Lord. Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord Iohn of Lancaster To my Brother Iohn This to my Lord of Westmerland Go Peto to horse for thou and I Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time Iacke meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall At two a clocke in the afternoone There shalt thou know thy Charge and there receiue Money and Order for their Furniture The Land is burning Percie stands on hye And either they or we must lower lye Fal. Rare words braue world Hostesse my breakfast come Oh I could wish this Tauerne were my drumme Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Harrie Hotspurre Worcester and Dowglas Hot. Well said my Noble Scot if speaking truth In this fine Age were not thought flatterie Such attribution should the Dowglas haue As not a Souldiour of this seasons stampe Should go so generall currant through the world By heauen I cannot flatter I defie The Tongues of Soothers But a Brauer place In my hearts loue hath no man then your Selfe Nay taske me to my word approue me Lord. Dow. Thou art the King of Honor No man so potent breathes vpon the ground But I will Beard him Enter a Messenger Hot. Do so and 't is well What Letters hast there I can but thanke you Mess These Letters come from your Father Hot. Letters from him Why comes he not himselfe Mes He cannot come my Lord He is greeuous sicke Hot. How haz he the leysure to be sicke now In such a iustling time Who leades his power Vnder whose Gouernment come they along Mess His Letters beares his minde not I his minde Wor. I prethee tell me doth he keepe his Bed Mess He did my Lord foure dayes ere I set forth And at the time of my departure thence He was much fear'd by his Physician Wor. I would the state of time had first beene whole Ere he by sicknesse had beene visited His health was neuer better worth then now Hotsp Sicke now droope now this sicknes doth infect The very Life-blood of our Enterprise 'T is catching hither euen to our Campe. He writes me here that inward sicknesse And that his friends by deputation Could not so soone be drawne nor did he thinke it meet To lay so dangerous and deare a trust On any Soule remou'd but on his owne Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertisement That with our small coniunction we should on To see how Fortune is dispos'd to vs For as he writes there is no quailing now Because the King is certainely possest Of all our purposes What say you to it Wor. Your Fathers sicknesse is a mayme to vs. Hotsp A perillous Gash a very Limme lopt off And yet in faith it is not his present want Seemes more then we shall finde it Were it good to set the exact wealth of all our states All at one Cast To set so rich a mayne On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre It were not good for therein should we reade The very Bottome and the Soule of Hope The very List the very vtmost Bound Of all our fortunes Dowg Faith and so wee should Where now remaines a sweet reuersion We may boldly spend vpon the hope Of what is to come in A comfort of retyrement liues in this Hotsp A Randeuous a Home to flye vnto If that the Deuill and Mischance looke biggâ— Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here The Qualitie and Heire of our Attempt Brookes no diuision It will be thought By some that know not why he is away That wisedome loyaltie and meere dislike Of our proceedings kept the Earle from hence And thinke how such an apprehension May turne the tyde of fearefull Faction And breede a kinde of question in our cause For well you know wee of the offring side Must keepe aloofe from strict arbitrement And stop all sight-holes euery loope from whence The eye of reason may prie in vpon vs This absence of your Father drawes a Curtaine That shewes the ignorant a kinde of feare Before not dreamt of Hotsp You strayne too farre I rather of his absence make this vse It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion A larger Dare to your great Enterprize Then if the Earle were here for men must thinke If we without his helpe can make a Head To push against the Kingdome with his helpe We shall o're-turne it topsie-turuy downe Yet all goes well yet all out ioynts are whole Dowg As heart can thinke There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland At this Dreame of Feare Enter Sir Richard Vernon Hotsp My Cousin Vernon welcome by my Soule Vern Pray God my newes be worth a welcome Lord. The Earle of Westmerland seuen thousand strong Is marching hither-wards with Prince Iohn Hotsp No harme what more Vern And further I haue learn'd The King himselfe in person hath set forth Or hither-wards intended speedily With strong and mightie preparation Hotsp He shall be welcome too Where is his Sonne The nimble-footed Mad-Cap Prince of Wales And his Cumrades that daft the World aside And bid it passe Vern All furnisht all in Armes All plum'd like Estridges that with the Winde Bayted like Eagles hauing lately bath'd Glittering in Golden Coates like Images As full of spirit as the Moneth of May And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid-summer Wanton as youthfull Goates wilde as young Bulls I saw young Harry with his Beuer on His Cushes on his thighes gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his Seat As if an Angell dropt downe from the Clouds To turne and winde a fierie Pegasus And witch the World with Noble Horsemanship Hotsp No more no more Worse men the Sunne in March This prayse doth nourish Agues let them come They come like Sacrifices in their trimme And to the fire-ey'd Maid of smoakie Warre All hot and bleeding will wee offer them The mayled Mars shall on his Altar sit Vp to the eares iâ— blood I am on fire To heare this rich reprizall is so nigh And yet not ours Come let me take my Horse Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt Against the bosome of the Prince of Wales Harry to Harry shall not Horse to Horse Meete and ne're part till one drop downe a Coarse Oh that Glendower were come Ver. There is more newes I learned in Worcester as I rode along He cannot draw his Power this foureteene dayes Dowg That 's the worst Tidings that I heare of yet Wor. I by my faith that beares a frosty sound Hotsp What may the Kings whole Battaile reach vnto Ver. To thirty thousand Hot. Forty let it be My Father and Glendower being both away The powres of vs may serue so great a day Come let vs take a muster speedily Doomesday is neere dye all dye merrily Dow. Talke not of dying I am out of feare Of death or deaths hand for this one halfe yeare Exeunt Omnes Scaena Secunda
last morning You could not see to wipe my shooes Speed True sir I was in loue with my bed I thanke you you swing'd me for my loue which makes mee the bolder to chide you for yours Val. In conclusion I stand affected to her Speed I would you were set so your affection would cease Val. Last night she enioyn'd me To write some lines to one she loues Speed And haue you Val I haue Speed Are they not lamely writt Val. No Boy but as well as I can do them Peace here she comes Speed Oh excellent motion oh exceeding Puppet Now will he interpret to her Val. Madam Mistres a thousand good-morrows Speed Oh ' giue ye-good-ev'n heer 's a million of manners Sil. Sir Valentine and seruant to you two thousand Speed He should giue her interest she giues it him Val. As you inioynd me I haue writ your Letter Vnto the secret nameles friend of yours Which I was much vnwilling to proceed in But for my duty to your Ladiship Sil. I thanke you gentle Seruant 't is very Clerkly-done Val. Now trust me Madam it came hardly-off For being ignorant to whom it goes I writ at randome very doubtfully Sil. Perchance you think too much of so much pains Val. No Madam so it steed you I will write Please you command a thousand times as much And yet Sil. A pretty period well I ghesse the sequell And yet I will not name it and yet I care not And yet take this againe and yet I thanke you Meaning henceforth to trouble you no more Speed And yet you will and yet another yet Val. What meanes your Ladiship Doe you not like it Sil. Yes yes the lines are very queintly writ But since vnwillingly take them againe Nay take them Val. Madam they are for you Silu. I I you writ them Sir at my request But I will none of them they are for you I would haue had them writ more mouingly Val. Please you I le write your Ladiship another Sil. And when it 's writ for my sake read it ouer And if it please you so if not why so Val. If it please me Madam what then Sil. Why if it please you take it for your labour And so good-morrow Seruant Exit Sil. Speed Oh Iest vnseene inscrutible inuisible As a nose on a mans face or a Wethercocke on a steeple My Master sues to her and she hath taught her Sutor He being her Pupill to become her Tutor Oh excellent deuise was there euer heard a better That my master being scribe To himselfe should write the Letter Val. How now Sir What are you reasoning with your selfe Speed Nay I was riming 't is you y t haue the reason Val. To doe what Speed To be a Spokes-man from Madam Siluia Val To whom Speed To your selfe why she woes you by a figure Val. What figure Speed By a Letter I should say Val Why she hath not writ to me Speed What need she When shee hath made you write to your selfe Why doe you not perceiue the iest Val. No beleeue me Speed No beleeuing you indeed sir But did you perceiue her earnest Val She gaue me none except an angry word Speed Why she hath giuen you a Letter Val. That 's the Letter I writ to her friend Speed And y t letter hath she deliuer'd there an end Val. I would it were no worse Speed I le warrant you 't is as well For often haue you writ to her and she in modesty Or else for want of idle time could not againe reply Or fearing els some messēger y t might her mind discouer Her self hath taught her Loue himself to write vnto her louer All this I speak in print for in print I found it Why muse you sir 't is dinner time Val I haue dyn'd Speed I but hearken sir though the Cameleon Loue can feed on the ayre I am one that am nourish'd by my victuals and would faine haue meate oh bee not like your Mistresse be moued be moued Exeunt Scoena secunda Enter Protheus Iulia Panthion Pro. Haue patience gentle Iulia Iul. I must where is no remedy Pro. When possibly I can I will returne Iul. If you turne not you will return the sooner Keepe this remembrance for thy Iulia's sake Pro. Why then wee 'll make exchange Here take you this Iul. And seale the bargaine with a holy kisse Pro. Here is my hand for my true constancie And when that howre ore-slips me in the day Wherein I sigh not Iulia for thy sake The next ensuing howre some foule mischance Torment me for my Loues forgetfulnesse My father staies my comming answere not The tide is now nay not thy tide of teares That tide will stay me longer then I should Iulia farewell what gon without a word I so true loue should doe it cannot speake For truth hath better deeds then words to grace it Panth. Sir Protheus you are staid for Pro. Goe I come I come Alas this parting strikes poore Louers dumbe Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Launce Panthion Launce Nay 't will bee this howre ere I haue done weeping all the kinde of the Launce◠haue this very fault I haue receiu'd my proportion like the prodigious Sonne and am going with Sir Protheus to the Imperialls Court I thinke Crab my dog be the sowrest natured dogge that liues My Mother weeping my Father wayling my Sister crying our Maid howling our Catte wringing her hands and all our house in a great perplexitie yet did not this cruell-hearted Curre shedde one teare he is a stone a very pibble stone and has no more pitty in him then a dogge a Iew would haue wept to haue seene our parting why my Grandam hauing no eyes looke you wept her selfe blinde at my parting nay I le shew you the manner of it This shooe is my father no this left shooe is my father no no this left shooe is my mother nay that cannot bee so neyther yes it is so it is so it hath the worser sole this shooe with the hole in it is my mother and this my father a veng'ance on 't there 't is Now sir this staffe is my sister for looke you she is as white as a lilly and as small as a wand this hat is Nan our maid I am the dogge no the dogge is himselfe and I am the dogge oh the dogge is me and I am my selfe I so so now come I to my Father Father your blessing now should not the shooe speake a word for weeping now should I kisse my Father well hee weepes on Now come I to my Mother Oh that she could speake now like a would-woman well I kisse her why there 't is heere 's my mothers breath vp and downe Now come I to my sister marke the moane she makes now the dogge all this while sheds not a teare nor speakes a word but see how I lay the dust with my teares Panth. Launce away away a Boord thy Master is ship'd and thou art
