâ—ll not lay downe his Armes Bast By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd The youth saies well Now heare our English King For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me He is prepar'd and reason to he should This apish and vnmannerly approach This harness'd Maske and vnaduised Reuell This vn-heard sawcinesse and boyish Troopes The King doth smile at and is well prepar'd To whip this dwarfish warre this Pigmy Armes From out the circle of his Territories That hand which had the strength euen at your dore To cudgell you and make you take the hatch To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles To crowch in litter of your stable plankes To lye like pawnes lock'd vp in chests and truncks To hug with swine to seeke sweet safety out In vaults and prisons and to thrill and shake Euen at the crying of your Nations crow Thinking this voyce an armed Englishman Shall that victorious hand be feebled heere That in your Chambers gaue you chasticement No know the gallant Monarch is in Armes And like an Eagle o're his ayerie towres To sowsse annoyance that comes neere his Nest And you degenerate you ingrate Reuolts you bloudy Nero's ripping vp the wombe Of your deere Mother-England blush for shame For your owne Ladies and pale-visag'd Maides Like Amazons come tripping after drummes Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change Their Needl's to Lances and their gentle hearts To fierce and bloody inclination Dol. There end thy braue and turn thy face in peace We grant thou canst out-scold vs Far thee well We hold our time too precious to be spent With such a brabler Pan. Giue me leaue to speake Bast No I will speake Dol. We will attend to neyther Strike vp the drummes and let the tongue of warre Pleade for our interest and our being heere Bast Indeede your drums being beaten wil cry out And so shall you being beaten Do but start An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme And euen at hand a drumme is readie brac'd That shall reuerberate all as lowd as thine Sound but a 〈◊〉 and another shall As lowd as thine rattle the Welkins eare And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder for at hand Not trusting to this halting Legate heere Whom he hath vs'd rather for sport then neede Is warlike Iohn and in his fore-head sits A bare-rib'd death whose office is this day To feast vpon whole thousands of the French Dol. Strike vp our drummes to finde this danger out Bast And thou shalt finde it Dolphin do not doubt Exeunt Scaena Tertia Alarums Enter Iohn and Hubert Iohn How goes the day with vs oh tell me Hubert Hub. Badly I feare how fares your Maiesty Iohn This Feauer that hath troubled me so long Lyes heauie on me oh my heart is sicke Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord your valiant kinsman Falconbridge Desires your Maiestie to leaue the field And send him word by me which way you go Iohn Tell him toward Swinsted to the Abbey there Mes Be of good comfort for the great supply That was expected by the Dolphin heere Are wrack'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands This newes was brought to Richard but euen now The French fight coldly and retyre themselues Iohn Aye me this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp And will not let me welcome this good newes Set on toward Swinsted to my Litter
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâ—d Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
soule and she sayes vp downe the town that her eldest son is like you She hath bin in good case the truth is pouerty hath distracted her but for these foolish Officers I beseech you I may haue redresse against them Iust Sir Iohn sir Iohn I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cause the false way It is not a confident brow nor the throng of wordes that come with such more then impudent sawcines from you can thrust me from a leuell consideration I know you ha' practis'd vpon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman Host Yes in troth my Lord. Iust Prethee peace pay her the debt you owe her and vnpay the villany you haue done her the one you may do with sterling mony the other with currant repentance Fal. My Lord I will not vndergo this sneape without reply You call honorable Boldnes impudent Sawcinesse If a man wil curt'sie and say nothing he is vertuous No my Lord your humble duty remeÌ„bred I will not be your sutor I say to you I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being vpon hasty employment in the Kings Affaires Iust You speake as hauing power to do wrong But answer in the effect of your Reputation and satisfie the poore woman Falst Come hither Hostesse Enter M. Gower Ch. Iust Now Master Gower What newes Gow The King my Lord and Henrie Prince of Wales Are neere at hand The rest the Paper telles Falst As I am a Gentleman Host Nay you said so before Fal. As I am a Gentleman Come no more words of it Host By this Heauenly ground I tread on I must be faine to pawne both my Plate and the Tapistry of my dyning Chambers Fal. Glasses glasses is the onely drinking and for thy walles a pretty slight Drollery or the Storie of the Prodigall or the Germane hunting in Waterworke is worth a thousand of these Bed-hangings and these Fly-bitten Tapistries Let it be tenne pound if thou canst Come if it were not for thy humors there is not a better Wench in England Go wash thy face and draw thy Action Come thou must not bee in this humour with me come I know thou was 't set on to this Host Prethee Sir Iohn let it be but twenty Nobles I loath to pawne my Plate in good earnest la. Fal. Let it alone I le make other shift you 'l be a fool still Host Well you shall haue it although I pawne my Gowne I hope you 'l come to Supper You 'l pay me altogether Fal. Will I liue Go with her with her hooke-on hooke-on Host Will you haue Doll Teare-sheet meet you at supper Fal. No more words Let 's haue her Ch. Iust. I haue heard bitter newes Fal What 's the newes my good Lord Ch. Iu. Where lay the King last night Mes At Basingstoke my Lord. Fal. I hope my Lord all 's well What is the newes my Lord Ch Iust Come all his Forces backe Mes No Fifteene hundred Foot fiue hundred Horse Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancaster Against Northumberland and the Archbishop Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales my noble L Ch. Iust You shall haue Letteâ—s of me presently Come go along with me good M. Gowre Fal. My Lord. Ch. Iust What 's the matter Fal. Master Gowre shall I entreate you with mee to dinner Gow I must waite vpon my good Lord heere I thanke you good Sir Iohn Ch. Iust Sir Iohn you loyter heere too long being you are to take Souldiers vp in Countries as you go Fal. Will you sup with me Master Gowre Ch. Iust What foolish Master taught you these manners Sir Iohn Fal. Master Gower if they become mee not hee was a Foole that taught them mee This is the right Fencing grace my Lord tap for tap and so part faire Ch. Iust Now the Lord lighten thee thou art a great Foole. Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Prince Henry Pointz Bardolfe and Page Prin. Trust me I am exceeding weary Poin. Is it come to that I had thought wearines durst not haue attach'd one of so high blood Prin. It doth me though it discolours the complexion of my Greatnesse to acknowledge it Doth it not shew vildely in me to desire small Beere Poin. Why a Prince should not be so loosely studied as to remember so weake a Composition Prince Belike then my Appetite was not Princely got for in troth I do now remember the poore Creature Small Beere But indeede these humble considerations make me out of loue with my Greatnesse What a disgrace is it to me to remember thy name Or to know thy face to morrow Or to take note how many paire of Silk stockings y u hast Viz. these and those that were thy peach-colour'd ones Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy shirts as one for superfluity and one other for vse But that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I for it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee when thou kept'st not Racket there as thou hast not done a great while because the rest of thy Low Countries haue made a shift to eate vp thy Holland Poin. How ill it followes after you haue labour'd so hard you should talke so idlely Tell me how many good yong Princes would do so their Fathers lying so sicke as yours is Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing Pointz Poin. Yes and let it be an excellent good thing Prin. It shall serue among wittes of no higher breeding then thine Poin. Go to I stand the push of your one thing that you 'l tell Prin. Why I tell thee it is not meer that I should be sad now my Father is sicke albeit I could tell to thee as to one it pleases me for fault of a better to call my friend I could be sad and sad indeed too Poin Very hardly vpon such a subiect Prin. Thou think'st me as farre in the Diuels Booke as thou and Falstaffe for obduracie and persistencie Let the end try the man But I tell thee my hart bleeds inwardly that my Father is so sicke and keeping such vild company as thou art hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow Poin. The reason Prin. What would'st thou think of me if I shold weep Poin. I would thinke thee a most Princely hypocrite Prin. It would be euery mans thought and thou art a blessed Fellow to thinke as euery man thinkes neuer a mans thought in the world keepes the Rode-way better then thine euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite indeeâ—e And what accites your most worshipful thought to thinke so Poin. Why because you haue beene so lewde and so much ingraffed to Falstaffe Prin. And to thee Pointz Nay I am well spoken of I can heare it with mine owne eares the worst that they can say of me is that I am a second Brother and that I am a proper Fellowe of my hands and those two things I confesse I canot helpe Looke looke here comes Bardolfe Prince And the Boy that I gaue
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
There Will. This will I also weare in my Cap if euer thou come to me and say after to morrow This is my Gloue by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare King If euer I liue to see it I will challenge it Will. Thou dar'st as well be hang'd King Well I will doe it though I take thee in the Kings companie Will. Keepe thy word fare thee well Bates Be friends you English fooles be friends wee haue French Quarrels enow if you could tell how to reckon Exit Souldiers King Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one they will beat vs for they beare them on their shoulders but it is no English Treason to cut French Crownes and to morrow the King himselfe will be a Clipper Vpon the King let vs our Liues our Soules Our Debts our carefull Wiues Our Children and our Sinnes lay on the King We must beare all O hard Condition Twin-borne with Greatnesse Subiect to the breath of euery foole whose sence No more can feele but his owne wringing What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect That priuate men enioy And what haue Kings that Priuates haue not too Saue Ceremonie saue generall Ceremonie And what art thou thou Idoll Ceremonie What kind of God art thou that suffer'st more Of mortall griefes then doe thy worshippers What are thy Rents what are thy Commings in O Ceremonie shew me but thy worth What is thy Soule of Odoration Art thou ought else but Place Degree and Forme Creating awe and feare in other men Wherein thou art lesse happy being fear'd Then they in fearing What drink'st thou oft in stead of Homage sweet But poyson'd flatterie O be sick great Greatnesse And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out With Titles blowne from Adulation Will it giue place to flexure and low bending Canst thou when thou command'st the beggers knee Command the health of it No thou prowd Dreame That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose I am a King that find thee and I know 'T is not the Balme the Scepter and the Ball The Sword the Mase the Crowne Imperiall The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle The farsed Title running 'fore the King The Throne he sits on nor the Tyde of Pompe That beates vpon the high shore of this World No not all these thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie Not all these lay'd in Bed Maiesticall Can sleepe so soundly as the wretched Slaue Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest cram'd with distressefull bread Neuer sees horride Night the Child of Hell But like a Lacquey from the Rise to Set Sweates in the eye of Phebus and all Night Sleepes in Elizium next day after dawne Doth rise and helpe Hiperio to his Horse And followes so the euer-running yeere With profitable labour to his Graue And but for Ceremonie such a Wretch Winding vp Dayes with toyle and Nights with sleepe Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King The Slaue a Member of the Countreyes peace Enioyes it but in grosse braine little wots What watch the King keepes to maintaine the peace Whose howres the Pesant best aduantages Enter Erpingham Erp. My Lord your Nobles iealous of your absence Seeke through your Campe to find you King Good old Knight collect them all together At my Tent I le be before thee Erp. I shall doo 't my Lord. Exit King O God of Battailes steele my Souldiers hearts Possesse them not with feare Take from them now The sence of reckning of th' opposed numbers Pluck their hearts from them Not to day O Lord O not to day thinke not vpon the fault My Father made in compassing the Crowne I Richards body haue interred new And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares Then from it issued forced drops of blood Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp Toward Heauen to pardon blood And I haue built two Chauntries Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still For Richards Soule More-will I doe Though all that I can doe is nothing worth Since that my Penitence comes after all Imploring pardon Enter Gloucester Glouc. My Liege King My Brother Gloucesters voyce I I know thy errand I will goe with thee The day my friend and all things stay for me Exeunt Enter the Dolphin Orleance Ramburs and Beaumont Orleance The Sunne doth gild our Armour vp my Lords Dolph Monte Cheual My Horse Verlot Lacquay Ha. Orleance Oh braue Spirit Dolph Viales swes terre Orleance Rien puis le air fâ— Dolph Coin Cousin Orleance Enter Constable Now my Lord Constable Const Hearke how our Steedes for present Seruice neigh. Dolph Mount them and make incision in their Hides That their hot blood may spin in English eyes And doubt them with superfluous courage ha Ram. What wil you haue them weep our Horses blood How shall we then behold their naturall teares Enter Messenger Messeng The English are embattail'd you French Peeres Const To Horse you gallant Princes straight to Horse Doe but behold yond poore and starued Band And your faire shew shall suck away their Soules Leauing them but the shales and huskes of men There is not worke enough for all our hands Scarce blood enough in all their sickly Veines To giue each naked Curtleax a stayne That our French Gallantâ— shall to day draw out And sheath for lack of sport Let vs but blow on them The vapour of our Valour will o're-turne them 'T is positiue against all exceptions Lords That our superfluous Lacquies and our Pesants Who in vnnecessarie action swarme About our Squares of Battaile were enow To purge this field of such a hilding Foe Though we vpon this Mountaines Basis by Tooke stand for idle speculation But that our Honours must not What 's to say A very little little let vs doe And all is done then let the Trumpets sound The Tucket Sonnance and the Note to mount For our approach shall so much dare the field That England shall couch downe in feare and yeeld Enter Graundpree Grandpree Why do you stay so long my Lords of France Yond Iland Carrions desperate of their bones Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loose And our Ayre shakes them passing scornefully Bigge Mars seemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoast And faintly through a rustie Beuer peepes The Horsemen sit like fixed Candlesticks With Torch-staues in their hand and their poore Iades Lob downe their heads dropping the hides and hips The gumme downe roping from their pale-dead eyes And in their pale dull mouthes the Iymold Bitt Lyes foule with chaw'd-grasse still and motionlesse And their executors the knauish Crowes Flye o're them all impatient for their howre Description cannot sute it selfe in words To demonstrate the Life of such a Battaile In life so liuelesse as it shewes it selfe Const They haue said their prayers And they â—ay for death Dolph Shall we goe send them Dinners
my leaue of thee faire Sonne Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone Come side by side together liue and dye And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye Exit Alarum Excursions wherein Talbots Sonne is hemm'd about and Talbot rescues him Talb. Saint George and Victory fight Souldiers fight The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word And left vs to the rage of France his Sword Where is Iohn Talbot pawse and take thy breath I gaue thee Life and rescu'd thee from Death Iohn O twice my Father twice am I thy Sonne The Life thou gau'st me first was lost and done Till with thy Warlike Sword despight of Fate To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire Of bold-fac't Victorie Then Leaden Age Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene and Warlike Rage Beat downe Alanson Orleance Burgundie And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee The irefull Bastard Orleance that drew blood From thee my Boy and had the Maidenhood Of thy first fight I soone encountred And interchanging blowes I quickly shed Some of his Bastard blood and in disgrace Bespoke him thus Contaminated base And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine Meane and right poore for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot my braue Boy Here purposing the Bastard to destroy Came in strong rescue Speake thy Fathers care Art thou not wearie Iohn How do'st thou fare Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile Boy and flie Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie Flye to reuenge my death when I am dead The helpe of one stands me in little stead Oh too much folly is it well I wot To hazard all our liues in one small Boat If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age. By me they nothing gaine and if I stay 'T is but the shortning of my Life one day In thee thy Mother dyes our Households Name My Deaths Reuenge thy Youth and Englands Fame All these and more we hazard by thy stay All these are sau'd if thou wilt flye away Iohn The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart On that aduantage bought with such a shame To saue a paltry Life and slay bright Fame Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye The Coward Horse that beares me fall and dye And like me to the pesant Boyes of France To be Shames scorne and subiect of Mischance Surely by all the Glorie you haue wonne And if I flye I am not Talbots Sonne Then talke no more of flight it is no boot If Sonne to Talbot dye at Talbots foot Talb. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Syre of Creet Thou Icarus thy Life to me is sweet If thou wilt fight fight by thy Fathers side And commendable prou'd let 's dye in pride Exit Alarum Excursions Enter old Talbot led Talb. Where is my other Life mine owne is gone O where 's young Talbot where is valiant Iohn Triumphant Death smear'd with Captiuitie Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee When he perceiu'd me shrinke and on my Knee His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee And like a hungry Lyon did commence Rough deeds of Rage and sterne Impatience But when my angry Guardant stood alone Tendring my ruine and assayl'd of none Dizzie-ey'd Furie and great rage of Heart Suddenly made him from my side to start Into the clustring Battaile of the French And in that Sea of Blood my Boy did drench His ouer-mounting Spirit and there di'de My Icarus my Blossome in his pride Enter with Iohn Talbot borne Seru. O my deare Lord loe where your Sonne is borne Tal. Thou antique Death which laugh'st vs here to scorn Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie In thy despight shall scape Mortalitie O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death Speake to thy father ere thou yeeld thy breath Braue death by speaking whither he will or no Imagine him a Frenchman and thy Foe Poore Boy he smiles me thinkes as who should say Had Death bene French then Death had dyed to day Come come and lay him in his Fathers armes My spirit can no longer beare these harmes Souldiers adieu I haue what I would haue Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue Dyes Enter Charles Alanson Burgundie Bastard and Pucell Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in We should haue found a bloody day of this Bast How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood Puc Once I encountred him and thus I said Thou Maiden youth be vanquisht by a Maide But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne He answer'd thus Yong Talbot was not borne To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench So rushing in the bowels of the French He left me proudly as vnworthy fight Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight See where he lyes inherced in the armes Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes Bast Hew them to peeces hack their bones assunder Whose life was Englands glory Gallia's wonder Char. Oh no forbeare For that which we haue fled During the life let vs not wrong it dead Enter Lucie Lu. Herald conduct me to the Dolphins Tent To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent Lucy Submission Dolphin Ti◠a meere French word We English Warriours wot not what it meanes I come to know what Prisoner thou hast tane And to suruey the bodies of the dead Char. For prisoners askst thou Hell our prison is But tell me whom thou seek'st Luc. But where 's the great Alcides of the field Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury Created for his rare successe in Armes Great Earle of Washford Waterford and Valence Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield Lord Strange of Blackmere Lord Verdon of Alton Lord Cromwell of Wingefield Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge Knight of the Noble Order of S. George Worthy S. Michael and the Golden Fleece Great Marshall to Henry the sixt Of all his Warres within the Realme of France Puc Heere 's a silly stately stile indeede The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath Writes not so tedious a Stile as this Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete Lucy Is Talbot slaine the Frenchmens only Scourge Your Kingdomes terror and blacke Nemesis Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd That I in rage might shoot them at your faces Oh that I could but call these dead to life It were enough to fright the Realme of France Were but his Picture left amongst you here It would amaze the prowdest of you all Giue me their Bodyes that I may beare them hence And giue them Buriall as beseemes their worth Pucel I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots
