each A cry more tuneable Was neuer hallowed to nor cheer'd with horne In Creete in Sparta nor in Thessaly Iudge when you heare But soft what nimphs are these Egeus My Lord this is my daughter heere asleepe And this Lysander this Demetrius is This Helena olde Nedars Helena I wonder of this being heere together The. No doubt they rose vp early to obserue The right of May and hearing our intent Came heere in grace of our solemnity But speake Egeus is not this the day That Hermia should giue answer of her choice Egeus It is my Lord. Thes Goe bid the hunts-men wake them with their hornes Hornes and they wake Shout within they all start vp Thes Good morrow friends Saint Valentine is past Begin these wood birds but to couple now Lys Pardon my Lord. Thes I pray you all stand vp I know you two are Riuall enemies How comes this gentle concord in the world That hatred is is so farre from iealousie To sleepe by hate and feare no enmity Lys My Lord I shall reply amazedly Halfe sleepe halfe waking But as yet I sweare I cannot truly say how I came heere But as I thinke for truly would I speake And now I doe bethinke me so it is I came with Hermia hither Our intent Was to be gone from Athens where we might be Without the perill of the Athenian Law Ege Enough enough my Lord you haue enough I beg the Law the Law vpon his head They would haue stolne away they would Demetrius Thereby to haue defeated you and me You of your wife and me of my consent Of my consent that she should be your wife Dem. My Lord faire Helen told me of their stealth Of this their purpose hither to this wood And I in furie hither followed them Faire Helena in fancy followed me But my good Lord I wot not by what power But by some power it is my l◠To Hermia melted as the snow Seems to me now as the remembrance of an idle gaude Which in my childehood I did doat vpon And all the faith the vertue of my heart The obiect and the pleasure of mine eye Is onely Helena To her my Lord Was I betroth'd ere I see Hermia But like a sickenesse did I loath this food But as in health come to my naturall taste Now doe I wish it loue it long for it And will for euermore be true to it Thes Faire Louers you are fortunately met Of this discourse we shall heare more anon Egeus I will ouer-beare your will For in the Temple by and by with vs These couples shall eternally be knit And for the morning now is something worne Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside Away with vs to Athens three and three Wee 'll hold a feast in great solemnitie Come Hippolitae Exit Duke and Lords Dem. These things seeme small vndistinguishable Like farre off mountaines turned into Clouds Her Me-thinks I see these things with parted eye When euery things seemes double Hel. So me-thinkes And I haue found Demetrius like a iewell Mine owne and not mine owne Dem. It seemes to mee That yet we sleepe we dreame Do not you thinke The Duke was heere and bid vs follow him Her Yea and my Father Hel. And Hippolitae Lys And he bid vs follow to the Temple Dem. Why then we are awake le ts follow him and by the way let vs recount our dreames Bottome wakes Exit Louers Clo. When my cue comes call me and I will answer My next is most faire Piramus Hey ho. Peter Quince Flute the bellowes-mender Snout the tinker Starueling Gods my life Stolne hence and left me asleepe I haue had a most rare vision I had a dreame past the wit of man to say what dreame it was Man is but an Asse if he goe about to expound this dreame Me-thought I was there is no man can tell what Me-thought I was and me-thought I had But man is but a patch'd foole if he will offer to say what me-thought I had The eye of man hath not heard the eare of man hath not seen mans hand is not able to taste his tongue to conceiue nor his heart to report what my dreame was I will get Peter Quince to write a ballet of this dreame it shall be called Bottomes Dreame because it hath no bottome and I will sing it in the latter end of a play before the Duke Peradventure to make it the more gracious I shall sing it at her death Exit Enter Quince Flute Thisbie Snout and Starueling Quin. Haue you sent to Bottomes house Is he come home yet Staru He cannot be heard of Out of doubt hee i◠transported This If he come not then the play is mar'd It goes not forward doth it Quin. It is not possible you haue not a man in all Athens able to discharge Piramus but he This No hee hath simply the best wit of any handy-craft man in Athens Quin. Yea and the best person too and hee is a very Paramour for a sweet voyce This You must say Paragon A Paramour is God blesse vs a thing of nought Enter Snug the Ioyner Snug Masters the Duke is comming from the Temple and there is two or three Lords Ladies more married If our sport had gone forward we had all bin made men This O sweet bully Bottome thus hath he lost sixepence a day during his life he could not haue scaped sixpence a day And the Duke had not giuen him sixpence a day for playing Piramus I le be hang'd He would haue deserued it Sixpence a day in Piramus or nothing Enter Bottome Bot. Where are these Lads Where are these hearts Quin. Bottome ô most couragious day O most happie houre Bot. Masters I am to discourse wonders but ask me not what For if I tell you I am no true Athenian I will tell you euery thing as it fell out Qu. Let vs heare sweet Bottome Bot. Not a word of me all that I will tell you is that the Duke hath dined Get your apparell together good strings to your beards new ribbands to your pumps meete presently at the Palace euery man looke ore his part for the short and the long is our play is preferred In any case let Thisby haue cleane linnen and let not him that playes the Lion paire his nailes for they shall hang out for the Lions clawes And most deare Actors eate no Onions nor Garlicke for wee are to vtter sweete breath and I doe not doubt but to heare them say it is a sweet Comedy No more words away go away Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Theseus Hippolita Egeus and his Lords Hip. 'T is strange my Theseus y t these louers speake of The. More strange then true I neuer may beleeue These anticke fables nor these Fairy toyes Louers and mad men haue such seething braines Such shaping phantasies that apprehend more Then coole reason euer comprehends The Lunaticke the Louer and the Poet Are of imagination all compact One sees more diuels
Lord And was a common gamester to the Campe. Dia. He do's me wrong my Lord If I were so He might haue bought me at a common price Do not beleeue him O behold this Ring Whose high respect and rich validitie Did lacke a Paralell yet for all that He gaue it to a Commoner a' th Campe If I be one Coun. He blushes and 't is hit Of sixe preceding Ancestors that Iemme Confer'd by testament to ' th sequent issue Hath it beene owed and worne This is his wife That Ring 's a thousand proofes King Me thought you saide You saw one heere in Court could witnesse it Dia. I did my Lord but loath am to produce So bad an instrument his names Parrolles Laf. I saw the man to day if man he bee Kin. Finde him and bring him hether Ros What of him He 's quoted for a most pe fidious slaue With all the spots a' th world taxt and debosh'd Whose nature sickens but to speake a truth Am I or that or this for what he 'l vtter That will speake any thing Kin. She hath that Ring of yours Ros I thinke she has certaine it is I lyk'd her And boorded her i' th wanton way of youth She knew her distance and did angle for mee Madding my eagernesse with her restraint As all impediments in fancies course Are motiues of more fancie and in fine Her insuite comming with her moderne grace Subdu'd me to her rate she got the Ring And I had that which any inferiour might At Market price haue bought Dia. I must be patient You that haue turn'd off a first so noble wife May iustly dyet me I pray you yet Since you lacke vertue I will loose a husband Send for your Ring I will returne it home And giue me mine againe Ros I haue it not Kin. What Ring was yours I pray you Dian. Sir much like the same vpon your finger Kin. Know you this Ring this Ring was his of late Dia. And this was it I gaue him being a bed Kin. The story then goes false you threw it him Out of a Casement Dia. I haue spoke the truth Enter Parolles Ros My Lord I do confesse the ring was hers Kin. You boggle shrewdly euery feather starts you Is this the man you speake of Dia. I my Lord. Kin. Tell me sirrah but tell me true I charge you Not fearing the displeasure of your master Which on your iust proceeding I le keepe off By him and by this woman heere what know you Par. So please your Maiesty my master hath bin an honourable Gentleman Trickes hee hath had in him which Gentlemen haue Kin. Come come to ' th' purpose Did hee loue this woman Par. Faith sir he did loue her but how Kin. How I pray you Par. He did loue her sir as a Gent. loues a Woman Kin. How is that Par. He lou'd her sir and lou'd her not Kin. As thou art a knaue and no knaue what an equiuocall Companion is this Par. I am a poore man and at your Maiesties command Laf. Hee 's a good drumme my Lord but a naughtie Orator Dian. Do you know he promist me marriage Par. Faith I know more then I le speake Kin. But wilt thou not speake all thou know'st Par. Yes so please your Maiesty I did goe betweene them as I said but more then that he loued her for indeede he was madde for her and talkt of Sathan and of Limbo and of Furies and I know not what yet I was in that credit with them at that time that I knewe of their going to bed and of other motions as promising her marriage and things which would deriue mee ill will to speake of therefore I will not speake what I know Kin. Thou hast spoken all alreadie vnlesse thou canst say they are maried but thou art too fine in thy euidence therefore stand aside This Ring you say was yours Dia. I my good Lord. Kin. Where did you buy it Or who gaue it you Dia. It was not giuen me nor I did not buy it Kin. Who lent it you Dia. It was not lent me neither Kin. Where did you finde it then Dia. I found it not Kin. If it were yours by none of all these wayes How could you giue it him Dia. I neuer gaue it him Laf. This womans an easie gloue my Lord she goes off and on at pleasure Kin. This Ring was mine I gaue it his first wife Dia. It might be yours or hers for ought I know Kin. Take her away I do not like her now To prison with her and away with him Vnlesse thou telst me where thou hadst this Ring Thou diest within this houre Dia. I le neuer tell you Kin. Take her away Dia. I le put in baile my liedge Kin. I thinke thee now some common Customer Dia. By Ioue if euer I knew man 't was you King Wherefore hast thou accusde him al this while Dia. Because he 's guiltie and he is not guilty He knowes I am no Maid and hee 'l sweare too 't I le sweare I am a Maid and he knowes not Great King I am no strumpet by my life I am either Maid or else this old mans wife Kin. She does abuse our eares to prison with her Dia. Good mother fetch my bayle Stay Royall sir The Ieweller that owes the Ring is sent for And he shall surety me But for this Lord Who hath abus'd me as he knowes himselfe Though yet he neuer harm'd me heere I quit him He knowes himselfe my bed he hath defil'd And at that time he got his wife with childe Dead though she be she feeles her yong one kicke So there 's my riddle one that 's dead is quicke And now behold the meaning Enter Hellen and Widdow Kin. Is there no exorcist Beguiles the truer Office of mine eyes Is' t reall that I see Hel. No my good Lord 'T is but the shadow of a wife you see The name and not the thing Ros Both both O pardon Hel. Oh my good Lord when I was like this Maid I found you wondrous kinde there is your Ring And looke you heere 's your letter this it sayes When from my finger you can get this Ring And is by me with childe c. This is done Will you be mine now you are doubly wonne Ros If she my Liege can make me know this clearly I le loue her dearely euer euer dearly Hel. If it appeare not plaine and proue vntrue Deadly diuorce step betweene me and you O my deere mother do I see you liuing Laf. Mine eyes smell Onions I shall weepe anon Good Tom Drumme lend me a handkercher So I thanke thee waite on me home I le make sport with thee Let thy curtsies alone they are scuruy ones King Let vs from point to point this storie know To make the euen truth in pleasure flow If thou beest yet a fresh vncropped flower Choose thou thy husband and I le pay thy dower For I can guesse that by thy
doe not beare these Crossings Giue me leaue To tell you once againe that at my Birth The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes The Goates ranne from the Mountaines and the Heards Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields These signes haue markt me extraordinarie And all the courses of my Life doe shew I am not in the Roll of common men Where is the Liuing clipt in with the Sea That chides the Bankes of England Scotland and Wales Which calls me Pupill or hath read to me And bring him out that is but Womans Sonne Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art And hold me pace in deepe experiments Hotsp I thinke there 's no man speakes better Welsh I le to Dinner Mort. Peace Cousin Percy you will make him mad Glend I can call Spirits from the vastie Deepe Hotsp Why so can I or so can any man But will they come when you doe call for them Glend Why I can teach thee Cousin to command the Deuill Hotsp And I can teach thee Cousin to shame the Deuil By telling truth Tell truth and shame the Deuill If thou haue power to rayse him bring him hither And I le be sworne I haue power to shame him hence Oh while you liue tell truth and shame the Deuill Mort. Come come no more of this vnprofitable Chat. Glend Three times hath Henry Bullingbrooke made head Against my Power thrice from the Banks of Wye And sandy-bottom'd Seuerne haue I hent him Bootlesse home and Weather-beaten backe Hotsp Home without Bootes And in foule Weather too How scapes he Agues in the Deuils name Glend Come heere 's the Mappe Shall wee diuide our Right According to our three-fold order-ta'ne Mort. The Arch-Deacon hath diuided it Into three Limits very equally England from Trent and Seuerne hitherto By South and East is to my part assign'd All Westward Wales beyond the Seuerne shore And all the fertile Land within that bound To Owen Glendower And deare Couze to you The remnant Northward lying off from Trent And our Indentures Tripartite are drawne Which being sealed enterchangeably A Businesse that this Night may execute To morrow Cousin Percy you and I And my good Lord of Worcester will set forth To meete your Father and the Scottish Power As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury My Father Glendower is not readie yet Nor shall wee neede his helpe these foureteene dayes Within that space you may haue drawne together Your Tenants Friends and neighbouring Gentlemen Glend A shorter time shall send me to you Lords And in my Conduct shall your Ladies come From whom you now must steale and take no leaue For there will be a World of Water shed Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you Hotsp Me thinks my Moity North from Burton here In quantitie equals not one of yours See how this Riuer comes me cranking in And cuts me from the best of all my Land A huge halfe Moone a monstrous Cantle out I le haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne In a new Channell faire and euenly It shall not winde with such a deepe indent To rob me of so rich a Bottome here Glend Not winde it shall it must you see it doth Mort. Yea but marke how he beares his course And runnes me vp with like aduantage on the other side Gelding the opposed Continent as much As on the other side it takes from you Worc. Yea but a little Charge will trench him here And on this North side winne this Cape of Land And then he runnes straight and euen Hotsp I le haue it so a little Charge will doe it Glend I le not haue it alter'd Hotsp Will not you Glend No nor you shall not Hotsp Who shall say me nay Glend Why that will I. Hotsp Let me not vnderstand you then speake it in Welsh Glend I can speake English Lord as well as you For I was trayn'd vp in the English Court Where being but young I framed to the Harpe Many an English Dittie louely well And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament A Vertue that was neuer seene in you Hotsp Marry and I am glad of it with all my heart I had rather be a Kitten and cry mew Then one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree And that would set my teeth nothing an edge Nothing so much as mincing Poetrie 'T is like the forc't gate of a shuffling Nagge Glend Come you shall haue Trent turn'd Hotsp I doe not care I le giue thrice so much Land To any well-deseruing friend But in the way of Bargaine marke ye me I le cauill on the ninth part of a hayre Are the Indentures drawne shall we be gone Glend The Moone shines faire You may away by Night I le haste the Writer and withall Breake with your Wiues of your departure hence I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde So much she doteth on her Mortimer Exit Mort. Fie Cousin Percy how you crosse my Father Hotsp I cannot chuse sometime he angers me With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant Of the Dreamer Merlin and his Prophecies And of a Dragon and a finne-lesse Fish A clip-wing'd Griffin and a moulten Rauen A couching Lyon and a ramping Cat And such a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe As puts me from my Faith I tell you what He held me last Night at least nine howres In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names That were his Lacqueyes I cry'd hum and well goe too But mark'd him not a word O he is as tedious As a tyred Horse a rayling Wife Worse then a smoakie House I had rather liue With Cheese and Garlick in a Windmill farre Then feede on Cates and haue him talke to me In any Summer-House in Christendome Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman Exceeding well read and profited In strange Concealements Valiant as a Lyon and wondrous affable And as bountifull as Mynes of India Shall I tell you Cousin He holds your temper in a high respect And curbes himselfe euen of his naturall scope When you doe crosse his humor 'faith he does I warrant you that man is not aliue Might so haue tempted him as you haue done Without the taste of danger and reproofe But doe not vse it oft let me entreat you Worc. In faith my Lord you are too wilfull blame And since your comming hither haue done enough To put him quite besides his patience You must needes learne Lord to amend this fault Though sometimes it shew Greatnesse Courage Blood And that 's the dearest grace it renders you Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh Rage Defect of Manners want of Gouernment Pride Haughtinesse Opinion and Disdaine The least of which haunting a Nobleman Loseth mens hearts and leaues behinde a stayne Vpon the beautie of all parts besides Beguiling them of commendation Hotsp Well I am school'd Good-manners be your speede Heere
