straight Within this houre bring me word 't is done And by good testimonie or I le seize thy life With what thou else call'st thine if thou refuse And wilt encounter with my Wrath say so The Bastard-braynes with these my proper hands Shall I dash out Goe take it to the fire For thou sett'st on thy Wife Antig. I did not Sir These Lords my Noble Fellowes if they please Can cleare me in 't Lords We can my Royall Liege He is not guiltie of her comming hither Leo. You 're lyers all Lord. Beseech your Highnesse giue vs better credit We haue alwayes truly seru'd you and beseech ' So to esteeme of vs and on our knees we begge As recompence of our deare seruices Past and to come that you doe change this purpose Which being so horrible so bloody must Lead on to some foule Issue We all kneele Leo. I am a Feather for each Wind that blows Shall I liue on to see this Bastard kneele And call me Father better burne it now Then curse it then But be it let it liue It shall not neyther You Sir come you hither You that haue beene so tenderly officious With Lady Margerie your Mid-wife there To saue this Bastards life for 't is a Bastard So sure as this Beard 's gray What will you aduenture To saue this Brats life Antig. Any thing my Lord That my abilitie may vndergoe And Noblenesse impose at least thus much I le pawne the little blood which I haue left To saue the Innocent any thing possible Leo. It shall be possible Sweare by this Sword Thou wilt performe my bidding Antig. I will my Lord. Leo. Marke and performe it seest thou for the faile Of any point in 't shall not onely be Death to thy selfe but to thy lewd-tongu'd Wife Whom for this time we pardon We enioyne thee As thou art Liege-man to vs that thou carry This female Bastard hence and that thou beare it To some remote and desart place quite out Of our Dominions and that there thou leaue it Without more mercy to it owne protection And fauour of the Climate as by strange fortune It came to vs I doe in Iustice charge thee On thy Soules perill and thy Bodyes torture That thou commend it strangely to some place Where Chance may nurse or end it take it vp Antig. I sweare to doe this though a present death Had beene more mercifull Come on poore Babe Some powerfull Spirit instruct the Kytes and Rauens To be thy Nurses Wolues and Beares they say Casting their sauagenesse aside haue done Like offices of Pitty Sir be prosperous In more then this deed do's require and Blessing Against this Crueltie fight on thy side Poore Thing condemn'd to losse Exit Leo. No I le not reare Anothers Issue Enter a Seruant Seru. Please ' your Highnesse Posts From those you sent to th' Oracle are come An houre since Cleomines and Dion Being well arriu'd from Delphos are both landed Hasting to th' Court Lord. So please you Sir their speed Hath beene beyond accompt Leo. Twentie three dayes They haue beene absent 't is good speed fore-tells The great Apollo suddenly will haue The truth of this appeare Prepare you Lords Summon a Session that we may arraigne Our most â—sloyall Lady for as she hath Been publikely accus'd so shall she haue A iust and open Triall While she liues My heart will be a burthen to me Leaue me And thinke vpon my bidding Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Cleomines and Dion Cleo. The Clymat's delicate the Ayre most sweet Fertile the Isle the Temple much surpassing The common prayse it beares Dion I shall report For most it caught me the Celestiall Habits Me thinkes I so should terme them and the reuerence Of the graue Wearers O the Sacrifice How ceremonious solemne and vn-earthly It was i' th' Offring Cleo. But of all the burst And the eare-deaffâ—ning Voyce o' th' Oracle Kin to Ioues Thunder so surpriz'd my Sence That I was nothing Dio. It th' euent o' th' Iourney Proue as successefull to the Queene O be 't so As it hath beene to vs rare pleasant speedie The time is worth the vse on 't Cleo. Great Apollo Turne all to th' best these Proclamations So forcing faults vpon Hermione I little like Dio. The violent carriage of it Will cleare or end the Businesse when the Oracle Thus by Apollo's great Diuine seal'd vp Shall the Contents discouer something rare Euen then will rush to knowledge Goe fresh Horses And gracious be the issue Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Leontes Lords Officers Hermione as to her Triall Ladies Cleomines Dion Leo. This Sessions to our great griefe we pronounce Euen pushes ' gainst our heart The partie try'd The Daughter of a King our Wife and one Of vs too much belou'd Let vs be clear'd Of being tyrannous since we so openly Proceed in Iustice which shall haue due course Euen to the Guilt or the Purgation Produce the Prisoner Officer It is his Highnesse pleasure that the Queene Appeare in person here in Court Silence Leo. Reade the Indictment Officer Hermione Queene to the worthy Leontes King of Sicilia thou art here accused and arraigned of High Treason in committing Adultery with Polixenes King of Bohemia and conspiring with Camillo to take away the Life of our Soueraigne Lord the King thy Royall Husband the pretence whereof being by circumstances partly layd open thou Hermione contrary to the Faith and Allegeance of a true Subiect didst counsaile and ayde them for their better safetie to flye away by Night Her Since what I am to say must be but that Which contradicts my Accusation and The testimonie on my part no other But what comes from my selfe it shall scarce boot me To say Not guiltie mine Integritie Being counted Falsehood shall as I expresse it Be so receiu'd But thus if Powres Diuine Behold our humane Actions as they doe I doubt not then but Innocence shall make False Accusation blush and Tyrannie Tremble at Patience You my Lord best know Whom least will seeme to doe so my past life Hath beene as continent as chaste as true As I am now vnhappy which is more Then Historie can patterne though deuis'd And play'd to take Spectators For behold me A Fellow of the Royall Bed which owe A Moitie of the Throne a great Kings Daughter The Mother to a hopefull Prince here standing To prate and talke for Life and Honor fore Who please to come and heare For Life I prize it As I weigh Griefe which I would spare For Honor 'T is a deriuatiue from me to mine And onely that I stand for I appeale To your owne Conscience Sir before Polixenes Came to your Court how I was in your grace How merited to be so Since he came With what encounter so vncurrant I Haue strayn'd t' appeare thus if one iot beyond The bound of Honor or in act or will That way enclining hardned be the hearts Of all that heare me and my
me Isabell Isa Oh fie fie fie Thy sinn's not accidentall but a Trade Mercy to thee would proue it selfe a Bawd 'T is best that thou diest quickly Cla. Oh heare me Isabella Duk. Vouchsafe a word yong sister but one word Isa What is your Will Duk. Might you dispense with your leysure I would by and by haue some speech with you the satisfaction I would require is likewise your owne benefit Isa I haue no superfluous leysure my stay must be stolen out of other affaires but I will attend you a while Duke Son I haue ouer-heard what hath past between you your sister Angelo had neuer the purpose to corrupt her onely he hath made an assay of her vertue to practise his iudgement with the disposition of natures She hauing the truth of honour in her hath made him that gracious deniall which he is most glad to receiue I am Confessor to Angelo and I know this to be true therfore prepare your selfe to death do not satisfie your resolution with hopes that are fallible to morrow you must die goe to your knees and make ready Cla. Let me ask my sister pardon I am so out of loue with life that I will sue to be rid of it Duke Hold you there farewell Prouost a word with you Pro. What 's your will father Duk. That now you are come you wil be gone leaue me a while with the Maid my minde promises with my habit no losse shall touch her by my company Pro. In good time Exit Duk. The hand that hath made you faire hath made you good the goodnes that is cheape in beauty makes beauty briefe in goodnes but grace being the soule of your complexion shall keepe the body of it euer faire the assault that Angelo hath made to you Fortune hath conuaid to my vnderstanding and but that frailty hath examples for his falling I should wonder at Angelo how will you doe to content this Substitute and to saue your Brother Isab I am now going to resolue him I had rather my brother die by the Law then my sonne should be vnlawfullie borne But oh how much is the good Duke deceiu'd in Angelo if euer he returne and I can speake to him I will open my lips in vaine or discouer his gouernment Duke That shall not be much amisse yet as the matter now stands he will auoid your accusation he made triall of you onelie Therefore fasten your eare on my aduisings to the loue I haue in doing good a remedie presents it selfe I doe make my selfe beleeue that you may most vprighteously do a poor wronged Lady a merited benefit redeem your brother from the angry Law doe no staine to your owne gracious person and much please the absent Duke if peraduenture he shall euer returne to haue hearing of this businesse Isab Let me heare you speake farther I haue spirit to do any thing that appeares not fowle in the truth of my spirit Duke Vertue is bold and goodnes neuer fearefull Haue you not heard speake of Mariana the sister of Fredericke the great Souldier who miscarried at Sea Isa I haue heard of the Lady and good words went with her name Duke Shee should this Angelo haue married was affianced to her oath and the nuptiall appointed between which time of the contract and limit