As thou art Knight neuer to disobey Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England Thou nor thy Nobles to the Crowne of England So now dismisse your Army when ye please Hang vp your Ensignes let your Drummes be still For heere we entertaine a solemne peace Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Suffolke in conference with the King Glocester and Exeter King Your wondrous rare description noble Earle Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me Her vertues graced with externall gifts Do breed Loues setled passions in my heart And like as rigour of tempestuous gustes Prouokes the mightiest Hulke against the tide So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne Either to suffer Shipwracke or arriue Where I may haue fruition of her Loue. Suf. Tush my good Lord this superficiall tale Is but a preface of her worthy praise The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame Had I sufficient skill to vtter them Would make a volume of inticing lines Able to rauish any dull conceit And which is more she is not so Diuine So full repleate with choice of all delights But with as humble lowlinesse of minde She is content to be at your command Command I meane of Vertuous chaste intents To Loue and Honor Henry as her Lord. King And otherwise will Henry ne're presume Therefore my Lord Protector giue consent That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene Glo. So should I giue consent to flatter sinne You know my Lord your Highnesse is betroath'd Vnto another Lady of esteeme How shall we then dispense with that contract And not deface your Honor with reproach Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes Or one that at a Triumph hauing vow'd To try his strength forsaketh yet the Listes By reason of his Aduersaries oddes A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes And therefore may be broâ—e without offence Gloucester Why what I pray is Margaret more then that Her Father is no better than an Earle Although in glorious Titles he excell Suf. Yes my Lord her Father is a King The King of Naples and Ierusalem And of such great Authoritie in France As his alliance will confirme our peace And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance Glo. And so the Earle of Arminacke may doe Because he is neere Kinsman vnto Charles Exet. Beside his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower Where Reignier sooner will receyue than giue Suf. A Dowre my Lords Disgrace not so your King That he should be so abiect base and poore To choose for wealth and not for perfect Loue. Henry is able to enrich his Queene And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues As Market men for Oxen Sheepe or Horse Marriage is a matter of more worth Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship Not whom we will but whom his Grace affects Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed And therefore Lords since he affects her most Most of all these reasons bindeth vs In our opinions she should be preferr'd For what is wedloeke forced but a Hell An Age of discord and continuall strife Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse And is a patterne of Celestiall peace Whom should we match with Henry being a King But Margaret that is daughter to a King Her peerelesse feature ioyned with her birth Approues her sit for none but for a King Her valiant courage and vndaunted spirit More then in women commonly is seene Will answer our hope in issue of a King For Henry sonne vnto a Conqueror Is likely to beget more Conquerors If with a Lady of so high resolue As is faire Margaret he be link'd in loue Then yeeld my Lords and heere conclude with mee That Margaret shall be Queene and none but shee King Whether it be through force of your report My Noble Lord of Suffolke Or for that My tender youth was neuer yet attaint With any passion of inflaming Ioue I cannot tell but this I am assur'd I feele such sharpe dissention in my breast Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare As I am sicke with working of my thoughts Take therefore shipping poste my Lord to France Agree to any couenants and procure That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come To crosse the Seas to England and be crown'd King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene For your expences and sufficient charge Among the people gather vp a tenth Be gone I say for till you do returne I rest perplexed with a thousand Cares And you good Vnckle banish all offence If you do censure me by what you were Not what you are I know it will excuse This sodaine execution of my will And so conduct me where from company I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe Exit Glo. I greefe I feare me both at first and last Exit Glocester Suf. Thus Suffolke hath preuail'd and thus he goes As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece With hope to finde the like euent in loue But prosper better than the Troian did Margaret shall now be Queene and rule the King But I will rule both her the King and Realme Exit FINIS The second Part of Henry the Sixt with the death of the Good Duke HVMFREY Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish of Trumpets Then Hoboyes Enter King Duke Humfrey Salisbury Warwicke and Beauford on the one side The Queene Suffolke Yorke Somerset and Buckingham on the other Suffolke AS by your high Imperiall Maiesty I had in charge at my depart for France As Procurator to your Excellence To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace So in the Famous Ancient City Toures In presence of the Kings of France and Sicill The Dukes of Orleance Calaber Britaigne and Alanson Seuen Earles twelue Barons twenty reuerend Bishops I haue perform'd my Taske and was espous'd And humbly now vpon my bended knee In sight of England and her Lordly Peeres Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene To your most gracious hands that are the Substance Of that great Shadow I did represent The happiest Gift that euer Marquesse gaue The Fairest Queene that euer King receiu'd King Suffolke arise Welcome Queene Margaret I can expresse no kinder signe of Loue Then this kinde kisse O Lord that lends me life Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnesse For thou hast giuen me in this beauteous Face A world of earthly blessings to my soule If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts Queen Great King of England my gracious Lord The mutuall conference that my minde hath had By day by night waking and in my dreames In Courtly company or at my Beades With you mine Alder liefest Soueraigne Makes me the bolder to salute my King With ruder termes such as my wit affoords And ouer ioy of heart doth minister King Her sight did rauish but her grace in Speech Her words yclad with wisedomes Maiesty Makes me from Wondring fall to Weeping ioyes Such is the Fulnesse of my hearts content Lords with one cheerefull voice Welcome my Loue. All kneel Long liue Qu. Margaret Englands happines Queene We thanke
Coale-Black as Iet King Why then thou know'st what Colour Iet is of Suff. And yet I thinke Iet did he neuer see Glost But Cloakes and Gownes before this day a many Wife Neuer before this day in all his life Glost Tell me Sirrha what 's my Name Simpc. Alas Master I know not Glost What 's his Name Simpc. I know not Glost Nor his Simpc. No indeede Master Glost What 's thine owne Name Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe and if it please you Master Glost Then Saunder sit there The lying'st Knaue in Christendome If thou hadst beene borne blinde Thou might'st as well haue knowne all our Names As thus to name the seuerall Colours we doe weare Sight may distinguish of Colours But suddenly to nominate them all It is impossible My Lords Saint Albone here hath done a Miracle And would ye not thinke it Cunning to be great That could restore this Cripple to his Legges againe Simpc. O Master that you could Glost My Masters of Saint Albones Haue you not Beadles in your Towne And Things call'd Whippes Maior Yes my Lord if it please your Grace Glost Then send for one presently Maior Sirrha goe fetch the Beadle hither straight Exit Glost Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by Now Sirrha if you meane to saue your selfe from Whipping leape me ouer this Stoole and runne away Simpc. Alas Master I am not able to stand alone You goe about to torture me in vaine Enter a Beadle with Whippes Glost Well Sir we must haue you finde your Legges Sirrha Beadle whippe him till he leape ouer that same Stoole Beadle I will my Lord. Come on Sirrha off with your Doublet quickly Simpc. Alas Master what shall I doe I am not able to stand After the Beadle hath hit him once he leapes ouer the Stoole and runnes away and they follow and cry A Miracle King O God seest thou this and bearest so long Queene It made me laugh to see the Villaine runne Glost Follow the Knaue and take this Drab away Wife Alas Sir we did it for pure need Glost Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne Till they come to Barwick from whence they came Exit Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day Suff. True made the Lame to leape and flye away Glost But you haue done more Miracles then I You made in a day my Lord whole Townes to flye Enter Buckingham King What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold A sort of naughtie persons lewdly bent Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor the Protectors Wife The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout Haue practis'd dangerously against your State Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground Demanding of King Henries Life and Death And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand Card. And so my Lord Protector by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming yet at London This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge 'T is like my Lord you will not keepe your houre Glost Ambitious Church-man leaue to afflict my heart Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers And vanquisht as I am I yeeld to thee Or to the meanest Groome King O God what mischiefes work the wicked ones Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby Queene Gloster see here the Taincture of thy Nest And looke thy selfe be faultlesse thou wert best Glost Madame for my selfe to Heauen I doe appease How I haue lou'd my King and Common-weale And for my Wife I know not how it stands Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard Noble shee is but if shee haue forgot Honor and Vertue and conuers't with such As like to Pytch defile Nobilitie I banish her my Bed and Companie And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame That hath dis-honored Glosters honest Name King Well for this Night we will repose vs here To morrow toward London back againe To looke into this Businesse thorowly And call these foule Offendors to their Answeres And poyse the Cause in Iustice equall Scales Whose Beame stands sure whose rightful cause preuailes Flourish Exeunt Enter Yorke Salisbury and Warwick Yorke Now my good Lords of Salisbury Warwick Our simple Supper ended giue me leaue In this close Walke to satisfie my selfe In crauing your opinion of my Title Which is infallible to Englands Crowne Salisb. My Lord I long to heare it at full Warw. Sweet Yorke begin and if thy clayme be good The Neuills are thy Subiects to command Yorke Then thus Edward the third my Lords had seuen Sonnes The first Edward the Black-Prince Prince of Wales The second William of Hatfield and the third Lionel Duke of Clarence next to whom Was Iohn of Gaunt the Duke of Lancaster The fift was Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke The sixt was Thomas of Woodstock Duke of Gloster William of Windsor was the seuenth and last Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father And left behinde him Richard his onely Sonne Who after Edward the third's death raign'd as King Till Henry Bullingbrooke Duke of Lancaster The eldest Sonne and Heire of Iohn of Gaunt Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth Seiz'd on the Realme depos'd the rightfull King Sent his poore Queene to France from whence she came And him to Pumfret where as all you know Harmelesse Richard was murthered traiterously Warw. Father the Duke hath told the truth Thus got the House of Lancaster the Crowne Yorke Which now they hold by force and not by right For Richard the first Sonnes Heire being dead The Issue of the next Sonne should haue reign'd Salisb. But William of Hatfield dyed without an Heire Yorke The third Sonne Duke of Clarence From whose Line I clayme the Crowne Had Issue Phillip a Daughter Who marryed Edmond Mortimer Earle of March Edmond had Issue Roger Earle of March Roger had Issue Edmond Anne and Elianor Salisb. This Edmond in the Reigne of Bullingbrooke As I haue read layd clayme vnto the Crowne And but for Owen Glendour had beene King Who kept him in Captiuitie till he dyed But to the rest Yorke His eldest Sister Anne My Mother being Heire vnto the Crowne Marryed Richard Earle of Cambridge Who was to Edmond Langley Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne By her I clayme the Kingdome She was Heire to Roger Earle of March Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer Who marryed Phillip sole Daughter Vnto Lionel Duke of Clarence So if the Issue of the elder Sonne Succeed before the younger I am King Warw. What plaine proceedings is more plain then this Henry doth clayme the Crowne from Iohn of Gaunt The fourth Sonne Yorke claymes it from the third Till Lionels Issue fayles his should not reigne It fayles not yet but flourishes in thee And in thy Sonnes faire slippes of such a Stock Then Father Salisbury kneele we together And in this priuate Plot be we the first
and watch me as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would vnfold His Fathers Acts commenc'd in burning Troy Am I not witcht like her Or thou not false like him Aye me I can no more Dye Elinor For Henry weepes that thou dost liue so long Noyse within Enter Warwicke and many Commons War It is reported mighty Soueraigne That good Duke Humfrey Traiterously is murdred By Suffolke and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes The Commons like an angry Hiue of Bees That want their Leader scatter vp and downe And care not who they sting in his reuenge My selfe haue calm'd their spleenfull mutinie Vntill they heare the order of his death King That he is dead good Warwick 't is too true But how he dyed God knowes not Henry Enter his Chamber view his breathlesse Corpes And comment then vpon his sodaine death War That shall I do my Liege Stay Salsburie With the rude multitude till I returne King O thou that iudgest all things stay my thoghts My thoughts that labour to perswade my soule Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life If my suspect be false forgiue me God For iudgement onely doth belong to thee Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips With twenty thousand kisses and to draine Vpon his face an Ocean of salt teares To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke And with my fingers feele his hand vnfeeling But all in vaine are these meane Obsequies Bed put forth And to suruey his dead and earthy Image What were it but to make my sorrow greater Warw. Come hither gracious Soueraigne view this body King That is to see how deepe my graue is made For with his soule fled all my worldly solace For seeing him I see my life in death War As surely as my soule intends to liue With that dread King that tooke our state vpon him To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curse I do beleeue that violent hands were laid Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke Suf. A dreadfull Oath sworne with a solemn tongue What instance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow War See how the blood is setled in his face Oft haue I seene a timely-parted Ghost Of ashy semblance meager pale and bloodlesse Being all descended to the labouring heart Who in the Conflict that it holds with death Attracts the same for aydance ' gainst the enemy Which with the heart there cooles and ne're returneth To blush and beautifie the Cheeke againe But see his face is blacke and full of blood His eye-balles further out than when he liued Staring full gastly like a strangled man His hayre vp rear'd his nostrils stretcht with strugling His hands abroad display'd as one that graspt And tugg'd for Life and was by strength subdude Looke on the sheets his haire you see is sticking His well proportion'd Beard made ruffe and rugged Like to the Summers Come by Tempest lodged It cannot be but he was murdred heere The least of all these signes were probable Suf. Why Warwicke who should do the D. to death My selfe and Beauford had him in protection And we I hope sir are no murtherers War But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes And you forsooth had the good Duke to keepe T is like you would not feast him like a friend And 't is well seene he found an enemy Queen Than you belike suspect these Noblemen As guilty of Duke Humfries timelesse death Warw. Who finds the Heyfer dead and bleeding fresh And sees fast-by a Butcher with an Axe But will suspect 't was he that made the slaughter Who finds the Partridge in the Puttocks Nest But may imagine how the Bird was dead Although the Kyte soare with vnbloudied Beake Euen so suspitious is this Tragedie Qu. Are you the Butcher Suffolk where 's your Knife Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte where are his Tallons Suff. I weare no Knife to slaughter sleeping men But here 's a vengefull Sword rusted with ease That shall be scowred in his rancorous heart That slanders me with Murthers Crimson Badge Say if thou dar'st prowd Lord of Warwickshire That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death Warw. What dares not Warwick if false Suffolke dare him Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller Though Suffolke dare him twentie thousand times Warw. Madame be still with reuerence may I say For euery word you speake in his behalfe Is slander to your Royall Dignitie Suff. Blunt-witted Lord ignoble in demeanor If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord so much Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some sterne vntutur'd Churle and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree slippe whose Fruit thou art And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race Warw. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee And I should rob the Deaths-man of his Fee Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames And that my Soueraignes presence makes me milde I would false murd'rous Coward on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy passed speech And say it was thy Mother that thou meant'st That thou thy selfe wast borne in Bastardie And after all this fearefull Homage done Giue thee thy hyre and send thy Soule to Hell Pernicious blood-sucker of sleeping men Suff. Thou shalt be waking while I shed thy blood If from this presence thou dar'st goe with me Warw. Away euen now or I will drag thee hence Vnworthy though thou art I le cope with thee And doe some seruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghost Exeunt King What stronger Brest-plate then a heart vntainted Thrice is he arm'd that hath his Quarrell iust And he but naked though lockt vp in Steele Whose Conscience with Iniustice is corrupted A noyse within Queene What noyse is this Enter Suffolke and Warwicke with their Weapons drawne King Why how now Lords Your wrathfull Weapons drawne Here in our presence Dare you be so bold Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here Suff. The trayt'rous Warwick with the men of Bury Set all vpon me mightie Soueraigne Enter Salisbury Salisb. Sirs stand apart the King shall know your minde Dread Lord the Commons send you word by me Vnlesse Lord Suffolke straight be done to death Or banished faire Englands Territories They will by violence teare him from your Pallace And torture him with grieuous lingring death They say by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de They say in him they feare your Highnesse death And meere instinct of Loue and Loyaltie Free from a stubborne opposite intent As being thought to contradict your liking Makes them thus forward in his Banishment They say in care of your most Royall Person That if your Highnesse should intend to sleepe And charge that no man should disturbe your rest In paine of your dislike or paine of death Yet notwithstanding such a strait Edict Were there a Serpent seene with forked Tongue That slyly glyded towards your Maiestie It were but necessarie you were wak't Least being suffer'd in that harmefull slumber The mortall Worme might make the sleepe eternall And therefore doe