vs to weepe Cla. O do not slander him for he is kinde 1 Right as Snow in Haruest Come you deceiue your selfe 'T is he that sends vs to destroy you heere Cla. It cannot be for he be wept my Fortune And hugg'd me in his armes and swore with sobs That he would labour my deliuery 1 Why so he doth when he deliuers you From this earths thraldome to the ioyes of heauen 2 Make peace with God for you must die my Lord. Cla. Haue you that holy feeling in your soules To counsaile me to make my peace with God And are you yet to your owne soules so blinde That you will warre with God by murd'ring me O sirs consider they that set you on To do this deede will hate you for the deede 2 What shall we do Clar. Relent and saue your soules Which of you if you were a Princes Sonne Being pent from Liberty as I am now If two such murtherers as your selues came to you Would not intreat for life as you would begge Were you in my distresse 1 Relent no 'T is cowardly and womanish Cla. Not to relent is beastly sauage diuellish My Friend I spy some pitty in thy lookes O if thine eye be not a Flatterer Come thou on my side and intreate for mee A begging Prince what begger pitties not 2 Looke behinde you my Lord. 1 Take that and that if all this will not do Stabs him I le drowne you in the Malmesey-But within Exit 2 A bloody deed and desperately dispatcht How faine like Pilate would I wash my hands Of this most greeuous murther Enter 1. Murtherer 1 How now what mean'st thou that thou help'st me not By Heauen the Duke shall know how slacke you haue beene 2. Mur. I would he knew that I had sau'd his brother Take thou the Fee and tell him what I say For I repent me that the Duke is slaine Exit 1. Mur. So do not I go Coward as thou art Well I le go hide the body in some hole Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall And when I haue my meede I will away For this will out and then I must not stay Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the King sicke the Queene Lord Marquesse Dorset Riuers Hastings Catesby Buckingham Wooduill King Why so now haue I done a good daies work You Peeres continue this vnited League I euery day expect an Embassage From my Redeemer to redeeme me hence And more to peace my soule shall part to heauen Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth Dorset and Riuers take each others hand Dissemble not your hatred Sweare your loue Kin. By heauen my soule is purg'd from grudging hate And with my hand I seale my true hearts Loue. Hast So thriue I as I truly sweare the like King Take heed you dally not before your King Lest he that is the supreme King of Kings Confound your hidden falshood and award Either of you to be the others end Hast So prosper I as I sweare perfect loue Ri. And I as I loue Hastings with my heart King Madam your selfe is not exempt from this Nor you Sonne Dorset Buckingham nor you You haue bene factious one against the other Wife loue Lord Hastings let him kisse your hand And what you do do it vnfeignedly Qu. There Hastings I will neuer more remember Our former hatred so thriue I and mine King Dorset imbrace him Hastings loue Lord Marquesse Dor. This interchange of loue I heere protest Vpon my part shall be inuiolable Hast And so sweare I. King Now Princely Buckingham seale y u this league With thy embracements to my wiues Allies And make me happy in your vnity Buc. When euer Buckingham doth turne his hate Vpon your Grace but with all dutious loue Doth cherish you and yours God punish me With hate in those where I expect most loue When I haue most need to imploy a Friend And most assured that he is a Friend Deepe hollow treacherous and full of guile Be he vnto me This do I begge of heauen When I am cold in loue to you or yours Embrace King A pleasing Cordiall Princely Buckingham Is this thy Vow vnto my sickely heart There wanteth now our Brother Gloster heere To make the blessed period of this peace Buc. And in good time Heere comes Sir Richard Ratcliffe and the Duke Enter Ratcliffe and Gloster Rich. Good morrow to my Soueraigne King Queen And Princely Peeres a happy time of day King Happy indeed as we haue spent the day Gloster we haue done deeds of Charity Made peace of enmity faire loue of hate Betweene these swelling wrong incensed Peeres Rich. A blessed labour my most Soueraigne Lord Among this Princely heape if any heere By false intelligence or wrong surmize Hold me a Foe If I vnwillingly or in my rage Haue ought committed that is hardly borne To any in this presence I desire To reconcile me to his Friendly peace 'T is death to me to be at enmitie I hate it and desire all good mens loue First Madam I intreate true peace of you Which I will purchase with my dutious seruice Of you my Noble Cosin Buckingham If euer any grudge were lodg'd betweene vs. Of you and you Lord Riuers and of Dorset That all without desert haue frown'd on me Of you Lord Wooduill and Lord Scales of you Dukes Earles Lords Gentlemen indeed of all I do not know that Englishman aliue With whom my soule is any iot at oddes More then the Infant that is borne to night I thanke my God for my Humility Qu. A holy day shall this be kept heereafter I would to God all strifes were well compounded My Soueraigne Lord I do beseech your Highnesse To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace Rich. Why Madam haue I offred loue for this To be so flowted in this Royall presence Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead They all start You do him iniurie to scorne his Coarse King Who knowes not he is dead Who knowes he is Qu. All-seeing heauen what a world is this Buc. Looke I so pale Lord Dorset as the rest Dor. I my good Lord and no man in the presence But his red colour hath forsooke his cheekes King Is Clarence dead The Order was reuerst Rich. But he poore man by your first order dyed And that a winged Mercurie did beare Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand That came too lagge to see him buried God grant that some lesse Noble and lesse Loyall Neerer in bloody thoughts and not in blood Deserue not worse then wretched Clarence did And yet go currant from Suspition Enter Earle of Derby Der. A boone my Soueraigne for my seruice done King I prethee peace my soule is full of sorrow Der. I will not rise vnlesse your Highnes heare me King Then say at once what is it thou requests Der. The forfeit Soueraigne of my seruants life Who slew to day a Riotous Gentleman Lately attendant on
other Watchmen Do heare what we do 2 How now Maisters Speak together Omnes How now how now do you heare this 1 I is' t not strange 3 Do you heare Masters Do you heare 1 Follow the noyse so farre as we haue quarter Let 's see how it will giue off Omnes Content 'T is strange Exeunt Enter Anthony and Cleopatra with others Ant. Eros mine Armour Eros Cleo. Sleepe a little Ant. No my Chucke Eros come mine Armor Eros Enter Eros Come good Fellow put thine Iron on If Fortune be not ours to day it is Because we braue her Come Cleo. Nay I le helpe too Anthony What 's this for Ah let be let be thou art The Armourer of my heart False false This this Sooth-law I le helpe Thus it must bee Ant. Well well we shall thriue now Seest thou my good Fellow Go put on thy defences Eros Briefely Sir Cleo. Is not this buckled well Ant. Rarely rarely He that vnbuckleâ— this till we do please To daft for our Repose shall heare a storme Thou fumblest Eros and my Queenes a Squire More tight at this then thou Dispatch O Loue That thou couldst see my Warres to day and knew'st The Royall Occupation thou should'st see A Workeman in 't Enter an Armed Soldier Good morrow to thee welcome Thou look'st like him that knowes a warlike Charge To businesse that we loue we rise betime And go too 't with delight Soul A thousand Sir early though 't be haue on their Riueted trim and at the Port expect you Showt Trumpets Flourish Enter Captaines and Souldiers Alex. The Morne is faire Good morrow Generall All. Good morrow Generall Ant. 'T is well blowne Lads This Morning like the spirit of a youth That meanes to be of note begins betimes So so Come giue me that this way well-sed Fare thee well Dame what ere becomes of me This is a Soldiers kisse rebukeable And worthy shamefull checke it were to stand On more Mechanicke Complement I le leaue thee Now like a man of Steele you that will fight Follow me close I le bring you too 't Adieu Exeunt Char. Please you retyre to your Chamber Cleo. Lead me He goes forth gallantly That he and Caesar might Determine this great Warre in single fight Then Anthony but now Well on Exeunt Trumpets sound Enter Anthony and Eros Eros The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony Ant. Would thou those thy scars had once preuaild To make me fight at Land Eros Had st thou done so The Kings that haue reuolted and the Soldier That has this morning left thee would haue still Followed thy heeles Ant. Whos 's gone this morning Eros Who one euer neere thee call for Enobarbus He shall not heare thee or from Caesars Campe Say I am none of thine Ant. What sayest thou Sold. Sir he is with Caesar Eros Sir his Chests and Treasure he has not with him Ant. Is he gone Sol. Most certaine Ant. Go Eros send his Treasure after do it Detaine no iot I charge thee write to him I will subscribe gentle adieu's and greetings Say that I wish he neuer finde more cause To change a Master Oh my Fortunes haue Corrupted honest men Dispatch Enobarbus Exit Flourish Enter Agrippa Caesar with Enobarbus and Dollabella Caes Go forth Agrippa and begin the fight Our will is Anthony â—e tooke aliue Make it so knowne Agrip. Caesar I shall Caesar The time of vniuersall peace is neere Proue this a prosp'rous day the three â—ook'd world Shall beare the Oliue freely Enter a Messenger Mes Anthony is come into the Field Caes Go charge Agrippa Plant those that haue reuolted in the Vant That Anthony may seeme to spend his Fury Vpon himselfe Exeunt Enob. Alexas did reuolt and went to Iewrij on Affaires of Anthony there did disswade Great Herod to incline himselfe to Caesar And leaue his Master Anthony For this paines Caesar hath hang'd him Camindius and the rest That fell away haue entertainment but No honourable trust I haue done ill Of which I do accuse my selfe so forely That I will ioy no more Enter a Soldier of Caesars Sol. Enobarbus Anthony Hath after thee sent all thy Treasure with His Bounty ouer-plus The Messenger Came on my guard and at thy Tent is now Vnloading of his Mules Eno. I giue it you Sol. Mocke not Enobarbus I tell you true Best you saf't the bringer Out of the hoast I must attend mine Office Or would haue done 't my selfe Your Emperor Continues still a Ioue Exit Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth And feele I am so most Oh Anthony Thou Mine of Bounty how would'st thou haue payed My better seruice when my turpitude Thou dost so Crowne with Gold This blowes my hart If swift thought breake it not a swifter meane Shall out-strike thought but thought will doo 't I feele I fight against thee No I will go seeke Some Ditâ—h wherein to dye the foul'st best fits My latter part of life Exit Alarum Drummes and Trumpets Enter Agrippa Agrip Retire we haue engag'd our selues too farre Caesar himselfe ha's worke and our oppression Exceeds what we expected Exit Alarums Enter Anthony and Scarrus wounded Scar. O my braue Emperor this is fought indeed Had we done so at first we had drouen them home With clowts about their heads Far off Ant. Thou bleed'st apace Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T But now 't is made an H. Ant. They do retyre Scar. Wee 'l beat 'em into Bench-holes I haue yet Roome for six scotches more Enter Eros Eros They are beaten Sir and our aduantage serues For a faire victory Scar. Let vs score their backes And snatch 'em vp as we take Hares behinde 'T is sport to maul a Runner Ant. I will reward thee Once for thy sprightly comfort and ten-fold For thy good valour Come thee on Scar. I le halt after Exeunt Alarum Enter Anthony againe in a March Scarrus with others Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe Runne one Before let the Queen know of our guests to morrow Before the Sun shall see 's wee 'l spill the blood That ha's to day escap'd I thanke you all For doughty handed are you and haue fought Not as you seru'd the Cause but as 't had beene Each mans like mine you haue shewne all Hectors Enter the Citty clip your Wiues your Friends Tell them your feats whil'st they with ioyfull teares Wash the congealement from your wounds and kisse The Honour'd-gashes whole Enter Cleopatra Giue me thy hand To this great Faiery I le commend thy acts Make her thankes blesse thee Oh thou day o' th' world Chaine mine arm'd necke leape thou Attyre and all Through proofe of Harnesse to my heart and there Ride on the pants triumphing Cleo. Lord of Lords Oh infinite Vertue comm'st thou smiling from The world 's great snare vncaught Ant. Mine Nightingale We haue beate them to their Beds What Gyrle though gray Do somthing mingle with
Nymphes Spirits Reapers Spirits FINIS THE Two Gentlemen of Verona Actus primus Scena prima Valentine Protheus and Speed Valentine CEase to perswade my louing Protheus Home-keeping youth haue euer homely wits Wer 't not affection chaines thy tender dayes To the sweet glaunces of thy honour'd Loue I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Then liuing dully sluggardiz'd at home Weare out thy youth with shapelesse idlenesse But since thou lou'st loue still and thriue therein Euen as I would when I to loue begin Pro. Wilt thou be gone Sweet Valentine ad ew Thinke on thy Protheus when thou hap'ly seest Some rare note-worthy obiect in thy trauaile With me partaker in thy happinesse When thou do'st meet good hap and in thy danger If euer danger doe enuiron thee Commend thy grieuance to my holy prayers For I will be thy beades-man Valentine Val And on a loue-booke pray for my successe Pro. Vpon some booke I loue I 'le pray for thee Val. That 's on some shallow Storie of deepe loue How yong Leander crost the Hellespont Pro. That 's a deepe Storie of a deeper loue For he was more then ouer-shooes in loue Val 'T is true for you are ouer-bootes in loue And yet you neuer swom the Hellespont Pro. Ouer the Bootes nay giue me not the Boots Val. No I will not for it boots thee not Pro. What Val To be in loue where scorne is bought with grones Coy looks with hart-sore sighes one fading moments mirth With twenty watchfull weary tedious nights If hap'ly won perhaps a haplesse gaine If lost why then a grieuous labour won How euer but a folly bought with wit Or else a wit by folly vanquished Pro. So by your circumstance you call me foole Val So by your circumstance I feare you 'll proue Pro. 'T is Loue you cauill at I am not Loue. Val. Loue is your master for he masters you And he that is so yoked by a foole Me thinkes should not be chronicled for wise Pro. Yet Writers say as in the sweetest Bud The eating Canker dwels so eating Loue Inhabits in the finest wits of all Val. And Writers say as the most forward Bud Is eaten by the Canker ere it blow Euen so by Loue the yong and tender wit Is turn'd to folly blasting in the Bud Loosing his verdure euen in the prime And all the faire effects of future hopes But wherefore waste I time to counsaile thee That art a votary to fond desire Once more adieu my Father at the Road Expects my comming there to see me ship'd Pro. And thither will I bring thee Valentine Val. Sweet Protheus no Now let vs take our leaue To Millaine let me heare from thee by Letters Of thy successe in loue and what newes else Betideth here in absence of thy Friend And I likewise will visite thee with mine Pro. All happinesse be chance to thee in Millaine Val. As much to you at home and so farewell Exit Pro. He after Honour hunts I after Loue He leaues his friends to dignifie them more I loue my selfe my friends and all for loue Thou Iulia thou hast metamorphis'd me Made me neglect my Studies loose my time Warre with good counsaile set the world at nought Made Wit with musing weake hart sick with thought Sp. Sir Protheus ' saue you saw you my Master Pro. But now he parted hence to embarque for Millain Sp. Twenty to one then he is ship'd already And I haue plaid the Sheepe in loosing him Pro. Indeede a Sheepe doth very often stray And if the Shepheard be awhile away Sp. You conclude that my Master is a Shepheard then and I Sheepe Pro. I doe Sp. Why then my hornes are his hornes whether I wake or sleepe Pro. A silly answere and fitting well a Sheepe Sp. This proues me still a Sheepe Pro. True and thy Master a Shepheard Sp. Nay that I can deny by a circumstance Pro. It shall goe hard but I le proue it by another Sp. The Shepheard seekes the Sheepe and not the Sheepe the Shepheard but I seeke my Master and my Master seekes not me therefore I am no Sheepe Pro. The Sheepe for fodder follow the Shepheard the Shepheard for foode followes not the Sheepe thou for wages followest thy Master thy Master for wages followes not thee therefore thou art a Sheepe Sp. Such another proofe will make me cry baâ. Pro. But do'st thou heare gau'st thou my Letter to Iulia Sp. I Sir I a lost-Mutton gaue your Letter to her a lac'd-Mutton and she a lac'd-Mutton gaue mee a lost-Mutton nothing for my labour Pro. Here 's too small a Pasture for such store of Muttons Sp. If the ground be ouer-charg'd you were best sticke her Pro. Nay in that you are astray 't were best pound you Sp. Nay Sir lesse then a pound shall serue me for carrying your Letter Pro. You mistake I meane the pound a Pinfold Sp. From a pound to a pin fold it ouer and ouer 'T is threefold too little for carrying a letter to your louer Pro. But what said she Sp. I. Pro. Nod-I why that 's noddy Sp. You mistooke Sir I say she did nod And you aske me if she did nod and I say I. Pro. And that set together is noddy Sp. Now you haue taken the paines to set it together take it for your paines Pro. No no you shall haue it for bearing the letter Sp. Well I perceiue I must be faine to beare with you Pro. Why Sir how doe you beare with me Sp. Marry Sir the letter very orderly Hauing nothing but the word noddy for my paines Pro. Beshrew me but you haue a quicke wit Sp. And yet it cannot ouer-take your slow purse Pro. Come come open the matter in briefe what said she Sp. Open your purse that the money and the matter may be both at once deliuered Pro. Well Sir here is for your paines what said she Sp. Truely Sir I thinke you 'll hardly win her Pro. Why could'st thou perceiue so much from her Sp. Sir I could perceiue nothing at all from her No not so much as a ducket for deliuering your letter And being so hard to me that brought your minde I feare she 'll proue as hard to you in telling your minde Giue her no token but stones for she 's as hard as steele Pro. What said she nothing Sp. No not so much as take this for thy pains To testifie your bounty I thank you you haue cestern'd me In requital whereof henceforth carry your letters your selfe And so Sir I 'le commend you to my Master Pro. Go go be gone to saue your Ship from wrack Which cannot perish hauing thee aboarde Being destin'd to a drier death on shore I must goe send some better Messenger I feare my Iulia would not daigne my lines Receiuing them from such a worthlesse post Exit Scoena Secunda Enter Iulia and Lucetta Iul. But say Lucetta now we are alone Would'st thou then counsaile me to
is pretty and honest and gentle and one that is your friend I can tell you that by the way I praise heauen for it Fen. Shall I doe any good thinkst thou shall I not loose my suit Qui. Troth Sir all is in his hands aboue but notwithstanding Master Fenton I le be sworne on a booke shee loues you haue not your Worship a wart aboue your eye Fen. Yes marry haue I what of that Qui. Wel thereby hangs a tale good faith it is such another Nan but I detest an honest maid as euer broke bread wee had an howres talke of that wart I shall neuer laugh but in that maids company but indeed shee is giuen too much to Allicholy and musing but for you well goe too Fen. Well I shall see her to day hold there 's money for thee Let mee haue thy voice in my behalfe if thou seest her before me commend me Qui. Will I I faith that wee will And I will tell your Worship more of the Wart the next time we haue confidence and of other wooers Fen. Well fare-well I am in great haste now Qui. Fare-well to your Worship truely an honest Gentleman but Anne loues hiim not for I know Ans minde as well as another do's out vpon 't what haue I forgot Exit Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Mistris Page Mistris Ford Master Page Master Ford Pistoll Nim Quickly Host Shallow Mist Page What haue scap'd Loue-letters in the holly-day-time of my beauty and am I now a subiect for them let me see Aske me no reason why I loue you for though Loue vse Reason for his precisian hee admits him not for his Counsailour you are not yong no more am I goe to then there 's simpathie you are merry so am I ha ha then there 's more simpathie you loue sacke and so do I would you desire better simpathie Let it suffice thee Mistris Page at the least if the Loue of Souldier can suffice that I loue thee I will not say pitty mee 't is not a Souldier-like phrase but I say loue me By me thine owne true Knight by day or night Or any kinde of light with all his might For thee to fight Iohn Falstaffe What a Herod of Iurie is this O wicked wicked world One that is well-nye worne to peeces with age To show himselfe a yong Gallant What an vnwaied Behauiour hath this Flemish drunkard pickt with The Deuills name out of my conuersation that he dares In this manner assay me why hee hath not beene thrice In my Company what should I say to him I was then Frugall of my mirth heauen forgiue mee why I le Exhibit a Bill in the Parliament for the putting downe of men how shall I be reueng'd on him for reueng'd I will be as sure as his guts are made of puddings Mis Ford. Mistris Page trust me I was going to your house Mis Page And trust me I was comming to you you looke very ill Mis Ford. Nay I le nere beleeee that I haue to shew to the contrary Mis Page 'Faith but you doe in my minde Mis Ford. Well I doe then yet I say I could shew you to the contrary O Mistris Page giue mee some counsaile Mis Page What 's the matter woman Mi. Ford. O woman if it were not for one trifling respect I could come to such honour Mi. Page Hang the trifle woman take the honour what is it dispence with trifles what is it Mi. Ford. If I would but goe to hell for an eternall moment or so I could be knighted Mi. Page What thou liest Sir Alice Ford these Knights will hacke and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy Gentry Mi. Ford. Wee burne day-light heere read read perceiue how I might bee knighted I shall thinke the worse of fat men as long as I haue an eye to make difference of mens liking and yet hee would not sweare praise womens modesty and gaue such orderly and wel-behaued reproofe to al vncomelinesse that I would haue sworne his disposition would haue gone to the truth of his words but they doe no more adhere and keep place together then the hundred Psalms to the tune of Green-sleeues What tempest I troa threw this Whale with so many Tuns of oyle in his belly a'shoare at Windsor How shall I bee reuenged on him I thinke the best way were to entertaine him with hope till the wicked fire of lust haue melted him in his owne greace Did you euer heare the like Mis Page Letter for letter but that the name of Page and Ford differs to thy great comfort in this mystery of ill opinions heere 's the twyn-brother of thy Letter but let thine inherit first for I protest mine neuer shall I warrant he hath a thousand of these Letters writ with blancke-space for different names sure more and these are of the second edition hee will print them out of doubt for he cares not what hee puts into the presse when he would put vs two I had rather be a Giantesse and lye vnder Mount Pelion Well I will find you twentie lasciuious Turtles ere one chaste man Mis Ford. Why this is the very same the very hand the very words what doth he thinke of vs Mis Page Nay I know not it makes me almost readie to wrangle with mine owne honesty I le entertaine my selfe like one that I am not acquainted withall for sure vnlesse hee know some straine in mee that I know not my selfe hee would neuer haue boorded me in this furie Mi. Ford. Boording call you it I le bee sure to keepe him aboue decke Mi. Page So will I if hee come vnder my hatches I le neuer to Sea againe Let 's bee reueng'd on him let 's appoint him a meeting giue him a show of comfort in his Suit and lead him on with a fine baited delay till hee hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the Garter Mi. Ford. Nay I wil consent to act any villany against him that may not sully the charinesse of our honesty oh that my husband saw this Letter it would giue eternall food to his iealousie Mis Page Why look where he comes and my good man too hee 's as farre from iealousie as I am from giuing him cause and that I hope is an vnmeasurable distance Mis Ford. You are the happier woman Mis Page Let 's consult together against this greasie Knight Come hither Ford. Well I hope it be not so Pist Hope is a curtall-dog in some affaires Sir Iohn affects thy wife Ford. Why sir my wife is not young Pist He wooes both high and low both rich poor both yong and old one with another Ford he loues the Gally-mawfry Ford perpend Ford. Loue my wife Pist With liuer burning hot preuent Or goe thou like Sir Acteon he with Ring-wood at thy heeles O odious is the name Ford. What name Sir Pist The horne I say Farewell Take heed haue open eye for theeues doe foot by night Take heed