of the solemnitie her brother Fredericke was wrackt at Sea hauing in that perished vessell the dowry of his sister but marke how heauily this befell to the poore Gentlewoman there she lost a noble and renowned brother in his loue toward her euer most kinde and naturall with him the portion and sinew of her fortune her marriage dowry with both her combynate-husband this well-seeming Angelo Isab Can this be so did Angelo so leaue her Duke Left her in her teares dried not one of them with his comfort swallowed his vowes whole pretending in her discoueries of dishonor in few bestow'd her on her owne lamentation which she yet weares for his sake and he a marble to her teares is washed with them but relents not Isab What a merit were it in death to take this poore maid from the world what corruption in this life that it will let this man liue But how out of this can shee auaile Duke It is a rupture that you may easily heale and the cure of it not onely saues your brother but keepes you from dishonor in doing it Isab Shew me how good Father Duk. This fore-named Maid hath yet in her the continuance of her first affection his vniust vnkindenesse that in all reason should haue quenched her loue hath like an impediment in the Current made it more violent and vnruly Goe you to Angelo answere his requiring with a plausible obedience agree with his demands to the point onely referre your selfe to this aduantage first that your stay with him may not be long that the time may haue all shadow and silence in it and the place answere to conuenience this being granted in course and now followes all wee shall aduise this wronged maid to steed vp your appointment goe in your place if the encounter acknowledge it selfe heereafter it may compell him to her recompence and heere by this is your brother saued your honor vntainted the poore Mariana aduantaged and the corrupt Deputy scaled The Maid will I frame and make fit for his attempt if you thinke well to carry this as you may the doublenes of the benefit defends the deceit from reproofe What thinke you of it Isab The image of it giues me content already and I trust it will grow to a most prosperous perfection Duk. It lies much in your holding vp haste you speedily to Angelo if for this night he intreat you to his bed giue him promise of satisfaction I will presently to S. Lukes there at the moated-Grange recides this deiected Mariana at that place call vpon me and dispatch with Angelo that it may be quickly Isab I thank you for this comfort fare you well good father Exit Enter Elbow Clowne Officers Elb. Nay if there be no remedy for it but that you will needes buy and sell men and women like beasts we shall haue all the world drinke browne white bastard Duk. Oh heauens what stuffe is heere Clow. T was neuer merry world since of two vsuries the merriest was put downe and the worser allow'd by order of Law a fur'd gowne to keepe him warme and furd with Foxe and Lamb-skins too to signifie that craft being richer then Innocency stands for the facing Elb. Come your way sir blesse you good Father Frier Duk. And you good Brother Father what offence hath this man made you Sir Elb. Marry Sir he hath offended the Law and Sir we take him to be a Theefe too Sir for wee haue found vpon him Sir a strange Pick-lock which we haue sent to the Deputie Duke Fie sirrah a Bawd a wicked bawd The euill that thou causest to be done That is thy meanes to liue Do thou but
Care my coosin tells him in his eare that he is in my heart Clau. And so she doth coosin Beat. Good Lord for alliance thus goes euery one to the world but I and I am sun-burn'd I may sit in a corner and cry heigh ho for a husband Pedro. Lady Beatrice I will get you one Beat. I would rather haue one of your fathers getting hath your Grace ne're a brother like you your father got excellent husbands if a maid could come by them Prince Will you haue me Lady Beat. No my Lord vnlesse I might haue another for working-daies your Grace is too costly to weare euerie day but I beseech your Grace pardon mee I was borne to speake all mirth and no matter Prince Your silence most offends me and to be merry best becomes you for out of question you were born in a merry howre Beatr. No sure my Lord my Mother cried but then there was a starre daunst and vnder that was I borne cosins God giue you ioy Leonato Neece will you looke to those rhings I told you of Beat. I cry you mercy Vncle by your Graces pardon Exit Beatrice Prince By my troth a pleasant spirited Lady Leon. There 's little of the melancholy element in her my Lord she is neuer sad but when she sleepes and not euer sad then for I haue heard my daughter say she hath often dreamt of vnhappinesse and wakt her selfe with laughing Pedro. Shee cannot indure to heare tell of a husband Leonato O by no meanes she mocks all her wooers out of suite Prince She were an excellent wife for Benedick Leonato O Lord my Lord if they were but a weeke married they would talke themselues madde Prince Counte Claudio when meane you to goe to Church Clau. To morrow my Lord Time goes on crutches till Loue haue all his rites Leonata Not till monday my deare sonne which is hence a iust seuen night and a time too briefe too to haue all things answer minde Prince Come you shake the head at so long a breathing but I warrant thee Claudio the time shall not goe dully by vs I will in the interim vndertake one of Hercules labors which is to bring Signior Benedicke and the Lady Beatrice into a mountaine of affection th' one with th' other I would faine haue it a match and I doubt not but to fashion it if you three will but minister such assistance as I shall giue you direction Leonata My Lord I am for you though it cost mee ten nights watchings Claud. And I my Lord. Prin. And you to gentle Hero Hero I will doe any modest office my Lord to helpe my cosin to a good husband Prin. And Benedick is not the vnhopefullest husband that I know thus farre can I praise him hee is of a noble straine of approued valour and confirm'd honesty I will teach you how to humour your cosin that shee shall fall in loue with Benedicke and I with your two helpes will so practise on Benedicke that in despight of his quicke wit and his queasie stomacke hee shall fall in loue with Beatrice if wee can doe this Cupid is no longer an Archer his glory shall be ours for wee are the onely loue-gods goe in with me and I will tell you my drift Exit Enter Iohn and Borachio Ioh. It is so the Count Claudio shal marry the daughter of Leonato Bora. Yea my Lord but I can crosse it Iohn Any barre any crosse any impediment will be medicinable to me I am sicke in displeasure to him and whatsoeuer comes athwart his affection ranges euenly with mine how canst thou crosse this marriage Bor. Not honestly my Lord but so couertly that no dishonesty shall appeare in me Iohn Shew me breefely how Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since how much I am in the fauour of Margaret the waiting gentlewoman to Hero Iohn I remember Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night appoint her to look out at her Ladies chamber window Iohn What life is in that to be the death of this marriage Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper goe you to the Prince your brother spare not to tell him that hee hath wronged his Honor in marrying the renowned Claudio whose estimation do you mightily hold vp to a contaminated stale such a one as Hero Iohn What proofe shall I make of that Bor. Proofe enough to misuse the Prince to vexe Claudio to vndoe Hero and kill Leonato looke you for any other issue Iohn Onely to despight them I will endeauour any thing Bor. Goe then finde me a meete howre to draw on Pedro and the Count Claudio alone tell them that you know that Hero loues me intend a kinde of zeale both to the Prince and Claudio as in a loue of your brothers honor who hath made this match and his friends reputation who is thus like to be cosen'd with the semblance of a maid that you haue discouer'd thus they will scarcely beleeue this without triall offer them instances which shall beare no lesse likelihood than to see mee at her chamber window heare me call Margaret Hero heare Margaret terme me Claudio and bring them to see this the very night before the intended wedding for in the meane time I will so fashion the matter that Hero shall be absent and there shall appeare such seeming truths of Heroes disloyaltie that iealousie shall be cal'd assurance and all the preparation ouerthrowne Iohn Grow this to what aduerse issue it can I will put it in practise be cunning in the working this and thy fee is a thousand ducates Bor. Be thou constant in the accusation and my cunning shall not shame me Iohn I will presentlie goe learne their day of marriage Exit Enter Benedicke alone Bene. Boy Boy Signior Bene. In my chamber window lies a booke bring it hither to me in the orchard Boy I am heere already sir Exit Bene. I know that but I would haue thee hence and heere againe I doe much wonder that one man seeing how much another man is a foole when he dedicates his behauiours to loue will after hee hath laught at such shallow follies in others become the argument of his owne scorne by falling in loue such a man is Claudio I haue known when there was no musicke with him but the drum and the fife and now had hee rather heare the taber and the pipe I haue knowne when he would haue walkt ten mile afoot to see a good armor and now will he lie ten nights awake caruing the fashion of a new dublet he was wont to speake plaine to the purpose like an honest man a souldier and now is he turn'd orthography his words are a very fantasticall banquet iust so many strange dishes may I be so conuerted see with these eyes I cannot tell I thinke not I will not bee sworne but loue may transforme me to an oyster but I le take my oath on it till he haue made