Yorke as Mother And reuerend looker on of two faire Queenes Come Madame you must straight to Westminster There to be crowned Richards Royall Queene Qu. Ah cut my Lace asunder That my pent heart may haue some scope to beat Or else I swoone with this dead-killing newes Anne Despightfull tidings O vnpleasing newes Dors Be of good cheare Mother how fares your Grace Qu. O Dorset speake not to me get thee gone Death and Destruction dogges thee at thy heeles Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children If thou wilt out-strip Death goe crosse the Seas And liue with Richmond from the reach of Hell Goe hye thee hye thee from this slaughter-house Lest thou encrease the number of the dead And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curse Nor Mother Wife nor Englands counted Queene Stanley Full of wise care is this your counsaile Madame Take all the swift aduantage of the howres You shall haue Letters from me to my Sonne In your behalfe to meet you on the way Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwise delay Duch. Yorke O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie O my accursed Wombe the Bed of Death A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous Stanley Come Madame come I in all haste was sent Anne And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe O would to God that the inclusiue Verge Of Golden Mettall that must round my Brow Were red hot Steele to seare me to the Braines Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome And dye ere men can say God saue the Queene Qu. Goe goe poore soule I enuie not thy glory To feed my humor wish thy selfe no harme Anne No why When he that is my Husband now Came to me as I follow'd Venries Corse When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands Which issued from my other Angell Husband And that deare Saint which then I weeping follow'd O when I say I look'd on Richards Face This was my Wish Be thou quoth I accurst For making me so young so old a Widow And when thou wed'st let sorrow haunt thy Bed And be thy Wife if any be so mad More miserable by the Life of thee Then thou hast made me by my deare Lords death Loe ere I can repeat this Curse againe Within so small a time my Womans heart Grossely grew captiue to his honey words And prou'd the subiect of mine owne Soules Curse Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from rest For neuer yet one howre in his Bed Did I enioy the golden deaw of sleepe But with his timorous Dreames was still awak'd Besides he hates me for my Father Warwicke And will no doubt shortly be rid of me Qu. Poore heart adieu I pittie thy complaining Anne No more then with my soule I mourne for yours Dors Farewell thou wofull welcommer of glory Anne Adieu poore soule that tak'st thy leaue of it Du. Y. Go thou to Richmond good fortune guide thee Go thou to Richard and good Angels tend thee Go thou to Sanctuarie and good thoughts possesse thee I to my Graue where peace and rest lye with mee Eightie odde yeeres of sorrow haue I seene And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene Qu. Stay yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower Pitty you ancient Stones those tender Babes Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls Rough Cradle for such little prettie ones Rude ragged Nurse old sullen Play-fellow For tender Princes vse my Babies well So foolish Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell Exeunt Scena Secunda Sound a Sennet Enter Richard in pompe Buckingham Catesby Ratcliffe Louel Rich. Stand all apart Cousin of Buckingham Buck. My gracious Soueraigne Rich. Giue me thy hand Sound Thus high by thy aduice and thy assistance Is King Richard seated But shall we weare these Glories for a day Or shall they last and we reioyce in them Buck. Still liue they and for euer let them last Rich. Ah Buckingham now doe I play the Touch To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed Young Edward liues thinke now what I would speake Buck. Say on my louing Lord. Rich. Why Buckingham I say I would be King Buck. Why so you are my thrice-renowned Lord. Rich. Ha am I King 't is so but Edward liues Buck True Noble Prince Rich. O bitter consequence That Edward still should liue true Noble Prince Cousin thou wast not wont to be so dull Shall I be plaine I wish the Bastards dead And I would haue it suddenly perform'd What say'st thou now speake suddenly be briefe Buck. Your Grace may doe your pleasure Rich. Tut tut thou art all Ice thy kindnesse freezes Say haue I thy consent that they shall dye Buc. Giue me some litle breath some pawse deare Lord Before I positiuely speake in this I will resolue you herein presently Exit Buck. Catesby The King is angry see he gnawes his Lippe Rich. I will conuerse with Iron-witted Fooles And vnrespectiue Boyes none are for me That looke into me with considerate eyes High-reaching Buckingham growes circumspect Boy Page My Lord. Rich. Know'st thou not any whom corrupting Gold Will tempt vnto a close exploit of Death Page I know a discontented Gentleman Whose humble meanes match not his haughtie spirit Gold were as good as twentie Orators And will no doubt tempt him to any thing Rich. What is his Name Page His Name my Lord is Tirrell Rich. I partly know the man goe call him hither Boy Exit The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes Hath he so long held out with me vntyr'd And stops he now for breath Well be it so Enter Stanley How now Lord Stanley what 's the newes Stanley Know my louing Lord the Marquesse Dorset As I heare is fled to Richmond In the parts where he abides Rich. Come hither Catesby rumor it abroad That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke I will take order for her keeping close Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter The Boy is foolish and I feare not him Looke how thou dream'st I say againe giue out That Anne my Queene is sicke and like to dye About it for it stands me much vpon To stop all hopes whose growth may dammage me I must be marryed to my Brothers Daughter Or else my Kingdome stands on brittle Glasse Murther her Brothers and then marry her Vncertaine way of gaine But I am in So farre in blood that sinne will pluck on sinne Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye Enter Tyrrel Is thy Name Tyrrel Tyr. Iames Tyrrel and your most obedient subiect Rich. Art thou indeed Tyr. Proue me my gracious Lord. Rich. Dar'st thou resolue to kill a friend of mine Tyr. Please you But I had rather kill two enemies Rich. Why then thou hast it two deepe enemies Foes to my Rest and my sweet sleepes disturbers Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon Tyrrel I meane those Bastards in the Tower Tyr. Let me haue open meanes
Mile at least South from the mighty Power of the King Richm. If without perill it be possible Sweet Blunt make some good meanes to speak with him And giue him from me this most needfull Note Blunt Vpon my life my Lord I le vndertake it And so God giue you quiet rest to night Richm. Good night good Captaine Blunt Come Gentlemen Let vs consult vpon to morrowes Businesse Into my Tent the Dew is rawe and cold They withdraw into the Tent. Enter Richard Ratcliffe Norfolke Catesby Rich. What is' t a Clocke Cat. It 's Supper time my Lord it 's nine a clocke King I will not sup to night Giue me some Inke and Paper What is my Beauer easier then it was And all my Armour laid into my Tent Cat. It is my Liege and all things are in readinesse Rich. Good Norfolke hye thee to thy charge Vse carefull Watch choose trusty Centinels Nor. I go my Lord. Rich. Sâ—ir with the Larke to morrow gentle Norfolk Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit Rich. Ratcliffe Rat. My Lord. Rich. Send out a Pursuiuant at Armes To Stanleys Regiment bid him bring his power Before Sun-rising least his Sonne George fall Into the blinde Caue of eternall night Fill me a Bowle of Wine Giue me a Watch Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow Look that my Staues be sound not too heauy Ratcliff Rat. My Lord. Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe Much about Cockshut time from Troope to Troope Went through the Army chearing vp the Souldiers King So I am satisfied Giue me a Bowle of Wine I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue Set it downe Is Inke and Paper ready Rat. It is my Lord. Rich. Bid my Guard watch Leaue me Ratcliffe about the mid of night come to my Tent And helpe to arme me Leaue me I say Exit Ratclif Enter Derby to Richmond in his Tent. Der. Fortune and Victory sit on thy Helme Rich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord Be to thy Person Noble Father in Law Tell me how fares our Noble Mother Der. I by Attourney blesse thee from thy Mother Who prayes continually for Richmonds good So much for that The silent houres steale on And flakie darkenesse breakes within the East In breefe for so the season bids vs be Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning And put thy Fortune to th' Arbitrement Of bloody stroakes and mortall staring Warre I as I may that which I would I cannot With best aduantage will deceiue the time And ayde thee in this doubtfull shocke of Armes But on thy side I may not be too forward Least being seene thy Brother tender George Be executed in his Fathers sight Farewell the leysure and the fearfull time Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue And ample enterchange of sweet Discourse Which so long sundred Friends should dwell vpon God giue vs leysure for these rites of Loue. Once more Adieu be valiant and speed well Richm. Good Lords conduct him to his Regiment I le striue with troubled noise to take a Nap Lest leaden slumber peize me downe to morrow When I should mount with wings of Victory Once more good night kinde Lords and Gentlemen Exeunt Manet Richmond O thou whose Captaine I account my selfe Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye Put in their hands thy bruising Irons of wrath That they may crush downe with a heauy fall Th' vsurping Helmets of our Aduersaries Make vs thy ministers of Chasticement That we may praise thee in thy victory To thee I do commend my watchfull soule Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eves Sleeping and waking oh defend me still Sleeps Enter the Ghost of Prince Edward Sonne to Henry the sixt Gh. to Ri. Let me sit heauy on thy soule to morrow Thinke how thou stab'st me in my prime of youth At Teukesbury Dispaire therefore and dye Ghost to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond For the wronged Soules Of butcher'd Princes fight in thy behalfe King Henries issue Richmond comforts thee Enter the Ghost of Henry the sixt Ghost When I was mortall my Annointed body By thee was punched full of holes Thinke on the Tower and me Dispaire and dye Harry the sixt bids thee dispaire and dye To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror Harry that prophesied thou should'st be King Doth comfort thee in sleepe Liue and flourish Enter the Ghost of Clarence Ghost Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow I that was wash'd to death with Fulsome Wine Poore Clarence by thy guâ—le betray'd to death To morrow in the battell thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye To Richm. Thou off-spring of the house of Lancaster The wronged heyres of Yorke do pray for thee Good Angels guard thy battell Liue and Flourish Enter the Ghosts of Riuers Gray and Vaughan Riu. Let me sit heauy in thy soule to morrow Riuers that dy'de at Pomfret dispaire and dye Grey Thinke vpon Grey and let thy soule dispaire Vaugh. Thinke vpon Vaughan and with guilty feare Let fall thy Lance dispaire and dye All to Richm. Awake And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bosome Will conquer him Awake and win the day Enter the Ghost of Lord Hastings Gho. Bloody and guilty guiltily awake And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes Thinke on Lord Hastings dispaire and dye Hast to Rich. Quiet vntroubled soule Awake awake Arme fight and conquer for faire Englands sake Enter the Ghosts of the two yong Princes Ghosts Dreame on thy Cousins Smothered in the Tower Let vs be laid within thy bosome Richard And weigh thee downe to ruine shame and death Thy Nephewes soule bids thee dispaire and dye Ghosts to Richm. Sleepe Richmond Sleepe in Peace and wake in Ioy Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy Liue and be get a happy race of Kings Edwards vnhappy Sonnes do bid thee flourish Enter the Ghost of Anne his Wife Ghost to Rich. Richard thy Wife That wretched Anne thy Wife That neuer slept a quiet houre with thee Now filles thy sleepe with perturbations To morrow in the Battaile thinke on me And fall thy edgelesse Sword dispaire and dye Ghost to Richm. Thou quiet soule Sleepe thou a quiet sleepe Dreame of Successe and Happy Victory Thy Aduersaries Wife doth pray for thee Enter the Ghost of Buckingham Ghost to Rich. The first was I That help'd thee to the Crowne The last was I that felt thy Tyranny O in the Battaile think on Buckingham And dye in terror of thy guiltinesse Dreame on dreame on of bloody deeds and death Fainting dispaire dispairing yeeld thy breath Ghost to Richm. I dyed for hope Ere I could lend thee Ayde But cheere thy heart and be thou not dismayde God and good Angels fight on Richmonds side And Richard fall in height of all his pride Richard starts out of his dreame Rich. Giue me another Horse bind vp my Wounds Haue
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
Queene This Candle burnes not cleere 't is I must snuffe it Then out it goes What though I know her vertuous And well deseruing yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran and not wholsome to Our cause that she should lye i' th' bosome of Our hard rul'd King Againe there is sprung vp An Heretique an Arch-one Cranmer one Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King And is his Oracle Nor. He is vex'd at something Enter King reading of a Scedule Sur. I would 't wer somthing y t would fret the string The Master-cord on 's heart Suf. The King the King King What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his owne portion And what expence by ' th' houre Seemes to flow from him How i' th' name of Thrift Does he rake this together Now my Lords Saw you the Cardinall Nor. My Lord we haue Stood heere obseruing him Some strange Commotion Is in his braine He bites his lip and starts Stops on a sodaine lookes vpon the ground Then layes his finger on his Temple straight Springs out into fast gate then stops againe Strikes his brest hard and anon he casts His eye against the Moone in most strange Postures We haue seene him set himselfe King It may well be There is a mutiny in 's minde This morning Papers of State he sent me to peruse As I requir'd and wot you what I found There on my Conscience put vnwittingly Forsooth an Inuentory thus importing The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold which I finde at such proud Rate that it out-speakes Possession of a Subiect Nor. It 's Heauens will Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet To blesse your eye withall King If we did thinke His Contemplation wâ—re aboue the earth And fixt on Spirituall obiect he should still Dwell in his Musings but I am affraid His Thinkings are below the Moone not worth His serious considering King takes his Seat whispers Louell who goes to the Cardinall Car. Heauen forgiue me Euer God blesse your Highnesse King Good my Lord You are full of Heauenly stuffe and beare the Inuentory Of your best Graces in your minde the which You were now running o're you haue scarse time To steale from Spirituall leysure a briefe span To keepe your earthly Audit sure in that I deeme you an ill Husband and am gald To haue you therein my Companion Car. Sir For Holy Offices I haue a time a time To thinke vpon the part of businesse which I beare i' th' State and Nature does require Her times of preseruation which perforce I her fraile sonne among'st my Brethren mortall Must giue my tendance to King You haue said well Car. And euer may your Highnesse yoake together As I will lend you cause my doing well With my well saying King 'T is well said agen And 't is a kinde of good deede to say well And yet words are no deeds My Father lou'd you He said he did and with his deed did Crowne His word vpon you Since I had my Office I haue kept you next my Heart haue not alone Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home But par'd my present Hauings to bestow My Bounties vpon you Car. What should this meane Sur. The Lord increase this businesse King Haue I not made you The prime man of the State I pray you tell me If what I now pronounce you haue found true And if you may confesse it say withall If you are bound to vs or no. What say you Car. My Soueraigne I confesse your Royall graces Showr'd on me daily haue bene more then could My studied purposes requite which went Beyond all mans endeauors My endeauors Haue euer come too short of my Desires Yet fill'd with my Abilities Mine owne ends Haue beene mine so that euermore they pointed To ' th' good of your most Sacred Person and The profit of the State For your great Graces Heap'd vpon me poore Vndeseruer I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes My Prayres to heauen for you my Loyaltie Which euer ha's and euer shall be growing Till death that Winter kill it King Fairely answer'd A Loyall and obedient Subiect is Therein illustrated the Honor of it Does pay the Act of it as i' th' contrary The fowlenesse is the punishment I presume That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you My heart drop'd Loue my powre rain'd Honor more On you then any So your Hand and Heart Your Braine and euery Function of your power Should notwithstanding that your bond of duty As 't wer in Loues particular be more To me your Friend then any Car. I do professe That for your Highnesse good I euer labour'd More then mine owne that am haue and will be Though all the world should cracke their duty to you And throw it from their Soule though perils did Abound as thicke as thought could make 'em and Appeare in formes more horrid yet my Duty As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake And stand vnshaken yours King 'T is Nobly spoken Take notice Lords he ha's a Loyall brest For you haue seene him open 't Read o're this And after this and then to Breakfast with What appetite you haue Exit King frowning vpon the Cardinall the Nobles throng after him smiling and whispering Car. What should this meane What sodaine Anger 's this How haue I reap'd it He parted Frowning from me as if Ruine Leap'd from his Eyes So lookes the chafed Lyon Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him Then makes him nothing I must reade this paper I feare the Story of his Anger 'T is so This paper ha's vndone me 'T is th' Accompt Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together For mine owne ends Indeed to gaine the Popedome And fee my Friends in Rome O Negligence Fit for a Foole to fall by What crosse Diuell Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet I sent the King Is there no way to cure this No new deuice to beate this from his Braines I know 't will stirre him strongly yet I know A way if it take right in spight of Fortune Will bring me off againe What 's this To th' Pope The Letter as I liue with all the Businesse I writ too 's Holinesse Nay then farewell I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse And from that full Meridian of my Glory I haste now to my Setting I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the Euening And no man see me more Enter to Woolsey the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke the Earle of Surrey and the Lord Chamberlaine Nor. Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall Who commands you To render vp the Great Seale presently Into our hands and to Confine your selfe To Asher-house my Lord of Winchesters Till you heare further from his Highnesse Car. Stay Where 's your Commission Lords words cannot carrie Authority so weighty Suf. Who dare crosse 'em Bearing the Kings will