pottle of Sacke finely Bard. With Egges Sir Fal. Simple of it selfe I le no Pullet-Spersme in my brewage How now Qui. Marry Sir I come to your worship from M. Ford. Fal. Mist Ford I haue had Ford enough I was thrown into the Ford I haue my belly full of Ford. Qui. Alas the day good-heart that was not her fault she do's so take on with her men they mistooke their erection Fal. So did I mine to build vpon a foolish Womans promise Qui. Well she laments Sir for it that it would yern your heart to see it her husband goes this morning a birding she desires you once more to come to her betweene eight and nine I must carry her word quickely she 'll make you amends I warrant you Fal. Well I will visit her tell her so and bidde her thinke what a man is Let her consider his frailety and then iudge of my merit Qui. I will tell her Fal. Do so Betweene nine and ten saist thou Qui. Eight and nine Sir Fal. Well be gone I will not misse her Qui. Peace be with you Sir Fal. I meruaile I heare not of M r Broome he sent me word to stay within I like his money well Oh heere be comes Ford. Blesse you Sir Fal. Now M. Broome you come to know What hath past betweene me and Fords wife Ford. That indeed Sir Iohn is my businesse Fal. M. Broome I will not lye to you I was at her house the houre she appointed me Ford. And sped you Sir Fal. very ill-fauouredly M. Broome Ford. How so sir did she change her determination Fal. No M. Broome but the peaking Curnuto her husband M. Broome dwelling in a continual larum of ielousie coms me in the instant of our encounter after we had embrast kist protested as it were spoke the prologue of our Comedy and at his heeles a rabble of his companions thither prouoked and instigated by his distemper and forsooth to serch his house for his wiues Loue. Ford. What While you were there Fal. While I was there For. And did he search for you could not find you Fal. You shall heare As good lucke would haue it comes in one Mist Page giues intelligence of Fords approch and in her inuention and Fords wiues distraction they conuey'd me into a bucke-basket Ford. A Buck-basket Fal. Yes a Buck-basket ram'd mee in with foule Shirts and Smockes Socks foule Stockings greasie Napkins that Master Broome there was the rankest compound of villanous smell that euer offended nostrill Ford. And how long lay you there Fal. Nay you shall heare Master Broome what I hauâ— sufferd to bring this woman to euill for your good Being thus cram'd in the Basket a couple of Fords knaues his Hindes were cald forth by their Mistris to carry mee in the name of foule Cloathes to Datchet-lane they tooke me on their shoulders met the iealous knaue their Master in the doore who ask'd them once or twice what they had in their Basket I quak'd for feare least the Lunatique Knaue would haue search'd it but Fate ordaining he should be a Cuckold held his hand well on went hee for a search and away went I for foule Cloathes But marke the sequell Master Broome I suffered the pangs of three seuerall deaths First an intollerable fright to be detected with a iealious rotten Bell-weather Next to be compass'd like a good Bilbo in the circumference of a Pecke hilt to point hee le to head And then to be stopt in like a strong distillation with stinking Cloathes that fretted in their owne grease thinke of that a man of my Kidney thinke of that that am as subiect to heate as butter a man of continuall dissolution and thaw it was a miracle to scape suffocation And in the height of this Bath when I was more then halfe stew'd in grease like a Dutchdish to be throwne into the Thames and coold glowing-hot in that serge like a Horse-shoo thinke of that hissing hot thinke of that Master Broome Ford. In good sadnesse Sir I am sorry that for my sake you haue sufferd all this My suite then is desperate You 'll vndertake her no more Fal. Master Broome I will be throwne into Etna as I haue beene into Thames ere I will leaue her thus her Husband is this morning gone a Birding I haue receiued from her another ambassie of meeting 'twixt eight and nine is the houre Master Broome Ford. 'T is past eight already Sir Fal. Is it I will then addresse mee to my appointment Come to mee at your conuenient leisure and you shall know how I speede and the conclusion shall be crowned with your enioying her adiew you shall haue her Master Broome Master Broome you shall cuckold Ford. Ford. Hum ha Is this a vision Is this a dreame doe I sleepe Master Ford awake awake Master Ford ther 's a hole made in your best coate Master Ford this 't is to be married this 't is to haue Lynnen and Buck-baskets Well I will proclaime my selfe what I am I will now take the Leacher hee is at my house hee cannot scape me 't is impossible hee should hee cannot creepe into a halfe-penny purse nor into a Pepper-Boxe But least the Diuell that guides him should aide him I will search impossible places though what I am I cannot auoide yet to be what I would not shall not make me tame If I haue hornes to make one mad let the prouerbe goe with me I le be horne-mad Exeunt Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter Mistris Page Quickly William Euans Mist Pag. Is he at M. Fords already think'st thou Qui. Sure he is by this or will be presently but truely he is very couragious mad about his throwing into the water Mistris Ford desires you to come sodainely Mist Pag. I le be with her by and by I le but bring my yong-man here to Schoole looke where his Master comes 't is a playing day I see how now Sir Hugh no Schoole to day Eua. No Master Slender is let the Boyes leaue to play Qui ' Blessing of his heart Mist Pag. Sir Hugh my husband saies my sonne profits nothing in the world at his Booke I pray you aske him some questions in his Accidence Eu. Come hither William hold vp your head come Mist Pag. Come-on Sirha hold vp your head answere your Master be not afraid Eua. William how many Numbers is in Nownes Will. Two Qui. Truely I thought there had bin one Number more because they say od's-Nownes Eua. Peace your tatlings What is Faire William Will. Pulcher. Qu. Powlcats there are fairer things then Powlcats sure Eua. You are a very simplicity o' man I pray you peace What is Lapis William Will. A Stone Eua. And what is a Stone William Will. A Peeble Eua. No it is Lapis I pray you remember in your praine Will. Lapis Eua. That is a good William what is he William that do's lend Articles Will. Articles are borrowed of the Pronoune and be thus
it be so the first intergatory That my Nerrissa shall be sworne on is Whether till the next night she had rather stay Or goe to bed now being two houres to day But were the day come I should wish it darke Till I were couching with the Doctors Clarke Well while I liue I le feare no other thing So sore as keeping safe Nerrissas ring Exeunt FINIS As you Like it Actus primus Scoena Prima Enter Orlando and Adam Orlando AS I remember Adam it was vpon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poore a thousand Crownes and as thou saift charged my brother on his blessing to breed mee well and there begins my sadnesse My brother Iaques he keepes at schoole and report speakes goldenly of his profit for my part he keepes me rustically at home or to speak more properly staies me heere at home vnkept for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth that differs not from the stalling of an Oxe his horses are bred better for besides that they are faire with their feeding they are taught their mannage and to that end Riders deerely hir'd but I his brother gaine nothing vnder him but growth for the which his Animals on his dunghils are as much bound to him as I besides this nothing that he so plentifully giues me the something that nature gaue mee his countenance seemes to take from me hee lets mee feede with his Hindes barres mee the place of a brother and as much as in him lies mines my gentility with my education This is it Adam that grieues me and the spirit of my Father which I thinke is within mee begins to mutinie against this seruitude I will no longer endure it though yet I know no wise remedy how to auoid it Enter Oliuer Adam Yonder comes my Master your brother Orlan Goe a-part Adam and thou shalt heare how he will shake me vp Oli. Now Sir what make you heere Orl. Nothing I am not taught to make any thing Oli. What mar you then sir Orl. Marry sir I am helping you to mar that which God made a poore vnworthy brother of yours with idlenesse Oliuer Marry sir be better employed and be naught a while Orlan Shall I keepe your hogs and eat huskes with them what prodigall portion haue I spent that I should come to such penury Oli. Know you where you are sir Orl. O sir very well heere in your Orchard Oli. Know you before whom sir Orl. I better then him I am before knowes mee I know you are my eldest brother and in the gentle condition of bloud you should so know me the courtesie of nations allowes you my better in that you are the first borne but the same tradition takes not away my bloud were there twenty brothers betwixt vs I haue as much of my father in mee as you albeit I confesse your comming before me is neerer to his reuerence Oli. What Boy Orl. Come come elder brother you are too yong in this Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me villaine Orl. I am no villaine I am the yongest sonne of Sir Rowland de Boys he was my father and he is thrice a villaine that saies such a father begot villaines wert thou not my brother I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had puld out thy tongue for saying so thou hast raild on thy selfe Adam Sweet Masters bee patient for your Fathers remembrance be at accord Oli. Let me goe I say Orl. I will not till I please you shall heare mee my father charg'd you in his will to giue me good education you haue train'd me like a pezant obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities the spirit of my father growes strong in mee and I will no longer endure it therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentleman or giue mee the poore allottery my father left me by testament with that I will goe buy my fortunes Oli. And what wilt thou do beg when that is spent Well sir get you in I will not long be troubled with you you shall haue some part of your will I pray you leaue me Orl. I will no further offend you then becomes mee for my good Oli. Get you with him you olde dogge Adam Is old dogge my reward most true I haue lost my teeth in your seruice God be with my olde master he would not haue spoke such a word Ex. Orl. Ad. Oli. Is it euen so begin you to grow vpon me I will physicke your ranckenesse and yet giue no thousand crownes neyther holla Dennis Enter Dennis Den. Calls your worship Oli. Was not Charles the Dukes Wrastler heere to speake with me Den. So please you he is heere at the doore and importunes accesse to you Oli. Call him in 't will be a good way and to morrow the wrastling is Enter Charles Cha. Good morrow to your worship Oli. Good Mounsier Charles what 's the new newes at the new Court Charles There 's no newes at the Court Sir but the olde newes that is the old Duke is banished by his yonger brother the new Duke and three or foure louing Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with him whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke therefore he giues them good leaue to wander Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee banished with her Father Cha. O no for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so loues her being euer from their Cradles bred together that hee would haue followed her exile or haue died to stay behind her she is at the Court and no lesse beloued of her Vncle then his owne daughter and neuer two Ladies loued as they doe Oli. Where will the old Duke liue Cha. They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden and a many merry men with him and there they liue like the old Robin Hood of England they say many yong Gentlemen flocke to him euery day and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden world Oli. What you wrastle to morrow before the new Duke Cha. Marry doe I sir and I came to acquaint you with a matter I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand that your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against mee to try a fall to morrow sir I wrastle for my credit and hee that escapes me without some broken limbe shall acquit him well your brother is but young and tender and for your loue I would bee loth to foyle him as I must for my owne honour if hee come in therefore out of my loue to you I came hither to acquaint you withall that either you might stay him from his intendment or brooke such disgrace well as he shall runne into in that it is a thing of his owne search and altogether against my will Oli. Charles I thanke thee for thy loue to me which thou shalt finde I will most kindly require I had my selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein and haue
Duke And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle To keepe his daughter companie whose loues Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters But I can tell you that of late this Duke Hath tane displeasure ' gainst his gentle Neece Grounded vpon no other argument But that the people praise her for her vertues And pittie her for her good Fathers sake And on my life his malice ' gainst the Lady Will sodainly breake forth Sir fare you well Hereafter in a better world then this I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you Orl. I rest much bounden to you fare you well Thus must I from the smoake into the smother From tyrant Duke vnto a tyrant Brother But heauenly Rosaline Exit Scena Tertius Enter Celia and Rosaline Cel. Why Cosen why Rosaline Cupid haue mercie Not a word Ros Not one to throw at a dog Cel. No thy words are too precious to be cast away vpon curs throw some of them at me come lame mee with reasons Ros Then there were two Cosens laid vp when the one should be lam'd with reasons and the other mad without any Cel. But is all this for your Father Ros No some of it is for my childes Father Oh how full of briers is this working day world Cel. They are but burs Cosen throwne vpon thee in holiday foolerie if we walke not in the trodden paths our very petty-coates will catch them Ros I could shake them off my coate these burs are in my heart Cel. Hem them away Ros I would try if I could cry hem and haue him Cel. Come come wrastle with thy affections Ros O they take the part of a better wrastler then my selfe Cel. O a good wish vpon you you will trie in time in dispight of a fall but turning these iests out of seruice let vs talke in good earnest Is it possible on such a sodaine you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Roulands yongest sonne Ros The Duke my Father lou'd his Father deerelie Cel. Doth it therefore ensue that you should loue his Sonne deerelie By this kinde of chase I should hate him for my father hated his father deerely yet I hate not Orlando Ros No faith hate him not for my sake Cel. Why should I not doth he not deserue well Enter Duke with Lords Ros Let me loue him for that and do you loue him Because I doe Looke here comes the Duke Cel. With his eies full of anger Duk. Mistris dispatch you with your safest haste And get you from our Court. Ros Me Vncle. Duk. You Cosen Within these ten daies if that thou beest found So neere our publike Court as twentie miles Thou diest sor it Ros I doe beseech your Grace Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me If with my selfe I hold intelligence Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires If that I doe not dreame or be not franticke As I doe trust I am not then deere Vncle Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne Did I offend your highnesse Duk. Thus doe all Traitors If their purgation did consist in words They are as innocent as grace it selfe Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not Ros Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends Duk. Thou art thy Fathers daughter there 's enough Ros So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome So was I when your highnesse banisht him Treason is not inherited my Lord Or if we did deriue it from our friends What 's that to me my Father was no Traitor Then good my Leige mistake me not so much To thinke my pouertie is treacherous Cel. Deere Soueraigne heare me speake Duk. I Celia we staid her for your sake Else had she with her Father rang'd along Cel. I did not then intreat to haue her stay It was your pleasure and your owne remorse I was too yong that time to value her But now I know her if she be a Traitor Why so am I we still haue slept together Rose at an instant learn'd plaid eate together And wheresoere we went like Iunos Swans Still we went coupled and inseperable Duk. She is too subtile for thee and her smoothnes Her verie silence and per patience Speake to the people and they pittie her Thou art a foole she robs thee of thy name And thou wilt show more bright seem more vertuous When she is gone then open not thy lips Firme and irreuocable is my doombe Which I haue past vpon her she is banish'd Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Leige I cannot liue out of her companie Duk. You are a foole you Neice prouide your selfe If you out-stay the time vpon mine honor And in the greatnesse of my word you die Exit Duke c. Cel. O my poore Rosaline whether wilt thou goe Wilt thou change Fathers I will giue thee mine I charge thee be not thou more grieu'd then I am Ros I haue more cause Cel. Thou hast not Cosen Prethee be cheerefull know'st thou not the Duke Hath banish'd me his daughter Ros That he hath not Cel. No hath not Rosaline lacks then the loue Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one Shall we be sundred shall we part sweete girle No let my Father seeke another heire Therefore deuise with me how we may flie Whether to goe and what to beare with vs And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you To beare your griefes your selfe and leaue me out For by this heauen now at our sorrowes pale Say what thou canst I le goe along with thee Ros Why whether shall we goe Cel. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden Ros Alas what danger will it be to vs Maides as we are to trauell forth so farre Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold Cel. I le put my selfe in poore and meane attire And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face The like doe you so shall we passe along And neuer stir assailants Ros Were it not better Because that I am more then common tall That I did suite me all points like a man A gallant curtelax vpon my thigh A bore-speare in my hand and in my heart Lye there what hidden womans feare there will Wee le haue a swashing and a marshall outside As manie other mannish cowards haue That doe outface it with their semblances Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man Ros I le haue no worse a name then Ioues owne Page And therefore looke you call me Ganimed But what will you by call'd Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state No longer Celia but Aliena Ros But Cosen what if we assaid to steale The clownish Foole out of your Fathers Court Would he not be a comfort to our trauaile Cel. Hee le goe along ore the wide world with me Leaue me alone to woe him Let 's away And get our Iewels and our wealth together Deuise the fittest time and