'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
takes 'T is mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned Monarch better then his Crowne His Scepter shewes the force of temporall power The attribute to awe and Maiestie Wherein doth sit the dread and feare of Kings But mercy is aboue this sceptred sway It is enthroned in the hearts of Kings It is an attribute to God himselfe And earthly power doth then shew likest Gods When mercie seasons Iustice Therefore Iew Though Iustice be thy plea consider this That in the course of Iustice none of vs Should see saluation we do pray for mercie And that same prayer doth teach vs all to render The deeds of mercie I haue spoke thus much To mittigate the iustice of thy plea Which if thou follow this strict course of Venice Must needes giue sentence ' gainst the Merchant there Shy My deeds vpon my head I craue the Law The penaltie and forfeite of my bond Por. Is he not able to discharge the money Bas Yes heere I tender it for him in the Court Yea twice the summe if that will not suffice I will be bound to pay it ten times ore On forfeit of my hands my head my heart If this will not suffice it must appeare That malice beares downe truth And I beseech you Wrest once the Law to your authority To do a great right do a little wrong And curbe this cruell diuell of his will Por. It must not be there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established 'T will be recorded for a President And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state It cannot be Iew. A Daniel come to iudgement yea a Daniel O wise young Iudge how do I honour thee Por. I pray you let me looke vpon the bond Iew. Heere 't is most reuerend Doctor heere it is Por. Shylocke there 's thrice thy monie offered thee Shy An oath an oath I haue an oath in heauen Shall I lay periurie vpon my soule No not for Venice Por. Why this bond is forfeit And lawfully by this the Iew may claime A pound of flesh to be by him cut off Neerest the Merchants heart be mercifull Take thrice thy money bid me teare the bond Iew. When it is paid according to the tenure It doth appeare you are a worthy Iudge you know the Law your exposition Hath beene most sound I charge you by the Law Whereof you are a well-deseruing pillar Proceede to iudgement By my soule I sweare There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me I stay heere on my bond An. Most heartily I do beseech the Court To giue the iudgement Por. Why then thus it is you must prepare your bosome for his knife Iew. O noble Iudge O excellent yong man Por. For the intent and purpose of the Law Hath full relation to the penaltie Which heere appeareth due vpon the bond Iew. 'T is verie true O wise and vpright Iudge How much more elder art thou then thy lookes Por. Therefore lay bare your bosome Iew. I his brest So sayes the bond doth it not noble Iudge Neerest his heart those are the very words Por. It is so Are there ballance heere to weigh the flesh Iew. I haue them ready Por. Haue by some Surgeon Shylock on your charge To stop his wounds least he should bleede to death Iew. It is not nominated in the bond Por. It is not so exprest but what of that 'T were good you do so much for charitie Iew. I cannot finde it 't is not in the bond Por. Come Merchant haue you any thing to say Ant. But little I am arm'd and well prepar'd Giue me your hand Bassanio fare you well Greeue not that I am falne to this for you For heerein fortune shewes her selfe more kinde Then is her custome It is still her vse To let the wretched man out-liue his wealth To view with hollow eye and wrinkled brow An age of pouerty From which lingring penance Of such miserie doth she cut me off Commend me to your honourable Wife Tell her the processe of Anthonio's end Say how I lou'd you speake me faire in death And when the tale is told bid her be iudge Whether Bassanio had not once a Loue Repent not you that you shall loose your friend And he repents not that he payes your debt For if the Iew do cut but deepe enough I le pay it instantly with all my heart Bas Anthonio I am married to a wife Which is as deere to me as life it selfe But life it selfe my wife and all the world Are not with me esteem'd aboue thy life I would loose all I sacrifice them all Heere to this deuill to deliuer you Por. Your wife would giue you little thanks for that If she were by to heare you make the offer Gra. I haue a wife whom I protest I loue I would she were in heauen so she could Intreat some power to change this currish Iew. Ner. 'T is well you offer it behinde her backe The wish would make else an vnquiet house Iew. These be the Christian husbands I haue a daughter Would any of the stocke of Barrabas Had beene her husband rather then a Christian We trifle time I pray thee pursue sentence Por. A pound of that same marchants flesh is thine The Court awards it and the law doth giue it Iew. Most rightfull Iudge Por. And you must cut this flesh from off his breast The Law allowes it and the Court awards it Iew. Most learned Iudge a sentence come prepare Por. Tarry a little there is something else This bond doth giue thee heere no iot of bloud The words expresly are a pound of flesh Then take thy bond take thou thy pound of flesh But in the cutting it if thou dost shed One drop of Christian bloud thy lands and goods Are by the Lawes of Venice confiscate Vnto the state of Venice Gra. O vpright Iudge Marke Iew ô learned Iudge Shy Is that the law Por. Thy selfe shalt see the Act For as thou vrgest iustice be assur'd Thou shalt haue iustice more then thou desirest Gra. O learned Iudge mark Iew a learned Iudge Iew. I take this offer then pay the bond thrice And let the Christian goe Bass Heere is the money Por. Soft the Iew shall haue all iustice soft no haste He shall haue nothing but the penalty Gra. O Iew an vpright Iudge a learned Iudge Por. Therefore prepare thee to cut off the flesh Shed thou no bloud nor cut thou lesse nor more But iust a pound of flesh if thou tak'st more Or lesse then a iust pound be it so much As makes it light or heauy in the substance Or the deuision of the twentieth part Of one poore scruple nay if the scale doe turne But in the estimation of a hayre Thou diest and all thy goods are confiscate Gra A second Daniel a Daniel Iew Now infidell I haue thee on the hip Por. Why doth the Iew pause take thy forfeiture Shy Giue me my principall and
house thither they send one another I le question her God saue you pilgrim whether are bound Hel. To S. Iaques la grand Where do the Palmers lodge I do beseech you Wid. At the S. Francis heere beside the Port. Hel. Is this the way A march afarre Wid. I marrie i st Harke you they come this way If you will tarrie holy Pilgrime But till the troopes come by I will conduct you where you shall be lodg'd The rather for I thinke I know your hostesse As ample as my selfe Hel. Is it your selfe Wid. If you shall please so Pilgrime Hel. I thanke you and will stay vpon your leisure Wid. you came I thinke from France Hel. I did so Wid. Heere you shall see a Countriman of yours That has done worthy seruice Hel. His name I pray you Dia. The Count Rossillion know you such a one Hel. But by the eare that heares most nobly of him His face I know not Dia. What somere he is He 's brauely taken heere He stole from France As 't is reported for the King had married him Against his liking Thinke you it is so Hel. I surely meere the truth I know his Lady Dia. There is a Gentleman that serues the Count Reports but coursely of her Hel. What 's his name Dia. Monsieur Parrolles Hel. Oh I beleeue with him In argument of praise or to the worth Of the great Count himselfe she is too meane To haue her name repeated all her deseruing Is a reserued honestie and that I haue not heard examin'd Dian. Alas poore Ladie 'T is a hard bondage to become the wife Of a detesting Lord. Wid. I write good creature wheresoere she is Her hart waighes sadly this yong maid might do her A shrewd turne if she pleas'd Hel. How do you meane May be the amorous Count solicites her In the vnlawfull purpose Wid. He does indeede And brokes with all that can in such a suite Corrupt the tender honour of a Maide But she is arm'd for him and keepes her guard In honestest defence Drumme and Colours Enter Count Rossillion Parrolles and the whole Armie Mar. The goddes forbid else Wid. So now they come That is Anthonio the Dukes eldest sonne That Escalus Hel. Which is the Frenchman Dia. Hee That with the plume 't is a most gallant fellow I would he lou'd his wife if he were honester He were much goodlier Is' t not a handsom Gentleman Hel. I like him well Di. 