Thomas Louell what 's the matter It seemes you are in hast and if there be No great offence belongs too 't giue your Friend Some touch of your late businesse Affaires that walke As they say Spirits do at midnight haue In them a wilder Nature then the businesse That seekes dispatch by day Lou. My Lord I loue you And durst commend a secret to your eare Much waightier then this worke The Queens in Labor They say in great Extremity and fear'd Shee 'l with the Labour end Gard. The fruite she goes with I pray for heartily that it may finde Good time and liue but for the Stocke Sir Thomas I wish it grubb'd vp now Lou. Me thinkes I could Cry the Amen and yet my Conscience sayes Shee 's a good Creature and sweet-Ladie do's Deserue our better wishes Gard. But Sir Sir Heare me Sir Thomas y' are a Gentleman Of mine owne way I know you Wise Religious And let me tell you it will ne're be well 'T will not Sir Thomas Louell tak 't of me Till Cranmer Cromwel her two hands and shee Sleepe in their Graues Louell Now Sir you speake of two The most remark'd i' th' Kingdome as for Cromwell Beside that of the Iewell-House is made Master O' th' Rolles and the Kings Secretary Further Sir Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments With which the Lime will loade him Th' Archbyshop Is the Kings hand and tongue and who dare speak One syllable against him Gard. Yes yes Sir Thomas There are that Date and I my selfe haue ventur'd To speake my minde of him and indeed this day Sir I may tell it you I thinke I haue Incenst the Lords o' th' Councell that he is For so I know he is they know he is A most Arch-Heretique a Pestilence That does infect the Land with which they moued Haue broken with the King who hath so farre Giuen care to our Complaint of his great Grace And Princely Care fore-seeing those fell Mischiefes Our Reasons layd before him hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord He be conuented He 's a ranke weed Sir Thomas And we must root him out From your Affaires I hinder you too long Good night Sir Thomas Exit Gardiner and Page Lou. Many good nights my Lord I rest your seruant Enter King and Suffolke King Charles I will play no more to night My mindes not on 't you are too hard for me Suff. Sir I did neuer win of you before King But little Charles Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play Now Louel from the Queene what is the Newes Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her What you commanded me but by her woman I sent your Message who return'd her thankes In the great'st humâ—se and desir'd your Highnesse Most heartily to pr◠〈◊〉 King What say 〈◊〉 Ha To pray for her Wha◠〈◊〉 â—e crying out Lou. So said her woman and that her suffrance made Almost each pang a death King Alas good Lady Suf. God safely quit her of her Burthen and With gentle Trauaile to the gladding of Your Highnesse with an Heire King 'T is midnight Charles Prythee to bed and in thy Prayres remember Th' estate of my poore Queene Leaue me alone For I must thinke of that which company Would not be friendly too Suf. I wish your Highnesse A quiet night and my good Mistris will Remember in my Prayers King Charles good night Exit Suffolke Well Sir what followes Enter Sir Anthony Denny Den. Sir I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byshop As you commanded me King Ha Canterbury Den. I my good Lord. King 'T is true where is he Denny Den. He attends your Highnesse pleasure King Bring him to Vs. Lou. This is about that which the Byshop spake I am happily come hither Enter Cranmer and Denny King Auoyd the Gallery Louel seemes to stay Ha I haue said Be gone What Exeunt Louell and Denny Cran. I am fearefull Wherefore frownes he thus 'T is his Aspect of Terror All 's not well King How now my Lord You do desire to know wherefore I sent for you Cran. It is my dutie T' attend your Highnesse pleasure King Pray you arise My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie Come you and I must walke a turne together I haue Newes to tell you Come come giue me your hand Ah my good Lord I greeue at what I speake And am right sorrie to repeat what followes I haue and most vnwillingly of late Heard many greeuous I do say my Lord Greeuous complaints of you which being consider'd Haue mou'd Vs and our Councell that you shall This Morning come before vs where I know You cannot with such freedome purge your selfe But that till further Triall in those Charges Which will require your Answer you must take Your patience to you and be well contented To make your house our Towre you a Brother of vs It fits we thus proceed or else no witnesse Would come against you Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnesse And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most throughly to be winnowed where my Chaffe And Corne shall flye asunder For I know There 's none stands vnder more calumnious tongues Then I my selfe poore man King Stand vp good Canterbury Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted In vs thy Friend Giue me thy hand stand vp Prythee let 's walke Now by my Holydame What manner of man are you My Lord I look'd You would haue giuen me your Petition that I should haue tane some paines to bring together Your selfe and your Accusers and to haue heard you Without indurance further Cran. Most dread Liege The good I stand on is my Truth and Honestie If they shall faile I with mine Enemies Will triumph o're my person which I waigh not Being of those Vertues vacant I feare nothing What can be said against me King Know you not How your state stands i' th' world with the whole world Your Enemies are many and not small their practises Must beare the same proportion and not euer The Iustice and the Truth o' th' question carries The dew o' th' Verdict with it at what case Might corrupt mindes procure Knaues as corrupt To sweare against you Such things haue bene done You are Potently oppos'd and with a Malice Of as great Size Weene you of better lucke I meane in periur'd Witnesse then your Master Whose Minister you are whiles heere he liu'd Vpon this naughty Earth Go too go too You take a Precepit for no leape of danger And woe your owne destruction Cran. God and your Maiesty Protect mine innocence or I fall into The trap is laid for me King Be of good cheere They shall no more preuaile then we giue way too Keepe comfort to you and this Morning see You do appeare before them If they shall chance In charging you with matters to commit you The best perswasions to the contrary Faile not to vse and with what vehemencie Th' occasion shall instruct you If intreaties
it growes Poet. I that 's well knowne But what particular Rarity What strange Which manifold record not matches see Magicke of Bounty all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend I know the Merchant Pain I know them both th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 't is a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that 's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man breath'd as it were To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let 's see 't For the Lord Timon sir Iewel If he will touch the estimate But for that Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild It staines the glory in that happy Verse Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'T is a good forme Iewel And rich heere is a Water looke ye Pain You are rapt sir in some worke some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me Our Poesie is as a Gowne which vses From whence 't is nourisht the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not till it be strooke our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases What haue you there Pain A Picture sir when comes your Booke forth Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir Let 's see your peece Pain 'T is a good Peece Poet. So 't is this comes off well and excellent Pain Indifferent Poet. Admirable How this grace Speakes his owne standing what a mentall power This eye shootes forth How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip to th' dumbnesse of the gesture One might interpret Pain It is a pretty mocking of the life Heere is a touch Is' t good Poet. I will say of it It Tutors Nature Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches liuelier then life Enter certaine Senators Pain How this Lord is followed Poet. The Senators of Athens happy men Pain Looke moe Po. You see this confluence this great flood of visitors I haue in this rough worke shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With amplest entertainment My free drift Halts not particularly but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold But flies an Eagle flight bold and forth on Leauing no Tract behinde Pain How shall I vnderstand you Poet. I will vnboult to you You see how all Conditions how all Mindes As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures as Of Graue and austere qualitie tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon his large Fortune Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts yea from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus that few things louesâ— better Then to abhorre himselfe euen hee drops downe The knee before him and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod Pain I saw them speake together Poet. Sir I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd The Base o' th' Mount Is rank'd with all deserts all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere To propagate their states among'st them all Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt One do I personate of Lord Timons frame Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her Whose present grace to present slaues and seruants Translates his Riuals Pain 'T is conceyu'd to scope This Throne this Fortune and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below Bowing his head against the steepy Mount To climbe his happinesse would be well exprest In our Condition Poet. Nay Sir but heare me on All those which were his Fellowes but of late Some better then his valew on the moment Follow his strides his Lobbies fill with tendance Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare Make Sacred euen his styrrop and through him Drinke the free Ayre Pain I marry what of these Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top Euen on their knees and hand let him sit downe Not one accompanying his declining foot Pain T is common A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes More pregnantly then words Yet you do well To shew Lord Timon that meane eyes haue seene The foot aboue the head Trumpets sound Enter Lord Timon addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor Tim. Imprison'd is he say you Mes I my good Lord fiue Talents is his debt His meanes most short his Creditors most straite Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp which failing Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius well I am not of that Feather to shake off My Friend when he must neede me I do know him A Gentleman that well deserues a helpe Which he shall haue I le pay the debt and free him Mes Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him I will send his ransome And being enfranchized bid him come to me 'T is not enough to helpe the Feeble vp But to support him after Fare you well Mes All happinesse to your Honor. Exit Enter an old Athenian Oldm. Lord Timon heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so What of him Oldm. Most Noble Timon call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere or no Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere L. Timon this thy Creature By night frequents my house I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well what further Old One onely Daughter haue I no Kin else On whom I may conferre what I haue got The Maid is faire a' th' youngest for a Bride And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best This man of thine Attempts her loue I prythee Noble Lord Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon His honesty rewards him in it selfe It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him Oldm. She is yong and apt Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid Luc. I my good Lord and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing I call the Gods to witnesse I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equall Husband Oldm. Three Talents on the present in future all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long To build his Fortune I will straine a little For 't is a Bond in men Giue him thy Daughter What you bestow in him I le counterpoize And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord Pawne me to this your Honour she is his Tim. My hand to thee Mine Honour on
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
Lord. Tim. Containe thy selfe good Friend Var. One Varroes seruant my good Lord. Isid From Isidore he humbly prayes your speedy payment Cap. If you did know my Lord my Masters wants Var. 'T was due on forfeyture my Lord sixe weekes and past Isi Your Steward puts me off my Lord and I Am sent expressely to your Lordship Tim. Giue me breath I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on I le waite vpon you instantly Come hither pray you How goes the world that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of debt broken Bonds And the detention of long since due debts Against my Honor Stew. Please you Gentlemen The time is vnagreeable to this businesse Your importunacie cease till after dinner That I may make his Lordship vnderstand Wherefore you are not paid Tim. Do so my Friends see them well entertain'd Stew. Pray draw neere Exit Enter Apemantus and Foole. Caph. Stay stay here comes the Foole with Apemantus let 's ha some sport with ' em Var. Hang him hee 'l abuse vs. Isid A plague vpon him dogge Var. How dost Foole Ape Dost Dialogue with thy shadow Var. I speake not to thee Ape No 't is to thy selfe Come away Isi There 's the Foole hangs on your backe already Ape No thou stand'st single th' art not on him yet Cap. Where 's the Foole now Ape He last ask'd the question Poore Rogues and Vsurers men Bauds betweene Gold and want Al. What are we Apemantus Ape Asses All. Why Ape That you ask me what you are do not know your selues Speake to 'em Foole. Foole. How do you Gentlemen All. Gramercies good Foole How does your Mistris Foole. She 's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chickens as you are Would we could see you at Corinth Ape Good Gramercy Enter Page Foole. Looke you heere comes my Masters Page Page Why how now Captaine what do you in this wise Company How dost thou Apermantus Ape Would I had a Rod in my mouth that I might answer thee profitably Boy Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscription of these Letters I know not which is which Ape Canst not read Page No. Ape There will litle Learning dye then that day thou art hang'd This is to Lord Timon this to Alcibiades Go thou was 't borne a Bastard and thou 't dye a Bawd Page Thou was 't whelpt a Dogge and thou shalt famish a Dogges death Answer not I am gone Exit Ape E'ne so thou out-runst Grace Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons Foole. Will you leaue me there Ape If Timon stay at home You three serue three Vsurers All. I would they seru'd vs. Ape So would I As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe Foole. Are you three Vsurers men All. I Foole. Foole. I thinke no Vsurer but ha's a Foole to his Seruant My Mistris is one and I am her Foole when men come to borrow of your Masters they approach sadly and go away merry but they enter my Masters house merrily and go away sadly The reason of this Var. I could render one Ap. Do it then that we may account thee a Whoremaster and a Knaue which notwithstanding thou shalt be no lesse esteemed Varro What is a Whoremaster Foole Foole. A Foole in good cloathes and something like thee 'T is a spirit sometime t' appeares like a Lord somtime like a Lawyer sometime like a Philosopher with two stones moe then 's artificiall one Hee is verie often like a Knight and generally in all shapes that man goes vp and downe in from fourescore to thirteen this spirit walkes in Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man As much foolerie as I haue so much wit thou lack'st Ape That answer might haue become Apemantus All. Aside aside heere comes Lord Timon Enter Timon and Steward Ape Come with me Foole come Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer elder Brother aad Woman sometime the Philosopher Stew. Pray you walk en eere I le speake with you anon Exeunt Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laide my state before me That I might so haue rated my expence As I had leaue of meanes Stew. You would not heare me At many leysures I propose Tim. Go too Perchance some single vantages you tooke When my indisposition put you backe And that vnaptnesse made your minister Thus to excuse your selfe Stew. O my good Lord At many times I brought in my accompts Laid them before you you would throw them off And say you sound them in mine honestie When for some trifling present you haue bid me Returne so much I haue shooke my head and wept Yea ' gainst th' Authoritie of manners pray'd you To hold your hand more close I did indure Not sildome nor no flight checkes when I haue Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate And your great flow of debts my lou'd Lord Though you heare now too late yet nowes a time The greatest of your hauing lackes a halfe To pay your present debts Tim. Let all my Land be sold Stew. 'T is all engag'd some forfeyted and gone And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues the future comes apace What shall defend the interim and at length How goes our reck'ning Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend Stew. O my good Lord the world is but a word Were it all yours to giue it in a breath How quickely were it gone Tim. You tell me true Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood Call me before th' exactest Auditors And set me on the proofe So the Gods blesse me When all our Offices haue beene opprest With riotous Feeders when our Vaults haue wept With drunken spilth of Wine when euery roome Hath blaz'd with Lights and braid with Minstrelsie I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke And set mine eyes at flow Tim. Prythee no more Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted who is not Timons What heart head sword force meanes but is L. Timons Great Timon Noble Worthy Royall Timon Ah when the meanes are gone that buy this praise The breath is gone whereof this praise is made Feast won fast lost one cloud of Winter showres These flyes are coucht Tim. Come sermon me no further No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart Vnwisely not ignobly haue I giuen Why dost thou weepe canst thou the conscience lacke To thinke I shall lacke friends secure thy heart If I would broach the vessels of my loue And try the argument of hearts by borrowing Men and mens fortunes could I frankely vse As I can bid thee speake Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd That I account them blessings For by these Shall I trie Friends You shall perceiue How you mistake my Fortunes I am wealthie in my Friends Within there Flauius Seruilius Enter