appeare not inconuenient to you to set her before your eyes to morrow humane as she is and without any danger Orl. Speak'st thou in sober meanings Ros By my life I do which I tender deerly though I say I am a Magitian Therefore put you in your best aray bid your friends for if you will be married to morrow you shall and to Rosalind if you will Enter Siluius Phebe Looke here comes a Louer of mine and a louer of hers Phe. Youth you haue done me much vngentlenesse To shew the letter that I writ to you Ros I care not if I haue it is my studie To seeme despightfull and vngentle to you you are there followed by a faithful shepheard Looke vpon him loue him he worships you Phe. Good shepheard tell this youth what 't is to loue Sil. It is to be all made of sighes and teares And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of faith and seruice And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of fantasie All made of passion and all made oâ—â—hes All adoration dutie and obseruanâ— All humblenesse all patience and impatience All puritie all triall all obseruance And so am I for Phebe Phe. And so am I for Ganimed Orl. And so am I for Rosalind Ros And so am I for no woman Phe. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Sil. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Orl. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Ros Why do you speake too Why blame you mee to loue you Orl. To her that is not heere nor doth not heare Ros Pray you no more of this 't is like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone I will helpe you if I can I would loue you if I could To morrow meet me altogether I wil marrie you if euer I marrie Woman and I le be married to morrow I will satisfie you if euer I satisfi'd man and you shall bee married to morrow I wil content you if what pleases you contents you and you shal be married to morrow As you loue Rosalind meet as you loue Phebe meet and as I loue no woman I le meet so fare you wel I haue left you commands Sil. I le not faile if I liue Phe. Nor I. Orl. Nor I. Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Clowne and Audrey Clâ— To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey to morow will we be married Aud. I do desire it with all my heart and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of y e world Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages Enter two Pages 1. Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman Clo. By my troth well met come sit sit and a song 2. Pa. We are for you sit i' th middle 1. Pa. Shal we clap into 't roundly without hauking or spitting or saying we are hoarse which are the onely prologues to a bad voice 2. Pa. I faith y' faith and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse Song It was a Louer and his lasse With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino That o're the greene corne feild did passe In the spring time the onely pretty rang time When Birds do sing hey ding a ding ding Sweet Louers loue the spring And therefore take the present time With a hey a ho and a hey nonino For loue is crowned with the prime In spring time c. Betweene the acres of the Rie With a hey and a ho a hey nonino These prettie Country folks would lie In spring time c. This Carroll they began that houre With a hey and a ho a hey nonino How that a life was but a Flower In spring time c. Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen though there vvas no great matter in the dittie yet y e note was very vntunable 1. Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir we kept time we lost not our time Clo. By my troth yes I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song God buy you and God mend your voices Come Audrie Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Duke Senior Amyens Iaques Orlando Oliuer Celia Du. Sen. Dost thou beleeue Orlando that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised Orl. I sometimes do beleeue and somtimes do not As those that feare they hope and know they feare Enter Rosalinde Siluius Phebe Ros Patience once more whiles our coÌ„pact is vrg'd You say if I bring in your Rosalinde You wil bestow her on Orlando heere Du. Se. That would I had I kingdoms to giue with hir Ros And you say you wil haue her when I bring hir Orl. That would I were I of all kingdomes King Ros You say you 'l marrie me if I be willing Phe. That will I should I die the houre after Ros But if you do refuse to marrie me You 'l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard Phe. So is the bargaine Ros You say that you 'l haue Phebe if she will Sil. Though to haue her and death were both one thing Ros I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen Keepe you your word O Duke to giue your daughter You yours Orlando to receiue his daughter Keepe you your word Phebe that you 'l marrie me Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard Keepe your word Siluius that you 'l marrie her If she refuse me and from hence I go To make these doubts all euen Exit Ros and Celia Du. Sen. I do remember in this shepheard boy Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour Orl. My Lord the first time that I euer saw him Me thought he was a brother to your daughter But my good Lord this Boy is Forrest borne And hath bin tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his vnckle Whom he reports to be a great Magitian Enter Clowne and Audrey Obscured in the circle of this Forrest Iaq. There is sure another flood toward and these couples are comming to the Arke Here comes a payre of verie strange beasts which in all tongues are call'd Fooles Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all Iaq. Good my Lord bid him welcome This is the Motley-minded Gentleman that I haue so often met in the Forrest he hath bin a Courtier he sweares Clo. If any man doubt that let him put mee to my purgation I haue trod a measure I haue flattred a Lady I haue bin politicke with my friend smooth with mine enemie I haue vndone three Tailors I haue had foure quarrels and like to haue fought one Iaq. And how was that tane vp Clo. 'Faith we met and found the quarrel was vpon the seuenth cause Iaq. How seuenth cause Good my Lord like this fellow Du. Se. I like him very well Clo. Godâ—ild you sir I desire you
But I haue cause to pry into this pedant Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble To cast thy wandring eyes on euery stale Seize thee that List if once I finde thee ranging Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing Exit Enter Baptista Gremio Tranio Katherine Bianca and others attendants Bap. Signior Lucentio this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married And yet we heare not of our sonne in Law What will be said what mockery will it be To want the Bride-groome when the Priest attends To speake the ceremoniall rites of marriage What saies Lucentio to this shame of ours Kate. No shame but mine I must forsooth be forst To giue my hand oppos'd against my heart Vnto a mad-braine rudes by full of spleene Who woo'd in haste and meanes to wed at leysure I told you I he was a franticke foole Hiding his bitter iests in blunt behauiour And to be noted for a merry man Hee 'll wooe a thousand point the day of marriage Make friends inuite and proclaime the banes Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd Now must the world point at poore Katherine And say loe there is man Petruchio's wife If it would please him come and marry her Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well What euer fortune stayes him from his word Though he be blunt I know him passing wise Though he be merry yet withall he 's honest Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen him though Exit weeping Bap. Goe girle I cannot blame thee now to weepe For such an iniurie would vexe a very saint Much more a shrew of impatient humour Enter Biondello Bion. Master master newes and such newes as you neuer heard of Bap. Is it new and olde too how may that be Bion. Why is it not newes to heard of Petruchio's comming Bap. Is he come Bion. Why no sir Bap. What then Bion. He is comming Bap. When will he be heere Bion. When he stands where I am and sees you there Tra. But say what to thine olde newes Bion. Why Petruchio is comming in a new hat and an old ierkin a paire of olde breeches thrice turn'd a paire of bootes that haue beene candle-cases one buckled another lac'd an olde rusty sword tane out of the Towne Armory with a broken hilt and chapelesse with two broken points his horse hip'd with an olde mothy saddle and stirrops of no kindred besides possest with the glanders and like to mose in the chine troubled with the Lampasse infected with the fashions full of Windegalls sped with Spauins raied with the Yellowes past cure of the Fiues starke spoyl'd with the Staggers begnawne with the Bots Waid in the backe and shoulder-shotten neere leg'd before and with a halfe-chekt Bitte a headstall of sheepes leather which being restrain'd to keepe him from stumbling hath been often burst and now repaired with knots one girth sixe times peec'd and a womans Crupper of velure which hath two letters for her name fairely set down in studs and heere and there peec'd with packthred Bap. Who comes with him Bion. Oh sir his Lackey for all the world Caparison'd like the horse with a linnen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose on the other gartred with a red and blew lift an old hat the humor of forty fancies prickt in 't for a feather a monster a very monster in apparell not like a Christian foot-boy or a gentlemans Lacky Tra. 'T is some od humor pricks him to this fashion Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd Bap. I am glad he 's come howsoere he comes Bion. Why sir he comes not Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes Bion. Who that Petruchio came Bap. I that Petruchio came Bion. No sir I say his horse comes with him on his backe Bap. Why that 's all one Bion. Nay by S. Iamy I hold you a penny a horse and a man is more then one and yet not many Enter Petruchio and Grumio Pet. Come where be these gallants who 's at home Bap. You are welcome sir Petr. And yet I come not well Bap. And yet you halt not Tra. Not so well apparell'd as I wish you were Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus But where is Kate where is my louely Bride How does my father gentles methinkes you frowne And wherefore gaze this goodly company As if they saw some wondrous monument Some Commet or vnusuall prodigie Bap. Why sir you know this is your wedding day First were we sad fearing you would not come Now sadder that you come so vnprouided Fie doff this habit shame to your estate An eye-sore to our solemne festiuall Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe Petr. Tedious it were to tell and harsh to heare Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word Though in some part inforced to digresse Which at more leysure I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied with all But where is Kate I stay too long from her The morning weares 't is time we were at Church Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes Goe to my chamber put on clothes of mine Pet. Not I beleeue me thus I le visit her Bap. But thus I trust you will not marry her Pet. Good sooth euen thus therefore ha done with words To me she 's married not vnto my cloathes Could I repaire what she will weare in me As I can change these poore accoutrements 'T were well for Kate and better for my selfe But what a foole am I to chat with you When I should bid good morrow to my Bride And seale the title with a louely kisse Exit Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire We will perswade him be it possible To put on better ere he goe to Church Bap. I le after him and see the euent of this Exit Tra. But sir Loue concerneth vs to adde Her fathers liking which to bring to passe As before imparted to your worship I am to get a man what ere he be It skills not much wee le fit him to our turne And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa And make assurance heere in Padua Of greater summes then I haue promised So shall you quietly enioy your hope And marry sweet Bianca with consent Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolemaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly 'T were good me-thinkes to steale our marriage Which once perform'd let all the world say no I le keepe mine owne despite of all the world Tra. That by degrees we meane to looke into And watch our vantage in this businesse Wee 'll ouer-reach the grey-beard Gremio The narrow prying father Minola The quaint Musician amorous Litio All for my Masters sake Lucentio Enter Gremio Signior Gremio came you from the Church Gre. As willingly as ere I came
did beget vs both And were our father and this sonne like him O old sir Robert Father on my knee I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee K. Iohn Why what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face The accent of his tongue affecteth him Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne In the large composition of this man K. Iohn Mine eye hath well examined his parts And findes them perfect Richard sirra speake What doth moue you to claime your brotherâ— lâ—d Philip. Because he hath a half 〈◊〉 like my 〈◊〉 With halfe that face would he haue all my â—and A halfe-fac'd groaâ— fiue hundred pound a yeere Rob. My gracious Liege when that my father liu'd Your brother did imploy my father much Phil. Well sir by this you cannot get my land Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie To Germany there with the Emperor To treat of high affaires touching that time Th' aduantage of his absence tooke the King And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers Where how he did preuaile I shame to speake But truth is truth large lengths of seas and shores Betweene my father and my mother lay As I haue heard my father speake himselfe When this same lusty gentleman was got Vpon his death-bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me and tooke it on his death That this my mothers sonne was none of his And if he were he came into the world Full fourteene weekes before the course of time Then good my Liedge let me haue what is mine My fathers land as was my fathers will K. Iohn Sirra your brother is Legittimate Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him And if she did play false the fault was hers Which fault lyes on the hazards of all husbands That marry wiues tell me how if my brother Who as you say tooke paines to get this sonne Had of your father claim'd this sonne for his Insooth good friend your father might haue kept This Calfe bred from his Cow from all the world Insooth he might then if he were my brothers My brother might not claime him nor your father Being none of his refuse him this concludes My mothers sonne did get your fathers heyre Your fathers heyre must haue your fathers land Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force To dispossesse that childe which is not his Phil. Of no more force to dispossesse me sir Then was his will to get me as I think Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge And like thy brother to enioy thy land Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion Lord of thy presence and no land beside Bast Madam and if my brother had my shape And I had his sir Roberts his like him And if my legs were two such riding rods My armes such eele skins stuft my face so thin That in mine eare I duâ—st not sticke a rose Lest men should say looke where three farthings goes And to his shape were heyre to all this land Would I might neuer stirre from off this place I would giue it euery foot to haue this face It would not be sir nobbe in any case Elinor I like thee well wilt thou forsake thy fortune Bequeath thy land to him and follow me I am a Souldier and now bound to France Bast Brother take you my land I le take my chance Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yâ—ere Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 't is deere Madam I le follow you vnto the death Elinor Nay I would haue you go before me thither Bast Our Country manners giue our betters way K. Iohn What iâ— thy name Bast Philip â—y Liege so is my name begun Philip good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne K. Iohn From henceforth beare his name Whose for me thou bearest Kneele thou downe Philip but rise more great Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet Bast Brother by th' mothers side giue me your hand My father gaue me honor yours gaue land Now blessed be the houre by night or day When I was got Sir Robert was away Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet I am thy grandame Richard call me so Bast Madam by chance but not by truth what tho Something about a little from the right In at the window or else ore the hatch Who dares not stirre by day must walke by night And haue is haue how euer men doe catch Neere or farre off well wonne is still well shot And I am I how ere I was begot K. Iohn Goe Faulconbridge now hast thou thy desire A landlesse Knight makes thee a landed Squire Come Madam and come Richard we must speed For France for France for it is more then need Bast Brother adieu good fortune come to thee For thou wast got i' th way of honesty Exeunt all but bastard Bast A foot of Honor better then I was But many a many foot of Land the worse Well now can I make any Ioane a Lady Good den Sir Richard God a mercy fellow And if his name be George I le call him Peter For new made honor doth forget mens names 'T is two respectiue and too sociable For your conuersion now your traueller Hee and his tooth-picke at my worships messe And when my knightly stomacke is suffis'd Why then I sucke my teeth and catechize My picked man of Countries my deare sir Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin I shall beseech you that is question now And then comes answer like an Absey booke O sir sayes answer at your best command At your employment at your seruice sir No sir saies question I sweet sir at yours And so ere answer knowes what question would Sauing in Dialogue of Complement And talking of the Alpes and Appenines The Perennean and the riuer Poe It drawes toward fupper in conclusion so But this is worshipfull society And fits the mounting spirit like my selfe For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smoake of obseruation And so am I whether I smacke or no And not alone in habit and deuice Exterior forme outward accoutrement But from the inward motion to deliuer Sweet sweet sweet poyson for the ages tooth Which though I will not practice to deceiue Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising But who comes in such haste in riding robes What woman post is this hath she no husband That will take paines to blow a horne before her O me 't is my mother how now good Lady What brings you heere to Court so hastily Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney Lady Where is that slaue thy brother where is he That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe Bast My brother Robert old Sir Roberts sonne Colbrand the Gyant that same mighty man Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so Lady Sir Roberts sonne I thou vnreuerend boy Sir Roberts sonne why scorn'st
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