'T is pitty he is not honest yond 's that same knaue That leades him to these places were I his Ladie I would poison that vile Rascall Hel. Which is he Dia. That Iacke an-apes with scarfes Why is hee melancholly Hel. Perchance heâ—s hurt i' th battaile Par. Loose our drum Well Mar. He 's shrewdly vext at something Looke he has spyed vs. Wid. Marrie hang you Mar. And your curtesie for a ring-carrier Exit Wid. The troope is past Come pilgrim I wil bring you Where you shall host Of inioyn'd penitents There 's foure or fiue to great S. Iaques bound Alreadie at my house Hel. I humbly thanke you Please it this Matron and this gentle Maide To eate with vs to night the charge and thanking Shall be for me and to requite you further I will bestow some precepts of this Virgin Worthy the note Both. Wee 'l take your offer kindly Exeunt Enter Count Rossillion and the Frenchmen as at first Cap. E. Nay good my Lord put him too 't let him haue his way Cap. G. If your Lordshippe finde him not a Hilding hold me no more in your respect Cap. E. On my life my Lord a bubble Ber. Do you thinke I am so farre Deceiued in him Cap. E. Beleeue it my Lord in mine owne direct knowledge without any malice but to speake of him as my kinsman hee 's a most notable Coward an infinite and endlesse Lyar an hourely promise-breaker the owner of no one good qualitie worthy your Lordships entertainment Cap. G. It were fit you knew him least reposing too farre in his vertue which he hath not he might at some great and trustie businesse in a maine daunger fayle you Ber. I would I knew in what particular action to try him Cap. G. None better then to let him fetch off his drumme which you heare him so confidently vndertake to do C.E. I with a troop of Florentines wil sodainly surprize him such I will haue whom I am sure he knowes not from the enemie wee will binde and hoodwinke him so that he shall suppose no other but that he is carried into the Leager of the aduersaries when we bring him to our owne tents be but your Lordship present at his examination if he do not for the promise of his life and in the highest compulsion of base feare offer to betray you and deliuer all the intelligence in his power against you and that with the diuine forfeite of his soule vpon oath neuer trust my iudgement in anie thing Cap. G. O for the loue of laughter let him fetch his drumme he sayes he has a stratagem for 't when your Lordship sees the bottome of this successe in 't and to what mettle this counterfeyt lump of ours will be melted if you giue him not Iohn drummes entertainement your inclining cannot be remoued Heere he comes Enter Parrolles Cap. E. O for the loue of laughter hinder not the honor of his designe let him fetch off his drumme in any hand Ber. How now Monsieur This drumme sticks sorely in your disposition Cap. G. A pox on 't let it go 't is but a drumme Par. But a drumme Ist but a drumme A drum so lost There was excellent command to charge in with our horse vpon our owne wings and to rend our owne souldiers Cap. G. That was not to be blam'd in the command of the seruice it was a disaster of warre that Caesar him selfe could not haue preuented if he had beene there to command Ber. Well wee cannot greatly condemne our successe some dishonor wee had in the losse of that drum but it is not to be recouered Par. It might haue beene recouered Ber. It might but it is not now Par. It is to be recouered but that the merit of seruice is sildome attributed to the true and exact performer I would haue that drumme or another or hic iacet Ber. Why if you haue a stomacke too 't Monsieur if you thinke your mysterie in stratagem can bring this instrument of honour againe into his natiue quarter be magnanimious in the enterprize and go on I wil grace the attempt for a worthy exploit if you speede well in it the Duke shall both speake of it and extend to you what further becomes his greatnesse euen to the vtmost syllable of your worthinesse Par. By the hand of a souldier I will vndertake it Ber. But you must not now slumber in it Par. I le about it this euening and I will presently pen downe my dilemma's encourage my selfe in my certaintie put my selfe
do Par. Or to drowne my cloathes and say I was stript Lo. E. Hardly serue Par. Though I swore I leapt from the window of the Citadell Lo. E. How deepe Par. Thirty fadome Lo. E. Three great oathes would scarse make that be beleeued Par. I would I had any drumme of the enemies I would sweare I recouer'd it Lo. E. You shall heare one anon Par. A drumme now of the enemies Alarum within Lo E. Throca movousus cargo cargo cargo All. Cargo cargo cargo villianda par corbo cargo Par. O ransome ransome Do not hide mine eyes Inter. Boskos thromuldo boskos Par. I know you are the Muâ—kos Regiment And I shall loose my life for want of language If there be heere German or Dane Low Dutch Italian or French let him speake to me I le discouer that which shal vndo the Florentine Int. Boskos vauvado I vnderstand thee can speake thy tongue Kerelybonto sir betake thee to thy faith for seuenteene ponyards are at thy bosome Par. Oh. Inter. Oh pray pray pray Manka reâ—ania dulche Lo. E. Oscorbidulchos voliuorcâ— Int. The Generall is content to spare thee yet And hoodwinkt as thou art will leade thee on To gather from thee Haply thou mayst informe Something to saue thy life Par. O let me liue And all the secrets of our campe I le shew Their force their purposes Nay I le speake that Which you will wonder at Inter. But wilt thou faithfully Par. If I do not damne me Inter. Acordo linta Come on thou are granted space Exit A short Alarum within L.E. Go tell the Count Rossillion and my brother We haue caught the woodcocke and will keepe him mufled Till we do heare from them Sol. Captaine I will L.E. A will betray vs all vnto our selues Informe on that Sol. So I will sir L.E. Till then I le keepe him darke and safely lockt Exit Enter Bertram and the Maide called Diana Ber. They told me that your name was Fontybell Dia. No my good Lord Diana Ber. Titled Goddesse And worth it with addition but faire soule In your fine frame hath loue no qualitie If the quicke fire of youth light not your minde You are no Maiden but a monument When you are dead you should be such a one As you are now for you are cold and sterne And now you should be as your mother was When your sweet selfâ— was got Dia. She then was honest Ber. So should you be Dia. No My mother did but dutie such my Lord As you owe to your wife Ber. No more a' that I prethee do not striue against my vowes I was compell'd to her but I loue thee By loues owne sweet constraint and will for euer Do thee all rights of seruice Dia. I so you serue vs Till we serue you But when you haue our Roses You barely leaue our thornes to pricke our selues And mocke vs with our barenesse Ber. How haue I sworne Dia. T is not the many oathes that makes the truth But the plaine single vow that is vow'd true What is not holie that we sweare not by But take the high'st to witnesse then pray you tell me If I should sweare by Ioues great attributes I lou'd you deerely would you beleeue my oathes When I did loue you ill This ha's no holding To sweare by him whom I protest to loue That I will worke against him Therefore your oathes Are words and poore conditions but vnseal'd At lest in my opinion Ber. Change it change it Be not so holy cruell Loue is holie And my integritie ne're knew the crafts That you do charge men with Stand no more off But giue thy selfe vnto my sicke desires Who then recouers Say thou art mine and euer My loue as it beginnes shall so perseuer Dia. I see that men make rope's in such a scarre That wee 'l forsake our selues Giue me that Ring Ber. I le lend it thee my deere but haue no power To giue it from me Dia. Will you not my Lord Ber. It is an honour longing to our house Bequeathed downe from manie Ancestors Which were the greatest obloquie i' th world In me to loose Dian. Mine Honors such a Ring My chastities the Iewell of our house Bequeathed downe from many Ancestors Which were the greatest obloquie i' th world In mee to loose Thus your owne proper wisedome Brings in the Champion honor on my part Against your vaine assault Ber. Heere take my Ring My house mine honor yea my life be thine And I le be bid by thee Dia When midnight comes knocke at my chamber window I le order take my mother shall not heare Now will I charge you in the band of truth When you haue conquer'd my yet maiden-bed Remaine there but an houre nor speake to mee My reasons are most strong and you shall know them When backe againe this Ring shall be deliuer'd And on your finger in the night I le put Another Ring that what in time proceeds May token to the future our past deeds Adieu till then then faile not you haue wonne A wife of me though there my hope be done Ber. A heauen on earth I haue won by wooing thee Di. For which liue long to thank both heauen me You may so in the end My mother told me iust how he would woo As if she sate in 's heart She sayes all men Haue the like oathes He had sworne to marrie me When his wife 's dead therfore I le lye with him When I am buried Since Frenchmen are so braide Marry that will I liue and die a Maid Onely in this disguise I think 't no sinne To cosen him that would vniustly winne Exit Enter the two French Captaines and some two or three Souldiours Cap. G. You haue not giuen him his mothers letter Cap E. I haue deliu'red it an houre since there is som thing in 't that stings his nature for on the reading it he chang'd almost into another man Cap. G. He has much worthy blame laid vpon him for shaking off so good a wife and so sweet a Lady Cap. E. Especially hee hath incurred the euerlasting displeasure of the King who had euen tun'd his bounty to sing happinesse to him I will tell you a thing but you shall let it dwell darkly with you Cap. G. When you haue spoken it 't is dead and I am the graue of it Cap. E. Hee hath peruerted a young Gentlewoman heere in Florence of a most chaste renown this night he fleshes his will in the spoyle of her honour hee hath giuen her his monumentall Ring and thinkes himselfe made in the vnchaste composition Cap. G. Now God delay our rebellion as we are our selues what things are we Cap. E. Meerely our owne traitours And as in the common course of all treasons we still see them reueale themselues till they attaine to their abhorr'd ends so he that in this action contriues against his owne Nobility in his proper streame ore-flowes himselfe Cap.