three Seruants Ser. My Lord my Lord. Tim. I will dispatch you seuerally You to Lord Lucius to Lord Lucullus you I hunted with his Honor to day you to Sempronius commend me to their loues and I am proud say that my occasions haue found time to vse 'em toward a supply of mony let the request be fifty Talents Flam. As you haue said my Lord. Stew. Lord Lucius and Lucullus Humh Tim. Go you sir to the Senators Of whom euen to the States best health I haue Deseru'd this Hearing bid 'em send o' th' instant A thousand Talents to me Ste I haue beene bold For that I knew it the most generall way To them to vse your Signet and your Name But they do shake their heads and I am heere No richer in returne Tim. Is' t true Can 't be Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice That now they are at fall want Treature cannot Do what they would are sorrie you are Honourable But yet they could haue wisht they know not Something hath beene amisse a Noble Nature May catch a wrench would all were well t is pitty And so intending other serious matters After distastefull lookes and these hard Fractions With certaine halfe-caps and cold mouing nods They froze me into Silence Tim. You Gods reward them Prythee man looke cheerely These old Fellowes Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary Their blood is cak'd 't is cold it sildome flowes 'T is lacke of kindely warmth they are not kinde And Nature as it growes againe toward earth Is fashion'd for the iourney dull and heauy Go to Ventiddius prythee be not sad Thou art true and honest Ingeniously I speake No blame belongs to thee Ventiddius lately Buried his Father by whose death hee 's stepp'd Into a great estate When he was poore Imprison'd and in scarsitie of Friends I cleer'd him with fiue Talents Greet him from me Bid him suppose some good necessity Touches his Friend which craues to be remembred With those fiue Talents that had giue 't these Fellowes To whom 't is instant due Neu'r speake or thinke That Timons fortunes 'mong his Friends can sinke Stew. I would I could not thinke it That thought is Bounties Foe Being free it selfe it thinkes all others so Exeunt Flaminius waiting to speake with a Lord from his Master enters a seruant to him Ser. I haue told my Lord of you he is comming down to you Flam. I thanke you Sir Enter Lucullus Ser. Heere 's my Lord. Luc. One of Lord Timons men A Guift I warrant Why this hits right I dreampt of a Siluer Bason Ewre to night Flaminius honest Flaminius you are verie respectiuely welcome sir Fill me some Wine And how does that Honourable Compleate Free-hearted Gentleman of Athens thy very bountifull good Lord and Mayster Flam. His health is well sir Luc. I am right glad that his health is well sir and what hast thou there vnder thy Cloake pretty Flaminius Flam. Faith nothing but an empty box Sir which in my Lords behalâ— I come to intreat your Honor to supply who hauing great and instant occasion to vse fiftie Talents hath sent to your Lordship to furnish him nothing doubting your present assistance therein Luc. La la la la Nothing doubting sayes hee Alas good Lord a Noble Gentleman 't is if he would not keep so good a house Many a time and often I ha din'd with him and told him on 't and come againe to supper to him of purpose to haue him spend lesse and yet he wold embrace no counsell take no warning by my comming euery man has his fault and honesty is his I ha told him on 't but I could nere get him from 't Enter Seruant with Wine Ser. Please your Lordship heere is the Wine Luc. Flaminius I haue noted thee alwayes wise Heere 's to thee Flam. Your Lordship speakes your pleasure Luc. I haue obserued thee alwayes for a towardlie prompt spirit giue thee thy due and one that knowes what belongs to reason and canst vse the time wel if the time vse thee well Good parts in thee get you gone sirrah Draw neerer honest Flaminius Thy Lords a bountifull Gentleman but thou art wise and thou know'st well enough although thou com'st to me that this is no time to lend money especially vpon bare friendshippe without securitie Here 's three Solidares for thee good Boy winke at me and say thou saw'st mee not Fare thee well Flam. Is' t possible the world should so much differ And we aliue that liued Fly damned basenesse To him that worships thee Luc. Ha Now I see thou art a Foole and sit for thy Master Exit L. Flam May these adde to the number y t may scald thee Let moulten Coine be thy damnation Thou disease of a friend and not himselfe Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart It turnes in lesse then two nights O you Gods I feele my Masters passion This Slaue vnto his Honor Has my Lords meate in him Why should it thriue and turne to Nutriment When he is turn'd to poyson O may Diseases onely worke vpon 't And when he 's sicke to death let not that part of Nature Which my Lord payd for be of any power To expell sicknesse but prolong his hower Exit Enter Lucius with three strangers Luc. Who the Lord Timon He is my very good friend and an Honourable Gentleman 1 We know him for no lesse thogh we are but strangers to him But I can tell you one thing my Lord and which I heare from common rumours now Lord Timons happie howres are done and past and his estate shrinkes from him Lucius Fye no doe not beleeue it hee cannot want for money 2 But beleeue you this my Lord that not long agoe one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many Talents nay vrg'd extreamly for 't and shewed what necessity belong'd too 't and yet was deny'de Luci. How 2 I tell you deny'de my Lord. Luci. What a strange case was that Now before the Gods I am asham'd on 't Denied that honourable man There was verie little Honour shew'd in 't For my owne part I must needes confesse I haue receyued some small kindnesses from him as Money Plate Iewels and such like Trifles nothing comparing to his yet had hee mistooke him and sent to me I should ne're haue denied his Occasion so many Talents Enter Seruilius Seruil See by good hap yonder 's my Lord I haue swet to see his Honor. My Honor'd Lord. Lucil. Seruilius You are kindely met sir Farthewell commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord my very exquisite Friend Seruil May it please your Honour my Lord hath sent Luci. Ha what ha's he sent I am so much endeered to that Lord hee 's euer sending how shall I thank him think'st thou And what has he sent now Seruil Has onely sent his present Occasion now my Lord requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse with so many Talents Lucil. I know
Cassi Good I will expect you Cask Doe so farewell both Exit Brut. What a blunt fellow is this growne to be He was quick Mettle when he went to Schoole Cassi So is he now in execution Of any bold or Noble Enterprize How-euer he puts on this tardie forme This Rudenesse is a Sawce to his good Wit Which giues men stomacke to disgest his words With better Appetite Brut. And so it is For this time I will leaue you To morrow if you please to speake with me I will come home to you or if you will Come home to me and I will wait for you Cassi I will doe so till then thinke of the World Exit Brutus Well Brutus thou art Noble yet I see Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought From that it is dispos'd therefore it is meet That Noble mindes keepe euer with their likes For who so firme that cannot be seduc'd Caesar doth beare me hard but he loues Brutus If I were Brutus now and he were Cassius He should not humor me I will this Night In seuerall Hands in at his Windowes throw As if they came from seuerall Citizens Writings all tending to the great opinion That Rome holds of his Name wherein obscurely Caesars Ambition shall be glanced at And after this let Caesar seat him sure For wee will shake him or worse dayes endure Exit Thunder and Lightning Enter Caska and Cicero Cic. Good euen Caska brought you Caesar home Why are you breathlesse and why stare you so Cask Are not you mou'd when all the sway of Earth Shakes like a thing vnfirme O Cicero I haue seene Tempests when the scolding Winds Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes and I haue seene Th' ambitious Ocean swell and rage and foame To be exalted with the threatning Clouds But neuer till to Night neuer till now Did I goe through a Tempest-dropping-fire Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen Or else the World too sawcie with the Gods Incenses them to send destruction Cic. Why saw you any thing more wonderfull Cask A common slaue you know him well by sight Held vp his left Hand which did flame and burne Like twentie Torches ioyn'd and yet his Hand Not sensible of fire remain'd vnscorch'd Besides I ha'not since put vp my Sword Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon Who glaz'd vpon me and went surly by Without annoying me And there were drawne Vpon a heape a hundred gastly Women Transformed with their feare who swore they saw Men all in fire walke vp and downe the streetes And yesterday the Bird of Night did sit Euen at Noone-day vpon the Market place Howting and shreeking When these Prodigies Doe so conioyntly meet let not men say These are their Reasons they are Naturall For I beleeue they are portentous things Vnto the Clymate that they point vpon Cic. Indeed it is a strange disposed time But men may construe things after their fashion Cleane from the purpose of the things themselues Comes Caesar to the Capitoll to morrow Cask He doth for he did bid Antonio Send word to you he would be there to morrow Cic. Good-night then Caska This disturbed Skie is not walke in Cask Farewell Cicero Exit Cicero Enter Cassius Cassi Who 's there Cask A Romane Cassi Caska by your Voyce Cask Your Eare is good Cassius what Night is this Cassi A very pleasing Night 〈◊〉 sâ—en Cask Who euer knew the Heauens menace so Cassi Those that haue knowne the Earth so full of faults For my part I haue walk'd about the streets Submitting me vnto the perillous Night And thus vnbraced Caska as you see Haue bar'd my Bosome to the Thunder-stone And when the crosse blew Lightning seem'd to open The Brest of Heauen I did present my selfe Euen in the ayme and very flash of it Cask But wherefore did you so much tempt the Heauens It is the part of men to feare and tremble When the most mightie Gods by tokens send Such dreadfull Heraulds to astonish vs. Cassi You are dull Caska And those sparkes of Life that should be in a Roman You doe want or else you vse not You looke pale and gaze and put on feare And cast your selfe in wonder To see the strange impatience of the Heauens But if you would consider the true cause Why all these Fires why all these gliding Ghosts Why Birds and Beasts from qualitie and kinde Why Old men Fooles and Children calculate Why all these things change from their Ordinance Their Natures and pre-formed Faculties To monstrous qualitie why you shall finde That Heauen hath infus'd them with these Spirits To make them Instruments of feare and warning Vnto some monstrous State Now could I Caska name to thee a man Most like this dreadfull Night That Thunders Lightens opens Graues and roares As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll A man no mightier then thy selfe or me In personall action yet prodigious growne And fearefull as these strange eruptions are Cask 'T is Caesar that you meane It is not Cassius Cassi Let it be who it is for Romans now Haue Thewes and Limbes like to their Ancestors But woe the while our Fathers mindes are dead And we are gouern'd with our Mothers spirits Our yoake and sufferance shew vs Womanish Cask Indeed they say the Senators to morrow Meane to establish Caesar as a King And he shall weare his Crowne by Sea and Land In euery place saue here in Italy Cassi I know where I will weare this Dagger then Cassius from Bondage will deliuer Cassius Therein yee Gods you make the weake most strong Therein yee Gods you Tyrants doe defeat Nor Stonie Tower nor Walls of beaten Brasse Nor ayre-lesse Dungeon nor strong Linkes of Iron Can be retentiue to the strength of spirit But Life being wearie of these worldly Barres Neuer lacks power to dismisse it selfe If I know this know all the World besides That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare I can shake off at pleasure Thunder still Cask So can I So euery Bond-man in his owne hand beares The power to cancell his Captiuitie Cassi And why should Caesar be a Tyrant then Poore man I know he would not be a Wolfe But that he sees the Romans are but Sheepe He were no Lyon were not Romans Hindes Those that with haste will make a mightie fire Begin it with weake Strawes What trash is Rome What Rubbish and what Offall when it serues For the base matter to illuminate So vile a thing as Caesar But oh Griefe Where hast-thou led me I perhaps speake this Before a willing Bond-man then I know My answere must be made But I am arm'd And dangers are to me indifferent Cask You speake to Caska and to such a man That is no flearing Tell-tale Hold my Hand Be factious for redresse of all these Griefes And I will set this foot of mine as farre As who goes farthest Cassi There 's a Bargaine made Now know you Caska I haue mou'd already Some certaine of the Noblest minded Romans To vnder-goe with me
Metellus Cimber let him go And presently preferre his suite to Caesar Bru. He is addrest presse neere and second him Cin. Caska you are the first that reares your hand Caes Are we all ready What is now amisse That Caesar and his Senate must redresse Metel Most high most mighty and most puisant Caesar Metellus Cymber throwes before thy Seate An humble heart Caes I must preuent thee Cymber These couchings and these lowly courtesies Might fire the blood of ordinary men And turne pre-Ordinance and first Decree Into the lane of Children Be not fond To thinke that Caesar beares such Rebell blood That will be thaw'd from the true quality With that which melteth Fooles I meane sweet words Low-crooked-curtsies and base Spaniell fawning Thy Brother by decree is banished If thou doest bend and pray and fawne for him I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way Know Caesar doth not wrong nor without cause Will he be satisfied Metel Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne To sound more sweetly in great Caesars eare For the repealing of my banish'd Brother Bru. I kisse thy hand but not in flattery Caesar Desiring thee that Publius Cymber may Haue an immediate freedome of repeale Caes What Brutus Cassi Pardon Caesar Caesar pardon As lowe as to thy foote doth Cassius fall To begge infranchisement for Publius Cymber Caes I could be well mou'd if I were as you If I could pray to mooue Prayers would mooue me But I am constant as the Northerne Starre Of whose true fixt and resting quality There is no fellow in the Firmament The Skies are painted with vnnumbred sparkes They are all Fire and euery one doth shine But there 's but one in all doth hold his place So in the World 'T is furnish'd well with Men And Men are Flesh and Blood and apprehensiue Yet in the number I do know but One That vnassayleable holds on his Ranke Vnshak'd of Motion and that I am he Let me a little shew it euen in this That I was constant Cymber should be banish'd And constant do remaine to keepe him so Cinna O Caesar Caes Hence Wilt thou lift vp Olympus Decius Great Caesar Caes Doth not Brutus bootlesse kneele Cask Speake hands for me They stab Caesar Caes Et Tu Brutè Then fall Caesar Dyes Cin. Liberty Freedome Tyranny is dead Run hence proclaime cry it about the Streets Cassi Some to the common Pulpits and cry out Liberty Freedome and Enfranchisement Bru. People and Senators be not affrighted Fly not stand still Ambitions debt is paid Cask Go to the Pulpit Brutus Dec. And Cassius too Bru. Where 's Publius Cin. Heere quite confounded with this mutiny Met. Stand fast together least some Friend of Caesars Should chance Bru. Talke not of standing Publius good cheere There is no harme intended to your person Nor to no Roman else so tell them Publius Cassi And leaue vs Publius least that the people Rushing on vs should do your Age some mischiefe Bru. Do so and let no man abide this deede But we the Doers Enter Trebonius Cassi Where is Antony Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd Men Wiues and Children stare cry out and run As it were Doomesday Bru. Fates we will know your pleasures That we shall dye we know 't is but the time And drawing dayes out that men stand vpon Cask Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death Bru. Grant that and then is Death a Benefit So are we Caesars Friends that haue abridg'd His time of fearing death Stoope Romans stoope And let vs bathe our hands in Caesars blood Vp to the Elbowes and besmeare our Swords Then walke we forth euen to the Market place And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads Let 's all cry Peace Freedome and Liberty Cassi Stoop then and wash How many Ages hence Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer In State vnborne and Accents yet vnknowne Bru. How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along No worthier then the dust Cassi So oft as that shall be So often shall the knot of vs be call'd The Men that gaue their Country liberty Dec. What shall we forth Cassi I euery man away Brutus shall leade and we will grace his heeles With the most boldest and best hearts of Rome Enter a Seruant Bru. Soft who comes heere A friend of Antonies Ser. Thus Brutus did my Master bid me kneele Thus did Mark Antony bid me fall downe And being prostrate thus he bad me say Brutus is Noble Wise Valiant and Honest Caesar was Mighty Bold Royall and Louing Say I loue Brutus and I honour him Say I fear'd Caesar honour'd him and lou'd him If Brutus will vouchsafe that Antony May safely come to him and be resolu'd How Caesar hath deseru'd to lye in death Mark Antony shall not loue Caesar dead So well as Brutus liuing but will follow The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble Brutus Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State With all true Faith So sayes my Master Antony Bru. Thy Master is a Wise and Valiant Romane I neuer thought him worse Tell him so please him come vnto this place He shall be satisfied and by my Honor Depart vntouch'd Ser. I le fetch him presently Exit Seruant Bru. I know that we shall haue him well to Friend Cassi I wish we may But yet haue I a minde That feares him much and my misgiuing still Falles shrewdly to the purpose Enter Antony Bru. But heere comes Antony Welcome Mark Antony Ant. O mighty Caesar Dost thou lye so lowe Are all thy Conquests Glories Triumphes Spoiles Shrunke to this little Measure Fare thee well I know not Gentlemen what you intend Who else must be let blood who else is ranke If I my selfe there is no houre so fit As Caesars deaths houre nor no Instrument Of halfe that worth as those your Swords made rich With the most Noble blood of all this World I do beseech yee if you beare me hard Now whil'st your purpled hands do reeke and smoake Fulfill your pleasure Liue a thousand yeeres I shall not finde my selfe so apt to dye No place will please me so no meane of death As heere by Caesar and by you cut off The Choice and Master Spirits of this Age. Bru. O Antony Begge not your death of vs Though now we must appeare bloody and cruell As by our hands and this our present Acte You see we do Yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding businesse they haue doâ—e Our hearts you see not they are pittifull And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome As fire driues out fire so pitty pitty Hath done this deed on Caesar For your part To you our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony Our Armes in strength of malice and our Hearts Of Brothers temper do receiue you in With all kinde loue good thoughts and reuerence Cassi Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans In the