They breake their Faith to God as well as vs Cry Woe Destruction Ruine Losse Decay The worst is Death and Death will haue his day Scroope Glad am I that your Highnesse is so arm'd To beare the tidings of Calamitie Like an vnseasonable stormie day Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores As if the World were all dissolu'd to teares So high aboue his Limits swells the Rage Of Bullingbrooke couering your fearefull Land With hard bright Steele and hearts harder then Steele White Beares haue arm'd their thin and hairelesse Scalps Against thy Maiestie and Boyes with Womens Voyces Striue to speake bigge and clap their female ioints In stiffe vnwâ—eldie Armes against thy Crowne Thy very Beads-men learne to bend their Bowes Of double fatall Eugh against thy State Yea Distaffe-Women manage rustie Bills Against thy Seat both young and old rebell And all goes worse then I haue power to tell Rich. Too well too well thou tell'st a Tale so ill Where is the Earle of Wiltshire where is Bagot What is become of Bushie where is Greene That they haue let the dangerous Enemie Measure our Confines with such peacefull steps If we preuaile their heads shall pay for it I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke Scroope Peace haue they made with him indeede my Lord. Rich. Oh Villains Vipers damn'd without redemption Dogges easily woon to fawne on any man Snakes in my heart blood-warm'd that sting my heart Three Iudasses each one thrice worse then Iudas Would they make peace terrible Hell make warre Vpon their spotted Soules for this Offence Scroope Sweet Loue I see changing his propertie Turnes to the sowrest and most deadly hate Againe vncurse their Soules their peace is made With Heads and not with Hands those whom you curse Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand And lye full low grau'd in the hollow ground Aum. Is Bushie Greene and the Earle of Wiltshire dead Scroope Yea all of them at Bristow lost their heads Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power Rich. No matter where of comfort no man speake Let 's talke of Graues of Wormes and Epitaphs Make Dust our Paper and with Raynie eyes Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth Let 's chuse Executors and talke of Wills And yet not so for what can we bequeath Saue our deposed bodies to the ground Our Lands our Liues and all are Bullingbrookes And nothing can we call our owne but Death And that small Modell of the barren Earth Which serues as Paste and Couer to our Bones For Heauens sake let vs sit vpon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of Kings How some haue been depos'd some slaine in warre Some haunted by the Ghosts they haue depos'd Some poyson'd by their Wiues some sleeping kill'd All murther'd For within the hollow Crowne That rounds the mortall Temples of a King Keepes Death his Court and there the Antique sits Scoffing his State and grinning at his Pompe Allowing him a breath a little Scene To Monarchize be fear'd and kill with lookes Infusing him with selfe and vaine conceit As if this Flesh which walls about our Life Were Brasse impregnable and humor'd thus Comes at the last and with a little Pinne Bores through his Castle Walls and farwell King Couer your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemne Reuerence throw away Respect Tradition Forme and Ceremonious dutie For you haue but mistooke me all this while I liue with Bread like you feele Want Taste Griefe need Friends subiected thus How can you say to me I am a King Carl. My Lord wise men ne're waile their present woes But presently preuent the wayes to waile To feare the Foe since feare oppresseth strength Giues in your weakenesse strength vnto your Foe Feare and be slaine no worse can come to fight And fight and die is death destroying death Where fearing dying payes death seruile breath Aum. My Father hath a Power enquire of him And learne to make a Body of a Limbe Rich. Thou chid'st me well proud Bullingbrooke I come To change Blowes with thee for our day of Doome This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne An easie taske it is to winne our owne Say Scroope where lyes our Vnckle with his Power Speake sweetly man although thy lookes be sowre Scroope Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie The state and inclination of the day So may you by my dull and heauie Eye My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to say I play the Torturer by small and small To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken Your Vnckle Yorke is ioyn'd with Bullingbrooke And all your Northerne Castles yeelded vp And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes Vpon his Faction Rich. Thou hast said enough Beshrew thee Cousin which didst lead me forth Of that sweet way I was in to despaire What say you now What comfort haue we now By Heauen I le hate him euerlastingly That bids me be of comfort any more Goe to Flint Castle there I le pine away A King Woes slaue shall Kingly Woe obey That Power I haue discharge and let 'em goe To eare the Land that hath some hope to grow For I haue none Let no man speake againe To alter this for counsaile is but vaine Aum. My Liege one word Rich. He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue Discharge my followers let them hence away From Richards Night to Bullingbrookes faire Day Exeunt Scaena Tertia Enter with Drum and Colours Bullingbrooke Yorke Northumberland Attendants Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne The Welchmen are dispers'd and Salisbury Is gone to meet the King who lately landed With some few priuate friends vpon this Coast North. The newes is very faire and good my Lord Richard not farre from hence hath hid his head York It would beseeme the Lord Northumberland To say King Richard alack the heauie day When such a sacred King should hide his head North. Your Grace mistakes onely to be briefe Left I his Title out York The time hath beene Would you haue beene so briefe with him he would Haue beene so briefe with you to shorten you For taking so the Head your whole heads length Bull. Mistake not Vnckle farther then you should York Take not good Cousin farther then you should Least you mistake the Heauens are ore your head Bull. I know it Vnckle and oppose not my selfe Against their will But who comes here Enter Percie Welcome Harry what will not this Castle yeeld Per. The Castle royally is mann'd my Lord Against thy entrance Bull. Royally Why it containes no King Per. Yes my good Lord It doth containe a King King Richard lyes Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone And with him the Lord Aumerle Lord Salisbury Sir Stephen Scroope besides a Clergie man Of holy reuerence who I cannot learne North. Oh belike it is the Bishop of Carlâ—le Bull. Noble Lord Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient
and fresh Sutes And giue their fasting Horses Prouender And after fight with them Const I stay but for my Guard on To the field I will the Banner from a Trumpet take And vse it for my haste Come come away The Sunne is high and we out-weare the day Exeunt Enter Gloucester Bedford Exeter Erpingham with all his Hoast Salisbury and Westmerland Glouc. Where is the King Bedf. The King himselfe is rode to view their Battaile West Of fighting men they haue full threescore thousand Exe. There 's fiue to one besides they all are fresh Salisb. Gods Arme strike with vs 't is a fearefull oddes God buy ' you Princes all I le to my Charge If we no more meet till we meet in Heauen Then ioyfully my Noble Lord of Bedford My deare Lord Gloucester and my good Lord Exeter And my kind Kinsman Warriors all adieu Bedf. Farwell good Salisbury good luck go with thee And yet I doe thee wrong to mind thee of it For thou art fram'd of the firme truth of valour Exe. Farwell kind Lord fight valiantly to day Bedf He is as full of Valour as of Kindnesse Princely in both Enter the King West O that we now had here But one ten thousand of those men in England That doe no worke to day King What 's he that wishes so My Cousin Westmerland No my faire Cousin If we are markt to dye we are enow To doe our Countrey losse and if to liue The fewer men the greater share of honour Gods will pray thee wish not one man more By Ioue I am not couetous for Gold Nor care I who doth seed vpon my cost It yernes me not if men my Garments weare Such outward things dwell not in my desires But if it be a sinne to couet Honor I am the most offending Soule aliue No 'faith my Couze wish not a man from England Gods peace I would not loose so great an Honor â— one man more me thinkes would share from me â—r the best hope I haue O doe not wish one more â—ther proclaime it Westmerland through my Hoast â—at he which hath no stomack to this fight â—t him depart his Pasport shall be made Aâ—d Crownes for Conuoy put into his Purse We would not dye in that mans companie That feares his fellowship to dye with vs. This day is call'd the Feast of Crispian He that out-liues this day and comes safe home Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named And rowie him at the Name of Crispian He that shall see this day and liue old age Will yeerely on the Vigil feast his neighbours And say to morrow is Saint Crispian Then will he strip his sleeue and shew his skarres Old men forget yet all shall be forgot But hee 'le remember with aduantages What feats he did that day Then shall our Names Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the King Bedford and Exeter Warwick and Talbot Salisbury and Gloucester Be in their flowing Cups freshly remembred This story shall the good man teach his sonne And Crispine Crispian shall ne're goe by From this day to the ending of the World But we in it shall be remembred We few we happy few we band of brothers For he to day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother be he ne're so vile This day shall gentle his Condition And Gentlemen in England now a bed Shall thinke the â—selues accurst they were not here And hold their Manhoods cheape whiles any speakes That fought with vs vpon Saint Crispines day Enter Salisbury Sal. My Soueraign Lord bestow your selfe with speed The French are brauely in their battailes set And will with all expedience charge on vs. King All things are ready if our minds be so West Perish the man whose mind is backward now King Thou do'st not wish more helpe from England Couze West Gods will my Liege would you and I alone Without more helpe could fight this Royall battaile King Why now thou hast vnwisht fiue thousand men Which likes me better then to wish vs one You know your places God be with you all Tucket Enter Montioy Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harry If for thy Ransome thou wilt now compound Before thy most assured Ouerthrow For certainly thou art so neere the Gulfe Thou needs must be englutted Besides in mercy The Constable desires thee thou wilt-mind Thy followers of Repentance that their Soules May make a peacefull and a sweet retyre From off these fields where wretches their poore bodies Must lye and sester King Who hath sent thee now Mont. The Constable of France King I pray thee beare my former Answer back Bid them atchieue me and then sell my bones Good God why should they mock poore fellowes thus The man that once did sell the Lyons skin While the beast liu'd was kill'd with hunting him A many of our bodyes shall no doubt Find Natiue Graues vpon the which I trust Shall witnesse liue in Brasse of this dayes worke And those that leaue their valiant bones in France Dying like men though buryed in your Dunghills They shall be fam'd for there the Sun shall greet them And draw their honors reeking vp to Heauen Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme The smell whereof shall breed a Plague in France Marke then abounding valour in our English That being dead like to the bullets crasing Breake out into a second course of mischiefe Killing in relapse of Mortalitie Let me speake prowdly Tell the Constable We are but Warriors for the working day Our Gaynesse and our Gilt are all besmyrcht With raynie Marching in the painefull field There 's not a piece of feather in our Hoast Good argument I hope we will not flye And time hath worne vs into slouenrie But by the Masse our hearts are in the trim And my poore Souldiers tell me yet ere Night They 'le be in fresher Robes or they will pluck The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads And turne them out of seruice If they doe this As if God please they shall my Ransome then Will soone be leuyed Herauld saue thou thy labour Come thou no more for Ransome gentle Herauld They shall haue none I sweare but these my ioynts Which if they haue as I will leaue vm them Shall yeeld them little tell the Constable Mont. I shall King Harry And so fare thee well Thou neuer shalt heare Herauld any more Exit King I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a Ransome Enter Yorke Yorke My Lord most humbly on my knee I begge The leading of the Vaward King Take it braue Yorke Now Souldiers march away And how thou pleasest God dispose the day Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Pistoll French Souldier Boy Pist Yeeld Curre French Ie pense que vous estes le Gentilhome de bon qualitee Pist Qualtitie calmie cuslure me Art thou a Gentleman What is thy Name discusse French O Seigneur Dieu Pist O Signieur Dewe
Story That I may prompt them and of such as haue I humbly pray them to admit th' excuse Of time of numbers and due course of things Which cannot in their huge and proper life Be here presented Now we beare the King Toward Callice Graunt him there there seene Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughts Athwart the Sea Behold the English beach Pales in the flood with Men Wiues and Boyes Whose shouts claps out-voyce the deep-mouth'd Sea Which like a mightie Whiffler 'fore the King Seemes to prepare his way So let him land And solemnly see him set on to London So swift a pace hath Thought that euen now You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath Where that his Lords desire him to haue borne His bruised Helmet and his bended Sword Before him through the Citie he forbids it Being free from vain-nesse and selfe-glorious pride Giuing full Trophee Signall and Ostent Quite from himselfe to God But now behold In the quick Forge and working-house of Thought How London doth powre out her Citizens The Maior and all his Brethren in best sort Like to the Senatours of th' antique Rome With the Plebeians swarming at their heeles Goe forth and fetch their Conqu'ring Caesar in As by a lower but by louing likelyhood Were now the Generall of our gracious Empresse As in good time he may from Ireland comming Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword How many would the peacefull Citie quit To welcome him much more and much more cause Did they this Harry Now in London place him As yet the lamentation of the French Inuites the King of Englands stay at home The Emperour 's comming in behalfe of France To order peace betweene them and omit All the occurrences what euer chanc't Till Harryes backe returne againe to France There must we bring him and my selfe haue play'd The interim by remembring you 't is past Then brooke abridgement and your eyes aduance After your thoughts straight backe againe to France Exit Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Nay that 's right but why weare you your Leeke to day S. Dauies day is past Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things I will tell you asse my friend Captaine Gower the rascally scauld beggerly lowsie pragging Knaue Pistoll which you and your selfe and all the World know to be no petter then a fellow looke you now of no merits hee is come to me and prings me pread and sault yesterday looke you and bid me eate my Leeke it was in a place where I could not breed no contention with him but I will be so bold as to weare it in my Cap till I see him once againe and then I will tell him a little piece of my desires Enter Pistoll Gower Why heere hee comes swelling like a Turky-cock Flu. 'T is no matter for his swellings nor his Turky-cocks God plesse you aunchient Pistoll you scuruie lowsie Knaue God plesse you Pist Ha art thou bedlam doest thou thirst base Troian to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flu. I peseech you heartily scuruie lowsie Knaue at my desires and my requests and my petitions to eate looke you this Leeke because looke you you doe not loue it nor your affections and your appetites and your disgestions doo's not agree with it I would desire you to eate it Pist Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats Flu. There is one Goat for you Strikes him Will you be so good scauld Knaue as eate it Pist Base Troian thou shalt dye Flu. You say very true scauld Knaue when Gods will is I will desire you to liue in the meane time and eate your Victuals come there is sawce for it You call'd me yesterday Mountaine-Squier but I will make you to day a squire of low degree I pray you fall too if you can mocke a Leeke you can eate a Leeke Gour. Enough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flu. I say I will make him eate some part of my leeke or I will peate his pate foure dayes bite I pray you it is good for your greene wound and your ploodie Coxecombe Pist Must I bite Flu. Yes certainly and out of doubt and out of question too and ambiguities Pist By this Leeke I will most horribly reuenge I eate and eate I sweare Flu. Eate I pray you will you haue some more sauce to your Leeke there is not enough Leeke to sweare by Pist Quâ—et thy Cudgell thou dost see I eate Flu. Much good do you scald knaue heartily Nay pray you throw none away the skinne is good for your broken Coxcombe when you take occasions to see Leekes heereafter I pray you mocke at 'em that is all Pist Good Flu. I Leekes is good hold you there is a groat to heale your pate Pist Me a groat Flu Yes verily and in truth you shall take it or I haue another Leeke in my pocket which you shall eate Pist I take thy groat in earnest of reuenge Flu. If I owe you any thing I will pay you in Cudgels you shall be a Woodmonger and buy nothing of me but cudgels God bu'y you and keepe you heale your pate Exit Pist All hell shall stirre for this Gow Go go you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an honourable respect and worne as a memorable Trophee of predeceased valor and dare not auouch in your deeds any of your words I haue seene you gleeking galling at this Gentleman twice or thrice You thought because he could not speake English in the natiue garb he could not therefore handle an English Cudgell you finde it otherwise and henceforth let a Welsh correction teach you a good English condition fare ye well Exit Pist Doeth fortune play the huswife with me now Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i' th Spittle of a malady of France and there my rendeuous is quite cut off Old I do waxe and from my wearie limbes honour is Cudgeld Well Baud I le turne and something leane to Cut-purse of quicke hand To England will I steale and there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these cudgeld scarres And swore I got them in the Gallia warres Exit Enter at one doore King Henry Exeter Bedford Warwicke and other Lords At another Queene Isabel the King the Duke of Bourgougne and other French King Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met Vnto our brother France and to our Sister Health and faire time of day Ioy and good wishes To our most faire and Princely Cosine Katherine And as a branch and member of this Royalty By whom this great assembly is contriu'd We do salute you Duke oâ— Burgogne And Princes French and Peeres health to you all 〈◊〉 Right ioyous are we to behold your face Most worthy brother England fairely met So are you Princes English euery one Quee. So happy be the Issue brother Ireland Of this good day and of this gracious meeting
they cry though you forbid That they will guard you where you will or no From such fell Serpents as false Suffolke is With whose inuenomed and fatall sting Your louing Vnckle twentie times his worth They say is shamefully bereft of life Commons within An answer from the King my Lord of Salisbury Suff. 'T is like the Commons rude vnpolisht Hindes Could send such Message to their Soueraigne But you my Lord were glad to be imploy'd To shew how queint an Orator you are But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne Is that he was the Lord Embassador Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King Within An answer from the King or wee will all breake in King Goe Salisbury and tell them all from me I thanke them for their tender louing care And had I not beene cited so by them Yet did I purpose as they doe entreat For sure my thoughts doe hourely prophecie Mischance vnto my State by Suffolkes meanes And therefore by his Maiestie I sweare Whose farre-vnworthie Deputie I am He shall not breathe infection in this ayre But three dayes longer on the paine of death Qu. Oh Henry let me pleade for gentle Suffolke King Vngentle Queene to call him gentle Suffolke No more I sayâ— if thou do'st pleade for him Thou wilt but adde encrease vnto my Wrath. Had I but sayd I would haue kept my Word But when I sweare it is irreuocable If after three dayes space thou here bee'st found On any ground that I am Ruler of The World shall not be Ransome for thy Life Come Warwicke come good Warwicke goe with mee I haue great matters to impart to thee Exit Qu. Mischance and Sorrow goe along with you Hearts Discontent and sowre Affliction Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie There 's two of you the Deuill make a third And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your steps Suff. Cease gentle Queene these Execrations And let thy Suffolke take his heauie leaue Queen Fye Coward woman and soft harâ—ed wretch Hast thou not spirit to curse thine enemy Suf. A plague vpon them wherefore should I cursse them Would curses kill as doth the Mandrakes grone I would inuent as bitter searching termes As curst as harsh and horrible to heare Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth With full as many fignes of deadly hate As leane-fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint Mine haire be fixt an end as one distract I euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake Should I not curse them Poyson be their drinke Gall worse then Gall the daintiest that they taste Their sweetest shade a groue of Cypresse Trees Their cheefest Prospect murd'ring Basiliskes Their softest Touch as smart as Lyzards stings Their Musicke frightfull as the Serpents hisse And boading Screech-Owles make the Consort full All the foule terrors in darke seated hell Q. Enough sweet Suffolke thou torment'st thy selfe And these dread curses like the Sunne ' gainst glasse Or like an ouer-charged Gun recoile And turnes the force of them vpon thy selfe Suf. You bad me ban and will you bid me leaue Now by the ground that I am banish'd from Well could I curse away a Winters night Though standing naked on a Mountaine top Where byting cold would neuer let grasse grow And thinke it but a minute spent in sport Qu. Oh let me intreat thee cease giue me thy hand That I may dew it with my mournfull teaâ—es Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place To wash away my wofull Monuments Oh could this kisse be printed in thy hand That thou might'st thinke vpon these by the Seale Through whom a thousand sighes are breath'd for thee So get thee gone that I may know my greefe 'T is but surmiz'd whiles thou art standing by As one that surfets thinking on a want I will repeale thee or be well assur'd Aduenture to be banished my selfe And banished I am if but from thee Go speake not to me euen now be gone Oh go not yet Euen thus two Friends condemn'd Embrace and kisse and take ten thousand leaues Loather a hundred times to part then dye Yet now farewell and farewell Life with thee Suf. Thus is poore Suffolke ten times banished Once by the King and three times thrice by thee 'T is not the Land I care for wer 't thou thence A Wildernesse is populous enough So Suffolke had thy heauenly company For where thou art there is the World it selfe With euery seuerall pleasure in the World And where thou art not Desolation I can no more Liue thou to ioy thy life My selfe no ioy in nought but that thou liu'st Enter Vaux Queene Whether goes Vaux so fast What newes I prethee Vaux To signifie vnto his Maiesty That Cardinall Beauford is at point of death For sodainly a greeuous sicknesse tooke him That makes him gaspe and stare and catch the aire Blaspheming God and cursing men on earth Sometime he talkes as if Duke Humfries Ghost Were by his side Sometime he calles the King And whispers to his pillow as to him The secrets of his ouer-charged soule And I am sent to tell his Maiestie That euen now he cries alowd for him Qu. Go tell this heauy Message to the King Exit Aye me What is this World What newes are these But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore losse Omitting Suffolkes exile my soules Treasure Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee And with the Southerne clouds contend in teares Theirs for the earths encrease mine for my sorrowes Now get thee hence the King thou know'st is comming If thou be found by me thou art but dead Suf. If I depart from thee I cannot liue And in thy sight to dye what were it else But like a pleasant slumber in thy lap Heere could I breath my soule into the ayre As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips Where from thy sight I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close vp mine eyes To haue thee with thy lippes to stop my mouth So should'st thou eyther turne my flying soule Or I should breathe it so into thy body And then it liu'd in sweete Elizium To dye by thee were but to dye in iest From thee to dye were torture more then death Oh let me stay befall what may befall Queen Away Though parting be a fretfull corosiue Ir is applyed to a deathfull wound To France sweet Suffolke Let me heare from thee For wheresoere thou art in this worlds Globe I le haue an Iris that shall finde thee out Suf. I go Qu. And take my heart with thee Suf. A Iewell lockt into the wofulst Caske That euer did containe a thing of worth Euen as a splitted Barke so sunder we This way fall I to death Qu. This way for me Exeunt Enter the King Salisbury and Warwicke to the Cardinal in bed King How fare's my Lord Speake