ere sommer comes or Cuckoo-birds do sing Away sir Corporall Nim Beleeue it Page he speakes sence Ford. I will be patient I will find out this Nim. And this is true I like not the humor of lying hee hath wronged mee in some humors I should haue borne the humour'd Letter to her but I haue a sword and it shall bite vpon my necessitie he loues your wife There 's the short and the long My name is Corporall Nim I speak and I auouch 't is true my name is Nim and Falstaffe loues your wife adieu I loue not the humour of bread and cheese adieu Page The humour of it quoth'a heere 's a fellow frights English out of his wits Ford. I will seeke out Falstaffe Page I neuer heard such a drawling-affecting rogue Ford. If I doe finde it well Page I will not beleeue such a Cataian though the Priest o' th' Towne commended him for a true man Ford. 'T was a good sensible fellow well Page How now Meg Mist Page Whether goe you George harke you Mis Ford. How now sweet Frank why art thou melancholy Ford. I melancholy I am not melancholy Get you home goe Mis Ford. Faith thou hast some crochets in thy head Now will you goe Mistris Page Mis Page Haue with you you 'll come to dinner George Looke who comes yonder shee shall bee our Messenger to this paltrie Knight Mis Ford. Trust me I thought on her shee 'll fit it Mis Page You are come to see my daughter Anne Qui. I forsooth and I pray how do's good Mistresse Anne Mis Page Go in with vs and see we haue an houres talke with you Page How now Master Ford For. You heard what this knaue told me did you not Page Yes and you heard what the other told me Ford. Doe you thinke there is truth in them Pag. Hang 'em slaues I doe not thinke the Knight would offer it But these that accuse him in his intent towards our wiues are a yoake of his discarded men very rogues now they be out of seruice Ford. Were they his men Page Marry were they Ford. I like it neuer the beter for that Do's he lye at the Garter Page I marry do's he if hee should intend this voyage toward my wife I would turne her loose to him and what hee gets more of her then sharpe words let it lye on my head Ford. I doe not misdoubt my wife but I would bee loath to turne them together a man may be too confident I would haue nothing lye on my head I cannot be thus satisfied Page Looke where my ranting-Host of the Garter comes there is eyther liquor in his pate or mony in his purse when hee lookes so merrily How now mine Host Host How now Bully-Rooke thou' rt a Gentleman Caueleiro Iustice I say Shal. I follow mine Host I follow Good-euen and tweâ—ty good Master Page Master Page wil you go with vs we haue sport in hand Host Tell him Caueleiro-Iustice tell him Bully-Rooke Shall Sir there is a fray to be fought betweene Sir Hugh the Welch Priest and Caius the French Doctor Ford. Good mine Host o' th' Garter a word with you Host What saist thou my Bully-Rooke Shal. Will you goe with vs to behold it My merry Host hath had the measuring of their weapons and I thinke hath appointed them contrary places for beleeue mee I heare the Parson is no Iester harke I will tell you what our sport shall be Host Hast thou no suit against my Knight my guest-Caualeire Shal. None I protest but I le giue you a pottle of burn'd sacke to giue me recourse to him and tell him my name is Broome onely for a â—est Host My hand Bully thou shalt haue egresse and regresse said I well and thy name shall be Broome It is a merry Knight will you goe An-heires Shal. Haue with you mine Host Page I haue heard the French-man hath good skill in his Rapier Shal. Tut sir I could haue told you more In these times you stand on distance your Passes Stoccado's and I know not what 't is the heart Master Page 't is heere 't is heere I haue seene the time with my long-sword I would haue made you fowre tall fellowes skippe like Rattes Host Heere boyes heere heere shall we wag Page Haue with you I had rather heare them scold then fight Ford. Though Page be a secure foole and stands so firmely on his wiues frailty yet I cannot put-off my opinion so easily she was in his company at Pages house and what they made there I know not Well I wil looke further into 't and I haue a disguise to sound Falstaffe if I finde her honest I loose not my labor if she be otherwise 't is labour well bestowed Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Falstaffe Pistoll Robin Quickly Bardolffe Ford. Fal. I will not lend thee a penny Pist Why then the world 's mine Oyster which I with sword will open Fal. Not a penny I haue beene content Sir you should lay my countenance to pawne I haue grated vpon my good friends for three Repreeues for you and your Coach-fellow Nim or else you had look'd through the grate like a Geminy of Baboones I am damn'd in hell for swearing to Gentlemen my friends you were good Souldiers and tall-fellowes And when Mistresse Bright lost the handle of her Fan I took 't vpon mine honour thou hadst it not Pist Didst not thou share hadst thou not fifteene pence Fal. Reason you roague reason thinkst thou I le endanger my soule gratis at a word hang no more about mee I am no gibbet for you goe a short knife and a throng to your Mannor of Pickt-hatch goe you 'll not beare a Letter for mee you roague you stand vpon your honor why thou vnconfinable basenesse it is as much as I can doe to keepe the termes of my hononor precise I I I my selfe sometimes leauing the feare of heauen on the left hand and hiding mine honor in my necessity am faine to shufflle to hedge and to lurch and yet you Rogue will en-sconce your raggs your Cat-a-Mountaine-lookes your red-lattice phrases and your bold-beating-oathes vnder the shelter of your honor you will not doe it you Pist I doe relent what would thou more of man Robin Sir here 's a woman would speake with you Fal. Let her approach Qui. Giue your worship good morrow Fal. Good-morrow good-wife Qui. Not so and 't please your worship Fal. Good maid then Qui. I le be sworne As my mother was the first houre I was borne Fal. I doe beleeue the swearer what with me Qui. Shall I vouch-safe your worship a word or two Fal. Two thousand faire woman and I le vouchsafe thee the hearing Qui. There is one Mistresse Ford Sir I pray come a little neerer this waies I my selfe dwell with M. Doctor Caius Fal. Well on Mistresse Ford you say Qui. Your worship saies very true I pray your worship come a little neerer this waies Fal. I warrant
himselfe if he had so offended He would haue waigh'd thy brother by himselfe And not haue cut him off some one hath set you on Confesse the truth and say by whose aduice Thou cam'st heere to complaine Isab And is this all Then oh you blessed Ministers aboue Keepe me in patience and with ripened time Vnfold the euill which is heere wrapt vp In countenance heauen shield your Grace from woe As I thus wrong'd hence vnbeleeued goe Duke I know you 'ld faine be gone An Officer To prison with her Shall we thus permit A blasting and a scandalous breath to fall On him so neere vs This needs must be a practise Who knew of your intent and comming hither Isa One that I would were heere Frier Lodowick Duk. A ghostly Father belike Who knowes that Lodowicke Luc. My Lord I know him 't is a medling Fryer I doe not like the man had he been Lay my Lord For certaine words he spake against your Grace In your retirment I had swing'd him soundly Duke Words against mee this 'a good Fryer belike And to set on this wretched woman here Against our Substitute Let this Fryer be found Luc. But yesternight my Lord she and that Fryer I saw them at the prison a sawcy Fryar A very scuruy fellow Peter Blessed be your Royall Grace I haue stood by my Lord and I haue heard Your royall eare abus'd first hath this woman Most wrongfully accus'd your Substitute Who is as free from touch or soyle with her As she from one vngot Duke We did beleeue no lesse Know you that Frier Lodowick that she speakes of Peter I know him for a man diuine and holy Not scuruy nor a temporary medler As he 's reported by this Gentleman And on my trust a man that neuer yet Did as he vouches mis-report your Grace Luc. My Lord most villanously beleeue it Peter Well he in time may come to cleere himselfe But at this instant he is sicke my Lord Of a strange Feauor vpon his meere request Being come to knowledge that there was complaint Intended ' gainst Lord Angelo came I hether To speake as from his mouth what he doth know Is true and false And what he with his oath And all probation will make vp full cleare When soeuer he 's conuented First for this woman To iustifie this worthy Noble man So vulgarly and personally accus'd Her shall you heare disproued to her eyes Till she her selfe confesse it Duk. Good Frier let 's heare it Doe you not smile at this Lord Angelo Oh heauen the vanity of wretched fooles Giue vs some seates Come cosen Angelo In this I 'll be impartiall be you Iudge Of your owne Cause Is this the Witnes Frier Enter Mariana First let her shew your face and after speake Mar. Pardon my Lord I will not shew my face Vntill my husband bid me Duke What are you married Mar. No my Lord. Duke Are you a Maid Mar. No my Lord. Duk. A Widow then Mar. Neither my Lord. Duk. Why you are nothing then neither Maid Widow nor Wife Luc. My Lord she may be a Puncke for many of them are neither Maid Widow nor Wife Duk. Silence that fellow I would he had some cause to prattle for himselfe Luc. Well my Lord. Mar. My Lord I doe confesse I nere was married And I confesse besides I am no Maid I haue known my husband yet my husband Knowes not that euer he knew me Luc. He was drunk then my Lord it can be no better Duk. For the benefit of silence would thou wert so to Luc. Well my Lord. Duk. This is no witnesse for Lord Angelo Mar. Now I come to 't my Lord. Shee that accuses him of Fornication In selfe-same manner doth accuse my husband And charges him my Lord with such a time When I 'le depose I had him mine Armes With all th' effect of Loue. Ang. Charges she moe then me Mar. Not that I know Duk. No you say your husband Mar. Why iust my Lord and that is Angelo Who thinkes he knowes that he nere knew my body But knows he thinkes that he knowes Isabels Ang. This is a strange abuse Let 's see thy face Mar. My husband bids me now I will vnmaske This is that face thou cruell Angelo Which once thou sworst was worth the looking on This is the hand which with a vowd contract Was fast belockt in thine This is the body That tooke away the match from Isabell And did supply thee at thy garden-house In her Imagin'd person Duke Know you this woman Luc. Carnallie she saies Duk. Sirha no more Luc. Enoug my Lord. Ang. My Lord I must confesse I know this woman And fiue yeres since there was some speech of marriage Betwixt my selfe and her which was broke off Partly for that her promis'd proportions Came short of Composition But in chiefe For that her reputation was dis-valued In leuitie Since which time of fiue yeres I neuer spake with her saw her nor heard from her Vpon my faith and honor Mar. Noble Prince As there comes light from heauen and words frō breath As there is sence in truth and truth in vertue I am affianced this mans wife as strongly As words could make vp vowes And my good Lord But Tuesday night last gon in 's garden house He knew me as a wife As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees Or else for euer be confixed here A Marble Monument Ang. I did but smile till now Now good my Lord giue me the scope of Iustice My patience here is touch'd I doe perceiue These poore informall women are no more But instruments of some more mightier member That sets them on Let me haue way my Lord To finde this practise out Duke I with my heart And punish them to your height of pleasure Thou foolish Frier and thou pernicious woman Compact with her that 's gone thinkst thou thy oathes Though they would swear downe each particular Saint Were testimonies against his worth and credit That 's seald in approbation you Lord Escalus Sit with my Cozen lend him your kinde paines To finde out this abuse whence 't is deriu'd There is another Frier that set them on Let him be sent for Peter Would he were here my Lord for he indeed Hath set the women on to this Complaint Your Prouost knowes the place where he abides And he may fetch him Duke Goe doe it instantly And you my noble and well-warranted Cosen Whom it concernes to heare this matter forth Doe with your iniuries as seemes you best In any chastisement I for a while Will leaue you but stir not you till you haue Well determin'd vpon these Slanderers Exit Esc My Lord wee 'll doe it throughly Signior Lucio did not you say you knew that Frier Lodowick to be a dishonest person Luc. Cucullus non facit Monachum honest in nothing but in his Clothes and one that hath spoke most villanous speeches of the Duke Esc We shall intreat