beginning of the night Neuer come such diuision 'tweene our soules Let it not Brutus Enter Lucius with the Gowne Bru. Euery thing is well Cassi Good night my Lord. Bru. Good night good Brother Tit. Messa Good night Lord Brutus Bru. Farwell euery one Exeunt Giue me the Gowne Where is thy Instrument Luc. Heere in the Tent. Bru. What thou speak'st drowsily Poore knaue I blame thee not thou art ore-watch'd Call Claudio and some other of my men I le haue them sleepe on Cushions in my Tent. Luc. Varrus and Claudio Enter Varrus and Claudio Var. Cals my Lord Bru. I pray you sirs lye in my Tent and sleepe It may be I shall raise you by and by On businesse to my Brother Cassius Var. So please you we will stand And watch your pleasure Bru. I will it not haue it so Lye downe good sirs It may be I shall otherwise bethinke me Looke Lucius heere 's the booke I sought for so I put it in the pocket of my Gowne Luc. I was sure your Lordship did not giue it me Bru. Beare with me good Boy I am much forgetfull Canst thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while And touch thy Instrument a straine or two Luc. I my Lord an 't please you Bru. It does my Boy I trouble thee too much but thou art willing Luc. It is my duty Sir Brut. I should not vrge thy duty past thy might I know yong bloods looke for a time of rest Luc. I haue slept my Lord already Bru. It was well done and thou shalt sleepe againe I will not hold thee long If I do liue I will be good to thee Musicke and a Song This is a sleepy Tune O Murd'rous slumbler Layest thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy That playes thee Musicke Gentle knaue good night I will not do thee so much wrong to wake thee If thou do'st nod thou break'st thy Instrument I le take it from thee and good Boy good night Let me see let me see is not the Leafe turn'd downe Where I left reading Heere it is I thinke Enter the Ghost of Caesar How ill this Taper burnes Ha! Who comes heere I thinke it is the weakenesse of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous Apparition It comes vpon me Art thou any thing Art thou some God some Angell or some Diuell That mak'st my blood cold and my haire to stare Speake to me what thou art Ghost Thy euill Spirit Brutus Bru. Why com'st thou Ghost To tell thee thou shalt see me at Philippi Brut. Well then I shall see thee againe Ghost I at Philippi Brut. Why I will see thee at Philippi then Now I haue taken heart thou vanishest Ill Spirit I would hold more talke with thee Boy Lucius Varrus Claudio Sirs Awake Claudio Luc. The strings my Lord are false Bru. He thinkes he still is at his Instrument Lucius awake Luc. My Lord. Bru. Did'st thou dreame Lucus that thou so cryedst out Luc. My Lord I do not know that I did cry Bru. Yes that thou did'st Did'st thou see any thing Luc. Nothing my Lord. Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius Sirra Claudio Fellow Thou Awake Var. My Lord. Claeu My Lord. Bru. Why did you so cry out sirs in your sleepe Both. Did we my Lord Bru. I saw you any thing Var. No my Lord I saw nothing Clau. Nor I my Lord. Bru. Go and commend me to my Brother Cassius Bid him set on his Powres betimes before And we will follow Both. It shall be done my Lord. Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Octauius Antony and their Army Octa. Now Antony our hopes are answered You said the Enemy would not come downe But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions It proues not so their battailes are at hand They meane to warne vs at Philippi heere Answering before we do demand of them Ant. Tut I am in their bosomes and I know Wherefore they do it They could be content To visit other places and come downe With fearefull brauery thinking by this face To fasten in our thoughts that they haue Courage But 't is not so Enter a Messenger Mes Prepare you Generals The Enemy comes on in gallant shew Their bloody signe of Battell is hung out And something to be done immediately Ant. Octauius leade your Battaile softly on Vpon the left hand of the euen Field Octa. Vpon the right hand I keepe thou the left Ant. Why do you crosse me in this exigent Octa. I do not crosse you but I will do so March Drum Enter Brutus Cassius their Army Bru. They stand and would haue parley Cassi 〈◊〉 fast Titinius we must out and talke Octa. Mark Antony shall we giue signe of Battaile 〈◊〉 No Caesar we will answer on their Charge Make forth the Generals would haue some words Oct. Stirre not vntill the Signall Bru. Words before blowes is it so Countrymen Octa. Not that we loue words better as you do Bru. Good words are better then bad strokes Octauius An. In your bad strokes Brutus you giue good words Witnesse the hole you made in Caesars heart Crying long liue Haile Caesar Cassi Antony The posture of your blowes are yet vnknowne But for your words they rob the Hibla Bees And leaue them Hony-lesse Ant. Not stinglesse too Bru. O yes and soundlesse too For you haue stolne their buzzing Antony And very wisely threat before you sting Ant. Villains you did not so when your vile daggers Hackt one another in the sides of Caesar You shew'd your teethes like Apes And fawn'd like Hounds And bow'd like Bondmen kissing Caesars feete Whil'st damned Caska like a Curre behinde Strooke Caesar on the necke O you Flatterers Cassi Flatterers Now Brutus thanke your selfe This tongue had not offended so to day If Cassius might haue rul'd Octa. Come come the cause If arguing make vs swet The proofe of it will turne to redder drops Looke I draw a Sword against Conspirators When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe Neuer till Caesars three and thirtie wounds Be well aueng'd or till another Caesar Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors Brut. Caesar thou canst not dye by Traitors hands Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee Octa. So I hope I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword Bru. O if thou wer 't the Noblest of thy Straine Yong-man thou could'st not dye more honourable Cassi A peeuish School-boy worthles of such Honor Ioyn'd with a Masker and a Reueller Ant. Old Cassius still Octa. Come Antony away Defiance Traitors hurle we in your teeth If you dare fight to day come to the Field If not when you haue stomackes Exit Octauius Antony and Army Cassi Why now blow winde swell Billow And swimme Barke The Storme is vp and all is on the hazard Bru. Ho Lucillius hearke a word with you Lucillius and Messala stand forth Luc. My Lord. Cassi Messala Messa What sayes my Generall Cassi Messala this is my Birth-day as this very day Was Cassius borne Giue me thy hand Messala Be thou my witnesse that against
I am bent to know By the worst meanes the worst for mine owne good All causes shall giue way I am in blood Stept in so farre that should I wade no more Returning were as tedious as go ore Strange things I haue in head that will to hand Which must be acted ere they may be scand La. You lacke the season of all Natures sleepe Macb. Come wee 'l to sleepe My strange self-abuse Is the initiate feare that wants hard vse We are yet but yong indeed Exeunt Scena Quinta Thunder Enter the three Witches meeting Hecat 1. Why how now Hecat you looke angerly Hec. Haue I not reason Beldams as you are Sawcy and ouer-bold how did you dare To Trade and Trafficke with Macbeth In Riddles and Affaires of death And I the Mistris of your Charmes The close contriuer of all harmes Was neuer call'd to beare my part Or shew the glory of our Art And which is worse all you haue done Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne Spightfull and wrathfull who as others do Loues for his owne ends not for you But make amends now Get you gon And at the pit of Acheron Meete me i' th' Morning thither he Will come to know his Destinie Your Vessels and your Spels prouide Your Charmes and euery thing beside I am for th' Ayre This night I le spend Vnto a dismall and a Fatall end Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone Vpon the Corner of the Moone There hangs a vap'rous drop profound I le catch it ere it come to ground And that distill'd by Magicke slights Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his Confusion He shall spurne Fate scorne Death and beare His hopes ' boue Wisedome Grace and Feare And you all know Security Is Mortals cheefest Enemie Musicke and a Song Hearke I am call'd my little Spirit see Sits in a Foggy cloud and stayes for me Sing within Come away come away c. 1 Come let 's make hast shee 'l soone be Backe againe Exeunt Scaena Sexta Enter Lenox and another Lord. Lenox My former Speeches Haue but hit your Thoughts Which can interpret farther Onely I say Things haue bin strangely borne The gracious Duncan Was pittied of Macbeth marry he was dead And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late Whom you may say if 't please you Fleans kill'd For Fleans fled Men must not walke too late Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolme and for Donalbane To kill their gracious Father Damned Fact How it did greeue Macbeth Did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents teare That were the Slaues of drinke and thralles of sleepe Was not that Nobly done I and wisely too For 't would haue anger'd any heart aliue To heare the men deny 't So that I say He ha's borne all things well and I do thinke That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key As and 't please Heauen he shall not they should finde What 't were to kill a Father So should Fleans But peace for from broad words and cause he fayl'd His presence at the Tyrants Feast I heare Macduffe liues in disgrace Sir can you tell Where he bestowes himselfe Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth Liues in the English Court and is receyu'd Of the most Pious Edward with such grace That the maleuolence of Fortune nothing Takes from his high respect Thither Macduffe Is gone to pray the Holy King vpon his ayd To wake Northumberland and warlike Seyward That by the helpe of these with him aboue To ratifie the Worke we may againe Giue to our Tables meate sleepe to our Nights Free from our Feasts and Banquets bloody kniues Do faithfull Homage and receiue free Honors All which we pine for now And this report Hath so exasperate their King that hee Prepares for some attempt of Warre Len. Sent he to Macduffe Lord. He did and with an absolute Sir not I The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe And hums as who should say you 'l rue the time That clogges me with this Answer Lenox And that well might Aduise him to a Caution tâ—hold what distance His wisedome can prouide Some holy Angell Flye to the Court of England and vnfold His Message ere he come that a swift blessing May soone returne to this our suffering Country Vnder a hand accurs'd Lord. I le send my Prayers with him Exeunt Actus Quarâ—s Scena Prima Thunder Enter the three Witches 1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd 2 Thrice and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd 3 Harpier cries 't is time 't is time 1 Round about the Caldron go In the poysond Entrailes throw Toad that vnder cold stone Dayes and Nights ha's thirty one Sweltred Venom sleeping got Boyle thou first i' th' charmed pot All. Double double toile and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake In the Cauldron boyle and bake Eye of Newt and Toe of Frogge Wooll of Bat and Tongue of Dogge Adders Forke and Blinde-wormes Sting Lizards legge and Howlets wing For a Charme of powrefull trouble Like a Hell-broth boyle and bubble All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 3 Scale of Dragon Tooth of Wolfe Witches Mummey Maw and Gulfe Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke Roote of Hemlocke digg'd i' th' darke Liuer of Blaspheming Iew Gall of Goate and Slippes of Yew Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse â—ose of Turke and Tartars lips Finger of Birth-strangled Babe Dâ—tch-deliuer'd by a Drab Make the Grewell thicke and slab Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron All. Double double toyle and trouble Fire burne and Cauldron bubble 2 Coole it with a Baboones blood Then the Charme is firme and good Enter Hecat and the other three Witches Hec. O well done I commend your paines And euery one shall share i' th' gaines And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring Inchanting all that you put in Musicke and a Song Blacke Spirits c. 2 By the pricking of my Thumbes Something wicked this way comes Open Lockes who euer knockes Enter Macbeth Macb. How now you secret black midnight Hags What is' t you do All. A deed without a name Macb. I coniure you by that which you Professe How ere you come to know it answer me Though you vntye the Windes and let them fight Against the Churches Though the yesty Waues Confound and swallow Nauigation vp Though bladed Corne be lodg'd Trees blown downe Though Castles topple on their Warders heads Though Pallaces and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations Though the treasure Of Natures Germaine tumble altogether Euen till destruction sicken Answer me To what I aske you 1 Speake 2 Demand 3 Wee 'l answer 1 Say if th' hadst rather heare it from our mouthes Or from our Masters Macb. Call 'em let me see ' em 1 Powre in
parley For Lord Hamlet Beleeue so much in him that he is young And with a larger tether may he walke Then may be giuen you In few Ophelia Doe not beleeue his vowes for they are Broakers Not of the eye which their Inuestments show But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes Breathing like sanctified and pious bonds The better to beguile This is for all I would not in plaine tearmes from this time forth Haue you so slander any moment leisure As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet Looke too 't I charge you come your wayes Ophe. I shall obey my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Horatio Marcellus Ham. The Ayre bites shrewdly is it very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre Ham. What hower now Hor. I thinke it lacks of twelue Mar. No it is strooke Hor. Indeed I heard it not then it drawes neere the season Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke What does this meane my Lord Ham. The King doth wake to night and takes his rouse Keepes wassels and the swaggering vpspring reeles And as he dreines his draughts of Renish downe The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his Pledge Horat. Is it a custome Ham. I marry ist And to my mind though I am natiue heere And to the manner borne It is a Custome More honour'd in the breach then the obseruance Enter Ghost Hor. Looke my Lord it comes Ham. Angels and Ministers of Grace defend vs Be thou a Spirit of health or Goblin damn'd Bring with thee ayres from Heauen or blasts from Hell Be thy euents wicked or charitable Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speake to thee I le call thee Hamlet King Father Royall Dane Oh oh answer me Let me not burst in Ignorance but tell Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearsed in death Haue burst their cerments why the Sepulcher Wherein we saw thee quietly enurn'd Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes To cast thee vp againe What may this meane That thou dead Coarse againe in compleat steele Reuisits thus the glimpses of the Moone Making Night hidious And we fooles of Nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond thee reaches of our Soules Say why is this wherefore what should we doe Ghost beckens Hamlet Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it As if it some impartment did desire To you alone Mar. Looke with what courteous action It wafts you to a more remoued ground But doe not goe with it Hor. No by no meanes Ham. It will not speake then will I follow it Hor. Doe not my Lord. Ham. Why what should be the feare I doe not set my life at a pins fee And for my Soule what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe It waues me forth againe I le follow it Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe That beetles o're his base into the Sea And there assumes some other horrible forme Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reason And draw you into madnesse thinke of it Ham. It wafts me still goe on I le follow thee Mar. You shall not goe my Lord. Ham. Hold off your band Hor. Be rul'd you shall not goe Ham. My fate cries out And makes each petty Artire in this body As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue Still am I cal'd Vnhand me Gentlemen By Heau'n I le make a Ghost of him that lets me I say away goe on I le follow thee Exeunt Ghost Hamlet Hor. He waxes desperate with imagination Mar. Let 's follow 't is not fit thus to obey him Hor. Haue after to what issue will this come Mar. Something is rotten in the State of Denmarke Hor. Heauen will direct it Mar. Nay let 's follow him Exeunt Enter Ghost and Hamlet Ham. Where wilt thou lead me speak I le go no further Gho. Marke me Ham. I will Gho. My hower is almost come When I to sulphurous and tormenting Flames Must render vp my selfe Ham. Alas poore Ghost Gho. Pitty me not but lend thy serious hearing To what I shall vnfold Ham. Speake I am bound to heare Gho. So art thou to reuenge when thou shalt heare Ham. What Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night And for the day confin'd to fast in Fiers Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature Are burnt and purg'd away But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my Prison-House I could a Tale vnfold whose lightest word Would harrow vp thy soule freeze thy young blood Make thy two eyes like Starres start from their Spheres Thy knotty and combined locks to part And each particular haire to stand an end Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine But this eternall blason must not be To eares of flesh and bloud lift Hamlet oh lift If thou didst euer thy deare Father loue Ham. Oh Heauen Gho. Reuenge his foule and most vnnaturall Murther Ham. Murther Ghost Murther most foule as in the best it is But this most foule strange and vnnaturall Ham. Hast hast me to know it That with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of Loue May sweepe to my Reuenge Ghost I finde thee apt And duller should'st thou be then the fat weede That rots it selfe in ease on Lethe Wharfe Would'st thou not stirre in this Now Hamlet heare It 's giuen out that sleeping in mine Orchard A Serpent stung me so the whole eare of Denmarke Is by a forged processe of my death Rankly abus'd But know thou Noble youth The Serpent that did sting thy Fathers life Now weares his Crowne Ham. O my Propheticke soule mine Vncle Ghost I that incestuous that adulterate Beast With witchcraft of his wits hath Traitorous guifts Oh wicked Wit and Gifts that haue the power So to seduce Won to to this shamefull Lust The will of my most seeming vertuous Queene Oh Hamlet what a falling off was there From me whose loue was of that dignity That it went hand in hand euen with the Vow I made to her in Marriage and to decline Vpon a wretch whose Naturall gifts were poore To those of mine But Vertue as it neuer wil be moued Though Lewdnesse court it in a shape of Heauen So Lust though to a radiant Angell link'd Will sate it selfe in a Celestiallbed prey on Garbage But soft me thinkes I sent the Mornings Ayre Briefe let me be Sleeping within mine Orchard My custome alwayes in the afternoone Vpon my secure hower thy Vncle stole With iuyce of cursed Hebenon in a Violl And in the Porches of mine eares did poure The leaperous Distilment whose effect Holds such an enmity with bloud of Man That swift as Quick-siluer it courses through The naturall Gates and Allies of the Body And with a sodaine vigour it doth posset And curd like Aygre droppings into Milke The thin and wholsome blood so did it mine And a most instant Tetter bak'd
desart Ham. Gods bodykins man better Vse euerie man after his desart and who should scape whipping vse them after your own Honor and Dignity The lesse they deserue the more merit is in your bountie Take them in Pol. Come sirs Exit Polon Ham. Follow him Friends wee 'l heare a play to morrow Dost thou heare me old Friend can you play the murther of Gonzago Play I my Lord. Ham. Wee 'l ha 't to morrow night You could for a need study a speech of some dosen or sixteene lines which I would set downe and insert in 't Could ye not Play I my Lord. Ham. Very well Follow that Lord and looke you mock him not My good Friends I le leaue you til night you are welcome to Elsonower Rosin Good my Lord. Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. I so God buy'ye Now I am alone Oh what a Rogue and Pesant slaue am I Is it not monstrous that this Player heere But in a Fixion in a dreame of Passion Could force his soule so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage warm'd Teares in his eyes distraction in 's Aspect A broken voyce and his whole Function suiting With Formes to his Conceit And all for nothing For Hecuba What 's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weepe for her What would he doe Had he the Motiue and the Cue for passion That I haue He would drowne the Stage with teares And cleaue the generall eare with horrid speech Make mad the guilty and apale the free Confound the ignorant and amaze indeed The very faculty of Eyes and Eares Yet I A dull and muddy-metled Rascall peake Like Iohn a-dreames vnpregnant of my cause And can say nothing No not for a King Vpon whose property and most deere life A damn'd defeate was made Am I a Coward Who calles me Villaine breakes my pate a-crosse Pluckes off my Beard and blowes it in my face Tweakes me by ' th' Nose giues me the Lye i' th' Throate As deepe as to the Lungs Who does me this Ha Why I should take it for it cannot be But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd and lacke Gall To make Oppression bitter or ere this I should haue fatted all the Region Kites With this Slaues Offall bloudy a Bawdy villaine Remorselesse Treacherous Letcherous kindles villaine Oh Vengeance Who What an Asse am I I sure this is most braue That I the Sonne of the Deere murthered Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen and Hell Must like a Whore vnpacke my heart with words And fall a Cursing like a very Drab A Scullion Fye vpon 't Foh About my Braine I haue heard that guilty Creatures sitting at a Play Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene Bene strooke so to the soule that presently They haue proclaim'd their Malefactions For Murther though it haue no tongue will speake With most myraculous Organ I le haue these Players Play something like the murder of my Father Before mine Vnkle I le obserue his lookes I le tent him to the quicke If he but blench I know my course The Spirit that I haue seene May be the Diuell and the Diuel hath power T' assume a pleasing shape yea and perhaps Out of my Weaknesse and my Melancholly As he is very potent with such Spirits Abuses me to damne me I le haue grounds More Relatiue then this The Play 's the thing Wherein I le catch the Conscience of the King Exit Enter King Queene Polonius Ophelia Rosincrance Guildenstern and Lords King And can you by no drift of circumstance Get from him why he puts on this Confusion Grating so harshly all his dayes of quiet With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy Rosin He does confesse he feeles himselfe distracted But from what cause he will by no meanes speake Guil. Nor do we finde him forward to be sounded But with a crafty Madnesse keepes aloofe When we would bring him on to some Confession Of his true state Qu. Did he receiue you well Rosin Most like a Gentleman Guild But with much forcing of his disposition Rosin Niggard of question but of our demands Most free in his reply Qu. Did you assay him to any pastime Rosin Madam it so fell out that certaine Players We ore-wrought on the way of these we told him And there did seeme in him a kinde of ioy To heare of it They are about the Court And as I thinke they haue already order This night to play before him Pol. 'T is most true And he beseech'd me to intreate your Maiesties To heare and see the matter King With all my heart and it doth much content me To heare him so inclin'd Good Gentlemen Giue him a further edge and driue his purpose on To these delights Rosin We shall my Lord. Exeunt King Sweet Gertrude leaue vs too For we haue closely sent for Hamlet hither That he as 't were by accident may there Affront Ophelia Her Father and my selfe lawful espials Will so bestow our selues that seeing vnseene We may of their encounter frankely iudge And gather by him as he is behaued If 't be th' affliction of his loue or no. That thus he suffers for Qu. I shall obey you And for your part Ophelia I do wish That your good Beauties be the happy cause Of Hamlets wildenesse so shall I hope your Vertues Will bring him to his wonted way againe To both your Honors Ophe. Madam I wish it may Pol. Ophelia walke you heere Gracious so please ye We will bestow our selues Reade on this booke That shew of such an exercise may colour Your lonelinesse We are oft too blame in this 'T is too much prou'd that with Deuotions visage And pious Action we do surge o're The diuell himselfe King Oh 't is true How smart a lash that speech doth giue my Conscience The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaist'ring Art Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it Then is my deede to my most painted word Oh heauie burthen Pol. I heare him comming let 's withdraw my Lord. Exeunt Enter Hamlet Ham. To be or not to be that is the Question Whether 't is Nobler in the minde to suffer The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles And by opposing end them to dye to sleepe No more and by a sleepe to say we end The Heart-ake and the thousand Naturall shockes That Flesh is heyre too 'T is a consummation Deuoutly to be wish'd To dye to sleepe To sleepe perchance to Dreame I there 's the rub For in that sleepe of death what dreames may come When we haue shufflel'd off this mortall coile Must giue vs pawse There 's the respect That makes Calamity of so long life For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time The Oppressors wrong the poore mans Contumely The pangs of dispriz'd Loue the Lawes delay The insolence of Office and the Spurnes That patient merit of the vnworthy takes When he himselfe might his Quietus make With a bare