Suf. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus it is thee I feare Wal. Thou shalt haue cause to feare before I leaue thee What are ye danted now Now will ye stoope 1. Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him speak him fair Suf. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is sterne and rough Vs'd to command vntaught to pleade for fauour Farre be it we should honor such as these With humble suite no rather let my head Stoope to the blocke then these knees bow to any Saue to the God of heauen and to my King And sooner dance vpon a bloody pole Then stand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome True Nobility is exempt from feare More can I beare then you dare execute Lieu. Hale him away and let him talke no more Come Souldiers shew what cruelty ye can Suf. That this my death may neuer be forgot Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions A Romane Sworder and Bandetto slaue Murder'd sweet Tully Bruim Bastard hand Stab'd Iulius Caesar Sauage Islanders Pompey the Great and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats Exit Water with Suffolke Lieu. And as for these whose ransome we haue set It is our pleasure one of them depart Therefore come you with vs and let him go Exit Lieutenant and the rest Manet the first Gent. Enter Walter with the body Wal. There let his head and liuelesse bodie lye Vntill the Queene his Mistris bury it Exit Walter 1. Gent. O barbarous and bloudy spectacle His body will I beare vnto the King If he reuenge it not yet will his Friends So will the Queene that liuing held him deere Enter Beuis and Iohn Holland Beuis Come and get thee a sword though made of a Lath they haue bene vp these two dayes Hol. They haue the more neede to sleepe now then Beuis I tell thee Iacke Cade the Cloathier meanes to dresse the Common-wealth and turne it and set a new nap vpon it Hol. So he had need for 't is thred-bare Well I say it was neuer merrie world in England since Gentlemen came vp Beuis O miserable Age Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men Hol. The Nobilitie thinke scorne to goe in Leather Aprons Beuis Nay more the Kings Councell are no good Workemen Hol. True and yet it is said Labour in thy Vocation which is as much to say as let the Magistrates be labouring men and therefore should we be Magistrates Beuis Thou hast hit it for there 's no better signe of a braue minde then a hard hand Hol. I see them I see them There 's Bests Sonne the Tanner of Wingham Beuis Hee shall haue the skinnes of our enemies to make Dogges Leather of Hol. And Dicke the Butcher Beuis Then is sin strucke downe like an Oxe and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe Hol. And Smith the Weauer Beu Argo their thred of life is spun Hol. Come come let 's fall in with them Drumme Enter Cade Dicke Butcher Smith the Weauer and a Sawyer with infinite numbers Cade Wee Iohn Cade so tearm'd of our supposed Father But. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings Cade For our enemies shall faile before vs inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes Command silence But. Silence Cade My Father was a Mortimer But. He was an honest man and a good Bricklayer Cade My mother a Plantagenet Butch I knew her well she was a Midwife Cade My wife descended of the Lacies But. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter sold many Laces Weauer But now of late not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe she washes buckes here at home Cade Therefore am I of an honorable house But. I by my faith the field is honourable and there was he borne vnder a hedge for his Father had neuer a house but the Cage Cade Valiant I am Weauer A must needs for beggery is valiant Cade I am able to endure much But. No question of that for I haue seene him whipt three Market dayes together Cade I feare neither sword nor fire Wea. He neede not feare the sword for his Coate is of proofe But. But me thinks he should stand in feare of fire being burnt i' th hand for stealing of Sheepe Cade Be braue then for your Captaine is Braue and Vowes Reformation There shall be in England seuen halfe peny Loaues sold for a peny the three hoop'd pot shall haue ten hoopes and I wil make it Fellony to drink small Beere All the Realme shall be in Common and in Cheapside shall my Palfrey go to grasse and when I am King as King I will be All. God saue your Maiesty Cade I thanke you good people There shall bee no mony all shall eate and drinke on my score and I will apparrell them all in one Liuery that they may agree like Brothers and worship me their Lord. But. The first thing we do let 's kill all the Lawyers Cade Nay that I meane to do Is not this a lamentable thing that of the skin of an innocent Lambe should be made Parchment that Parchment being scribeld ore should vndoe a man Some say the Bee stings but I say 't is the Bees waxe for I did but seale once to a thing and I was neuer mine owne man since How now Who 's there Enter a Clearke Weauer The Clearke of Chartam hee can write and reade and cast accompt Cade O monstrous Wea. We tooke him setting of boyes Copies Cade Here 's a Villaine Wea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in 't Cade Nay then he is a Coniurer But. Nay he can make Obligations and write Court hand Cade I am sorry for 't The man is a proper man of mine Honour vnlesse I finde him guilty he shall not die Come hither sirrah I must examine thee What is thy name Clearke Emanuell But. They vse to writ it on the top of Letters 'T will go hard with you Cade Let me alone Dost thou vse to write thy name Or hast thou a marke to thy selfe like a honest plain dealing man Clearke Sir I thanke God I haue bin so well brought vp that I can write my name All. He hath confest away with him he 's a Villaine and a Traitor Cade Away with him I say Hang him with his Pen and Inke-horne about his necke Exit one with the Clearke Enter Michael Mich. Where 's our Generall Cade Heere I am thou particular fellow Mich. Fly fly fly Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother are hard by with the Kings Forces Cade Stand villaine stand or I le fell thee downe he shall be encountred with a man as good as himselfe He is but a Knight is a Mich. No. Cade To equall him I will make my selfe a knight presently Rise vp Sir Iohn Mortimer Now haue at him Enter Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brother with Drum and Soldiers Staf. Rebellious Hinds the filth and scum of Kent Mark'd for the Gallowes Lay your Weapons downe Home to your Cottages forsake this Groome The King is mercifull if you reuolt Bro. But angry wrathfull and inclin'd
your imprisonment shall not be long I will deliuer you or else lye for you Meane time haue patience Cla. I must perforce Farewell Exit Clar. Rich. Go treade the path that thou shalt ne're return Simple plaine Clarence I do loue thee so That I will shortly send thy Soule to Heauen If Heauen will take the present at our hands But who comes heere the new deliuered Hastings Enter Lord Hastings Hast Good time of day vnto my gracious Lord. Rich. As much vnto my good Lord Chamberlaine Well are you welcome to this open Ayre How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment Hast With patience Noble Lord as prisoners must But I shall liue my Lord to giue them thankes That were the cause of my imprisonment Rich. No doubt no doubt and so shall Clarence too For they that were your Enemies are his And haue preuail'd as much on him as you Hast More pitty that the Eagles should be mew'd Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty Rich. What newes abroad Hast No newes so bad abroad as this at home The King is sickly weake and melancholly And his Physitians feare him mightily Rich. Now by S. Iohn that Newes is bad indeed O he hath kept an euill Diet long And ouer-much consum'd his Royall Person 'T is very greeuous to be thought vpon Where is he in his bed Hast He is Rich. Go you before and I will follow you Exit Hastings He cannot liue I hope and must not dye Till George be pack'd with post-horse vp to Heauen I le in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments And if I faile not in my deepe intent Clarence hath not another day to liue Which done God take King Edward to his mercy And leaue the world for me to bâ—ssle in For then I le marry Warwickes yongest daughter What though I kill'd her Husband and her Father The readiest way to make the Wench amends Is to become her Husband and her Father The which will I not all so much for loue As for another secret close intent By marrying her which I must reach vnto But yet I run before my horse to Market Clarence still breathes Edward still liues and raignes When they are gone then must I count my gaines Exit Scena Secunda Enter the Coarse of Henrie the sixt with Halberds to guard it Lady Anne being the Mourner Anne Set downe set downe your honourable load If Honor may be shrowded in a Herse Whil'st I a-while obsequiously lament Th' vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancaster Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King Pale Ashes of the House of Lancaster Thou bloodlesse Remnant of that Royall Blood Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghost To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne Wife to thy Edward to thy slaughtred Sonne Stab'd by the selfesame hand that made these wounds Loe in these windowes that let forth thy life I powre the helplesse Balme of my poore eyes O cursed be the hand that made these holes Cursed the Heart that had the heart to do it Cursed the Blood that let this blood from hence More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch That makes vs wretched by the death of thee Then I can wish to Wolues to Spiders Toades Or any creeping venom'd thing that liues If euer he haue Childe Abortiue be it Prodigeous and vntimely brought to light Whose vgly and vnnaturall Aspect May fright the hopefull Mother at the view And that be Heyre to his vnhappinesse If euer he haue Wife let her be made More miserable by the death of him Then I am made by my young Lord and thee Come now towards Chertsey with your holy Lode Taken from Paules to be interred there And still as you are weary of this waight Rest you whiles I lament King Henries Coarse Enter Richard Duke of Gloster Rich. Stay you that beare the Coarse set it down An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend To stop deuoted charitable deeds Rich. Villaines set downe the Coarse or by S. Paul I le make a Coarse of him that disobeyes Gen. My Lord stand backe and let the Coffin passe Rich. Vnmanner'd Dogge Stand'st thou when I commaund Aduance thy Halbert higher then my brest Or by S. Paul I le strike thee to my Foote And spurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldnesse Anne What do you tremble are you all affraid Alas I blame you not for you are Mortall And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell Auant thou dreadfull minister of Hell Thou had'st but power ouer his Mortall body His Soule thou canst not haue Therefore be gone Rich. Sweet Saint for Charity be not so curst An. Foule Diuell For Gods sake hence and trouble vs not For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell Fill'd it with cursing cries and deepe exclaimes If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries Oh Gentlemen see see dead Henries wounds Open their congeal'd mouthes and bleed afresh Blush blush thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie For 't is thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall Prouokes this Deluge most vnnaturall O God! which this Blood mad'st reuenge his death O Earth which this Blood drink'st reuenge his death Either Heau'n with Lightning strike the murth'rer dead Or Earth gape open wide and eate him quicke As thou dost swallow vp this good Kings blood Which his Hell-gouern'd arme hath butchered Rich. Lady you know no Rules of Charity Which renders good for bad Blessings for Curses An. Villaine thou know'st nor law of God nor Man No Beast so fierce but knowes some touch of pitty Rich. But I know none and therefore am no Beast An. O wonderfull when diuels tell the truth Rich. More wonderfull when Angels are so angry Vouchsafe diuine perfection of a Woman Of these supposed Crimes to giue me leaue By circumstance but to acquit my selfe An. Vouchsafe defus'd infection of man Of these knowne euils but to giue me leaue By circumstance to curse thy cursed Selfe Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee let me haue Some patient leysure to excuse my selfe An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee Thou can'st make no excuse currant But to hang thy selfe Rich. By such dispaire I should accuse my selfe An. And by dispairing shalt thou stand excused For doing worthy Vengeance on thy selfe That did'st vnworthy slaughter vpon others Rich. Say that I slew them not An. Then say they were not slaine But dead they are and diuellish slaue by thee Rich. I did not kill your Husband An. Why then he is aliue Rich. Nay he is dead and slaine by Edwards hands An. In thy foule throat thou Ly'st Queene Margaret saw Thy murd'rous Faulchion smoaking in his blood The which thou once didd'st bend against her brest But that thy Brothers beate aside the point Rich. I was prouoked by her sland'rous tongue That laid their guilt vpon my guiltlesse Shoulders An. Thou was 't prouoked
blood Nor thou within the compasse of my curse Buc. Nor no one heere for Curses neuer passe The lips of those that breath them in the ayre Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace O Buckingham take heede of yonder dogge Looke when he fawnes he bites and when he bites His venom tooth will rankle to the death Haue not to do with him beware of him Sinne death and hell haue set their markes on him And all their Ministers attend on him Rich. What doth she say my Lord of Buckingham Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord. Mar. What dost thou scorne me For my gentle counsell And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from O but remember this another day When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow And say poore Margaret was a Prophetesse Liue each of you the subiects to his hate And he to yours and all of you to Gods Exit Buc. My haire doth stand an end to heare her curses Riu. And so doth mine I muse why she 's at libertie Rich. I cannot blame her by Gods holy mother She hath had too much wrong and I repent My part thereof that I haue done to her Mar. I neuer did her any to my knowledge Rich. Yet you haue all the vantage of her wrong I was too hot to do somebody good That is too cold in thinking of it now Marry as for Clarence he is well repayed He is frank'd vp to fatting for his paines God pardon them that are the cause thereof Riu. A vertuous and a Christian-like conclusion To pray for them that haue done scath to vs. Rich. So do I euer being well aduis'd Speakes to himselfe For had I curst now I had curst my selfe Enter Catesby Cates. Madam his Maiesty doth call for you And for your Grace and yours my gracious Lord. Qu. Catesby I come Lords will you go with mee Riu. We wait vpon your Grace Exeunt all but Gloster Rich. I do the wrong and first begin to brawle The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others Clarence who I indeede haue cast in darknesse I do beweepe to many simple Gulles Namely to Derby Hastings Buckingham And tell them 't is the Queene and her Allies That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother Now they beleeue it and withall whet me To be reueng'd on Riuers Dorset Grey But then I sigh and with a peece of Scripture Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill And thus I cloath my naked Villanie With odde old ends stolne forth of holy Writ And seeme a Saint when most I play the deuill Enter two murtherers But soft heere come my Executioners How now my hardy stout resolued Mates Are you now going to dispatch this thing Vil. We are my Lord and come to haue the Warrant That we may be admitted where he is Ric. Well thought vpon I haue it heare about me When you haue done repayre to Crosby place But sirs be sodaine in the execution Withall obdurate do not heare him pleade For Clarence is well spoken and perhappes May moue your hearts to pitty if you marke him Vil. Tut tut my Lord we will not stand to prate Talkers are no good dooers be assur'd We go to vse our hands and not our tongues Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-stones when Fooles eyes fall Teares I like you Lads about your businesse straight Go go dispatch Vil. We will my Noble Lord. Scena Quarta Enter Clarence and Keeper Keep Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day Cla. O I haue past a miserable night So full of fearefull Dreames of vgly sights That as I am a Christian faithfull man I would not spend another such a night Though 't were to buy a world of happy daies So full of dismall terror was the time Keep What was your dream my Lord I pray you tel me Cla. Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower And was embark'd to crosse to Burgundy And in my company my Brother Glouster Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke Vpon the Hatches There we look'd toward England And cited vp a thousand heauy times During the warres of Yorke and Lancaster That had befalne vs. As we pac'd along Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches Me thought that Glouster stumbled and in falling Strooke me that thought to stay him ouer-boord Into the tumbling billowes of the maine O Lord me thought what paine it was to drowne What dreadfull noise of water in mine eares What sights of vgly death within mine eyes Me thoughts I saw a thousand fearfull wrackes A thousand men that Fishes gnaw'd vpon Wedges of Gold great Anchors heapes of Pearle Inestimable Stones vnvalewed Iewels All scattred in the bottome of the Sea Some lay in dead-mens Sculles and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept As 't were in scorne of eyes reflecting Gemmes That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by Keep Had you such leysure in the time of death To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe Cla. Me thought I had and often did I striue To yeeld the Ghost but still the enuious Flood Stop'd in my soule and would not let it forth To find the empty vast and wand'ring ayre But smother'd it within my panting bulke Who almost burst to belch it in the Sea Keep Awak'd you not in this sore Agony Clar. No no my Dreame was lengthen'd after life O then began the Tempest to my Soule I past me thought the Melancholly Flood With that sowre Ferry-man which Poets write of Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night The first that there did greet my Stranger-soule Was my great Father-in-Law renowned Warwicke Who spake alowd What scourge for Periurie Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence And so he vanish'd Then came wand'ring by A Shadow like an Angell with bright hayre Dabbel'd in blood and he shriek'd out alowd Clarence is come false fleeting periur'd Clarence That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury Seize on him Furies take him vnto Torment With that me thought a Legion of foule Fiends Inuiron'd me and howled in mine eares Such hiddeous cries that with the very Noise I trembling wak'd and for a season after Could not beleeue but that I was in Hell Such terrible Impression made my Dreame Keep No maruell Lord though it affrighted you I am affraid me thinkes to heare you tell it Cla. Ah Keeper Keeper I haue done these things That now giue euidence against my Soule For Edwards sake and see how he requits mee O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appease thee But thou wilt be aueng'd on my misdeeds Yet execute thy wrath in me alone O spare my guiltlesse Wife and my poore children Keeper I prythee sit by me a-while My Soule is heauy and I faine would sleepe Keep I will my Lord God giue your Grace good rest Enter Brakenbury the Lieutenant Bra.