cap then to wait at my heeles I was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now but I will sette you neyther in Gold nor Siluer but in vilde apparell and send you backe againe to your Master for a Iewell The Iuuenall the Prince your Master whose Chin is not yet fledg'd I will sooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of my hand then he shall get one on his cheeke yet he will not sticke to say his Face is a Face-Royall Heauen may finish it when he will it is not a haire amisse yet he may keepe it still at a Face-Royall for a Barber shall neuer earne six pence out of it and yet he will be crowing as if he had writ man euer since his Father was a Batchellour He may keepe his owne Grace but he is almost out of mine I can assure him What said M. Dombledon about the Satten for my short Cloake and Slops Pag. He said sir you should procure him better Assurance then Bardolfe he wold not take his Bond yours he lik'd not the Security Fal. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton may his Tongue be hotter a horson Achitophel a Rascally-yea-forsooth-knaue to beare a Gentleman in hand and then stand vpon Security The horson smooth-pates doe now weare nothing but high shoes and bunches of Keyes at their girdles and if a man is through with them in honest Taking-vp then they must stand vpon Securitie I had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth as offer to stoppe it with Security I look'd hee should haue sent me two and twenty yards of Satten as I am true Knight and he sends me Security Well he may sleep in Security for he hath the horne of Abundance and the lightnesse of his Wife shines through it and yet cannot he see though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him Where 's Bardolfe Pag. He 's gone into Smithfield to buy your worship a horse Fal. I bought him in Paules and hee 'l buy mee a horse in Smithfield If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes I were Mann'd Hors'd and Wiu'd Enter Chiefe Iustice and Seruant Pag. Sir heere comes the Nobleman that committed the Prince for striking him about Bardolfe Fal. Wait close I will not see him Ch. Iust What 's he that goes there Ser. Falstaffe and 't please your Lordship Iust He that was in question for the Robbery Ser. He my Lord but he hath since done good seruice at Shrewsbury and as I heare is now going with some Charge to the Lord Iohn of Lancaster Iust. What to Yorke Call him backe againe Ser. Sir Iohn Falstaffe Fal. Boy tell him I am deafe Pag. You must speake lowder my Master is deafe Iust I am sure he is to the hearing of any thing good Go plucke him by the Elbow I must speake with him Ser. Sir Iohn Fal. What a yong knaue and beg Is there not wars Is there not imployment Doth not the K. lack subiects Do not the Rebels want Soldiers Though it be a shame to be on any side but one it is worse shame to begge then to be on the worst side were it worse then the name of Rebellion can tell how to make it Ser. You mistake me Sir Fal. Why sir Did I say you were an honest man Setting my Knight-hood and my Souldiership aside I had lyed in my throat if I had said so Ser. I pray you Sir then set your Knighthood and your Souldier-ship aside and giue mee leaue to tell you you lye in your throat if you say I am any other then an honest man Fal. I giue thee leaue to tell me so I lay a-side that which growes to me If thou get'st any leaue of me hang me if thou tak'st leaue thou wer't better be hang'd you Hunt-counter hence Auant Ser. Sir my Lord would speake with you Iust Sir Iohn Falstaffe a word with you Fal. My good Lord giue your Lordship good time of the day I am glad to see your Lordship abroad I heard say your Lordship was sicke I hope your Lordship goes abroad by aduise Your Lordship though not clean past your youth hath yet some smack of age in you some rellish of the saltnesse of Time and I most humbly beseech your Lordship to haue a reuerend care of your health Iust Sir Iohn I sent you before your Expedition to Shrewsburie Fal. If it please your Lordship I heare his Maiestie is return'd with some discomfort from Wales Iust I talke not of his Maiesty you would not come when I sent for you Fal. And I heare moreouer his Highnesse is falne into this same whorson Apoplexie Iust Well heauen mend him I pray let me speak with you Fal. This Apoplexie is as I take it a kind of Lethargie a sleeping of the blood a horson Tingling Iust What tell you me of it be it as it is Fal. It hath it originall from much greefe from study and perturbation of the braine I haue read the cause of his effects in Galen It is a kinde of deafenesse Iust I thinke you are falne into the disease For you heare not what I say to you Fal. Very well my Lord very well rather an 't please you it is the disease of not Listning the malady of not Marking that I am troubled withall Iust To punish you by the heeles would amend the attention of your eares I care not if I be your Physitian Fal. I am as poore as Iob my Lord but not so Patient your Lordship may minister the Potion of imprisonment to me in respect of Pouertie but how I should bee your Patient to follow your prescriptions the wise may make some dram of a scruple or indeede a scruple it selfe Iust I sent for you when there were matters against you for your life to come speake with me Fal. As I was then aduised by my learned Councel in the lawes of this Land-seruice I did not come Iust Wel the truth is sir Iohn you liue in great infamy Fal. He that buckles him in my belt cānot liue in lesse Iust Your Meanes is very slender and your wast great Fal. I would it were otherwise I would my Meanes were greater and my waste slenderer Iust You haue misled the youthfull Prince Fal. The yong Prince hath misled mee I am the Fellow with the great belly and he my Dogge Iust Well I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound your daies seruice at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded ouer your Nights exploit on Gads-hill You may thanke the vnquiet time for your quiet o're-posting that Action Fal. My Lord Iust But since all is wel keep it so wake not a sleeping Wolfe Fal. To wake a Wolfe is as bad as to smell a Fox Iu. What you are as a candle the better part burnt out Fal. A Wassell-Candle my Lord all Tallow if I did say of wax my growth would approue the truth Iust There is not a white haire on your face but shold haue his effect of grauity Fal. His effect of
Title to the Crowne of France Hugh Capet also who vsurpt the Crowne Of Charles the Duke of Loraine sole Heire male Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great To find his Title with some shewes of truth Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuey'd himselfe as th' Heire to th' Lady Lingare Daughter to Charlemaine who was the Sonne To Lewes the Emperour and Lewes the Sonne Of Charles the Great also King Lewes the Tenth Who was sole Heire to the Vsurper Capet Could not keepe quiet in his conscience Wearing the Crowne of France 'till satisfied That faire Queene Isabel his Grandmother Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Loraine By the which Marriage the Lyne of Charles the Great Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France So that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne King Pepins Title and Hugh Capets Clayme King Lewes his satisfaction all appeare To hold in Right and Title of the Female So doe the Kings of France vnto this day Howbeit they would hold vp this Salique Law To barre your Highnesse clayming from the Female And rather chuse to hide them in a Net Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles Vsurpt from you and your Progenitors King May I with right and conscience make this claim Bish Cant. The sinne vpon my head dread Soueraigne For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ When the man dyes let the Inheritance Descend vnto the Daughter Gracious Lord Stand for your owne vnwind your bloody Flagge Looke back into your mightie Ancestors Goe my dread Lord to your great Grandsires Tombe From whom you clayme inuoke his Warlike Spirit And your Great Vnckles Edward the Black Prince Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedie Making defeat on the full Power of France Whiles his most mightie Father on a Hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons Whelpe Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full pride of France And let another halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action Bish Awake remembrance of these valiant dead And with your puissant Arme renew their Feats You are their Heire you sit vpon their Throne The Blood and Courage that renowned them Runs in your Veines and my thrice-puissant Liege Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprises Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth Doe all expect that you should rowse your selfe As did the former Lyons of your Blood West They know your Grace hath cause and means and might So hath your Highnesse neuer King of England Had Nobles richer and more loyall Subiects Whose hearts haue left their bodyes here in England And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France Bish Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege With Bloods and Sword and Fire to win your Right In ayde whereof we of the Spiritualtie Will rayse your Highnesse such a mightie Summe As neuer did the Clergie at one time Bring in to any of your Ancestors King We must not onely arme t' inuade the French But lay downe our proportions to defend Against the Scot who will make roade vpon vs With all aduantages Bish Can. They of those Marches gracious Soueraign Shall be a Wall sufficient to defend Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers King We do not meane the coursing snatchers onely But feare the maine intendment of the Scot Who hath been still a giddy neighbour to vs For you shall reade that my great Grandfather Neuer went with his forces into France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach With ample and brim fulnesse of his force Galling the gleaned Land with hot Assayes Girding with grieuous siege Castles and Townes That England being emptie of defence Hath shooke and trembled at th' ill neighbourhood B. Can. She hath bin thē more fear'd thē harm'd my Liege For heare her but exampl'd by her selfe When all her Cheualrie hath been in France And shee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles Shee hath her selfe not onely well defended But taken and impounded as a Stray The King of Scots whom shee did send to France To fill King Edwards fame with prisoner Kings And make their Chronicle as rich with prayse As is the Owse and bottome of the Sea With sunken Wrack and sum-lesse Treasuries Bish Ely But there 's a saying very old and true If that you will France win then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in prey To her vnguarded Nest the Weazell Scot Comes sneaking and so sucks her Princely Egges Playing the Mouse in absence of the Cat To tame and hauocke more then she can eate Exet. It followes then the Cat must stay at home Yet that is but a crush'd necessity Since we haue lockes to safegard necessaries And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad Th' aduised head defends it selfe at home For Gouernment though high and low and lower Put into parts doth keepe in one consent Congreeing in a full and natural close Like Musicke Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide The state of man in diuers functions Setting endeuour in continual motion To which is fixed as an ayme or butt Obedience for so worke the Hony Bees Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach The Act of Order to a peopled Kingdome They haue a King and Officers of sorts Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Merchants venter Trade abroad Others like Souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the Summer Veluet buddes Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the Tent-royal of their Emperor Who busied in his Maiesties surueyes The singing Masons building roofes of Gold The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony The poore Mechanicke Porters crowding in Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate The sad-ey'd Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering ore to Executors pale The lazie yawning Drone I this inferre That many things hauing full reference To one consent may worke contrariously As many Arrowes loosed seuerall wayes Come to one marke as many wayes meet in one towne As many fresh streames meet in one salt sea As many Lynes close in the Dials center So may a thousand actions once a foote And in one purpose and be all well borne Without defeat Therefore to France my Liege Diuide your happy England into foure Whereof take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all Gallia shake If we with thrice such powers left at home Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge Let vs be worried and our Nation lose The name of hardinesse and policie King Call in the Messengers sent from the Dolphin Now are we well resolu'd and by Gods helpe And yours the noble sinewes of our power France being ours wee 'l bend it to our Awe Or breake it all to peeces Or there wee 'l sit Ruling in