of his owne attaine 'T is double wrong to truant with your bed And let her read it in thy lookes at boord Shame hath a bastard fame well managed Ill deeds is doubled with an euill word Alas poore women make vs not beleeue Being compact of credit that you loue vs Though others haue the arme shew vs the sleeue We in your motion turne and you may moue vs. Then gentle brother get you in againe Comfort my sister cheere her call her wise 'T is holy sport to be a little vaine When the sweet breath of flatterie conquers strife S. Anti. Sweete Mistris what your name is else I know not Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine Lesse in your knowledge and your grace you show not Then our earths wonder more then earth diuine Teach me deere creature how to thinke and speake Lay open to my earthie grosse conceit Smothred in errors feeble shallow weake The foulded meaning of your words deceit Against my soules pure truth why labour you To make it wander in an vnknowne field Are you a god would you create me new Transforme me then and to your powre I le yeeld But if that I am I then well I know Your weeping sister is no wife of mine Nor to her bed no homage doe I owe Farre more farre more to you doe I decline Oh traine me not sweet Mermaide with thy note To drowne me in thy sister floud of teares Sing Siren for thy selfe and I will dote Spread ore the siluer waues thy golden haires And as a bud I le take thee and there lie And in that glorious supposition thinke He gaines by death that hath such meanes to die Let Loue being light be drowned if she sinke Luc. What are you mad that you doe reason so Ant. Not mad but mated how I doe not know Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eie Ant. For gazing on your beames faire sun being by Luc. Gaze when you should and that will cleere your sight Ant. As good to winke sweet loue as looke on night Luc. Why call you me loue Call my sister so Ant. Thy sisters sister Luc. That 's my sister Ant. No it is thy selfe mine owne selfes better part Mine eies cleere eie my deere hearts deerer heart My foode my fortune and my sweet hopes aime My sole earths heauen and my heauens claime Luc. All this my sister is or else should be Ant. Call thy selfe sister sweet for I am thee Thee will I loue and with thee lead my life Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife Giue me thy hand Luc. Oh soft sir hold you still I le fetch my sister to get her good will Exit Enter Dromio Siracusia Ant. Why how now Dromio where run'st thou so fast S. Dro. Doe you know me sir Am I Dromio Am I your man Am I my selfe Ant. Thou art Dromio thou art my man thou art thy selfe Dro. I am an asse I am a womans man and besides my selfe Ant. What womans man and how besides thy selfe Dro. Marrie sir besides my selfe I am due to a woman One that claimes me one that haunts me one that will haue me Anti. What claime laies she to thee Dro. Marry sir such claime as you would lay to your horse and she would haue me as a beast not that I beeing a beast she would haue me but that she being a verie beastly creature layes claime to me Anti. What is she Dro. A very reuerent body I such a one as a man may not speake of without he say sir reuerence I haue but leane lucke in the match and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage Anti. How dost thou meane a fat marriage Dro. Marry sir she 's the Kitchin wench al grease and I know not what vse to put her too but to make a Lampe of her and run from her by her owne light I warrant her ragges and the Tallow in them will burne a Poland Winter If she liues till doomesday she 'l burne a weeke longer then the whole World Anti. What complexion is she of Dro. Swart like my shoo but her face nothing like so cleane kept for why she sweats a man may goe ouer-shooes in the grime of it Anti. That 's a fault that water will mend Dro. No sir 't is in graine Noahs stood could not do it Anti. What 's her name Dro. Nell Sir but her name is three quarters that 's an Ell and three quarters will not measure her from hip to hip Anti. Then she beares some bredth Dro. No longer from head to foot then from hippe to hippe she is sphericall like a globe I could find out Countries in her Anti. In what part of her body stands Ireland Dro. Marry sir in her buttockes I found it out by the bogges Ant. Where Scotland Dro. I found it by the barrennesse hard in the palme of the hand Ant. Where France Dro. In her forhead arm'd and reuerted making warre against her heire Ant. Where England Dro. I look'd for the chalkle Cliffes but I could find no whitenesse in them But I guesse it stood in her chin by the salt theume that ranne betweene France and it Ant. Where Spaine Dro. Faith I saw it not but I felt it hot in her breth Ant. Where America the Indies Dro. Oh sir vpon her nose all ore embellished with Rubies Carbuncles Saphires declining their rich Aspect to the hot breath of Spaine who sent whole Armadoes of Carrects to be ballast at her nose Anti. Where stood Belgia the Netherlands Dro. Oh sir I did not looke so low To conclude this drudge or Diuiner layd claime to mee call'd mee Dromio swore I was assur'd to her told me what priuie markes I had about mee as the marke of my shoulder the Mole in my necke the great Wart on my left arme that I amaz'd ranne from her as a witch And I thinke if my brest had not beene made of faith and my heart of steele she had transform'd me to a Curtull dog made me turne i' th wheele Anti. Go hie thee presently post to the rode And if the winde blow any way from shore I will not harbour in this Towne to night If any Barke put forth come to the Mart Where I will walke till thou returne to me If euerie one knowes vs and we know none 'T is time I thinke to trudge packe and be gone Dro. As from a Beare a man would run for life So flie I from her that would be my wife Exit Anti. There 's none but Witches do inhabite heere And therefore 't is hie time that I were hence She that doth call me husband euen my soule Doth for a wife abhorre But her faire sister Possest with such a gentle soueraigne grace Of such inchanting presence and discourse Hath almost made me Traitor to my selfe But least my selfe be guilty to selfe wrong I le stop mine eares against the Mermaids song Enter Angelo with the Chaime Ang. M r Antipholus Anti. I that
Shy What what what ill lucke ill lucke Tub. Hath an Argosie cast away comming from Tripolis Shy I thanke God I thanke God is it true is it true Tub. I spoke with some of the Saylers that escaped the wracke Shy I thanke thee good Tuball good newes good newes ha ha here in Genowa Tub. Your daughter spent in Genowa as I heard one night fourescore ducats Shy Thou stick'st a dagger in me I shall neuer see my gold againe fourescore ducats at asitting fourescore ducats Tub. There came diuers of Anthonios creditors in my company to Venice that sweare hee cannot choose but breake Shy I am very glad of it I le plague him I le torture him I am glad of it Tub. One of them shewed me a ring that hee had of your daughter for a Monkie Shy Out vpon her thou torturest me Tuball it was my Turkies I had it of Leah when I was a Batcheler I would not haue giuen it for a wildernesse of Monkies Tub. But Anthonio is certainely vndone Shy Nay that 's true that 's very true goe Tuball fee me an Officer bespeake him a fortnight before I will haue the heart of him if he forfeit for were he out of Venice I can make what merchandize I will goe Tuball and meete me at our Sinagogue goe good Tuball at our Sinagogue Tuball Exeunt Enter Bassanio Portia Gratiano and all their traine Por. I pray you tarrie pause a day or two Before you hazard for in choosing wrong I loose your companie therefore forbeare a while There 's something tels me but it is not loue I would not loose you and you know your selfe Hate counsailes not in such a quallitie But least you should not vnderstand me well And yet a maiden hath no tongue but thought I would detaine you here some month or two Before you venture for me I could teach you How to choose right but then I am forsworne So will I neuer be so may you misse me But if you doe you le make me wish a sinne That I had beene forsworne Beshrow your eyes They haue ore-lookt me and deuided me One halfe of me is yours the other halfe yours Mine owne I would say but of mine then yours And so all yours O these naughtie times Puts bars betweene the owners and their rights And so though yours not yours proue it so Let Fortune goe to hell for it not I. I speake too long but 't is to peize the time To ich it and to draw it out in length To stay you from election Bass Let me choose For as I am I liue vpon the racke Por. Vpon the racke Bassanio then confesse What treason there is mingled with your loue Bass None but that vglie treason of mistrust Which makes me feare the enioying of my loue There may as well be amitie and life 'Tweene snow and fire as treason and my loue Por. I but I feare you speake vpon the racke Where men enforced doth speake any thing Bass Promise me life and I le confesse the truth Por. Well then confesse and liue Bass Confesse and loue Had beene the verie sum of my confession O happie torment when my torturer Doth teach me answers for deliuerance But let me to my fortune and the caskets Por. Away then I am lockt in one of them If you doe loue me you will finde me out Nerryssa and the rest stand all aloose Let musicke sound while he doth make his choise Then if he loose he makes a Swan-like end Fading in musique That the comparison May stand more proper my eye shall be the streame And watrie death-bed for him he may win And what is musique than Than musique is Euen as the flourish when true subiects howe To a new crowned Monarch Such it is As are those dulcet sounds in breake of day That creepe into the dreaming bride-groomes eare And summon him to marriage Now he goes With no lesse presence but with much more loue Then yong Alcides when he did redeeme The virgine tribute paied by howling Troy To the Sea-monster I stand for sacrifice The rest aloofe are the Dardanian wiues With bleared visages come forth to view The issue of th' exploit Goe Hercules Liue thou I liue with much more dismay I view the fight then thou that mak'st the fray Here Musicke A Song the whilst Bassanio comments on the Caskets to himselfe Tell me where is fancie bred Or in the heart or in the head How begot how nourished Replie replie It is engendred in the eyes With gazing fed and Fancie dies In the cradle where it lies Let vs all ring Fancies knell I le begin it Ding dong bell All. Ding dong bell Bass So may the outward showes be least themselues The world is still deceiu'd with ornament In Law what Plea so tanted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of euill In Religion What damned error but some sober brow Will blesse it and approue it with a text Hiding the grosenesse with faire ornament There is no voice so simple but assumes Some marke of vertue on his outward parts How manie cowards whose hearts are all as false As stayers of sand weare yet vpon their chins The beards of Hercules and frowning Mars Who inward searcht haue lyuers white as milke And these assume but valors excrement To render them redoubted Looke on beautie And you shall see 't is purchast by the weight Which therein workes a miracle in nature Making them lightest that weare most of it So are those crisped snakie golden locks Which makes such wanton gambols with the winde Vpon supposed fairenesse often knowne To be the dowrie of a second head The scull that bred them in the Sepulcher Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea the beautious scarfe Vailing an Indian beautie In a word The seeming truth which cunning times put on To intrap the wisest Therefore then thou gaudie gold Hard food for Midas I will none of thee Nor none of thee thou pale and common drudge 'Tweene man and man but thou thou meager lead Which rather threatnest then dost promise ought Thy palenesse moues me more then eloquence And here choose I ioy be the consequence Por. How all the other passions fleet to ayre As doubtfull thoughts and rash imbrac'd despaire And shuddring feare and greene-eyed iealousie O loue be moderate allay thy extasie In measure raine thy ioy scant this excesse I feele too much thy blessing make it lesse For feare I surfeit Bas What finde I here Faire Portias counterfeit What demie God Hath come so neere creation moue these eies Or whether riding on the bals of mine Seeme they in motion Here are seuer'd lips Parted with suger breath so sweet a barre Should sunder such sweet friends here in her haires The Painter plaies the Spider and hath wouen A golden mesh t' intrap the hearts of men Faster then gnats in cobwebs but her eies How could he see to doe them hauing made one
pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gaue Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre Gau. Things sweet to tast proue in digestion sowre You vrg'd me as a Iudge but I had rather you would haue bid me argue like a Father Alas I look'd when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong Against my will to do my selfe this wrong Rich. Cosine farewell and Vncle bid him so Six yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Flourish Au. Cosine farewell what presence must not know From where you do remaine let paper show Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words That thou teturnst no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breath th' abundant dolour of the heart Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent greefe is present for that time Gau. What is sixe Winters they are quickely gone Bul. To men in ioy but greefe makes one houre ten Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage Gau. The sullen passage of thy weary steppes Esteeme a soyle wherein thou art to set The precious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Oh who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frostie Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite by bare imagination of a Feast Or Wallow naked in December snow by thinking on fantasticke summers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth euer ranckle more Then when it bites but lanceth not the sore Gau. Come come my son I le bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground farewell sweet soil adieu My Mother and my Nurse which beares me yet Where ere I wander boast of this I can Though banish'd yet a true-borne Englishman Scoena Quarta Enter King Aumerle Greene and Bagot Rich. We did obserue Cosine Aumerle How far brought you high Herford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so but to the next high way and there I left him Rich. And say what store of parting tears were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northeast wind Which then grew bitterly against our face Awak'd the sleepie rhew me and so by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him Au. Farewell and for my hart disdained y t my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such greefe That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farwell haue lengthen'd houres And added yeeres to his short banishment He should haue had a volume of Farwels but since it would not he had none of me Rich. He is our Cosin Cosin but 't is doubt When time shall call him home from banishment Whether our kinsman come to see his friends Our selfe and Bushy heere Bagot and Greene Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people How he did seeme to diue into their hearts With humble and familiat courtesie What reuerence he did throw away on slaues Wooing poore Craftes-men with the craft of soules And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune As 't were to banish their affects with him Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee With thankes my Countrimen my louing friends As were our England in reuersion his And he our subiects next degree