about that body where against My grained Ash an hundred times hath broke And scarr'd the Moone with splinters heere I cleep The Anuile of my Sword and do contest As hotly and as Nobly with thy Loue As euer in Ambitious strength I did Contend against thy Valour Know thou first I lou'd the Maid I married neuer man Sigh'd truer breath But that I see thee heere Thou Noble thing more dances my rapt heart Then when I first my wedded Mistris saw Bestride my Threshold Why thou Mars I tell thee We haue a Power on foote and I had purpose Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne Or loose mine Arme for 't Thou hast beate mee out Twelue seuerall times and I haue nightly since Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy selfe and me We haue beene downe together in my sleepe Vnbuckling Helmes fisting each others Throat And wak'd halfe dead with nothing Worthy Martius Had we no other quarrell else to Rome but that Thou art thence Banish'd we would muster all From twelue to seuentie and powring Warre Into the bowels of vngratefull Rome Like a bold Flood o're-beate Oh come go in And take our Friendly Senators by ' th' hands Who now are heere taking their leaues of mee Who am prepar'd against your Territories Though not for Rome it selfe Corio You blesse me Gods Auf. Therefore most absolute Sir if thou wilt haue The leading of thine owne Reuenges take Th' one halfe of my Commission and set downe As best thou art experienc'd since thou know'st Thy Countries strength and weaknesse thine own waies Whether to knocke against the Gates of Rome Or rudely visit them in parts remote To fright them ere destroy But come in Let me commend thee first to those that shall Say yea to thy desires A thousand welcomes And more a Friend then ere an Enemie Yet Martius that was much Your hand most welcome Exeunt Enter two of the Seruingmen 1 Heere 's a strange alteration 2 By my hand I had thoght to haue stroken him with a Cudgell and yet my minde gaue me his cloathes made a false report of him 1 What an Arme he has he turn'd me about with his finger and his thumbe as one would set vp a Top. 2 Nay I knew by his face that there was some-thing in him He had fir a kinde of face me thought I cannot tell how to tearme it 1 He had so looking as it were would I were hang'd but I thought there was more in him then I could think 2 So did I I le be sworne He is simply the rarest man i' th' world 1 I thinke he is but a greater soldier then he You wot one 2 Who my Master 1 Nay it 's no matter for that 2 Worth six on him 1 Nay not so neither but I take him to be the greater Souldiour 2 Faith looke you one cannot tell how to say that for the Defence of a Towne our Generall is excellent 1 I and for an assault too Enter the third Seruingman 3 Oh Slaues I can tell you Newes News you Rascals Both. What what what Let 's partake 3 I would not be a Roman of all Nations I had as liue be a condemn'd man Both. Wherefore Wherefore 3 Why here 's he that was wont to thwacke our Generall Caius Martius 1 Why do you say thwacke our Generall 3 I do not say thwacke our Generall but he was alwayes good enough for him 2 Come we are fellowes and friends he was euer too hard for him I haue heard him say so himselfe 1 He was too hard for him directly to say the Troth on 't before Corioles he scotcht him and notcht him like a Carbinado 2 And hee had bin Cannibally giuen hee might haue boyld and eaten him too 1 But more of thy Newes 3 Why he is so made on heere within as if hee were Son and Heire to Mars set at vpper end o' th' Table No question askt him by any of the Senators but they stand bald before him Our Generall himselfe makes a Mistris of him Sanctifies himselfe with 's hand and turnes vp the white o' th' eye to his Discourse But the bottome of the Newes is our Generall is cut i' th' middle but one halfe of what he was yesterday For the other ha's halfe by the intreaty and graunt of the whole Table Hee 'l go he sayes and sole the Porter of Rome Gates by th' eares He will mowe all downe before him and leaue his passage poul'd 2 And he 's as like to do 't as any man I can imagine 3 Doo 't he will doo 't for look you sir he has as many Friends as Enemies which Friends sir as it were durst not looke you sir shew themselues as we terme it his Friends whilest he 's in Directitude 1 Directitude What 's that 3 But when they shall see sir his Crest vp againe and the man in blood they will out of their Burroughes like Conies after Raine and reuell all with him 1 But when goes this forward 3 To morrow to day presently you shall haue the Drum strooke vp this afternoone 'T is as it were a parcel of their Feast and to be executed ere they wipe their lips 2 Why then wee shall haue a stirring World againe This peace is nothing but to rust Iron encrease Taylors and breed Ballad-makers 1 Let me haue Warre say I it exceeds peace as farre as day do's night It 's sprightly walking audible and full of Vent Peace is a very Apoplexy Lethargie mull'd deafe sleepe insensible a getter of more bastard Children then warres a destroyer of men 2 'T is so and as warres in some sort may be saide to be a Rauishen so it cannot be denied but peace is a great maker of Cuckolds 1 I and it makes men hate one another 3 Reason because they then lesse neede one another The Warres for my money I hope to see Romanes as cheape as Volcians They are rising they are rising Both. In in in in Exeunt Enter the two Tribunes Sicinius and Brutus Sicin We heare not of him neither need we fear him His remedies are tame the present peace And quietnesse of the people which before Were in wilde hurry Heere do we make his Friendâ— Blush that the world goes well who rather had Though they themselues did suffer by 't behold Dissentious numbers pestring streets then see Our Tradesmen singing in their shops and going About their Functions friendly Enter Menenius Bru. We stood too 't in good time Is this Menenius Sicin 'T is he 't is he O he is grown most kind of late Haile Sir Mene. Haile to you both Sicin Your Coriolanus is not much mist but with his Friends the Commonwealth doth stand and so would do were he more angry at it Mene. All 's well and might haue bene much better if he could haue temporiz'd Sicin Where is he heare you Mene. Nay I heare nothing His Mother and his wife heare nothing from him Enter three or foure Citizens All. The
Then I le be briefe O happy Dagger 'T is in thy sheath there rust and let me die Kils herselfe Boy This is the place There where the Torch doth burne Watch. The ground is bloody Search about the Churchyard Go some of you who ere you find attach Pittifull sight here lies the Countie slaine And Iulieâ—t bleeding warme and newly dead Who here hath laine these two dayes buried Go tell the Prince runne to the Capulets Raise vp the Mountagues some others search We see the ground whereon these woes do lye But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry Enter Romeo's man Watch. Here 's Romeo'r man We found him in the Churchyard Con. Hold him in safety till the Prince come hither Enter Frier and another Watchman 3. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles sighes and weepes We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him As he was comming from this Church-yard side Con. A great suspition stay the Frier too Enter the Prince Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp That calls our person from our mornings rest Enter Capulet and his Wife Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad Wife O the people in the streete crie Romeo Some Iuliet and some Paris and all runne With open outcry toward out Monument Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares Wat. Soueraigne here lies the Countie Paris slaine And Romeo dead and Iuliet dead before Warme and new kil'd Prin. Search Seeke and know how this foule murder comes Wat. Here is a Frier and Slaughter'd Romeâ—s man With Instruments ypon them fit to open These dead mens Tombes Cap. O heauen O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes This Dagger hath mistaine for loe his house Is empty on the backe of Mountague And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome Wife O me this sight of death is as a Bell That waâ—nes my old age to a Sepulcher Enter Mountague Pri. Come Mountague for thou art early vp To see thy Sonne and Heire now early downe Moun. Alas my liege my wife is dead to night Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath What further woe conspires against my age Prin. Looke and thou shalt see Moun. O thou vntaught what manners in is this To presse before thy Father to a graue Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while Till we can cleare these ambiguities And know their spring their head their true descent And then will I be generall of your woes And lead you euen to death meane time forbeare And let mischance be slaue to patience Bring forth the parties of suspition Fri. I am the greatest able to doe least Yet most suspected as the time and place Doth make against me of this direfull murther And heere I stand both to impeach and purge My selfe condemned and my selfe excus'd Prin. Then say at once what thou dost know in this Fri. I will be briefe for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale Romeo there dead was husband to that Iuliet And she there dead that 's Romeos faithfull wife I married them and their stolne marriage day Was Tybalts Doomesday whose vntimely death Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie For whom and not for Tybalt Iuliet pinde You to remoue that siege of Greefe from her Betroth'd and would haue married her perforce To Countie Paris Then comes she to me And with wilde lookes bid me deuise some meanes To rid her from this second Marriage Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe Then gaue I her so Tutor'd by my Art A sleeping Potion which so tooke effect As I intended for it wrought on her The forme of death Meane time I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dyre night To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue Being the time the Potions force should cease But he which bore my Letter Frier Iohn Was stay'd by accident and yesternight Return'd my Letter backe Then all alone At the prefixed houre of her waking Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell Till I conueniently could send to Romeo But when I came some Minute ere the time Of her awaking heere vntimely lay The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead Shee wakes and I intreated her come foorth And beare this worke of Heauen with patience But then a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe And she too desperate would not go with me But as it seemes did violence on her selfe All this I know and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy And if ought in this miscarried by my fault Let my old life be sacrific'd some houre before the time Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man Where 's Romeo's man What can he say to this Boy I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death And then in poste he came from Mantua To this same place to this same Monument This Letter he early bid me giue his Father And threatned me with death going in the Vault If I departed not and left him there Prin. Giue me the Letter I will look on it Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch Sirra what made your Master in this place Page He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue And bid me stand aloofe and so I did Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe And by and by my Maister drew on him And then I ran away to call the Watch. Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words Their course of Loue the tydings of her death And heere he writes that he did buy a poyson Of a poore Pothecarie and therewithall Came to this Vault to dye and lye with Iuliet Where be these Enemies Capulet Mountague See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue And I for winking at your discords too Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen All are punish'd Cap. O Brother Mountague giue me thy hand This is my Daughters ioynture for no more Can I demand Moun. But I can giue thee more For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold That whiles Verona by that name is knowne There shall no figure at that Rate be set As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly Poore sacrifices of our enmity Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head Go hence to haue more talke of these sad things Some shall be pardon'd and some punished For neuer was a Storie of more Wo Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo Exeunt omnes FINIS THE LIFE OF TYMON OF ATHENS Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Poet Painter Ieweller Merchant and Mercer at seuerall doores Poet. GOod day Sir Pain I am glad y' are well Poet. I haue not seene you long how goes the World Pain It weares sir as
with all Formes Moods shewes of Griefe That can denote me truly These indeed Seeme For they are actions that a man might play But I haue that Within which passeth show These but the Trappings and the Suites of woe King 'T is sweet and commendable In your Nature Hamlet To giue these mourning duties to your Father But you must know your Father lost a Father That Father lost lost his and the Suruiuer bound In filiall Obligation for some terme To do obsequious Sorrow But to perseuer In obstinate Condolement is a course Of impious stubbornnesse 'T is vnmanly greefe It shewes a will most incorrect to Heauen A Heart vnfortified a Minde impatient An Vnderstanding simple and vnschool'd For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sence Why should we in our peeuish Opposition Take it to heart Fye 't is a fault to Heauen A fault against the Dead a fault to Nature To Reason most absurd whose common Theame Is death of Fathers and who still hath cried From the first Coarse till he that dyed to day This must be so We pray you throw to earth This vnpreuayling woe and thinke of vs As of a Father For let the world take note You are the most immediate to our Throne And with no lesse Nobility of Loue Then that which deerest Father beares his Sonne Do I impart towards you For your intent In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire And we beseech you bend you to remaine Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye Our cheefest Courtier Cosin and our Sonne Qu. Let not thy Mother lose her Prayers Hamlet I prythee stay with vs go not to Wittenberg Ham. I shall in all my best Obey you Madam King Why 't is a louing and a faire Reply Be as our selfe in Denmarke Madam come This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart in grace whereof No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day But the great Cannon to the Clowds shall tell And the Kings Rouce the Heauens shall bruite againe Respeaking earthly Thunder Come away Exeunt Manet Hamlet Ham. Oh that this too too solid Flesh would melt Thaw and resolue it selfe into a Dew Or that the Euerlasting had not fixt His Cannon ' gainst Selfe-slaughter O God O God! How weary stale flat and vnprofitable Seemes to me all the vses of this world Fie on 't Oh fie fie 't is an vnweeded Garden That growes to Seed Things rank and grosse in Nature Possesse it meerely That it should come to this But two months dead Nay not so much not two So excellent a King that was to this Hiperion to a Satyre so louing to my Mother That he might not beteene the windes of heauen Visit her face too roughly Heauen and Earth Must I remember why she would hang on him As if encrease of Appetite had growne By what it fed on and yet within a month Let me not thinke on 't Frailty thy name is woman A little Month or ere those shooes were old With which she followed my poore Fathers body Like Niobe all teares Why she euen she O Heauen A beast that wants discourse of Reason Would haue mourn'd longer married with mine Vnkle My Fathers Brother but no more like my Father Then I to Hercules Within a Moneth Ere yet the salt of most vnrighteous Teares Had left the flushing of her gauled eyes She married O most wicked speed to post With such dexterity to Incestuous sheets It is not nor it cannot come to good But breake my heart for I must hold my tongue Enter Horatio Barnard and Marcellus Hor. Haile to your Lordship Ham. I am glad to see you well Horatio or I do forget my selfe Hor. The same my Lord And your poore Seruant euer Ham. Sir my good friend I le change that name with you And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio Marcellus Mar. My good Lord. Ham. I am very glad to see you good euen Sir But what in faith make you from Wittemberge Hor. A truant disposition good my Lord. Ham. I would not haue your Enemy say so Nor shall you doe mine eare that violence To make it truster of your owne report Against your selfe I know you are no Truant But what is your affaire in Elsenour Wee 'l teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart Hor. My Lord I came to see your Fathers Funerall Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me fellow Student I thinke it was to see my Mothers-Wedding Hor. Indeed my Lord it followed hard vpon Ham. Thrift thrift Horatio the Funerall Bakt-meats Did coldly furnish forth the Marriage Tables Would I had met my dearest foe in heauen Ere I had euer seene that day Horatio My father me thinkes I see my father Hor. Oh where my Lord Ham. In my minds eye Horatio Hor. I saw him once he was a goodly King Ham. He was a man take him for all in all I shall not look vpon his like againe Hor. My Lord I thinke I saw him yesternight Ham. Saw Who Hor. My Lord the King your Father Ham. The King my Father Hor. Season your admiration for a while With an attent eare till I may deliuer Vpon the witnesse of these Gentlemen This maruell to you Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare Hor. Two nights together had these Gentlemen Marcellus and Barnardo on their Watch In the dead wast and middle of the night Beene thus encountred A figure like your Father Arm'd at all points exactly Cap a Pe Appeares before them and with sollemne march Goes slow and stately By them thrice he walkt By their opprest and feare-surprized eyes Within his Truncheons length whilst they bestil'd Almost to Ielly with the Act of feare Stand dumbe and speake not to him This to me In dreadfull secrecie impart they did And I with them the third Night kept the Watch Whereas they had deliuer'd both in time Forme of the thing each word made true and good The Apparition comes I knew your Father These hands are not more like Ham. But where was this Mar. My Lord vpon the platforme where we watcht Ham. Did you not speake to it Hor. My Lord I did But answere made it none yet once me thought It lifted vp it head and did addresse It selfe to motion like as it would speake But euen then the Morning Cocke crew lowd And at the sound it shrunke in hast away And vanisht from our sight Ham. T is very strange Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 't is true And we did thinke it writ downe in our duty To let you know of it Ham. Indeed indeed Sirs but this troubles me Hold you the watch to Night Both. We doe my Lord. Ham. Arm'd say you Both. Arm'd my Lord. Ham. From top to toe Both. My Lord from head to foote Ham. Then saw you not his face Hor. O yes my Lord he wore his Beauer vp Ham. What lookt he frowningly Hor. A
all Happily when I shall wed That Lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Halfe my loue with him halfe my Care and Dutie Sure I shall neuer marry like my Sisters Lear. But goes thy heart with this Cor. I my good Lord. Lear. So young and so vntender Cor. So young my Lord and true Lear. Let it be so thy truth then be thy dowre For by the sacred radience of the Sunne The miseries of Heccat and the night By all the operation of the Orbes From whom we do exist and cease to be Heere I disclaime all my Paternall care Propinquity and property of blood And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee from this for euer The barbarous Scythian Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite shall to my bosome Be as well neighbour'd pittied and releeu'd As thou my sometime Daughter Kent Good my Liege Lear. Peace Kent Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath I lou'd her most and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery Hence and avoid my sight So be my graue my peace as here I giue Her Fathers heart from her call France who stirres Call Burgundy Cornwall and Albanie With my two Daughters Dowres digest the third Let pride which she cals plainnesse marry her I doe inuest you ioyntly with my power Preheminence and all the large effects That troope with Maiesty Our selfe by Monthly course With reseruation of an hundred Knights By you to be sustain'd shall our abode Make with you by due turne onely we shall retaine The name and all th' addition to a King the Sway Reuennew Execution of the rest Beloued Sonnes be yours which to confirme This Coronet part betweene you Kent Royall Lear Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King Lou'd as my Father as my Master follow'd As my great Patron thought on in my praiers Le. The bow is bent drawne make from the shaft Kent Let it fall rather though the forke inuade The region of my heart be Kent vnmannerly When Lear is mad what wouldest thou do old man Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to speake When power to flattery bowes To plainnesse honour 's bound When Maiesty falls to folly reserue thy state And in thy best consideration checke This hideous rashnesse answere my life my iudgement Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee least Nor are those empty hearted whose low founds Reuerbe no hollownesse Lear. Kent on thy life no more Kent My life I neuer held but as pawne To wage against thine enemies nere feare to loose it Thy safety being motiue Lear. Out of my sight Kent See better Lear and let me still remaine The true blanke of thine eie Kear Now by Apollo Lent Now by Apollo King Thou swear st thy Gods in vaine Lear. O Vassall Miscreant Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare Kent Kill thy Physition and thy see bestow Vpon the foule disease reuoke thy guift Or whil'st I can vent clamour from my throate I le tell thee thou dost euill Lea. Heare me recreant on thine allegeance heare me That thou hast sought to make vs breake our vowes Which we durst neuer yet and with strain'd pride To come betwixt our sentences and our power Which nor our nature nor our place can beare Our potencie made good take thy reward Fiue dayes we do allot thee for prouision To shield thee from disasters of the world And on the sixt to turne thy hated backe Vpon our kingdome if on the tenth day following Thy banisht trunke be found in our Dominions The moment is thy death away By Iupiter This shall not be reuok'd Kent Fare thee well King sith thus thou wilt appeare Freedome liues hence and banishment is here The Gods to their deere shelter take thee Maid That iustly think'st and hast most rightly said And your large speeches may your deeds approue That good effects may spring from words of loue Thus Kent O Princes bids you all adew Hee 'l shape his old course in a Country new Exit Flourish Enter Gloster with France and Burgundy Attendants Cor. Heere 's France and Burgundy my Noble Lord. Lear. My Lord of Bugundie We first addresse toward you who with this King Hath riuald for our Daughter what in the least Will you require in present Dower with her Or cease your quest of Loue Bur. Most Royall Maiesty I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd Nor will you tender lesse Lear. Right Noble Burgundy When she was deare to vs we did hold her so But now her price is fallen Sir there she stands If ought within that little seeming substance Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd And nothing more may fitly like your Grace Shee 's there and she is yours Bur. I know no answer Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes Vnfriended new adopted to our hate Dow'rd with our curse and stranger'd with our oath Take her or leaue her Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir Election makes not vp in such conditions Le. Then leaue her sir for by the powre that made me I tell you all her wealth For you great King I would not from your loue make such a stray To match you where I hate therefore beseech you T' auert your liking a more worthier way Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd Almost t' acknowledge hers Fra. This is most strange That she whom euen but now was your obiect The argument of your praise balme of your age The best the deerest should in this trice of time Commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle So many folds of fauour sure her offence Must be of such vnnaturall degree That monsters it Or your fore-voucht affection Fall into taint which to beleeue of her Must be a faith that reason without miracle Should neuer plant in me Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty If for I want that glib and oylie Art To speake and purpose not since what I will intend I le do 't before I speake that you make knowne It is no vicious blot murther or foulenesse No vnchaste action or dishonoured step That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour But euen for want of that for which I am richer A still soliciting eye and such a tongue That I am glad I haue not though not to haue it Hath loft me in your liking Lear. Better thou had'st Not beene borne then not t haue pleas'd me better Fra. Is it but this A tardinesse in nature Which often leaues the history vnspoke That it intends to do my Lord of Burgundy What say you to the Lady Loue 's not loue When it is mingled with regards that stands Aloofe from th' intire point will you haue her She is herselfe a Dowrie Bur. Royall King Giue but that portion which your selfe propos'd And here I take Cordelia by the hand Dutchesse of Burgundie Lear. Nothing I haue sworne I am firme Bur. I am sorry then you haue so lost a Father That you must loose a husband Cor.