siz'd my Feare is so King Faith I must leaue thee Loue and shortly too My operant Powers my Functions leaue to do And thou shalt liue in this faire world behinde Honour'd belou'd and haply one as kinde For Husband shalt thou Bap. Oh confound the rest Such Loue must needs be Treason in my brest In second Husband let me be accurst None wed the second but who kill'd the first Ham. Wormwood Wormwood Bapt. The instances that second Marriage moue Are base respects of Thrist but none of Loue. A second time I kill my Husband dead When second Husband kisses me in Bed King I do beleeue you Think what now you speak But what we do determine oft we breake Purpose is but the slaue to Memorie Of violent Birth but poore validitie Which now like Fruite vnripe stickes on the Tree But fall vnshaken when they mellow bee Most necessary 't is that we forget To pay our selues what to our selues is debt What to our selues in passion we propose The passion ending doth the purpose lose The violence of other Greefe or Ioy Their owne ennactors with themselues destroy Where Ioy most Reuels Greefe doth most lament Greefe ioyes Ioy greeues on slender accident This world is not for aye nor 't is not strange That euen our Loues should with our Fortunes change For 't is a question left vs yet to proue Whether Loue lead Fortune or else Fortune Loue. The great man downe you marke his fauourites flies The poore aduanc'd makes Friends of Enemies And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend For who not needs shall neuer lacke a Frend And who in want a hollow Friend doth try Directly seasons him his Enemie But orderly to end where I begun Our Willes and Fates do so contrary run That our Deuices still are ouerthrowne Our thoughts are ours their ends none of our owne So thinke thou wilt no second Husband wed But die thy thoughts when thy first Lord is dead Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food nor Heauen light Sport and repose locke from me day and night Each opposite that blankes the face of ioy Meet what I would haue well and it destroy Both heere and hence pursue me lasting strife If once a Widdow euer I be Wife Ham. If she should breake it now King 'T is deepely sworne Sweet leaue me heere a while My spirits grow dull and faine I would beguile The tedious day with sleepe Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine Sleepes And neuer come mischance betweene vs twaine Exit Ham. Madam how like you this Play Qu. The Lady protests to much me thinkes Ham. Oh but shee 'l keepe her word King Haue you heard the Argument is there no Offence in 't Ham. No no they do but iest poyson in iest no Offence i' th' world King What do you call the Play Ham. The Mouse-trap Marry how Tropically This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna Gonzago is the Dukes name his wife Baptista you shall see anon 't is a knauish peece of worke But what o' that Your Maiestie and wee that haue free soules it touches vs not let the gail dâ—iade winch our withers are vnrung Enter Lucianus This is one Lucianus nephew to the King Ophe. You are a good Chorus my Lord. Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue if I could see the Puppets dallying Ophe. You are keene my Lord you are keene Ham. It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge Ophe. Still better and worse Ham. So you mistake Husbands Begin Murderer Pox leaue thy damnable Faces and begin Come the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Reuenge Lucian Thoughts blacke hands apt Drugges fit and Time agreeing Confederate season else no Creature seeing Thou mixture ranke of Midnight Weeds collected With Hecats Ban thrice blasted thrice infected Thy naturall Magicke and dire propertie On wholsome life vsurpe immediately Powres the poyson in his eares Ham. He poysons him i' th Garden for 's estate His name 's Gonzago the Story is extant and writ in choyce Italian You shall see anon how the Murtherer gets the loue of Gonzago's wife Ophe. The King rises Ham. What frighted with false fire Qu. How fares my Lord Pol. Giue o're the Play King Giue me some Light Away All. Lights Lights Lights Exeunt Manet Hamlet Horatio Ham. Why let the strucken Deere go weepe The Hart vngalled play For some must watch while some must sleepe So runnes the world away Would not this Sir and a Forrest of Feathers if the rest of my Fortunes turne Turke with me with two Prouinciall Roses on my rac'd Shooes get me a Fellowship in a crie of Players sir Hor. Halfe a share Ham. A whole one I For thou dost know Oh Damon deere This Realme dismantled was of Ioue himselfe And now reignes heere A verie verie Paiocke Hora. You might haue Rim'd Ham. Oh good Horatio I le take the Ghosts word for a thousand pound Did'st perceiue Hora. Verie well my Lord. Ham. Vpon the talke of the poysoning Hora. I did verie well note him Enter Rosincrance and Guildensterne Ham. Oh ha Come some Musick Come y e Recorders For if the King like not the Comedie Why then belike he likes it not perdie Come some Musicke Guild Good my Lord vouchsafe me a word with you Ham. Sir a whole History Guild The King sir Ham. I sir what of him Guild Is in his retyrement maruellous distemper'd Ham. With drinke Sir Guild No my Lord rather with choller Ham. Your wisedome should shew it selfe more richer to signifie this to his Doctor for for me to put him to his Purgation would perhaps plundge him into farre more Choller Guild Good my Lord put your discourse into some frame and start not so wildely from my affayre Ham. I am tame Sir pronounce Guild The Queene your Mother in most great affliction of spirit hath sent me to you Ham. You are welcome Guild Nay good my Lord this courtesie is not of the right breed If it shall please you to make me a wholsome answer I will doe your Mothers command'ment if not your pardon and my returne shall bee the end of my Businesse Ham. Sir I cannot Guild What my Lord Ham. Make you a wholsome answere my wits diseas'd But sir such answers as I can make you shal command or rather you say my Mother therfore no more but to the matter My Mother you say Rosin Then thus she sayes your behauior hath stroke her into amazement and admiration Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne that can so astonish a Mother But is there no sequell at the heeles of this Mothers admiration Rosin She desires to speake with you in her Closset ere you go to bed Ham. We shall obey were she ten times our Mother Haue you any further Trade with vs Rosin My Lord you once did loue me Ham. So I do still by these pickers and stealers Rosin Good my Lord what is your cause of distemper You do freely barre the doore of your owne Libertie if you deny
indiscretion sometimes serues vs well When our deare plots do paule and that should teach vs There 's a Diuinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will Hor. That is most certaine Ham. Vp from my Cabin My sea-gowne scarft about me in the darke Grop'd I to finde out them had my desire Finger'd their Packet and in fine withdrew To mine owne roome againe making so bold My feares forgetting manners to vnseale Their grand Commission where I found Horatio Oh royall knauery An exact command Larded with many seuerall sorts of reason Importing Denmarks health and Englands too With hoo such Bugges and Goblins in my life That on the superuize no leasure bated No not to stay the grinding of the Axe My head shoud be struck off Hor. I st possible Ham. Here 's the Commission read it at more leysure But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed Hor. I beseech you Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines Ere I could make a Prologue to my braines They had begun the Play I sate me downe Deuis'd a new Commission wrote it faire I once did hold it as our Statists doe A basenesse to write faire and laboured much How to forget that learning but Sir now It did me Yeomans seruice wilt thou know The effects of what I wrote Hor. I good my Lord. Ham. An earnest Coniuration from the King As England was his faithfull Tributary As loue betweene them as the Palme should flourish As Peace should still her wheaten Garland weare And stand a Comma 'tweene their amities And many such like Assis of great charge That on the view and know of these Contents Without debatement further more or lesse He should the bearers put to sodaine death Not shriuing time allowed Hor. How was this seal'd Ham. Why euen in that was Heauen ordinate I had my fathers Signet in my Purse Which was the Modell of that Danish Seale Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other Subscrib'd it gau 't th' impression plac't it safely The changeling neuer knowne Now the next day Was our Sea Fight and what to this was sement Thou know'st already Hor. So Guildensterne and Rosincrance go too 't Ham. Why man they did make loue to this imployment They are not neere my Conscience their debate Doth by their owne insinuation grow 'T is dangerous when the baser nature comes Betweene the passe and fell incensed points Of mighty opposites Hor. Why what a King is this Ham. Does it not thinkst thee stand me now vpon He that hath kil'd my King and whor'd my Mother Popt in betweene th' election and my hopes Throwne out his Angle for my proper life And with such coozenage is' t not perfect conscience To quit him with this arme And is' t not to be damn'd To let this Canker of our nature come In further euill Hor. It must be shortly knowne to him from England What is the issue of the businesse there Ham. It will be short The interim's mine and a mans life 's no more Then to say one but I am very sorry good Horatio That to Laertes I forgot my selfe For by the image of my Cause I see The Portraiture of his I le count his fauours But sure the brauery of his griefe did put me Into a Towring passion Hor. Peace who comes heere Enter young Osricke Osr Your Lordship is right welcome back to Denmarke Ham. I humbly thank you Sir dost know this waterflie Hor. No my good Lord. Ham. Thy state is the more gracious for 't is a vice to know him he hath much Land and fertile let a Beast be Lord of Beasts and his Crib shall stand at the Kings Messe 't is a Chowgh but as I saw spacious in the possession of dirt Osr Sweet Lord if your friendship were at leysure I should impart a thing to you from his Maiesty Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of spirit put your Bonet to his right vse 't is for the head Osr I thanke your Lordship 't is very hot Ham. No beleeue mee 't is very cold the winde is Northerly Osr It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed Ham. Mee thinkes it is very soultry and hot for my Complexion Osr Exceedingly my Lord it is very soultry as 't were I cannot tell how but my Lord his Maiesty bad me signifie to you that he ha's laid a great wager on your head Sir this is the matter Ham. I beseech you remember Osr Nay in good faith for mine ease in good faith Sir you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at his weapon Ham. What 's his weapon Osr Rapier and dagger Ham. That 's two of his weapons but well Osr The sir King ha's wag'd with him six Barbary Horses against the which he impon'd as I take it sixe French Rapiers and Poniards with their assignes as Girdle Hangers or so three of the Carriages infaith are very deare to fancy very responsiue to the hilts most delicate carriages and of very liberall conceit Ham. What call you the Carriages Osr The Carriages Sir are the hangers Ham. The phrase would bee more Germaine to the matter If we could carry Cannon by our sides I would it might be Hangers till then but on sixe Barbary Horses against sixe French Swords their Assignes and three liberall conceited Carriages that 's the French but against the Danish why is this impon'd as you call it Osr The King Sir hath laid that in a dozen passes betweene you and him hee shall not exceed you three hits He hath one twelue for mine and that would come to imediate tryall if your Lordship would vouchsafe the Answere Ham. How if I answere no Osr I meane my Lord the opposition of your person in tryall Ham. Sir I will walke heere in the Hall if it please his Maiestie 't is the breathing time of day with me let the Foyles bee brought the Gentleman willing and the King hold his purpose I will win for him if I can if not I le gaine nothing but my shame and the odde hits Osr Shall I redeliuer you ee'n so Ham. To this effect Sir after what flourish your nature will Osr I commend my duty to your Lordship Ham. Yours yours hee does well to commend it himselfe there are no tongues else for 's tongue Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the shell on his head Ham. He did Complie with his Dugge before hee suck't it thus had he and mine more of the same Beauy that I know the drossie age dotes on only got the tune of the time and outward habite of encounter a kinde of yesty collection which carries them through through the most fond and winnowed opinions and doe but blow them to their tryalls the Bubbles are out Hor. You will lose this wager my Lord. Ham. I doe not thinke so since he went into France I haue beene in continuall practice I shall winne at the oddes but thou wouldest not thinke how all heere about my heart but it is no
could not beg I' th' last nights storme I such a fellow saw Which made me thinke a Man a Worme My Sonne Came then into my minde and yet my minde Was then scarse Friends with him I haue heard more since As Flies to wanton Boyes are we to th' Gods They kill vs for their sport Edg. How should this be Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow Ang'ring it selfe and others Blesse thee Master Glou. Is that the naked Fellow Oldm. I my Lord. Glou. Get thee away If for my sake Thou wilt ore-take vs hence a mile or twaine I' th' way toward Douer do it for ancient loue And bring some couering for this naked Soule Which I le intreate to leade me Old Alacke sir he is mad Glou. 'T is the times plague When Madmen leade the blinde Do as I bid thee or rather do thy pleasure Aboue the rest be gone Oldm. He bring him the best Parrell that I haue Come on 't what will Exit Glou. Sirrah naked fellow Edg. Poore Tom's a cold I cannot daub it further Glou. Come hither fellow Edg. And yet I must Blesse thy sweete eyes they bleede Glou. Know'st thou the way to Douer Edg. Both style and gate Horseway and foot-path poore Tom hath bin scarr'd out of his good wits Blesse thee good mans sonne from the foule Fiend Glou. Here take this purse y u whom the heau'ns plagues Haue humbled to all strokes that I am wretched Makes thee the happier Heauens deale so still Let the superfluous and Lust-dieted man That slaues your ordinance that will not see Because he do's not feele feele your powre quickly So distribution should vndoo excesse And each man haue enough Dost thou know Douer Edg. I Master Glou. There is a Cliffe whose high and bending head Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe Bring me but to the very brimme of it And I le repayre the misery thou do'st beare With something rich about me from that place I shall no leading neede Edg. Giue me thy arme Poore Tom shall leade thee Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Gonerill Bastard and Steward Gon. Welcome my Lord. I meruell our mild husband Not met vs on the way Now where 's your Master Stew. Madam within but neuer man so chang'd I told him of the Army that was Landed He smil'd at it I told him you were comming His answer was the worse Of Glosters Treachery And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne When I inform'd him then he call'd me Sot And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out What most he should dislike seemes pleasant to him What like offensiue Gon. Then shall you go no further It is the Cowish terror of his spirit That dares not vndertake Hee 'l not feele wrongs Which tye him to an answer our wishes on the way May proue effects Backe Edmond to my Brother Hasten his Musters and conduct his powres I must change names at home and giue the Distaffe Into my Husbands hands This trustie Seruant Shall passe betweene vs ere long you are like to heare If you dare venture in your owne behalfe A Mistresses command Weare this spare speech Decline your head This kisse if it durst speake Would stretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre Conceiue and fare thee well Bast Yours in the rankes of death Exit Gon. My most deere Gloster Oh the difference of man and man To thee a Womans seruices are due My Foole vsurpes my body Stew. Madam here come's my Lord. Enter Albany Gon. I haue beene worth the whistle Alb. Oh Gonerill You are not worth the dust which the rude winde Blowes in your face Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man That bear'st a cheeke for blowes a head for wrongs Who hast not in thy browes an eye-discerning Thine Honor from thy suffering Alb. See thy selfe diuell Proper deformitie seemes not in the Fiend So horrid as in woman Gon. Oh vaine Foole. Enter a Messenger Mes Oh my good Lord the Duke of Cornwals dead Slaine by his Seruant going to put out The other eye of Glouster Alb. Glousters eyes Mes A Seruant that he bred thrill'd with remorse Oppos'd against the act bending his Sword To his great Master who threat-enrag'd Flew on him and among'st them fell'd him dead But not without that harmefull stroke which since Hath pluckt him after Alb. This shewes you are aboue You Iustices that these our neather crimes So speedily can venge But O poore Glouster Lost he his other eye Mes Both both my Lord. This Leter Madam craues a speedy answer 'T is from your Sister Gon. One way I like this well But being widdow and my Glouster with her May all the building in my fancie plucke Vpon my hatefull life Another way The Newes is not so tart I le read and answer Alb. Where was his Sonne When they did take his eyes Mes Come with my Lady hither Alb. He is not heere Mes No my good Lord I met him backe againe Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse Mes I my good Lord 't was he inform'd against him And quit the house on purpose that their punishment Might haue the freer course Alb. Glouster I liue To thanke thee for the loue thou shew'dst the King And to reuenge thine eyes Come hither Friend Tell me what more thou know'st Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Cordelia Gentlemen and Souldiours Cor. Alacke 't is he why he was met euen now As mad as the vext Sea singing alowd Crown'd with ranke Fenitar and furrow weeds With Hardokes Hemlocke Nettles Cuckoo flowres Darnell and all the idle weedes that grow In our sustaining Corne. A Centery send forth Search euery Acre in the high-growne field And bring him to our eye What can mans wisedome In the restoring his bereaued Sense he that helpes him Take all my outward worth Cent. There is meanes Madam Our foster Nurse of Nature is repose The which he lackes that to prouoke in him Are many Simples operatiue whose power Will close the eye of Anguish Cord. All blest Secrets All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth Spring with my teares be aydant and remediate In the Goodmans desires seeke seeke for him Least his vngouern'd rage dissolue the life That wants the meanes to leade it Enter Messenger Mes Newes Madam The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward Cor. 'T is knowne before Our preparation stands In expectation of them O deere Father It is thy businesse that I go about Therfore great France My mourning and importun'd teares hath pittied No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite But loue deere loue and our ag'd Fathers Rite Soone may I heare and see him Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Regan and Steward Reg. But are my Brothers Powres set forth Stew. I Madam Reg. Himselfe in person there Stew. Madam with much ado Your Sister is the better Souldier Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home Stew. No Madam Reg. What night import my Sisters Letter to him Stew. I know not Lady Reg. Faith he is