in hope Gr. Well he is gone with him go these thoughts Now for the Rebels which stand out in Ireland Expedient manage must be made my Liege Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes For their aduantage and your Highnesse losse Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre And for our Coffers with too great a Court And liberall Largesse are growne somewhat light We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs For our affayres in hand if that come short Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters Whereto when they shall know what men are rich They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold And send them after to supply our wants For we will make for Ireland presently Enter Bushy Bushy what newes Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord Sodainly taken and hath sent post haste To entreat your Maiesty to visit him Ric. Where lyes he Bu. At Ely house Ric. Now put it heauen in his Physitians minde To helpe him to his graue immediately The lining of his coffers shall make Coates To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres Come Gentlemen let 's all go visit him Pray heauen we may make hast and come too late Exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Gaunt sicke with Yorke Gau. Will the King come that I may breath my last In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth Yor. Vex not your selfe nor striue not with your breth For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare Gau. Oh but they say the tongues of dying men Inforce attention like deepe harmony Where words are scarse they are seldome spent in vaine For they breath truth that breath their words in paine He that no more must say is listen'd more Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose More are mens ends markt then their liues before The setting Sun and Musicke is the close As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last Writ in remembrance more then things long past Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare Yor. No it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds As praises of his state then there are sound Lascâ—ious Meeters to whose venom sound The open eare of youth doth alwayes listen Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardie apish Nation Limpes after in base imitation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity So it be new there 's no respect how vile That is not quickly buz'd into his eares That all too late comes counsell to be heard Where will doth mutiny with wits regard Direct not him whose way himselfe will choose T is breath thou lackst and that breath wilt thou loose Gaunt Me thinkes I am a Prophet new inspir'd And thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of Ryot cannot last For violent fires soone burne out themselues Small showres last long but sodaine stormes are short He tyres betimes that spurs too
your Highnesse and yet punish too Grey Sir you shew great mercy if you giue him life After the taste of much correction King Alas your too much loue and care of me Are heauy Orisons ' gainst this poore wretch If little faults proceeding on distemper Shall not be wink'd at how shall we stretch our eye When capitall crimes chew'd swallow'd and digested Appeare before vs Wee 'l yet inlarge that man Though Cambridge Scroope and Gray in their deere care And tender preseruation of our person Wold haue him punish'd And now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. I one my Lord Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day Scro. So did you me my Liege Gray And I my Royall Soueraigne King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There yours Lord Scroope of Masham and Sir Knight Gray of Northumberland this same is yours Reade them and know I know your worthinesse My Lord of Westmerland and Vnkle Exeter We will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen What see you in those papers that you loose So much complexion Looke ye how they change Their cheekes are paper Why what reade you there That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood Out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy Gray Scro. To which we all appeale King The mercy that was quicke in vs but late By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd You must not dare for shame to talke of mercy For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying you See you my Princes and my Noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge heere You know how apt our loue was to accord To furnish with all appertinents Belonging to his Honour and this man Hath for a few light Crownes lightly conspir'd And sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs heere in Hampton To the which This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs Then Cambridge is hath likewise sworne But O What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope thou cruell Ingratefull sauage and inhumane Creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes That knew'st the very bottome of my soule That almost might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde Would'st thou haue practis'd on me for thy vse May it be possible that forraigne hyer Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill That might annoy my finger 'T is so strange That though the truth of it stands off as grosse As blacke and white my eye will scarsely see it Treason and murther euer kept together As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose Working so grossely in an naturall cause That admiration did not hoope at them But thou gainst all proportion didst bring in Wonder to waite on reason and on murther And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was That wrought vpon thee so preposterously Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence And other diuels that suggest by treasons Do botch and bungle vp damnation With patches colours and with formes being fetcht From glist'ring semblances of piety But he that temper'd thee bad thee stand vp Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world He might returne to vastie Tartar backe And tell the Legions I can neuer win A soule so easie as that Englishmans Oh how hast thou with iealousie infected The sweetnesse of affiance Shew men dutifull Why so didst thou seeme they graue and learned Why so didst thou Come they of Noble Family Why so didst thou Seeme they religious Why so didst thou Or are they spare in diet Free from grosse passion or of mirth or anger Constant in spirit not sweruing with the blood Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement Not working with the eye without the eare And but in purged iudgement trusting neither Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot To make thee full fraught man and best indued With some suspition I will weepe for thee For this reuolt of thine me thinkes is like Another fall of Man Their faults are open Arrest them to the answer of the Law And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Richard Earle of Cambridge I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Lord Scroope of Marsham I arrest thee of High Treason by the name of Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland Scro. Our purposes God iustly hath discouer'd And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue Although my body pay the price of it Cam. For me the Gold of France did not seduce Although I did admit it as a motiue The sooner to effect what I intended But God be thanked for preuention Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce Beseeching God and you to pardon mee Gray Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce At the discouery of most dangerous Treason Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe Preuented from a damned enterprize My fault but not my body pardon Soueraigne King God quit you in his mercy Hear your sentence You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd and from his Coffers Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter His Princes and his Peeres to seruitude His Subiects to oppression and contempt And his whole Kingdome into desolation Touching our person seeke we no reuenge But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender Whose ruine you sought that to her Lawes We do deliuer you Get you therefore hence Poore miserable wretches to your death The taste whereof God of his mercy giue You patience to indure and true Repentance Of all your deare offences Beare them hence Exit Now Lords for France the enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs like glorious We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre Since God so graciously hath brought to light This dangerous Treason lurking in our way To hinder our beginnings We doubt not now But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way Then forth deare Countreymen Let vs deliuer Our Puissance into the hand of God Putting it straight in expedition Chearely to Sea the signes of Warre aduance No King of England if not King of France Flourish Enter Pistoll Nim Bardolph Boy and Hostesse Hostesse ' Prythee honey sweet Husband let me bring thee to Staines Pistoll No for my manly heart doth erne Bardolph be blythe Nim rowse thy vaunting Veines Boy brissle thy Courage vp for Falstaffe hee is dead and wee must erne therefore Bard. Would I were with him wheresomere hee is eyther in Heauen or in Hell Hostesse Nay sure hee 's not in Hell hee 's in Arthurs Bosome if euer man went to Arthurs Bosome a made a finer end and went away and it had
from his mouth expressely Car. Till I finde more then will or words to do it I meane your malice know Officious Lords I dare and must deny it Now I feele Of what course Mettle ye are molded Enuy How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces As if it fed ye and how sleeke and wanton Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine Follow your enuious courses men of Malice You haue Christian warrant for 'em and no doubt In time will finde their fit Rewards That Seale You aske with such a Violence the King Mine and your Master with his owne hand gaue me Bad me enioy it with the Place and Honors During my life and to confirme his Goodnesse Ti'de it by Letters Patents Now who 'll take it Sur. The King that gaue it Car. It must be himselfe then Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor Priest Car. Proud Lord thou lyest Within these fortie houres Surrey durst better Haue burnt that Tongue then saide so Sur. Thy Ambition Thou Scarlet sinne robb'd this bewailing Land Of Noble Buckingham my Father-in-Law The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals With thee and all thy best parts bound together Weigh'd not a haire of his Plague of your policie You sent me Deputie for Ireland Farre from his succour from the King from all That might haue mercie on the fault thou gau'st him Whil'st your great Goodnesse out of holy pitty Absolu'd him with an Axe Wol. This and all else This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit I answer is most false The Duke by Law Found his deserts How innocent I was From any priuate malice in his end His Noble Iurie and foule Cause can witnesse If I lou'd many words Lord I should tell you You haue as little Honestie as Honor That in the way of Loyaltie and Truth Toward the King my euer Roiall Master Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be And all that loue his follies Sur. By my Soule Your long Coat Priest protects you Thou should'st feele My Sword i' th' life blood of thee else My Lords Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance And from this Fellow If we liue thus tamely To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet Farewell Nobilitie let his Grace go forward And dare vs with his Cap like Larkes Card. All Goodnesse Is poyson to thy Stomacke Sur. Yes that goodnesse Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one Into your owne hands Card'nall by Extortion The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets You writ to ' th Pope against the King your goodnesse Since you prouoke me shall be most notorious My Lord of Norfolke as you are truly Noble As you respect the common good the State Of our despis'd Nobilitie our Issues Whom if he liue will scarse be Gentlemen Produce the grand summe of his sinnes the Articles Collected from his life I le startle you Worse then the Sacring Bell when the browne Wench Lay kissing in your Armes Lord Cardinall Car. How much me thinkes I could despise this man But that I am bound in Charitie against it Nor. Those Articles my Lord are in the Kings hand But thus much they are foule ones Wol. So much fairer And spotlesse shall mine Innocence arise When the King knowes my Truth Sur. This cannot saue you I thanke my Memorie I yet remember Some of these Articles and out they shall Now if you can blush and crie guiltie Cardinall You 'l shew a little Honestie Wol. Speake on Sir I dare your worst Obiections If I blush It is to see a Nobleman want manners Sur. I had rather want those then my head Haue at you First that without the Kings assent or knowledge You wrought to be a Legate by which power You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops Nor. Then That in all you writ to Rome or else To Forraigne Princes Ego Rex meus Was still inscrib'd in which you brought the King To be your Seruant Suf. Then that without the knowledge Either of King or Councell when you went Ambassador to the Emperor you made bold To carry into Flanders the Great Seale Sur. Item You sent a large Commission To Gregory de Cassado to conclude Without the Kings will or the States allowance A League betweene his Highnesse and Ferrara Suf. That out of meere Ambition you haue caus'd Your holy-Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine Sur. Then That you haue sent inumerable substance By what meanes got I leaue to your owne conscience To furnish Rome and to prepare the wayes You haue for Dignities to the meere vndooing Of all the Kingdome Many more there are Which since they are of you and odious I will not taint my mouth with Cham. O my Lord Presse not a falling man too farre 't is Vertue His faults lye open to the Lawes let â—em Not you correct him My heart weepes to see him So little of his great Selfe Sur. I forgiue him Suf. Lord Cardinall the Kings further pleasure is Because all those things you haue done of late By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome Fall into ' th' compasse of a Premunire That therefore such a Writ be sued against you To forfeit all your Goods Lands Tenements Castles and whatsoeuer and to be Out of the Kings protection This is my Charge Nor. And so wee 'l leaue you to your Meditations How to liue better For your stubborne answer About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs The King shall know it and no doubt shal thanke you So fare you well my little good Lord Cardinall Exeunt all but Wolsey Wol. So farewell to the little good you beare me Farewell A long farewell to all my Greatnesse This is the state of Man to day he puts forth The tender Leaues of hopes to morrow Blossomes And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him The third day comes a Frost a killing Frost And when he thinkes good easie man full surely His Greatnesse is a ripening nippes his roote And then he fals as I do I haue ventur'd Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders This many Summers in a Sea of Glory But farre beyond my depth my high-blowne Pride At length broke vnder me and now ha's left me Weary and old with Seruice to the mercy Of a rude streame that must for euer hide me Vaine pompe and glory of this World I hate ye I feele my heart new open'd Oh how wretched Is that poore man that hangs on Princes fauours There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too That sweet Aspect of Princes and their ruine More pangs and feares then warres or women haue And when he falles he falles like Lucifer Neuer to hope againe Enter Cromwell standing amazed Why how now Cromwell Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir Car. What amaz'd At my misfortunes Can thy Spirit wonder A great man should decline Nay and you weep I am falne indeed Crom. How does your Grace Card. Why well Neuer so truly happy my good Cromwell I know my selfe now and I feele within
Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe And that I would not for a Cow God saue her Within Do you heare M. Porter Port. I shall be with you presently good M. Puppy Keepe the dore close Sirha Man What would you haue me doe Por. What should you doe But knock 'em downe by th' dozens Is this More fields to muster in Or haue wee some strange Indian with the great Toole come to Court the women so besiege vs Blesse me what a fry of Fornication is at dore On my Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a thousand here will bee Father God-father and all together Man The Spoones will be the bigger Sir There is a fellow somewhat neere the doore he should be a Brasier by his face for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog-dayes now reigne in 's Nose all that stand about him are vnder the Line they need no other pennance that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the head and three times was his Nose discharged against mee hee stands there like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberdashers Wife of small wit neere him that rail'd vpon me till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head for kindling such a combustion in the State I mist the Meteor once and hit that Woman who cryed out Clubbes when I might see from farre some forty Truncheoners draw to her succour which were the hope o' th' Strond where she was quartered they fell on I made good my place at length they came to th' broome staffe to me I defide 'em stil when sodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em loose shot deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles that I was faine to draw mine Honour in and let 'em win the Worke the Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse and fight for bitten Apples that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill or the Limbes of Limehouse their deare Brothers are able to endure I haue some of 'em in Limbo Patrum and there they are like to dance these three dayes besides the running Banquet of two Beadles that is to come Enter Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Mercy o' me what a Multitude are heere They grow still too from all Parts they are comming As if we kept a Faire heere Where are these Porters These lazy knaues Y' haue made a fine hand fellowes There 's a trim rabble let in are all these Your faithfull friends o' th' Suburbs We shall haue Great store of roome no doubt left for the Ladies When they passe backe from the Christening Por. And 't please your Honour We are but men and what so many may doe Not being torne a pieces we haue done An Army cannot rule ' em Cham. As I liue If the King blame me for 't I le lay ye all By th' heeles and sodainly and on your heads Clap round Fines for neglect y' are lazy knaues And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards when Ye should doe Seruice Harke the Trumpets sound Th' are come already from the Christening Go breake among the preasse and finde away out To let the Troope passe fairely or I le finde A Marshallsey shall hold ye play these two Monthes Por. Make way there for the Princesse Man You great fellow Stand close vp or I le make your head ake Por. You i' th' Chamblet get vp o' th' raile I le pecke you o're the pales esse Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Trumpets sounding Then two Aldermen L. Maior Garter Cranmer Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals Staffe Duke of Suffolke two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts Then foure Noblemen bearing a Canopy vnder which the Dutchesse of Norfolke Godmother bearing the Childe richly habited in a Mantle c. Traine borne by a Lady Then followes the Marchionesse Dorset the other Godmother and Ladies The Troope passe once about the Stage and Garter speakes Gart. Heauen From thy endlesse goodnesse send prosperous life Long and euer happie to the high and Mighty Princesse of England Elizabeth Flourish Enter King and Guard Cran. And to your Royall Grace the good Queen My Noble Partners and my selfe thus pray All comfort ioy in this most gracious Lady Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy May hourely fall vpon ye Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop What is her Name Cran. Elizabeth Kin. Stand vp Lord With this Kisse take my Blessing God protect thee Into whose hand I giue thy Life Cran. Amen Kin. My Noble Gossips y' haue beene too Prodigall I thanke ye heartily So shall this Lady When she ha's so much English Cran. Let me speake Sir For Heauen now bids me and the words I vtter Let none thinke Flattery for they 'l finde 'em Truth This Royall Infant Heauen still moue about her Though in her Cradle yet now promises Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings Which Time shall bring to ripenesse She shall be But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her And all that shall succeed Saba was neuer More couetous of Wisedome and faire Vertue Then this pure Soule shall be All Princely Graces That mould vp such a mighty Piece as this is With all the Vertues that attend the good Shall still be doubled on her Truth shall Nurse her Holy and Heauenly thoughts still Counsell her She shall be lou'd and fear'd Her owne shall blesse her Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne And hang their heads with sorrow Good growes with her In her dayes Euery Man shall eate in safety Vnder hâ—s owne Vine what he plants and sing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours God shall be truely knowne and those about her From her shall read the perfect way of Honour And by those claime their greatnesse not by Blood Nor shall this peace sleepe with her But as when The Bird of Wonder dyes the Mayden Phoenix Her Ashes new create another Heyre As great in admiration as her selfe So shall she leaue her Blessednesse to One When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes Who from the sacred Ashes of her Honour Shall Star-like rise as great in fame as she was And so stand fix'd Peace Plenty Loue Truth Terror That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant Shall then be his and like a Vine grow to him Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen shall shine His Honour and the greatnesse of his Name Shall be and make new Nations He shall flourish And like a Mountaine Cedar reach his branches To all the Plaines about him Our Childrens Children Shall see this and blesse Heauen Kin. Thou speakest wonders Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England An aged Princesse many dayes shall see her And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it Would I had knowne no more But she must dye She must the Saints must haue her yet a Virgin A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe To th' ground
loue still more For O loues Bow Shootes Bucke and Doe The Shaft confounds not that it wounds But tickles still the sore These Louers cry oh ho they dye Yet that which seemes the wound to kill Doth turne oh ho to ha ha he So dying loue liues still O ho a while but ha ha ha O ho grones out for ha ha ha hey ho. Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nose Par. He eates nothing but doues loue and that breeds hot bloud and hot bloud begets hot thoughts and hot thoughts beget hot deedes and hot deedes is loue Pan. Is this the generation of loue Hot bloud hot thoughts and hot deedes why they are Vipers is Loue a generation of Vipers Sweete Lord whose a field to day Par. Hector Deiphoebus Helenus Anthenor and all the gallantry of Troy I would faine haue arm'd to day but my Nell would not haue it so How chance my brother Troylus went not Hel. He hangs the lippe at something you know all Lord Pandarus Pan. Not I hony sweete Queene I long to heare how they sped to day You le remember your brothers excuse Par. To a hayre Pan. Farewell sweete Queene Hel. Commend me to your Neece Pan. I will sweete Queene Sound a retreat Par. They 're come from fielde let vs to Priams Hall To greete the Warriors Sweet Hellen I must woe you To helpe vnarme our Hector his stubborne Buckles With these your white enchanting fingers toucht Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele Or force of Greekish sinewes you shall doe more Then all the Iland Kings disarme great Hector Hel. 'T will make vs proud to be his seruant Paris Yea what he shall receiue of vs in duetie Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue Yea ouershines our selfe Sweete aboue thought I loue thee Exeunt Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man Pan. How now where 's thy Maister at my Couzen Cressidas Man No sir he stayes for you to conduct him thither Enter Troylus Pan. O here he comes How now how now Troy Sirra walke off Pan. Haue you seene my Cousin Troy No Pandarus I stalke about her doore Like a strange soule vpon the Stigian bankes Staying for waftage O be thou my Charon And giue me swift transportance to those fields Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds Propos'd for the deseruer O gentle Pandarus From Cupids shoulder plucke his painted wings And flye with me to Cressid Pan. Walke here i th' Orchard I le bring her straight Exit Pandarus Troy I am giddy expectation whirles me round Th' imaginary relish is so sweete That it inchants my sence what will it be When that the watry pallats taste indeede Loues thrice reputed Nectar Death I feare me Sounding distruction or some ioy too fine Too subtile potent and too sharpe in sweetnesse For the capacitie of my ruder powers I feare it much and I doe feare besides That I shall loose distinction in my ioyes As doth a battaile when they charge on heapes The enemy flying Enter Pandarus Pan. Shee 's making her ready shee le come straight you must be witty now she does so blush fetches her winde so short as if she were fraid with a sprite I le fetch her it is the prettiest villaine she fetches her breath so short as a new tane Sparrow Exit Pandâ— Troy Euen such a passion doth imbrace my bosome My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulse And all my powers doe their bestowing loose Like vassâ—lage at vnawares encountring The eye of Maiestie Enter Pandarus and Cressida Pan. Come come what neede you blush Shames a babie here she is now sweare the oathes now to her that you haue sworne to me What are you gone againe you must be watcht ere you be made tame must you come your wayes come your wayes and you draw backward wee le put you i' th fils why doe you not speak to her Come draw this curtaine let 's see your picture Alasse the day how loath you are to offend day light and 't were darke you 'ld close sooner So so rub on and kisse the mistresse how now a kisse in fee-farme build there Carpenter the ayre is sweete Nay you shall fight your hearts out ere I part you The Faulcon as the Tercell for all the Ducks i th Riuer go too go too Troy You haue bereft me of all words Lady Pan. Words pay no debts giue her deedes but shee le bereaue you ' o th' deeds too if shee call your actiuity in question what billing againe here 's in witnesse whereof the Parties interchangeably Come in come in I le go get a fire Cres Will you walke in my Lord Troy O Cressida how often haue I wisht me thus Cres Wisht my Lord the gods grant O my Lord. Troy What should they grant what makes this pretty abruption what too curious dreg espies my sweete Lady in the fountaine of our loue Cres More dregs then water if my eares haue eyes Troy Feares make diuels of Cherubins they neuer see truely Cres Blinde feare that seeing reason leads findes safe footing then blinde reason stumbling without feare to feare the worst oft cures the worse Troy Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare In all Cupids Pageant there is presented no monster Cres Not nothing monstrous neither Troy Nothing but our vndertakings when we vowe to weepe seas liue in fire eate rockes tame Tygers thinking it harder for our Mistresse to deuise imposition inough then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie imposed This is the monstruositie in loue Lady that the will is infinite and the execution confin'd that the desire is boundlesse and the act a slaue to limit Cres They say all Louers sweare more performance then they are able and yet reserue an ability that they neuer performe vowing more then the perfection of ten and discharging lesse then the tenth part of one They that haue the voyce of Lyons and the act of Hares are they not Monsters Troy Are there such such are not we Praise vs as we are tasted allow vs as we proue our head shall goe bare till merit crowne it no perfection in reuersion shall haue a praise in present wee will not name desert before his birth and being borne his addition shall be humble few words to faire faith Troylus shall be such to Cressid as what enuie can say worst shall be a mocke for his truth and what truth can speake truest not truer then Troylus Cres Will you walke in my Lord Enter Pandarus Pan. What blushing still haue you not done talking yet Cres Well Vnckle what folly I commit I dedicate to you Pan. I thanke you for that if my Lord get a Boy of you you le giue him me be true to my Lord if he flinch chide me for it Tro. You know now your hostages your Vnckles word and my firme faith Pan. Nay I le giue my word for her too our kindred though they be long ere they are wooed they are constant being