engyrt with miserie For what 's more miserable then Discontent Ah Vnckle Humfrey in thy face I see The Map of Honor Truth and Loyaltie And yet good Humfrey is the houre to come That ere I prou'd thee false or fear'd thy faith What lowring Starre now enuies thy estate That these great Lords and Margaret our Queene Doe seeke subuersion of thy harmelesse Life Thou neuer didst them wrong nor no man wrong And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe And binds the Wretch and beats it when it strayes Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-house Euen so remorselesse haue they borne him hence And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe Looking the way her harmelesse young one went And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings losse Euen so my selfe bewayles good Glosters case With sad vnhelpefull teares and with dimn'd eyes Looke after him and cannot doe him good So mightie are his vowed Enemies His fortunes I will weepe and 'twixt each groane Say who 's a Traytor Gloster he is none Exit Queene Free Lords Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames Henry my Lord is cold in great Affaires Too full of foolish pittie and Glosters shew Beguiles him as the mournefull Crocodile With sorrow snares relenting passengers Or as the Snake roll'd in a flowring Banke With shining checker'd slough doth sting a Child That for the beautie thinkes it excellent Beleeue me Lords were none more wise then I And yet herein I iudge mine owne Wit good This Gloster should be quickly rid the World To rid vs from the feare we haue of him Card. That he should dye is worthie pollicie But yet we want a Colour for his death 'T is meet he be condemn'd by course of Law Suff. But in my minde that were no pollicie The King will labour still to saue his Life The Commons haply rise to saue his Life And yet we haue but triuiall argument More then mistrust that shewes him worthy death Yorke So that by this you would not haue him dye Suff. Ah Yorke no man aliue so faine as I. Yorke 'T is Yorke that hath more reason for his death But my Lord Cardinall and you my Lord of Suffolke Say as you thinke and speake it from your Soules Wer 't not all one an emptie Eagle were set To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Protector Queene So the poore Chicken should be sure of death Suff. Madame 't is true and wer 't not madnesse then To make the Fox surueyor of the Fold Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer His guilt should be but idly posted ouer Because his purpose is not executed No let him dye in that he is a Fox By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock Before his Chaps be stayn'd with Crimson blood As Humfrey prou'd by Reasons to my Liege And doe not stand on Quillets how to slay him Be it by Gynnes by Snares by Subtletie Sleeping or Waking 't is no matter how So he be dead for that is good deceit Which mates him first that first intends deceit Queene Thrice Noble Suffolke 't is resolutely spoke Suff. Not resolute except so much were done For things are often spoke and seldome meant But that my heart accordeth with my tongue Seeing the deed is meritorious And to preserue my Soueraigne from his Foe Say but the word and I will be his Priest Card. But I would haue him dead my Lord of Suffolke Ere you can take due Orders for a Priest Say you consent and censure well the deed And I le prouide his Executioner I tender so the safetie of my Liege Suff. Here is my Hand the deed is worthy doing Queene And so say I. Yorke And I and now we three haue spoke it It skills not greatly who impugnes our doome Enter a Poste Post Great Lords from Ireland am I come amaine To signifie that Rebels there are vp And put the Englishmen vnto the Sword Send Succours Lords and stop the Rage betime Before the Wound doe grow vncurable For being greene there is great hope of helpe Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient stoppe What counsaile giue you in this weightie cause Yorke That Somerset be sent as Regent thither 'T is meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd Witnesse the fortune he hath had in France Som. If Yorke with all his farre-fet pollicie Had beene the Regent there in stead of me He neuer would haue stay'd in France so long Yorke No not to lose it all as thou hast done I rather would haue lost my Life betimes Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home By staying there so long till all were lost Shew me one skarre character'd on thy Skinne Mens flesh preseru'd so whole doe seldome winne Qu. Nay then this sparke will proue a raging fire If Wind and Fuell be brought to feed it with No more good Yorke sweet Somerset be still Thy fortune Yorke hadst thou beene Regent there Might happily haue prou'd farre worse then his Yorke What worse then naught nay then a shame take all Somerset And in the number thee that wishest shame Card. My Lord of Yorke trie what your fortune is Th' vnciuill Kernes of Ireland are in Armes And temper Clay with blood of Englishmen To Ireland will you leade a Band of men Collected choycely from each Countie some And trie your hap against the Irishmen Yorke I will my Lord so please his Maiestie Suff. Why our Authoritie is his consent And what we doe establish he confirmes Then Noble Yorke take thou this Taske in hand Yorke I am content Prouide me Souldiers Lords Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires Suff. A charge Lord Yorke that I will see perform'd But now returne we to the false Duke Humfrey Card. No more of him for I will deale with him That henceforth he shall trouble vs no more And so breake off the day is almost spent Lord Suffolke you and I must talke of that euent Yorke My Lord of Suffolke within foureteene dayes At Bristow I expect my Souldiers For there I le shippe them all for Ireland Suff. I le see it truly done my Lord of Yorke Exeunt Mauet Yorke Yorke Now Yorke or neuer steele thy fearfull thoughts And change misdoubt to resolution Be that thou hop'st to be or what thou art Resigne to death it is not worth th' enioying Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man And finde no harbor in a Royall heart Faster thē Spring-time showres comes thoght on thoght And not a thought but thinkes on Dignitie My Brayne more busie then the laboring Spider Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies Well Nobles well 't is politikely done To send me packing with an Hoast of men I feare me you but warme the starued Snake Who cherisht in your breasts will sting your hearts 'T was men I lackt and you will giue them me I take it kindly yet be well assur'd You put sharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands Whiles I in Ireland nourish a mightie Band
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
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
was but a Foole That brought my answer back Brutus hath riu'd my hart A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities But Brutus makes mine greater then they are Bru. I do not till you practice them on me Cassi You loue me not Bru. I do not like your faults Cassi A friendly eye could neuer see such faults Bru. A Flatterers would not though they do appeare As huge as high Olympus Cassi Come Antony and yong Octauius come Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius For Cassius is a-weary of the World Hated by one he loues brau'd by his Brother Check'd like a bondman all his faults obseru'd Set in a Note-booke learn'd and con'd by roate To cast into my Teeth O I could weepe My Spirit from mine eyes There is my Dagger And heere my naked Breast Within a Heart Deerer then Pluto's Mine Richer then Gold If that thou bee'st a Roman take it foorth I that deny'd thee Gold will giue my Heart Strike as thou did'st at Caesar For I know When thou did'st hate him worst y u loued'st him better Then euer thou loued'st Cassius Bru. Sheath your Dagger Be angry when you will it shall haue scope Do what you will Dishonor shall be Humour O Cassius you are yoaked with a Lambe That carries Anger as the Flint beares fire Who much inforced shewes a hastie Sparke And straite is cold agen Cassi Hath Cassius liu'd To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus When greefe and blood ill temper'd vexeth him Bru. When I spoke that I was ill temper'd too Cassi Do you confesse so much Giue me your hand Bru. And my heart too Cassi O Brutus Bru. What 's the matter Cassi Haue not you loue enough to beare with me When that rash humour which my Mother gaue me Makes me forgetfull Bru. Yes Cassius and from henceforth When you are ouer-earnest with your Brutus Hee 'l thinke your Mother chides and leaue you so Enter a Poet. Poet. Let me go in to see the Generals There is some grudge betweene 'em 't is not meete They be alone Lucil. You shall not come to them Poet. Nothing but death shall stay me Cas How now What 's the matter Poet. For shame you Generals what do you meane Loue and be Friends as two such men should bee For I haue seene more yeeres I 'me sure then yee Cas Ha ha how vildely doth this Cynicke rime Bru. Get you hence sirra Sawcy Fellow hence Cas Beare with him Brutus 't is his fashion Brut. I le know his humor when he knowes his time What should the Warres do with these ligging Fooles Companion hence Cas Away away be gone Exit Poet Bru. Lucillius and Titinius bid the Commanders Prepare to lodge their Companies to night Cas And come your selues bring Messala with you Immediately to vs. Bru. Lucius a bowle of Wine Cas I did not thinke you could haue bin so angry Bru. O Cassius I am sicke of many greefes Cas Of your Philosophy you make no vse If you giue place to accidentall euils Bru. No man beares sorrow better Portia is dead Cas Ha Portia Bru. She is dead Cas How scap'd I killing when I croft you so O insupportable and touching losse Vpon what sicknesse Bru. Impatient of my absence And greefe that yong Octauius with Mark Antony Haue made themselues so strong For with her death That tydings came With this she fell distract And her Attendants absent swallow'd fire Cas And dy'd so Bru. Euen so Cas O ye immortall Gods Enter Boy with Wine and Tapers Bru. Speak no more of her Giue me a bowl of wine In this I bury all vnkindnesse Cassius Drinkes Cas My heart is thirsty for that Noble pledge Fill Lucius till the Wine ore-swell the Cup I cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue Enter Titinius and Messala Brutus Come in Titinius Welcome good Messala Now sit we close about this Taper heere And call in question our necessities Cass Portia art thou gone Bru. No more I pray you Messala I haue heere receiued Letters That yong Octauius and Mark Antony Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power Bending their Expedition toward Philippi Mess My selfe haue Letters of the selfe-same Tenure Bru. With what Addition Mess That by proscription and billes of Outlarie Octauius Antony and Lepidus Haue put to death an hundred Senators Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree Mine speake of seuenty Senators that dy'de By their proscriptions Cicero being one Cassi Cicero one Messa Cicero is dead and by that order of proscription Had you your Letters from your wife my Lord Bru. No Messala Messa Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her Bru. Nothing Messala Messa That me thinkes is strange Bru. Why aske you Heare you ought of her in yours Messa No my Lord. Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true Messa Then like a Roman beare the truth I tell For certaine she is dead and by strange manner Bru. Why farewell Portia We must die Messala With meditating that she must dye once I haue the patience to endure it now Messa Euen so great men great losses shold indure Cassi I haue as much of this in Art as you But yet my Nature could not beare it so Bru. Well to our worke aliue What do you thinke Of marching to Philippi presently Cassi I do not thinke it good Bru. Your reason Cassi This it is 'T is better that the Enemie seeke vs So shall he waste his meanes weary his Souldiers Doing himselfe offence whil'st we lying still Are full of rest defence and nimblenesse Bru. Good reasons must of force giue place to better The people 'twixt Philippi and this ground Do stand but in a forc'd affection For they haue grug'd vs Contribution The Enemy marching along by them By them shall make a fuller number vp Come on refresht new added and encourag'd From which aduantage shall we cut him off If at Philippi we do face him there These people at our backe Cassi Heare me good Brother Bru. Vnder your pardon You must note beside That we haue tride the vtmost of our Friends Oâ— Legions are brim full our cause is ripe The Enemy encreaseth euery day We at the height are readie to decline There is a Tide in the affayres of men Which taken at the Flood leades on to Fortune Omitted all the voyage of their life Is bound in Shallowes and in Miseries On such a full Sea are we now a-float And we must take the current when it serues Or loose our Ventures Cassi Then with your will go on wee 'l along Our selues and meet them at Philippi Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke And Nature must obey Necessitie Which we will niggard with a little rest There is no more to say Cassi No more good night Early to morrow will we rise and hence Enter Lucius Bru. Lucius my Gowne farewell good Messala Good night Titinius Noble Noble Cassius Good night and good repose Cassi O my deere Brother This was an ill
with attendants meeting a bleeding Captaine King What bloody man is that he can report As seemeth by his plight of the Reuolt The newest state Mal. This is the Serieant Who like a good and hardie Souldier fought ' Gainst my Captiuitie Haile braue friend Say to the King the knowledge of the Broyle As thou didst leaue it Cap. Doubtfull it stood As two spent Swimmers that doe cling together And choake their Art The mercilesse Macdonwald Worthie to be a Rebell for to that The multiplying Villanies of Nature Doe swarme vpon him from the Westerne Isles Of Kernes and Gallowgrosses is supply'd And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling Shew'd like a Rebells Whore but all 's too weake For braue Macbeth well hee deserues that Name Disdayning Fortune with his brandisht Steele Which smoak'd with bloody execution Like Valours Minion caru'd out his passage Till hee fac'd the Slaue Which neu'r shooke hands nor bad farwell to him Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth ' Chops And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements King O valiant Cousin worthy Gentlemen Cap. As whence the Sunne gins his reflection Shipwracking Stormes and direfull Thunders So from that Spring whence comfort seem'd to come Discomfort swells Marke King of Scotland marke No sooner Iustice had with Valour arm'd Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles But the Norweyan Lord surueying vantage With furbusht Armes and new supplyes of men Began a fresh assault King Dismay'd not this our Captaines Macbeth and Banquoh Cap. Yes as Sparrowes Eagles Or the Hare the Lyon If I say sooth I must report they were As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks So they doubly redoubled stroakes vpon the Foe Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds Or memorize another Golgotha I cannot tell but I am faint My Gashes cry for helpe King So well thy words become thee as thy wounds They smack of Honor both Goe get him Surgeons Enter Rosse and Angus Who comes here Mal. The worthy Thane of Rosse Lenox What a haste lookes through his eyes So should he looke that seemes to speake things strange Rosse God saue the King King Whence cam'st thou worthy Thane Rosse From Fiffe great King Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie And fanne our people cold Norway himselfe with terrible numbers Assisted by that most disloyall Traytor The Thane of Cawdor began a dismall Conflict Till that Bellona's Bridegroome lapt in proofe Confronted him with selfe-comparisons Point against Point rebellious Arme ' gainst Arme Curbing his lauish spirit and to conclude The Victorie fell on vs. King Great happinesse Rosse That now Sweno the Norwayes King Craues composition Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men Till he disbursed at Saint Colmes ynch Ten thousand Dollars to our generall vse King No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceiue Our Bosome interest Goe pronounce his present death And with his former Title greet Macbeth Rosse I le see it done King What he hath lost Noble Macbeth hath wonne Exeunt Scena Tertia Thunder Enter the three Witches 1. Where hast thou beene Sister 2. Killing Swine 3. Sister where thou 1. A Saylors Wife had Chestnuts in her Lappe And mouncht mouncht and mouncht Giue me quoth I. Aroynt thee Witch the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes Her Husband 's to Aleppo gone Master o' th' Tiger But in a Syue I le thither sayle And like a Rat without a tayle I le doe I le doe and I le doe 2. I le giue thee a Winde 1. Th' art kinde 3. And I another 1. I my selfe haue all the other And the very Ports they blow All the Quarters that they know I' th' Ship-mans Card. I le dreyne him drie as Hay Sleepe shall neyther Night nor Day Hang vpon his Pent-house Lid He shall liue a man forbid Wearie Seu'nights nine times nine Shall he dwindle peake and pine Though his Barke cannot be lost Yet it shall be Tempest-tost Looke what I haue 2. Shew me shew me 1. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe Wrackt as homeward he did come Drum within 3. A Drumme a Drumme Macbeth doth come All. The weyward Sisters hand in hand Posters of the Sea and Land Thus doe goe about about Thrice to thine and thrice to mine And thrice againe to make vp nine Peace the Charme's wound vp Enter Macbeth and Banquo Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not seene Banquo How farre is' t call'd to Soris What are these So wither'd and so wilde in their attyre That looke not like th' Inhabitants o' th' Earth And yet are on 't Liue you or are you aught That man may question you seeme to vnderstand me By each at once her choppie finger laying Vpon her skinnie Lips you should be Women And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete That you are so Mac. Speake if you can what are you 1. All haile Macbeth haile to thee Thane of Glamis 2. All haile Macbeth haile to thee Thane of Cawdor 3. All haile Macbeth that shalt be King hereafter Banq. Good Sir why doe you start and seeme to feare Things that doe sound so faire i' th' name of truth Are ye fantasticall or that indeed Which outwardly ye shew My Noble Partner You greet with present Grace and great prediction Of Noble hauing and of Royall hope That he seemes wrapt withall to me you speake not If you can looke into the Seedes of Time And say which Graine will grow and which will not Speake then to me who neyther begge nor feare Your fauors nor your hate 1. Hayle 2. Hayle 3. Hayle 1. Lesser then Macbeth and greater 2. Not so happy yet much happyer 3. Thou shalt get Kings though thou be none So all haile Macbeth and Banquo 1. Banquo and Macbeth all haile Macb. Stay you imperfect Speakers tell me more By Sinells death I know I am Thane of Glamis But how of Cawdor the Thane of Cawdor liues A prosperous Gentleman And to be King Stands not within the prospect of beleefe No more then to be Cawdor Say from whence You owe this strange Intelligence or why Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way With such Prophetique greeting Speake I charge you Witches vanish Banq. The Earth hath bubbles as the Water ha's And these are of them whither are they vanish'd Macb. Into the Ayre and what seem'd corporall Melted as breath into the Winde Would they had stay'd Banq. Were such things here as we doe speake about Or haue we eaten on the insane Root That takes the Reason Prisoner Macb. Your Children shall be Kings Banq. You shall be King Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too went it not so Banq. Toth ' selfe-same tune and words who 's here Enter Rosse and Angus Rosse The King hath happily receiu'd Macbeth The newes of thy successe and when he reades Thy personall Venture in the Rebels fight His Wonders and his Prayses doe contend Which should be thine or his silenc'd with that In viewing o're the rest o' th' selfe-same day He findes thee in