Oth. Say you Des It is not lost but what and if it were Oth. How Des I say it is not lost Oth. Fetcht let me see 't Des Why so I can but I will not now This is a tricke to put me from my suite Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe My minde mis-giues Des Come come you 'l neuer meete a more sufficient man Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue Shar'd dangers with you Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des Insooth you are too blame Oth. Away Exit Othello Aemil. Is not this man iealious Des I neu'r saw this before Sure there 's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe I am most vnhappy in the losse of it Aemil. 'T is not a yeare or two shewes vs a man They are all but Stomackes and we all but Food They eate vs hungerly and when they are full They belch vs. Enter Iago and Cassio Looke you Cassio and my Husband Iago There is no other way 't is she must doo 't And loe the happinesse go and importune her Des How now good Cassio what 's the newes with you Cassio Madam my former suite I do beseech you That by your vertuous meanes I may againe Exist and be a member of his loue Whom I with all the Office of my heart Intirely honour I would not be delayd If my offence be of such mortall kinde That nor my Seruice past nor present Sorrowes Nor purpos'd merit in futurity Can ransome me into his loue againe But to know so must be my benefit So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content And shut my selfe vp in some other course To Fortunes Almes Des Alas thrice-gentle Cassio My Aduocation is not now in Tune My Lord is not my Lord nor should I know him Were he in Fauour as in Humour alter'd So helpe me euery spirit sanctified As I haue spoken for you all my best And stood within the blanke of his displeasure For my free speech You must awhile be patient What I can do I will and more I will Then for my selfe I dare Let that suffice you Iago Is my Lord angry Aemil. He went hence but now And certainly in strange vnquietnesse Iago Can he be angry I haue seene the Cannon When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre And like the Diuell from his very Arme Puff't his owne Brother And is he angry Something of moment then I will go meet him There 's matter in 't indeed if he be angry Exit Des I prythee do so Something sure of State Either from Venice or some vnhatch'd practise Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus to him Hath pudled his cleare Spirit and in such cases Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things Though great ones are their obiect 'T is euen so For let our finger ake and it endues Our other healthfull members euen to a sense Of paine Nay we must thinke men are not Gods Nor of them looke for such obseruancie As fits the Bridall Beshrew me much Aemilia I was vnhandsome Warrior as I am Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule But now I finde I had suborn'd the Witnesse And he 's Indited falsely Aemil. Pray heauen it bee State matters as you thinke and no Conception Nor no Iealious Toy concerning you Des Alas the day I neuer gaue him cause Aemil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so They are not euer iealious for the cause But iealious for they 're iealious It is a Monster Begot vpon it selfe borne on it selfe Des Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind Aemil. Lady Amen Des I will go seeke him Cassio walke heere about If I doe finde him fit I le moue your suite And seeke to effect it to my vttermost Exit Cas I humbly thanke your Ladyship Enter Bianca Bian. ' Saue you Friend Cassio Cassio What make you from home How is' t with you my most faire Bianca Indeed sweet Loue I was comming to your house Bian. And I was going to your Lodging Cassio What keepe a weeke away Seuen dayes and Nights Eight score eight houres And Louers absent howres More tedious then the Diall eight score times Oh weary reck'ning Cassio Pardon me Bianca I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest But I shall in a more continuate time Strike off this score of absence Sweet Bianca Take me this worke out Bianca Oh Cassio whence came this This is some Token from a newer Friend To the felt-Absence now I feele a Cause Is' t come to this Well well Cassio Go too woman Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth From whence you haue them You are iealious now That this is from some Mistris some remembrance No in good troth Bianca Bian. Why who 's is it Cassio I know not neither I found it in my Chamber I like the worke well Ere it be demanded As like enough it will I would haue it coppied Take it and doo 't and leaue me for this time Bian. Leaue you Wherefore Cassio I do attend heere on the Generall And thinke it no addition nor my wish To haue him see me woman'd Bian. Why I ptay you Cassio Not that I loue you not Bian. But that you do not loue me I pray you bring me on the way a little And say if I shall see you soone at night Cassio 'T is but a little way that I can bring you For I attend heere But I le see you soone Bian. 'T is very good I must be circumstanc'd Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Othello and Iago Iago Will you thinke so Oth. Thinke so Iago Iago What to kisse in priuate Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kisse Iago Or to be naked with her Friend in bed An houre or more not meaning any harme Oth. Naked in bed Iago and not meane harme It is hypocrisie against the Diuell They that meane vertuously and yet do so The Diuell their vertue tempts and they tempt Heauen Iago If they do nothing 't is a Veniall slip But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe Oth. What then Iago Why then 't is hers my Lord and being hers She may I thinke bestow 't on any man Oth. She is Protectresse of her honor too May she giue that Iago Her honor is an Essence that 's not seene They haue it very oft that haue it not But for the Handkerchiefe Othe By heauen I would most gladly haue forgot it Thou saidst oh it comes ore my memorie As doth the Rauen o're the infectious house Boading to all he had my Handkerchiefe Iago I what of that Othe That 's not so good now Iag. What if I had said I had seene him do you wrong Or heard him say as Knaues be such abroad Who hauing by their owne importunate suit Or voluntary dotage of some Mistris Conuinced or supply'd them cannot chuse But they must blab Oth. Hath he said any thing Iago He hath my Lord but be you well assur'd No
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
my will As Pompey was am I compell'd to set Vpon one Battell all our Liberties You know that I held Epicurus strong And his Opinion Now I change my minde And partly credit things that do presage Comming from Sardis on our former Ensigne Two mighty Eagles fell and there they pearch'd Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands Who to Philippi heere consorted vs This Morning are they fled away and gone And in their steeds do Rauens Crowes and Kites Fly ore our heads and downward looke on vs As we were sickely prey their shadowes seeme A Canopy most fatall vnder which Our Army lies ready to giue vp the Ghost Messa Beleeue not so Cassi I but beleeue it partly For I am fresh of spirit and resolu'd To meete all perils very constantly Bru. Euen so Lucillius Cassi Now most Noble Brutus The Gods to day stand friendly that we may Louers in peace leade on our dayes to age But since the affayres of men rests still incertaine Let 's reason with the worst that may befall If we do lose this Battaile then is this The very last time we shall speake together What are you then determined to do Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philosophy By which I did blame Cato for the death Which he did giue himselfe I know not how But I do finde it Cowardly and vile For feare of what might fall so to preuent The time of life arming my selfe with patience To stay the prouidence of some high Powers That gouerne vs below Cassi Then if we loose this Battaile You are contented to be led in Triumph Thorow the streets of Rome Bru. No Cassius no Thinke not thou Noble Romane That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome He beares too great a minde But this same day Must end that worke the Ides of March begun And whether we shall meete againe I know not Therefore our euerlasting farewell take For euer and for euer farewell Cassius If we do meete againe why we shall smile If not why then this parting was well made Cassi For euer and for euer farewell Brutus If we do meete againe wee 'l smile indeede If not 't is true this parting was well made Bru. Why then leade on O that a man might know The end of this dayes businesse ere it come But it sufficeth that the day will end And then the end is knowne Come ho away Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus and Messala Bru. Ride ride Messala ride and giue these Billes Vnto the Legions on the other side Lowd Alarum Let them set on at once for I perceiue But cold demeanor in Octauio's wing And sodaine push giues them the ouerthrow Ride ride Messala let them all come downe Exeunt Alarums Enter Cassius and Titinius Cassi O looke Titinius looke the Villaines flye My selfe haue to mine owne turn'd Enemy This Ensigne heere of mine was turning backe I slew the Coward and did take it from him Titin. O Cassius Brutus gaue the word too early Who hauing some aduantage on Octauius Tooke it too eagerly his Soldiers fell to spoyle Whil'st we by Antony are all inclos'd Enter Pindarus Pind. Fly further off my Lord flye further off Mark Antony is in your Tents my Lord Flye therefore Noble Cassius flye farre off Cassi This Hill is farre enough Looke look Titinius Are those my Tents where I perceiue the fire Tit. They are my Lord. Cassi Titinius if thou louest me Mount thou my horse and hide thy spurres in him Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes And heere againe that I may rest assur'd Whether yond Troopes are Friend or Enemy Tit. I will be heere againe euen with a thought Exit Cassi Go Pindarus get higher on that hill My sight was euer thicke regard Titinius And tell me what thou not'st about the Field This day I breathed first Time is come round And where I did begin there shall I end My life is run his compasse Sirra what newes Pind. Aboue O my Lord. Cassi What newes Pind. Titinius is enclosed round about With Horsemen that make to him on the Spurre Yet he spurres on Now they are almost on him Now Titinius Now some light O he lights too Hee 's tane Showt And hearke they shout for ioy Cassi Come downe behold no more O Coward that I am to liue so long To see my best Friend tane before my face Enter Pindarus Come hither sirrah In Parthia did I take thee Prisoner And then I swore thee sauing of thy life That whatsoeuer I did bid thee do Thou should'st attempt it Come now keepe thine oath Now be a Free-man and with this good Sword That ran through Caesars bowels search this bosome Stand not to answer Heere take thou the Hilts And when my face is couer'd as 't is now Guide thou the Sword Caesar thou art reueng'd Euen with the Sword that kill'd thee Pin. So I am free Yet would not so haue beene Durst I haue done my will O Cassius Farre from this Country Pindarus shall run Where neuer Roman shall take note of him Enter Titinius and Messala Messa It is but change Titinius for Octauius Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power As Cassius Legions are by Antony Titin. These tydings will well comfort Cassius Messa Where did you leaue him Titin. All disconsolate With Pindarus his Bondman on this Hill Messa Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground Titin. He lies not like the Liuing O my heart Messa Is not that hee Titin. No this was he Messala But Cassius is no more O setting Sunne As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night So in his red blood Cassius day is set The Sunne of Rome is set Our day is gone Clowds Dewes and Dangers come our deeds are done Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed Messa Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed O hatefull Error Melancholies Childe Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men The things that are not O Error soone conceyu'd Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee Tit. What Pindarus Where art thou Pindarus Messa Seeke him Titinius whilst I go to meet The Noble Brutus thrusting this report Into his eares I may say thrusting it For piercing Steele and Darts inuenomed Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus As tydings of this sight Tit. Hye you Messala And I will seeke for Pindarus the while Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius Did I not meet thy Friends and did not they Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie And bid me giue it thee Did'st thou not heare their showts Alas thou hast misconstrued euery thing But hold thee take this Garland on thy Brow Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee and I Will do his bidding Brutus come apace And see how I regarded Caius Cassius By your leaue Gods This is a Romans part Come Cassius Sword and finde Titinius hart Dies Alarum Enter Brutus Messala yong Cato Strato Volumnius and Lucillius Bru.
Where where Messala doth his body lye Messa Loe yonder and Titinius mourning it Bru. Titinius face is vpward Cato He is slaine Bru. O Iulius Caesar thou art mighty yet Thy Spirit walkes abroad and turnes our Swords In our owne proper Entrailes Low Alarums Cato Braue Titinius Looke where he haue not crown'd dead Cassius Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing such as these The last of all the Romans far thee well It is impossible that euer Rome Should breed thy fellow Friends I owe mo teares To this dead man then you shall see me pay I shall finde time Cassius I shall finde time Come therefore and to Tharsus send his body His Funerals shall not be in our Campe Least it discomfort vs. Lucillius come And come yong Cato let vs to the Field Labio and Flauio set our Battailes on 'T is three a clocke and Romans yet ere night We shall try Fortune in a second fight Exeunt Alarum Enter Brutus Messala Cato Lucillius and Flauius Bru. Yet Country-men O yet hold vp your heads Cato What Bastard doth not Who will go with me I will proclaime my name about the Field I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe A Foe to Tyrants and my Countries Friend I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato hoe Enter Souldiers and fight And I am Brutus Marcus Brutus I Brutus my Countries Friend Know me for Brutus Luc. O yong and Noble Cato art thou downe Why now thou dyest as brauely as Titinius And may'st be honour'd being Cato's Sonne Sold. Yeeld or thou dyest Luc. Onely I yeeld to dye There is so much that thou wilt kill me straight Kill Brutus and be honour'd in his death Sold. We must not a Noble Prisoner Enter Antony 2. Sold. Roome hoe tell Antony Brutus is tane 1. Sold. I le tell thee newes Heere comes the Generall Brutus is tane Brutus is tane my Lord. Ant. Where is hee Luc. Safe Antony Brutus is safe enough I dare assure thee that no Enemy Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus The Gods defend him from so great a shame When you do finde him or aliue or dead He will be found like Brutus like himselfe Ant. This is not Brutus friend but I assure you A prize no lesse in worth keepe this man safe Giue him all kindnesse I had rather haue Such men my Friends then Enemies Go on And see where Brutus be aliue or dead And bring vs word vnto Octauius Tent How euery thing is chanc'd Exeunt Enter Brutus Dardanius Clitus Strato and Volumnius Brut. Come poore remaines of friends rest on this Rocke Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch-light but my Lord He came not backe he is or tane or slaine Brut. Sit thee downe Clitus slaying is the word It is a deed in fashion Hearke thee Clitus Clit. What I my Lord No not for all the World Brut. Peace then no words Clit. I le rather kill my selfe Brut. Hearke thee Dardanius Dard. Shall I doe such a deed Clit. O Dardanius Dard. O Clitus Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee Dard. To kill him Clitus looke he meditates Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes Brut. Come hither good Volumnius list a word Volum. What sayes my Lord Brut. Why this Volumnius The Ghost of Caesar hath appear'd to me Two seuerall times by Night at Sardis once And this last Night here in Philippi fields I know my houre is come Volum Not so my Lord. Brut. Nay I am sure it is Volumnius Thou seest the World Volumnius how it goes Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit Low Alarums It is more worthy to leape in our selues Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius Thou know'st that we two went to Schoole together Euen for that our loue of old I prethee Hold thou my Sword Hilts whilest I runne on it Vol. That 's not an Office for a friend my Lord. Alarum still Cly. Fly flye my Lord there is no tarrying heere Bru. Farewell to you and you and you Volumnius Strato thou hast bin all this while asleepe Farewell to thee to Strato Countrymen My heart doth ioy that yet in all my life I found no man but he was true to me I shall haue glory by this loosing day More then Octauius and Marke Antony By this vile Conquest shall attaine vnto So fare you well at once for Brutus tongue Hath almost ended his liues History Night hangs vpon mine eyes my Bones would rest That haue but labour'd to attaine this houre Alarum Cry within Flye flye flye Cly. Fly my Lord flye Bru. Hence I will follow I prythee Strato stay thou by thy Lord Thou art a Fellow of a good respect Thy life hath had some smatch of Honor in it Hold then my Sword and turne away thy face While I do run vpon it Wilt thou Strato Stra. Giue me your hand first Fare you wel my Lord. Bru. Farewell good Strato Caesar now be still I kill'd not thee with halfe so good a will Dyes Alarum Retreat Enter Antony Octauius Messala Lucillius and the Army Octa. What man is that Messa My Masters man Strato where is thy Master Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Messala The Conquerors can but make a fire of him For Brutus onely ouercame himselfe And no man else hath Honor by his death Lucil. So Brutus should be found I thank thee Brutus That thou hast prou'd Lucillius saying true Octa. All that seru'd Brutus I will entertaine them Fellow wilt thou bestow thy time with me Stra. I if Messala will preferre me to you Octa. Do so good Messala Messa How dyed my Master Strato Stra. I held the Sword and he did run on it Messa Octauius then take him to follow thee That did the latest seruice to my Master Ant. This was the Noblest Roman of them all All the Conspirators saue onely hee Did that they did in enuy of great Caesar He onely in a generall honest thought And common good to all made one of them His life was gentle and the Elements So mixt in him that Nature might stand vp And say to all the world This was a man Octa. According to his Vertue let vs vse him Withall Respect and Rites of Buriall Within my Tent his bones to night shall ly Most like a Souldier ordered Honourably So call the Field to rest and let 's away To part the glories of this happy day Exeunt omnes FINIS THE TRAGEDIE OF MACBETH Actus Primus Scoena Prima Thunder and Lightning Enter three Witches 1. WHen shall we three meet againe In Thunder Lightning or in Raine 2. When the Hurley-burley's done When the Battaile 's lost and wonne 3. That will be ere the set of Sunne 1. Where the place 2. Vpon the Heath 3. There to meet with Macbeth 1. I come Gray-Malkin All. Padock calls anon faire is foule and foule is faire Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre Exeunt Scena Secunda Alarum within Enter King Malcome Donalbaine Lenox