Cemitar I le coole to morrow Patroclus let vs Feast him to the hight Pat. Heere comes Thersites Enter Thersites Achil. How now thou core of Enuy Thou crusty batch of Nature what 's the newes Ther. Why thou picture of what thou seem'st I doll of Ideot-worshippers here 's a Letter for thee Achil. From whence Fragment Ther. Why thou full dish of Foole from Troy Pat. Who keepes the Tent now Ther. The Surgeons box or the Patients wound Patr. Well said aduersity and what need these tricks Ther. Prythee be silent boy I profit not by thy talke thou art thought to be Achilles male Varlot Patro. Male Varlot you Rogue What 's that Ther. Why his masculine Whore Now the rotten diseases of the South guts-griping Ruptures Catarres Loades a grauell i' th' backe Lethargies cold Palsies and the like take and take againe such prepostrous discoueries Pat. Why thou damnable box of enuy thou what mean'st thou to curse thus Ther. Do I curse thee Patr. Why no you ruinous But you whorson indistinguishable Curre Ther. No why art thou then exasperate thou idle immateriall skiene of Sleyd silke thou greene Sarcenet flap for a sore eye thou tassell of a Prodigals purse thou Ah how the poore world is pestred with such water-flies diminutiues of Nature Pat. Out gall Ther. Finch Egge Ach. My sweet Patroclus I am thwarted quite From my great purpose in to morrowes battell Heere is a Letter from Queene Hecuba A token from her daughter my faire Loue Both taxing me and gaging me to keepe An Oath that I haue sworne I will not breake it Fall Greekes faile Fame Honor or go or stay My maior vow lyes heere this I le obay Come come Thersites helpe to trim my Tent This night in banquetting must all be spent Away Patroclus Exit Ther. With too much bloud and too little Brain these two may run mad but if with too much braine and too little blood they do I le be a curer of madmen Heere 's Agamemnon an honest fellow enough and one that loues Quailes but he has not so much Braine as eare-wax and the goodly transformation of Iupiter there his Brother the Bull the primatiue Statue and oblique memoriall of Cuckolds a thrifty shooing-horne in a chaine hanging at his Brothers legge to what forme but that he is shold wit larded with malice and malice forced with wit turne him too to an Asse were nothing hee is both Asse and Oxe to an Oxe were nothing hee is both Oxe and Asse to be a Dogge a Mule a Cat a Fitchew a Toade a Lizard an Owle a Puttocke or a Herring without a Roe I would not care but to be Menelaus I would conspire against Destiny Aske me not what I would be if I were not Thersites sot I care not to bee the lowse of a Lazar so I were not Menelaus Hoy-day spirits and fires Enter Hector Aiax Agamemnon Vlysses Nestor Diomed with Lights Aga. We go wrong we go wrong Aiax No yonder'tis there where we see the light Hect. I trouble you Aiax No not a whit Enter Achilles Vlys Heere comes himselfe to guide you Achil. Welcome braue Hector welcome Princes all Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy I bid goodnight Aiax commands the guard to tend on you Hect. Thanks and goodnight to the Greeks general Men. Goodnight my Lord. Hect. Goodnight sweet Lord Menelaus Ther. Sweet draught sweet quoth-a sweet sinke sweet sure Achil. Goodnight and welcom both at once to those that go or tarry Aga. Goodnight Achil. Old Nestor tarries and you too Diomed Keepe Hector company an houre or two Dio. I cannot Lord I haue important businesse The tide whereof is now goodnight great Hector Hect. Giue me your hand Vlys Follow his Torch he goes to Chalcas Tent I le keepe you company Troy Sweet sir you honour me Hect. And so good night Achil. Come come enter my Tent. Exeunt Ther. That same Diomed's a false-hearted Rogue a most vniust Knaue I will no more trust him when hee leeres then I will a Serpent when he hisses he will spend his mouth promise like Brabler the Hound but when he performes Astronomers foretell it that it is prodigious there will come some change the Sunne borrowes of the Moone when Diomed keepes his word I will rather leaue to see Hector then not to dogge him they say he keepes a Troyan Drab and vses the Traitour Chalcas his Tent. I le after Nothing but Letcherie All incontinent Varlets Exeunt Enter Diomed. Dio. What are you vp here ho speake Chal. Who cals Dio. Diomed Chalcas I thinke wher 's you Daughter Chal. She comes to you Enter Troylus and Vlisses Vlis Stand where the Torch may not discouer vs. Enter Cressid Troy Cressid comes forth to him Dio. How now my charge Cres Now my sweet gardian harke a word with you Troy Yea so familiar Vlis She will sing any man at first sight Ther. And any man may finde her if he can take her life she 's noted Dio. Will you remember Cal. Remember yes Dio. Nay but doe then and let your minde be coupled with your words Troy What should she remember Vlis List Cres Sweete hony Greek tempt me no more to folly Ther. Roguery Dio. Nay then Cres I le tell you what Dio. Fo fo come tell a pin you are a forsworne Cres In faith I cannot what would you haue me do Ther. A iugling tricke to be secretly open Dio. What did you sweare you would bestow on me Cres I prethee do not hold me to mine oath Bid me doe not any thing but that sweete Greeke Dio. Good night Troy Hold patience Vlis How now Troian Cres Diomed. Dio. No no good night I le be your foole no more Troy Thy better must Cres Harke one word in your eare Troy O plague and madnesse Vlis You are moued Prince let vs depart I pray you Lest your displeasure should enlarge it selfe To wrathfull tearmes this place is dangerous The time right deadly I beseech you goe Troy Behold I pray you Vlis Nay good my Lord goe off You flow to great distraction come my Lord Troy I pray thee stay Vlis You haue not patience come Troy I pray you stay by hell and hell torments I will not speake a word Dio. And so good night Cres Nay but you part in anger Troy Doth that grieue thee O withered truth Vlis Why how now Lord Troy By Ioue I will be patient Cres Gardian why Greeke Dio. Fo fo adew you palter Cres In faith I doe not come hither once againe Vlis You shake my Lord at something will you goe you will breake out Troy She stroakes his cheeke Vlis Come come Troy Nay stay by Ioue I will not speake a word There is betweene my will and all offences A guard of patience stay a little while Ther. How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and potato finger tickles these together frye lechery frye Dio. But will you then Cres In faith I will lo neuer trust
To buy and sell with Groats to shew bare heads In Congregations to yawne be still and wonder When one but of my ordinance stood vp To speake of Peace or Warre I talke of you Why did you wish me milder Would you haue me False to my Nature Rather say I play The man I am Volum. Oh sir sir sir I would haue had you put your power well on Before you had worne it out Corio Let go Vol. You might haue beene enough the man you are With striuing lesse to be so Lesser had bin The things of your dispositions if You had not shew'd them how ye were dispos'd Ere they lack'd power to crosse you Corio Let them hang. Volum I and burne too Enter Menenius with the Senators Men. Come come you haue bin too rough somthing too rough you must returne and mend it Sen. There 's no remedy Vnlesse by not so doing our good Citie Cleaue in the midd'st and perish Volum Pray be counsail'd I haue a heart as little apt as yours But yet a braine that leades my vse of Anger To better vantage Mene. Well said Noble woman Before he should thus stoope to ' th' heart but that The violent fit a' th' time craues it as Physicke For the whole State I would put mine Armour on Which I can scarsely beare Corio What must I do Mene. Returne to th' Tribunes Corio Well what then what then Mene. Repent what you haue spoke Corio For them I cannot do it to the Gods Must I then doo 't to them Volum You are too absolute Though therein you can neuer be too Noble But when extremities speake I haue heard you say Honor and Policy like vnseuer'd Friends I' th' Warre do grow together Grant that and tell me In Peace what each of them by th' other loose That they combine not there Corio Tush tush Mene. A good demand Volum. If it be Honor in your Warres to seeme The same you are not which for your best ends You adopt your policy How is it lesse or worse That it shall hold Companionship in Peace With Honour as in Warre since that to both It stands in like request Corio Why force you this Volum. Because that Now it lyes you on to speake to th' people Not by your owne instruction nor by ' th' matter Which your heart prompts you but with such words That are but roated in your Tongue Though but Bastards and Syllables Of no allowance to your bosomes truth Now this no more dishonors you at all Then to take in a Towne with gentle words Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood I would dissemble with my Nature where My Fortunes and my Friends at stake requir'd I should do so in Honor. I am in this Your Wife your Sonne These Senators the Nobles And you will rather shew our generall Lowts How you can frowne then spend a fawne vpon 'em For the inheritance of their loues and safegard Of what that want might ruine Menen Noble Lady Come goe with vs speake faire you may salue so Not what is dangerous present but the losse Of what is past Volum. I pry thee now my Sonne Goe to them with this Bonnet in thy hand And thus farre hauing stretcht it here be with them Thy Knee bussing the stones for in such businesse Action is eloquence and the eyes of th' ignorant More learned then the eares wauing thy head Which often thus correcting thy stout heart Now humble as the ripest Mulberry That will not hold the handling or say to them Thou art their Souldier and being bred in broyles Hast not the soft way which thou do'st confesse Were fit for thee to vse as they to clayme In asking their good loues but thou wilt frame Thy selfe forsooth hereafter theirs so farre As thou hast power and person Menen This but done Euen as she speakes why their hearts were yours For they haue Pardons being ask'd as free As words to little purpose Volum Prythee now Goe and be rul'd although I know thou hadst rather Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe Then flatter him in a Bower Enter Cominius Here is Cominius Com. I haue beene i' th' Market place and Sir 't is fit You make strong partie or defend your selfe By calmenesse or by absence all 's in anger Menen Onely faire speech Com. I thinke 't will serue if he can thereto frame his spirit Volum He must and will Prythee now say you will and goe about it Corio Must I goe shew them my vnbarb'd Sconce Must I with my base Tongue giue to my Noble Heart A Lye that it must beare well I will doo 't Yet were there but this single Plot to loose This Mould of Martius they to dust should grinde it And throw 't against the Winde Toth ' Market place You haue put me now to such a part which neuer I shall discharge toth ' Life Com. Come come wee 'le prompt you Volum I prythee now sweet Son as thou hast said My praises made thee first a Souldier so To haue my praise for this performe a part Thou hast not done before Corio Well I must doo 't Away my disposition and possesse me Some Harlots spirit My throat of Warre be turn'd Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe Small as an Eunuch or the Virgin voyce That Babies lull a-sleepe The smiles of Knaues Tent in my cheekes and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp The Glasses of my sight A Beggars Tongue Make motion through my Lips and my Arm'd knees Who bow'd but in my Stirrop bend like his That hath receiu'd an Almes I will not doo 't Leaft I surcease to honor mine owne truth And by my Bodies action teach my Minde A most inherent Basenesse Volum At thy choice then To begge of thee it is my more dis-honor Then thou of them Come all to ruine let Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride then feare Thy dangerous Stoutnesse for I mocke at death With as bigge heart as thou Do as thou list Thy Valiantnesse was mine thou suck'st it from me But owe thy Pride thy selfe Corio Pray be content Mother I am going to the Market place Chide me no more I le Mountebanke their Loues Cogge their Hearts from them and come home belou'd Of all the Trades in Rome Looke I am going Commend me to my Wife I le returne Consull Or neuer trust to what my Tongue can do I' th way of Flattery further Volum Do your will Exit Volumnia Com. Away the Tribunes do attend you arm your self To answer mildely for they are prepar'd With Accusations as I heare more strong Then are vpon you yet Corio The word is Mildely Pray you let vs go Let them accuse me by inuention I Will answer in mine Honor. Menen I but mildely Corio Well mildely be it then Mildely Exeunt Enter Sicinius and Brutus Bru. In this point charge him home that he affects Tyrannicall power If he euade vs there Inforce him with his enuy to the people And