doe to calme his rage Now feare I this will giue it start againe Therefore let 's follow Exeunt Enter two Clownes Clown Is she to bee buried in Christian buriall that wilfully seekes her owne saluation Other I tell thee she is and therefore make her Graue straight the Crowner hath sate on her and finds it Christian buriall Clo. How can that be vnlesse she drowned her selfe in her owne defence Other Why 't is found so Clo. It must be Se offendendo it cannot bee else for heere lies the point If I drowne my selfe wittingly it argues an Act and an Act hath three branches It is an Act to doe and to performe argall she drown'd her selfe wittingly Other Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer Clown Giue me leaue heere lies the water good heere stands the man good If the man goe to this water and drowne himsele it is will he nill he he goes marke you that But if the water come to him drowne him hee drownes not himselfe Argall hee that is not guilty of his owne death shortens not his owne life Other But is this law Clo. I marry is' t Crowners Quest Law Other Will you ha the truth on 't if this had not beene a Gentlewoman shee should haue beene buried out of Christian Buriall Clo. Why there thou say'st And the more pitty that great folke should haue countenance in this world to drowne or hang themselues more then their euen Christian Come my Spade there is no ancient Gentlemen but Gardiners Ditchers and Graue-makers they hold vp Adams Profession Other Was he a Gentleman Clo. He was the first that euer bore Armes Other Why he had none Clo. What ar't a Heathen how dost thou vnderstand the Scripture the Scripture sayes Adam dig'd could hee digge without Armes I le put another question to thee if thou answerest me not to the purpose confesse thy selfe Other Go too Clo. What is he that builds stronger then either the Mason the Shipwright or the Carpenter Other The Gallowes maker for that Frame outliues a thousand Tenants Clo. I like thy wit well in good faith the Gallowes does well but how does it well it does well to those that doe ill now thou dost ill to say the Gallowes is built stronger then the Church Argall the Gallowes may doe well to thee Too 't againe Come Other Who builds stronger then a Mason a Shipwright or a Carpenter Clo. I tell me that and vnyoake Other Marry now I can tell Clo. Too 't Other Masse I cannot tell Enter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off Clo. Cudgell thy braines no more about it for your dull Asse will not mend his pace with beating and when you are ask't this question next say a Graue-maker the Houses that he makes lasts till Doomesday go get thee to Yaughan fetch me a stoupe of Liquor Sings In youth when I did loue did loue me thought it was very sweete To contract O the time for a my behoue O me thought there was nothing meete Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his businesse that he sings at Graue-making Hor. Custome hath made it in him a property of easinesse Ham. 'T is ee'n so the hand of little Imployment hath the daintier sense Clowne sings But Age with his stealing steps hath caught me in his clutch And hath shipped me intill the Land as if I had neuer beene such Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it and could sing once how the knaue iowles it to th' grownd as if it were Caines Iaw-bone that did the first murther It might be the Pate of a Polititian which this Asse o're Offices one that could circumuent God might it not Hor. It might my Lord. Ham. Or of a Courtier which could say Good Morrow sweet Lord how dost thou good Lord this might be my Lord such a one that prais'd my Lord such a ones Horse when he meant to begge it might it not Hor. I my Lord. Ham. Why ee'n so and now my Lady Wormes Chaplesse and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons Spade heere 's fine Reuolution if wee had the tricke to see 't Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at Loggets with ' em mine ake to thinke on 't Clowne sings A Pickhaxe and a Spade a Spade for and a shrowding-Sheete O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. There 's another why might not that bee the Scull of of a Lawyer where be his Quiddits now his Quillets his Cases his Tenures and his Tricks why doe's he suffer this rude knaue now to knocke him about the Sconce with a dirty Shouell and will not tell him of his Action of Battery hum This fellow might be in 's time a great buyer of Land with his Statutes his Recognizances his Fines his double Vouchers his Recoueries Is this the fine of his Fines and the recouery of his Recoueries to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt will his Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchases and double ones too then the length and breadth of a paire of Indentures the very Conueyances of his Lands will hardly lye in this Boxe and must the Inheritor himselfe haue no more ha Hor. Not a iot more my Lord. Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes Hor. I my Lord and of Calue-skinnes too Ham. They are Sheepe and Calues that seek out assurance in that I will speake to this fellow whose Graue's this Sir Clo. Mine Sir O a Pit of Clay for to be made for such a Guest is meete Ham. I thinke it be thine indeed for thou liest in 't Clo. You lye out on 't Sir and therefore it is not yours for my part I doe not lye in 't and yet it is mine Ham. Thou dost lye in 't to be in 't and say 't is thine 't is for the dead not for the quicke therefore thou lyest Clo. 'T is a quicke lye Sir 't will a way againe from me to you Ham. What man dost thou digge it for Clo. For no man Sir Ham. What woman then Clo. For none neither Ham. Who is to be buried in 't Clo. One that was a woman Sir but rest her Soule shee 's dead Ham. How absolute the knaue is wee must speake by the Carde or equiuocation will vndoe vs by the Lord Horatio these three yeares I haue taken note of it the Age is growne so picked that the toe of the Pesant comes so neere the heeles of our Courtier hee galls his Kibe How long hast thou been a Graue-maker Clo. Of all the dayes i' th' yeare I came too 't that day that our last King Hamlet o're came Fortinbras Ham. How long is that since Clo. Cannot you tell that euery foole can tell that It was the very day that young Hamlet was borne hee that was mad and sent into England Ham. I marry why was he sent into England Clo. Why because he was mad hee shall recouer his wits there or if he do not it 's no
set our horses Kent I' th' myre Stew. Prythee if thou lou'st me tell me Kent I loue thee not Ste. Why then I care not for thee Kent If I had thee in Lipsbury Pinfold I would make thee care for me Ste. Why do'st thou vse me thus I know thee not Kent Fellow I know thee Ste. What do'st thou know me for Kent A Knaue a Rascall an eater of broken meates a base proud shallow beggerly three-suited-hundred pound filthy woosted-stocking knaue a Lilly-liuered action-taking whoreson glasse-gazing super-seruiceable finicall Rogue one Trunke-inheriting slaue one that would'st be a Baud in way of good seruice and art nothing but the composition of a Knaue Begger Coward Pandar and the Sonne and Heire of a Mungrill Bitch one whom I will beate into clamours whining if thou deny'st the least sillable of thy addition Stew. Why what a monstrous Fellow art thou thus to raile on one that is neither knowne of thee nor knowes thee Kent What a brazen-fac'd Varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me Is it two dayes since I tript vp thy heeles and beate thee before the King Draw you rogue for though it be night yet the Moone shines I le make a sop o th' Moonshine of you you whoreson Cullyenly Barber-monger draw Stew. Away I haue nothing to do with thee Kent Draw you Rascall you come with Letters against the King and take Vanitie the puppets part against the Royaltie of her Father draw you Rogue or I le so carbonado your shanks draw you Rascall come your waies Ste. Helpe ho murther helpe Kent Strike you slaue stand rogue stand you neat slaue strike Stew. Helpe hoa murther murther Enter Bastard Cornewall Regan Gloster Seruants Bast How now what 's the matter Part. Kent With you goodman Boy if you please come I le flesh ye come on yong Master Glo. Weapons Armes what 's the matter here Cor. Keepe peace vpon your liues he dies that strikes againe what is the matter Reg. The Messengers from our Sister and the King Cor. What is your difference speake Stew. I am scarce in breath my Lord. Kent No Maruell you haue so bestir'd your valour you cowardly Rascall nature disclaimes in thee a Taylor made thee Cor. Thou art a strange fellow a Taylor make a man Kent A Taylor Sir a Stone-cutter or a Painter could not haue made him so ill though they had bin but two yeares o th' trade Cor. Speake yet how grew your quarrell Ste. This ancient Ruffian Sir whose life I haue spar'd at sute of his gray-beard Kent Thou whoreson Zed thou vnnecessary letter my Lord if you will giue me leaue I will tread this vnboulted villaine into morter and daube the wall of a Iakes with him Spare my gray-beard you wagtaile Cor. Peace sirrah You beastly knaue know you no reuerence Kent Yes Sir but anger hath a priuiledge Cor. Why art thou angrie Kent That such a slaue as this should weare a Sword Who weares no honesty such smiling rogues as these Like Rats oft bite the holy cords a twaine Which are t' intrince t' vnloose smooth euery passion That in the natures of their Lords rebell Being oile to fire snow to the colder moodes Reuenge affirme and turne their Halcion beakes With euery gall and varry of their Masters Knowing naught like dogges but following A plague vpon your Epilepticke visage Smoile you my speeches as I were a Foole Goose if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine I 'ld driue ye cackling home to Camelot Corn. What art thou mad old Fellow Glost How fell you out say that Kent No contraries hold more antipathy Then I and such a knaue Corn. Why do'st thou call him Knaue What is his fault Kent His countenance likes me not Cor. No more perchance do's mine not his nor hers Kent Sir 't is my occupation to be plaine I haue seene better faces in my time Then stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant Corn. This is some Fellow Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntnesse doth affect A saucy roughnes and constraines the garb Quite from his Nature He cannot flatter he An honest mind and plaine he must speake truth And they will take it so if not hee 's plaine These kind of Knaues I know which in this plainnesse Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends Then twenty silly-ducking obseruants That stretch their duties nicely Kent Sir in good faith in sincere verity Vnder th' allowance of your great aspect Whose influence like the wreath of radient fire On flicking Phoebus front Corn. What mean'st by this Kent To go out of my dialect which you discommend so much I know Sir I am no flatterer he that beguild you in a plaine accent was a plaine Knaue which for my part I will not be though I should win your displeasure to entreat me too 't Corn. What was th' offence you gaue him Ste. I neuer gaue him any It pleas'd the King his Master very late To strike at me vpon his misconstruction When he compact and flattering his displeasure Tript me behind being downe insulted rail'd And put vpon him such a deale of Man That worthied him got praises of the King For him attempting who was selfe-subdued And in the fleshment of this dead exploit Drew on me here againe Kent None of these Rogues and Cowards But Aiax is there Foole. Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks You stubborne ancient Knaue you reuerent Bragart Wee 'l teach you Kent Sir I am too old to learne Call not your Stocks for me I serue the King On whose imployment I was sent to you You shall doe small respects show too bold malice Against the Grace and Person of my Master Stocking his Messenger Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks As I haue life and Honour there shall he sit till Noone Reg. Till noone till night my Lord and all night too Kent Why Madam if I were your Fathers dog You should not vse me so Reg. Sir being his Knaue I will Stocks brought out Cor. This is a Fellow of the selfe same colour Our Sister speakes of Come bring away the Stocks Glo. Let me beseech your Grace not to do so The King his Master needs must take it ill That he so slightly valued in his Messenger Should haue him thus restrained Cor. I le answere that Reg. My Sister may recieue it much more worsse To haue her Gentleman abus'd assaulted Corn. Come my Lord away Exit Glo. I am sorry for thee friend 't is the Duke pleasure Whose disposition all the world well knowes Will not be rub'd nor stopt I le entreat for thee Kent Pray do not Sir I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard Some time I shall sleepe out the rest I le whistle A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles Giue you good morrow Glo. The Duke 's too blame in this 'T will be ill taken Exit Kent Good King that must approue the common saw Thou out of Heauens benediction com'st To the warme Sun Approach thou Beacon to this