the stout Norweyan Rankes Nothing afeard of what thy selfe didst make Strange Images of death as thick as Tale Can post with post and euery one did beare Thy prayses in his Kingdomes great defence And powr'd them downe before him Ang. Wee are sent To giue thee from our Royall Master thanks Onely to harrold thee into his sight Not pay thee Rosse And for an earnest of a greater Honor He bad me from him call thee Thane of Cawdor In which addition haile most worthy Thane For it is thine Banq. What can the Deuill speake true Macb. The Thane of Cawdor liues Why doe you dresse me in borrowed Robes Ang. Who was the Thane liues yet But vnder heauie Iudgement beares that Life Which he deserues to loose Whether he was combin'd with those of Norway Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe And vantage or that with both he labour'd In his Countreyes wracke I know not But Treasons Capitall confess'd and prou'd Haue ouerthrowne him Macb. Glamys and Thane of Cawdor The greatest is behinde Thankes for your paines Doe you not hope your Children shall be Kings When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me Promis'd no lesse to them Banq. That trusted home Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne Besides the Thane of Cawdor But 't is strange And oftentimes to winne vs to our harme The Instruments of Darknesse tell vs Truths Winne vs with honest Trifles to betray 's In deepest consequence Cousins a word I pray you Macb. Two Truths are told As happy Prologues to the swelling Act Of the Imperiall Theame I thanke you Gentlemen This supernaturall solliciting Cannot be ill cannot be good If ill why hath it giuen me earnest of successe Commencing in a Truth I am Thane of Cawdor If good why doe I yeeld to that suggestion Whose horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire And make my seated Heart knock at my Ribbes Against the vse of Nature Present Feares Are lesse then horrible Imaginings My Thought whose Murther yet is but fantasticall Shakes so my single state of Man That Function is smother'd in surmise And nothing is but what is not Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt Macb. If Chance will haue me King Why Chance may Crowne me Without my stirre Banq. Now Honors come vpon him Like our strange Garments cleaue not to their mould But with the aid of vse Macb. Come what come may Time and the Houre runs through the roughest Day Banq. Worthy Macbeth wee stay vpon your leysure Macb. Giue me your fauour My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten Kinde Gentlemen your paines are registred Where euery day I turne the Lease To reade them Let vs toward the King thinke vpon What hath chanc'd and at more time The Interim hauing weigh'd it let vs speake Our free Hearts each to other Banq. Very gladly Macb. Till then enough Come friends Exeunt Scena Quarta Flourish Enter King Lenox Malcolme Donalbaine and Attendants King Is execution done on Cawdor Or not those in Commission yet return'd Mal. My Liege they are not yet come back But I haue spoke with one that saw him die Who did report that very frankly hee Confess'd his Treasons implor'd your Highnesse Pardon And set forth a deepe Repentance Nothing in his Life became him Like the leauing it Hee dy'de As one that had beene studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd As 't were a carelesse Trifle King There 's no Art To finde the Mindes construction in the Face He was a Gentleman on whom I built An absolute Trust Enter Macbeth Banquo Rosse and Angus O worthyest Cousin The sinne of my Ingratitude euen now Was heauie on me Thou art so farre before That swiftest Wing of Recompence is slow To ouertake thee Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd That the proportion both of thanks and payment Might haue beene mine onely I haue left to say More is thy due then more then all can pay Macb. The seruice and the loyaltie I owe In doing it payes it selfe Your Highnesse part is to receiue our Duties And our Duties are to your Throne and State Children and Seruants which doe but what they should By doing euery thing safe toward your Loue And Honor. King Welcome hither I haue begun to plant thee and will labour To make thee full of growing Noble Banquo That hast no lesse deseru'd nor must be knowne No lesse to haue done so Let me enfold thee And hold thee to my Heart Banq. There if I grow The Haruest is your owne King My plenteous Ioyes Wanton in fulnesse seeke to hide themselues In drops of sorrow Sonnes Kinsmen Thanes And you whose places are the nearest know We will establish our Estate vpon Our eldest Malcolme whom we name hereafter The Prince of Cumberland which Honor must Not vnaccompanied inuest him onely But signes of Noblenesse like Starres shall shine On all deseruers From hence to Envernes And binde vs further to you Macb. The Rest is Labor which is not vs'd for you I le be my selfe the Herbenger and make ioyfull The hearing of my Wife with your approach So humbly take my leaue King My worthy Cawdor Macb. The Prince of Cumberland that is a step On which I must fall downe or else o're-leape For in my way it lyes Starres hide your fires Let not Light see my black and deepe desires The Eye winke at the Hand yet let that bee Which the Eye feares when it is done to see Exit King True worthy Banquo he is full so valiant And in his commendations I am fed It is a Banquet to me Let 's after him Whose care is gone before to bid vs welcome It is a peerelesse Kinsman Flourish Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Macbeths Wife alone with a Letter Lady They met me in the day of successe and I haue learn'd by the perfect'st report they haue more in them then mortall knowledge When I burnt in desire to question them further they made themselues Ayre into which they vanish'd Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it came Missiues from the King who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor by which Title before these weyward Sisters saluted me and referrâ—d me to the comming on of time with haile King that shalt be This haue I thought good to deliuer thee my dearest Partner of Greatnesse that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing by being ignorant of what Greatnesse is promis'd thee Lay it to thy heart and farewell Glamys thou art and Cawdor and shalt be What thou art promis'd yet doe I feare thy Nature It is too full o' th' Milke of humane kindnesse To catch the neerest way Thou would'st be great Art not without Ambition but without The illnesse should attend it What thou would'st highly That would'st thou holily would'st not play false And yet would'st wrongly winne thou ld'st haue great Glamys that which cryes Thus thou must doe if thou haue it And that which rather thou do'st feare to doe Then wishest should be vndone
my bare-head Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes Giuen to Captiuitie me and my vtmost hopes I should haue found in some place of my Soule A drop of patience But alas to make me The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne To point his slow and mouing finger at Yet could I beare that too well very well But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart Where either I must liue or beare no life The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes Or else dries vp to be discarded thence Or keepe it as a Cesterne for foule Toades To knot and gender in Turne thy complexion there Patience thou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin I heere looke grim as hell Des I hope my Noble Lord esteemes me honest Othâ— Oh I as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles That quicken euen with blowing Oh thou weed Who art so louely faire and smell'st so sweete That the Sense akes at thee Would thou had'st neuer bin borne Des Alas what ignorant sin haue I committed Othe Was this faire Paper This most goodly Booke Made to write Whore vpon What commited Committed Oh thou publicke Commoner I should make very Forges of my cheekes That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie Did I but speake thy deedes What commited Heauen stoppes the Nose at it and the Moone winks The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth And will not hear 't What commited Des By Heauen you do me wrong Othe Are not you a Strumpet Des No as I am a Christian If to preserue this vessell for my Lord From any other foule vnlawfull touch Be not to be a Strumpet I am none Othe What not a Whore Des No as I shall be sau'd Othe Is' t possible Des Oh Heauen forgiue vs. Othe I cry you mercy then I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice That married with Othello You Mistris Enter Aemilia That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter And keepes the gate of hell You you I you We haue done our course there 's money for your paines I pray you turne the key and keepe our counsaile Exit Aemil. Alas what do'â— this Gentleman conceiue How do you Madam how do you my good Lady Des Faith halfe a sleepe Aemi. Good Madam What 's the matter with my Lord Des With who Aemil. Why with my Lord Madam Des Who is thy Lord Aemil. He that is yours sweet Lady Des I haue none do not talke to me Aemilia I cannot weepe nor answeres haue I none But what should go by water Prythee to night Lay on my bed my wedding sheetes remember And call thy husband hither Aemil. Heere 's a change indeed Exit Des 'T is meete I should be vs'd so very meete How haue I bin behau'd that he might sticke The small'st opinion on my least misvse Enter Iago and Aemilia Iago What is your pleasure Madam How is' t with you Des I cannot tell those that do teach yong Babes Do it with gentle meanes and easie taskes He might haue chid me so for in good faith I am a Child to chiding Iago What is the matter Lady Aemil. Alas Iago my Lord hath so bewhor'd her Throwne such dispight and heauy termes vpon her That true hearâ—s cannot beare it Des Am I that name Iago Iago What name faire Lady Des Such as she said my Lord did say I was Aemil. He call'd her whore a Begger in his drinke Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet Iago Why did he so Des I do not know I am sure I am none such Iago Do not weepe do not weepe alas the day Aemil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches Her Father And her Country And her Friends To be call'd Whore Would it not make one weepe Des It is my wretched Fortune Iago Beshrew him for 't How comes this Tricke vpon him Des Nay Heauen doth know Aemi. I will be hang'd if some eternall Villaine Some busie and insinuating Rogue Some cogging cozening Slaue to get some Office Haue not deuis'd this Slander I will be hang'd else Iago Fie there is no such man it is impossible Des If any such there be Heauen pardon him Aemil. A halter pardon him And hell gnaw his bones Why should he call her Whore Who keepes her companie What Place What Time What Forme What liklyhood The Moore 's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue Some base notorious Knaue some scuruy Fellow Oh Heauens that such companions thou 'd'st vnfold And put in euery honest hand a whip To lash the Rascalls naked through the world Euen from the East to th' West Iago Speake within doore Aemil. Oh fie vpon them some such Squire he was That turn'd your wit the seamy-side without And made you to suspect me with the Moore Iago You are a Foole go too Des Alas Iago What shall I do to win my Lord againe Good Friend go to him for by this light of Heauen I know not how I lost him Heere I kneele If ere my will did trespasse ' gainst his Loue Either in discourse of thought or actuall deed Or that mine Eyes mine Eares or any Sence Delighted them or any other Forme Or that I do not yet and euer did And euer will though he do shake me off To beggerly diuorcement Loue him deerely Comfort forsweare me Vnkindnesse may do much And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore It do's abhorre me now I speake the word To do the Act that might the addition earne Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me Iago I pray you be content 't is but his humour The businesse of the State do's him offence Des If 't were no other Iago It is but so I warrant Hearke how these Instruments summon to supper The Messengers of Venice staies the meate Go in and weepe not all things shall be well Exeunt Desdemona and Aemilia Enter Rodorigo How now Rodorigo Rod. I do not finde That thou deal'st iustly with me Iago What in the contrarie Rodori Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise Iago and rather as it seemes to me now keep'st from me all conueniencie then suppliest me with the least aduantage of hope I will indeed no longer endure it Nor am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace what already I haue foolishly suffred Iago Will you heare me Rodorigo Rodori I haue heard too much and your words and Performances are no kin together Iago You charge me most vniustly Rodo. With naught but truth I haue wasted my selfe out of my meanes The Iewels you haue had from me to deliuer Desdemona would halfe haue corrupted a Votarist You haue told me she hath receiu'd them and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine respect and acquaintance but I finde none Iago Well go too very well Rod. Very well go too I cannot go too man nor t is not very well Nay I think it is scuruy and begin to finde
but next day I told him of my selfe which was as much As to haue askt him pardon Let this Fellow Be nothing of our strife if we contend Out of our question wipe him Caesar You haue broken the Article of your oath which you shall neuer haue tongue to charge me with Lep. Soft Caesar Ant. No Lepidus let him speake The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now Supposing that I lackt it but on Caesar The Article of my oath Caesar To lend me Armes and aide when I requir'd them the which you both denied Anth. Neglected rather And then when poysoned houres had bound me vp From mine owne knowledge as neerely as I may I le play the penitent to you But mine honesty Shall not make poore my greatnesse nor my power Worke without it Truth is that Fuluia To haue me out of Egypt made Warres heere For which my selfe the ignorant motiue do So farre aâ—ke pardon as befits mine Honour To stoope in such a case Lep. 'T is Noble spoken Mece If it might please you to enforce no further The griefes betweene ye to forget them quite Were to remember that the present neede Speakes to attone you Lep. Worthily spoken Mecenas Enobar Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the instant you may when you heare no more words of Pompey returne it againe you shall haue time to wrangle in when you haue nothing else to do Anth. Thou art a Souldier onely speake no more Enob. That trueth should be silent I had almost forgot Anth. You wrong this presence therefore speake no more Enob. Go too then your Considerate stone Caesar I do not much dislike the matter but The manner of his speech for 't cannot be We shall remaine in friendship our conditions So diffring in their acts Yet if I knew What Hoope should hold vs staunch from edge to edge A th' world I would persue it Agri. Giue me leaue Caesar Caesar Speake Agrippa Agri. Thou hast a Sister by the Mothers side admir'd Octauia Great Mark Anthony is now a widdower Caesar Say not say Agrippa if Cleopater heard you your proofe were well deserued of rashnesse Anth. I am not marryed Caesar let me heere Agrippa further speake Agri. To hold you in perpetuall amitie To make you Brothers and to knit your hearts With an vn-slipping knot take Anthony Octauia to his wife whose beauty claimes No worse a husband then the best of men whose Vertue and whose generall graces speake That which none else can vtter By this marriage All little Ielousies which now seeme great And all great feares which now import their dangers Would then be nothing Truth 's would be tales Where now halfe tales be truth's her loue to both Would each to other and all loues to both Draw after her Pardon what I haue spoke For 't is a studied not a present thought By duty ruminated Anth. Will Caesar speake Caesar Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht With what is spoke already Anth. What power is in Agrippa If I would say Agrippa be it so To make this good Caesar The power of Caesar And his power vnto Octauia Anth. May I neuer To this good purpose that so fairely shewes Dreame of impediment let me haue thy hand Further this act of Grace and from this houre The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues And sway our great Designes Caesar There 's my hand A Sister I bequeath you whom no Brother Did euer loue so deerely Let her liue To ioyne our kingdomes and our hearts and neuer Flie off our Loues againe Lepi. Happily Amen Ant. I did not think to draw my Sword ' gainst Pompey For he hath laid strange courtesies and great Of late vpon me I must thanke him onely Least my remembrance suffer ill report At heele of that defie him Lepi. Time cals vpon 's Of vs must Pompey presently be sought Or else he seekes out vs. Anth. Where lies he Caesar About the Mount-Mesena Anth. What is his strength by land Caesar Great and encreasing But by Sea he is an absolute Master Anth. So is the Fame Would we had spoke together Hast we for it Yet ere we put our selues in Armes dispatch we The businesse we haue talkt of Caesar With most gladnesse And do inuite you to my Sisters view Whether straight I le lead you Anth. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie Lep. Noble Anthony not sickenesse should detaine me Flourish Exit omnes Manet Enobarbus Agrippa Mecenas Mec. Welcome from Aegypt Sir Eno. Halfe the heart of Caesar worthy Mecenas My honourable Friend Agrippa Agri. Good Enobarbus Mece We haue cause to be glad that matters are so well disgested you staid will by 't in Egypt Enob. I Sir we did sleepe day out of countenaunce and made the night light with drinking Mece Eight Wilde-Boares rosted whole at a breakfast and but twelue persons there Is this true Eno. This was but as a Flye by an Eagle we had much more monstrous matter of Feast which worthily deserued noting Mecenas She 's a most triumphant Lady if report be square to her Enob. When she first met Marke Anthony she purst vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis Agri. There she appear'd indeed or my reporter deuis'd well for her Eno. I will tell you The Barge she sat in like a burnisht Throne Burnt on the water the Poope was beaten Gold Purple the Sailes and so perfumed that The Windes were Loue-sicke With them the Owers were Siluer Which to the tune of Flutes kept stroke and made The water which they beate to follow faster As amorous of their strokes For her owne person It beggerd all discription she did lye In her Pauillion cloth of Gold of Tissue O're-picturing that Venns where we see The fancie out-worke Nature On each side her Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes like smiling Cupids With diuers coulour'd Fannes whose winde did seeme To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole And what they vndid did Agrip. Oh rare for Anthony Eno. Her Gentlewoman like the Nereides So many Mer-maides tended her i' th' eyes And made their bends adornings At the Helme A seeming Mer-maide steeres The Silken Tackle Swell with the touches of those Flower-soft hands That yarely frame the office From the Barge A strange inuisible perfume hits the sense Of the adiacent Wharfes The Citty cast Her people out vpon her and Anthony Enthron'd i' th' Market-place did sit alone Whisling to ' th' ayre which but for vacancie Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too And made a gap in Nature Agri. Rare Egiptian Eno. Vpon her landing Anthony sent to her Inuited her to Supper she replyed It should be better he became her guest Which she entreated our Courteous Anthony Whom nere the word of no woman hard speake Being barber'd ten times o're goes to the Feast And for his ordinary paies his heart For what his eyes eate onely Agri. Royall Wench She made great Caesar lay his Sword to bed He ploughed her and she cropt Eno.
whil'st it was mine had annext vntoo 't A Million moe now lost shee Eros has Packt Cards with Caesars and false plaid my Glory Vnto an Enemies triumph Nay weepe not gentle Eros there is left vs Our selues to end our selues Enter Mardian Oh thy vilde Lady she has rob'd me of my Sword Mar. No Anthony My Mistris lou'd thee and her Fortunes mingled With thine intirely Ant Hence sawcy Eunuch peace she hath betraid me And shall dye the death Mar. Death of one person can be paide but once And that she ha's discharg'd What thou would'st do Is done vnto thy hand the last she spake Was Anthony most Noble Anthony Then in the midd'st a tearing grone did breake The name of Anthony it was diuided Betweene her heart and lips she rendred life Thy name so buried in her Ant. Dead then Mar. Dead Ant. Vnarme Eros the long dayes taske is done And we must sleepe That thou depart'st hence safe Does pay thy labour richly Go. exit Mardian Off plucke off The seuen-fold shield of Aiax cannot keepe The battery from my heart Oh cleaue my sides Heart once be stronger then thy Continent Cracke thy fraile Case Apace Eros apace No more a Soldier bruised peeces go You haue bin Nobly borne From me awhile exit Eros I will o're-take thee Cleopatra and Weepe for my pardon So it must be for now All length is Torture since the Torch is out Lye downe and stray no farther Now all labour Marres what it does yea very force entangles It selfe with strength Seale then and all is done Eros I come my Queene Eros Stay for me Where Soules do couch on Flowers wee 'l hand in hand And with our sprightly Port make the Ghostes gaze Dido and her Aeneas shall want Troopes And all the haunt be ours Come Eros Eros Enter Eros Eros What would my Lord Ant. Since Cleopatra dyed I haue liu'd in such dishonour that the Gods Detest my basenesse I that with my Sword Quarter'd the World and o're greene Neptunes backe With Ships made Cities condemne my selfe to lacke The Courage of a Woman lesse Noble minde Then she which by her death our Caesar telles I am Conqueror of my selfe Thou art sworne Eros That when the exigent should come which now Is come indeed When I should see behinde me Th' ineuitable prosecution of disgrace and horror That on my command thou then would'st kill me Doo 't the time is come Thou strik'st not me 'T is Caesar thou defeat'st Put colour in thy Cheeke Eros The Gods with-hold me Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts Though Enemy lost ayme and could not Ant. Eros Would'st thou be window'd in great Rome and see Thy Master thus with pleacht Armes bending downe His corrigible necke his face subdu'de To penetratiue shame whil'st the wheel'd seate Of Fortunate Caesar drawne before him branded His Basenesse that ensued Eros I would not see 't Ant. Come then for with a wound I must be cur'd Draw that thy honest Sword which thou hast worne Most vsefull for thy Country Eros Oh sir pardon me Ant. When I did make thee free swor'st y u not then To do this when I bad thee Do it at once Or thy precedent Seruices are all But accidents vnpurpos'd Draw and come Eros Turne from me then that Noble countenance Wherein the worship of the whole world lyes Ant. Loe thee Eros My sword is drawne Ant. Then let it do at once The thing why thou hast drawne it Eros My deere Master My Captaine and my Emperor Let me say Before I strike this bloody stroke Farwell Ant. 'T is said man and farewell Eros Farewell great Chiefe Shall I strike now Ant. Now Eros Killes himselfe Eros Why there then Thus I do escape the sorrow of Anthonies death Ant. Thrice-Nobler then my selfe Thou teachest me Oh valiant Eros what I should and thou could'st not my Queene and Eros Haue by their braue instruction got vpon me A Noblenesse in Record But I will bee A Bride-groome in my death and run intoo 't As to a Louers bed Come then and Eros Thy Master dies thy Scholler to do thus I learnt of thee How not dead Not dead The Guard how Oh dispatch me Enter a Guard 1. Guard What 's the noise Ant. I haue done my worke ill Friends Oh make an end of what I haue begun 2 The Starre is falne 1 And time is at his Period All. Alas and woe Ant. Let him that loues me strike me dead 1 Not I. 2 Nor I. 3 Nor any one exeunt Derceius Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers sly This sword but shewne to Caesar with this tydings Shall enter me with him Enter Diomedes Dio. Where 's Anthony Decre There Diomed there Diom. Liues he wilt thou not answer man Ant. Art thou there Diomed Draw thy sword and giue mee Suffising strokes for death Diom. Most absolute Lord My Mistris Cleopatra sent me to thee Ant. When did shee send thee Diom. Now my Lord. Anth. Where is she Diom. Lockt in her Monument she had a Prophesying feare Of what hath come to passe for when she saw Which neuer shall be found you did suspect She had dispos'd with Caesar and that your rage Would not be purg'd she sent you word she was dead But fearing since how it might worke hath sent Me to proclaime the truth and I am come I dread too late Ant. Too late good Diomed call my Guard I prythee Dio. What hoa the Emperors Guard The Guard what hoa Come your Lord calles Enter 4. or 5. of the Guard of Anthony Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides 'T is the last seruice that I shall command you 1 Woe woe are we sir you may not liue to weare All your true Followers out All. Most heauy day Ant. Nay good my Fellowes do not please sharp fate To grace it with your sorrowes Bid that welcome Which comes to punish vs and we punish it Seeming to beare it lightly Take me vp I haue led you oft carry me now good Friends And haue my thankes for all Exit bearing Anthony Enter Cleopatra and her Maides aloft with Charmian Iras. Cleo. Oh Charmian I will neuer go from hence Char. Be comforted deere Madam Cleo. No I will not All strange and terrible euents are welcome But comforts we dispise our size of sorrow Proportion'd to our cause must be as great As that which makes it Enter Diomed. How now is he dead Diom His death 's vpon him but not dead Looke out o' th other side your Monument His Guard haue brought him thither Enter Anthony and the Guard Cleo. Oh Sunne Burne the great Sphere thou mou'st in darkling stand The varrying shore o' th' world O Antony Antony Antony Helpe Charmian helpe Iras helpe helpe Friends Below let 's draw him hither Ant. Peace Not Caesars Valour hath o're throwne Anthony But Anthonie's hath Triumpht on it selfe Cleo. So it should be That none but Anthony should conquer Anthony But woe 't is so Ant.