I am dying Egypt dying onely I heere importune death a-while vntill Of many thousand kisses the poore last I lay vpon thy lippes Cleo. I dare not Deere Deere my Lord pardon I dare not Least I be taken not th' Imperious shew Of the full-Fortun'd Caesar euer shall Be brooch'd with me if Knife Drugges Serpents haue Edge sting or operation I am safe Your Wife Octauia with her modest eyes And still Conclusion shall acquire no Honour Demuring vpon me but come come Anthony Helpe me my women we must draw thâ—e vp Assist good Friends Ant. Oh quicke or I am gone Cleo. Heere 's sport indeede How heauy weighes my Lord Our strength is all gone into heauinesse That makes the waight Had I great Iuno's power The strong wing'd Mercury should fetch thee vp And set thee by Ioues side Yet come a little Wishers were euer Fooles Oh come come come They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra And welcome welcome Dye when thou hast liu'd Quicken with kissing had my lippes that power Thus would I weare them out All. A heauy sight Ant. I am dying Egypt dying Giue me some Wine and let me speake a little Cleo. No let me speake and let me rayle so hye That the false Huswife Fortune breake her Wheele Prouok'd by my offence Ant. One word sweet Queene Of Caesar seeke your Honour with your safety Oh. Cleo. They do not go together Ant. Gentle heare me None about Caesar trust but Proculeius Cleo. My Resolution and my hands I le trust None about Caesar Ant. The miserable change now at my end Lament nor sorrow at but please your thoughts In feeding them with those my former Fortunes Wherein I liued The greatest Prince o' th' world The Noblest and do now not basely dye Not Cowardly put off my Helmet to My Countreyman A Roman by a Roman Valiantly vanquish'd Now my Spirit is going I can no more Cleo. Noblest of men woo't dye Hast thou no care of me shall I abide In this dull world which in thy absence is No better then a Stye Oh see my women The Crowne o' th' earth doth melt My Lord Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre The Souldiers pole is falne young Boyes and Gyrles Are leuell now with men The oddes is gone And there is nothing left remarkeable Beneath the visiting Moone Char. Oh quietnesse Lady Iras. She 's dead too our Soueraigne Char. Lady Iras. Madam Char. Oh Madam Madam Madam Iras. Royall Egypt Empresse Char. Peace peace Iras. Cleo. No more but in a Woman and commanded By such poore passion as the Maid that Milkes And doe's the meanest chaâ—es It were for me To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods To tell them that this World did equall theyrs Till they had stolne our Iewell All 's but naught Patience is sottish and impatience does Become a Dogge that 's mad Then is it sinne To rush into the secret house of death Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women What what good cheere Why how now Charmian My Noble Gyrles Ah Women women Looke Our Lampe is spent it 's out Good sirs take heart Wee 'l bury him And then what 's braue what 's Noble Let 's doo 't after the high Roman fashion And make death proud to take vs. Come away This case of that huge Spirit now is cold Ah Women Women Come we haue no Friend But Resolution and the breefest end Exeunt bearing of Anthonies body Enter Caesar Agrippa Dollabella Menas with his Counsell of Warre Caesar Go to him Dollabella bid him yeeld Being so frustrate tell him He mockes the pawses that he makes Dol. Caesar I shall Enter Decretas with the sword of Anthony Caes Wherefore is that And what art thou that dar'st Appeare thus to vs Dec. I am call'd Decretas Marke Anthony I seru'd who best was worthie Best to be seru'd whil'st he stood vp and spoke He was my Master and I wore my life To spend vpon his haters If thou please To take me to thee as I was to him I le be to Caesar it y u pleasest not I yeild thee vp my life Caesar What is' t thou say'st Dec. I say Oh Caesar Anthony is dead Caesar The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater cracke The round World Should haue shooke Lyons into ciuill streets And Cittizens to their dennes The death of Anthony Is not a single doome in the name lay A moity of the world Dec. He is dead Caesar Not by a publike minister of Iustice Nor by a hyred Knife but that selfe-hand Which writ his Honor in the Acts it did Hath with the Courage which the heart did lend it Splitted the heart This is his Sword I robb'd his wound of it behold it stain'd With his most Noble blood Caes Looke you sad Friends The Gods rebuke me but it is Tydings To wash the eyes of Kings Dol. And strange it is That Nature must compell vs to lament Our most persisted deeds Mec. His taints and Honours wag'd equal with him Dola A Rarer spirit neuer Did steere humanity but you Gods will giue vs Some faults to make vs men Caesar is touch'd Mec. When such a spacious Mirror 's set before him He needes must see him selfe Caesar Oh Anthony I haue followed thee to this but we do launch Diseases in our Bodies I must perforce Haue shewne to thee such a declining day Or looke on thine we could not stall together In the whole world But yet let me lament With teares as Soueraigne as the blood of hearts That thou my Brother my Competitor In top of all designe my Mate in Empire Friend and Companion in the front of Warre The Arme of mine owne Body and the Heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle that our Starres Vnreconciliable should diuide our equalnesse to this Heare me good Friends But I will tell you at some meeter Season The businesse of this man lookes out of him Wee 'l heare him what he sayes Enter an Aegyptian Whence are you Aegyp A poore Egyptian yet the Queen my mistris Confin'd in all she has her Monument Of thy intents desires instruction That she preparedly may frame her selfe To ' th' way shee 's forc'd too Caesar Bid her haue good heart She soone shall know of vs by some of ours How honourable and how kindely Wee Determine for her For Caesar cannot leaue to be vngentle Aegypt So the Gods preserue thee Exit Caes Come hither Proculeius Go and say We purpose her no shame giue her what comforts The quality of her passion shall require Least in her greatnesse by some mortall stroke She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome Would be eternall in our Triumph Go And with your speediest bring vs what she sayes And how you finde of her Pro. Caesar I shall Exit Proculeius Caes Gallus go you along where 's Dolabella to second Proculeius All. Dolabella Caes Let him alone for I remember now How hee 's imployd he shall in time be ready Go with
reueng'd Iach. Should he make me Liue like Diana's Priest betwixt cold sheets Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes In your despight vpon your purse reuenge it I dedicate my selfe to your sweet pleasure More Noble then that runnagate to your bed And will continue fast to your Affection Still close as sure Imo. What hoa Pisanio Iach. Let me my seruice tender on your lippes Imo. Away I do condemne mine eares that haue So long attended thee If thou wert Honourable Thou would'st haue told this tale for Vertue not For such an end thou seek'st as base as strange Thou wrong'st a Gentleman who is as farre From thy report as thou from Honor and Solicites heere a Lady that disdaines Thee and the Diuell alike What hoa Pisanio The King my Father shall be made acquainted Of thy Assault if he shall thinke it fit A sawcy Stranger in his Court to Mart As in a Romish Stew and to expound His beastly minde to vs he hath a Court He little cares for and a Daughter who He not respects at all What hoa Pisanio Iach. O happy Leonatus I may say The credit that thy Lady hath of thee Deserues thy trust and thy most perfect goodnesse Her assur'd credit Blessed liue you long A Lady to the worthiest Sir that euer Country call'd his and you his Mistris onely For the most worthiest fit Giue me your pardon I haue spoke this to know if your Affiance Were deeply rooted and shall make your Lord That which he is new o're And he is one The truest manner'd such a holy Witch That he enchants Societies into him Halfe all men hearts are his Imo. You make amends Iach. He sits ' mongst men like a defended God He hath a kinde of Honor sets him off More then a mortall seeming Be not angrie Most mighty Princesse that I haue aduentur'd To try your taking of a false report which hath Honour'd with confirmation your great Iudgement In the election of a Sir so rare Which you know cannot erre The loue I beare him Made me to fan you thus but the Gods made you Vnlike all others chaffelesse Pray your pardon Imo. All 's well Sir Take my powre i' th' Court for yours Iach. My humble thankes I had almost forgot T' intreat your Grace but in a small request And yet of moment too for it concernes Your Lord my selfe and other Noble Friends Are partners in the businesse Imo. Pray what is' t Iach. Some dozen Romanes of vs and your Lord The best Feather of our wing haue mingled summes To buy a Present for the Emperor Which I the Factor for the rest haue done In France 't is Plate of rare deuice and Iewels Of rich and exquisite forme their valewes great And I am something curious being strange To haue them in safe stowage May it please you To take them in protection Imo. Willingly And pawne mine Honor for their safety since My Lord hath interest in them I will keepe them In my Bed-chamber Iach. They are in a Trunke Attended by my men I will make bold To send them to you onely for this night I must aboord to morrow Imo. O no no. Iach. Yes I beseech or I shall short my word By length'ning my returne From Gallia I crost the Seas on purpose and on promise To see your Grace Imo. I thanke you for your paines But not away to morrow Iach. O I must Madam Therefore I shall beseech you if you please To greet your Lord with writing doo 't to night I haue out-stood my time which is materiall To ' th' tender of our Present Imo. I will write Send your Trunke to me it shall safe be kept And truely yeelded you you 're very welcome Exeunt Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter Clotten and the two Lords Clot. Was there euer man had such Iucke when I kist the Iacke vpon an vp-cast to be hit away I had a hundred pound on 't and then a whorâ—on Iacke-an-Apes muâ—t take me vp for swearing as if I borrowed mine oaâ—neâ— of him and might not spend them at my pleasure 1. What got he by that you haue broke his pate with your Bowle 2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it it would haue run all out Clot. When a Gentleman is dispos'd to sweare it is not for any standers by to curtall his oathes Ha 2. No my Lord nor crop the eares of them Clot. Whorson dog I gaue him satisfaction would he had bin one of my Ranke 2. To haue smell'd like a Foole. Clot. I am not vext more at any thing in th' earth a pox on 't I had rather not be so Noble as I am they dare not fight with me because of the Queene my Mother euery Iacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting and I must go vp and downe like a Cock that no body can match 2. You are Cocke and Capon too and you crow Cock with your combe on Clot. Sayest thou 2. It is not fit you Lordship should vndertake euery Companion that you giue offence too Clot. No I know that but it is fit I should commit offence to my inferiors 2. I it is fit for your Lordship onely Clot. Why so I say 1. Did you heere of a Stranger that 's come to Court night Clot. A Stranger and I not know on 't 2. He 's a strange Fellow himselfe and knowes it not 1. There 's an Italian come and 't is thought one of Leonatus Friends Clot. Leonatus A banisht Rascall and he 's another whatsoeuer he be Who told you of this Stranger 1. One of your Lordships Pages Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him Is there no deâ—ogation in 't 2. You cannot derogate my Lord. Clot. Not easily I thinke 2. You are a Foole graunted therefore your Issues being foolish do not derogate Clot. Come I le go see this Italian what I haue lost to day at Bowles I le winne to night of him Come go 2. I le attend your Lordship Exit That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother Should yeild the world this Asse A woman that Beares all downe with her Braine and this her Sonne Cannot take two from twenty for his heart And leaue eighteene Alas poore Princesse Thou diuine Imogen what thou endur'st Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd A Mother hourely coyning plots A Wooer More hatefull then the foule expusion is Of thy deere Husband Then that horrid Act Of the diuorce heel'd make the Heauens hold firme The walls of thy deere Honour Keepe vnshak'd That Temple thy faire mind that thou maist stand T' enioy thy banish'd Lord and this great Land Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Imogen in her Bed and a Lady Imo. Who 's there My woman Helene La. Please you Madam Imo. What houe is it Lady Almost midnight Madam Imo. I haue read three houres then Mine eyes are weake Fold downe the leafe where I haue left to bed Take not away the Taper leaue it burning And if thou canst awake
be thought Put on for Villainy not borne where 't growes But worne a Baite for Ladies Pisa Good Madam heare me Imo. True honest men being heard like false Aeneas Were in his time thought false and Synons weeping Did scandall many a holy teare tooke pitty From most true wretchednesse So thou Posthumus Wilt lay the Leauen on all proper men Goodly and gallant shall be false and periur'd From thy great faile Come Fellow be thou honest Do thou thy Masters bidding When thou seest him A little witnesse my obedience Looke I draw the Sword my selfe take it and hit The innocent Mansion of my Loue my Heart Feare not 't is empty of all things but Greefe Thy Master is not there who was indeede The riches of it Do his bidding strike Thou mayst be valiant in a better cause But now thou seem'st a Coward Pis Hence vile Instrument Thou shalt not damne my hand Imo. Why I must dye And if I do not by thy hand thou art No Seruant of thy Masters Against Selfe-slaughter There is a prohibition so Diuine That crauens my weake hand Come heere 's my heart Something 's a-foot Soft soft wee 'l no defence Obedient as the Scabbard What is heere The Scriptures of the Loyall Leonatus All turn'd to Heresie Away away Corrupters of my Faith you shall no more Be Stomachers to my heart thus may poore Fooles Beleeue false Teachers Though those that are betraid Do feele the Treason sharpely yet the Traitor S◠〈◊〉 in worse case of woe And thou Posthumus That didd'st set vp my disobedience ' gainst the King My Father and makes me put into contempt the suites Of Princely Fellowes shalt heereafter finde It is no acte of common passage but A straine of Rarenesse and I greeue my selfe To thinke when thou shalt be disedg'd by her That now thou tyreft on how thy memory Will then be pang'd by me Prythee dispatch The Lambe entreats the Butcher Wher 's thy knife Thou art too slow to do thy Masters bidding When I desire it too Pis Oh gracious Lady Since I receiu'd command to do this businesse I haue not slept one winke Imo. Doo 't and to bed then Pis I le wake mine eye-balles first Imo. Wherefore then Didd'st vndertake it Why hast thou abus'd So many Miles with a pretence This place Mine Action and thine owne Our Horses labour The Time inuiting thee The perturb'd Court For my being absent whereunto I neuer Purpose returne Why hast thou gone so farre To be vn-bent when thou hast ' taâ—e thy stand Th' elected Deere before thee Pis But to win time To loose so bad employment in the which I haue consider'd of a course good Ladie Heare me with patience Imo. Talke thy tongue weary speake I haue heard I am a Strumpet and mine eare Therein false strooke can take no greater wound Nor tent to bottome that But speake Pis Then Madam I thought you would not backe againe Imo. Most like Bringing me heere to kill me Pis Not so neither But if I were as wise as honest then My purpose would proue well it cannot be But that my Master is abus'd Some Villaine I and singular in his Art hath done you both This cursed iniurie Imo. Some Roman Curtezan Pisa No on my life I le giue but notice you are dead and send him Some bloody signe of it For 't is commanded I should do so you shall be mist at Court And that will well confirme it Imo. Why good Fellow What shall I do the while Where bide How liue Or in my life what comfort when I am Dead to my Husband Pis If you 'l backe to ' th' Court. Imo. No Court no Father nor no more adoe With that harsh noble simple nothing That Clotten whose Loue-suite hath bene to me As fearefull as a Siege Pis If not at Court Then not in Britaine must you bide Imo. Where then Hath Britaine all the Sunne that shines Day Night Are they not but in Britaine I' th' worlds Volume Our Britaine seemes as of it but not in 't In a great Poole a Swannes-nest prythee thinke There 's liuers out of Britaine Pis I am most glad You thinke of other place Th' Ambassador Lucius the Romane comes to Milford-Hauen To morrow Now if you could weare a minde Darke as your Fortune is and but disguise That which t' appeare it selfe must not yet be But by selfe-danger you should tread a course Pretty and full of view yea happily neere The residence of Posthumus so nie at least That though his Actions were not visible yet Report should render him hourely to your eare As truely as he mooues Imo. Oh for such meanes Though perill to my modestie not death on 't I would aduenture Pis Well then heere 's the point You must forget to be a Woman change Command into obedience Feare and Nicenesse The Handmaides of all Women or more truely Woman it pretty selfe into a waggish courage Ready in gybes quicke-answer'd sawcie and As quarrellous as the Weazell Nay you must Forget that rarest Treasure of your Cheeke Exposing it but oh the harder heart Alacke no remedy to the greedy touch Of common-kissing Titan and forget Your laboursome and dainty Trimmes wherein You made great Iuno angry Imo. Nay be breefe I see into thy end and am almost A man already Pis First make your selfe but like one Fore-thinking this I haue already fit 'T is in my Cloake-bagge Doublet Hat Hose all That answer to them Would you in their seruing And with what imitation you can borrow From youth of such a season 'fore Noble Lucius Present your selfe desire his seruice tell him Wherein you 're happy which will make him know If that his head haue eare in Musicke doubtlesse With ioy he will imbrace you for hee 's Honourable And doubling that most holy Your meanes abroad You haue me rich and I will neuer faile Beginning nor supplyment Imo. Thou art all the comfort The Gods will diet me with Prythee away There 's more to be consider'd but wee 'l euen All that good time will giue vs. This attempt I am Souldier too and will abide it with A Princes Courage Away I prythee Pis Well Madam we must take a short farewell Least being mist I be suspected of Your carriage from the Court My Noble Mistris Heere is a boxe I had it from the Queene What 's in 't is precious If you are sicke at Sea Or Stomacke-qualm'd at Land a Dramme of this Will driue away distemper To some shade And fit you to your Manhood may the Gods Direct you to the best Imo. Amen I thanke thee Exeunt Scena Quinta Enter Cymbeline Queene Cloten Lucius and Lords Cym. Thus farre and so fare well Luc. Thankes Royall Sir My Emperor hath wrote I must from hence And am right sorry that I must report ye My Masters Enemy Cym. Our Subiects Sir Will not endure his yoake and for our selfe To shew lesse Soueraignty then they must needs Appeare vn-Kinglike Luc. So
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
and all the World shall mourne her Kin. O Lord Archbishop Thou hast made me now a man neuer before This happy Child did I get any thing This Oracle of comfort ha's so pleas'd me That when I am in Heauen I shall desire To see what this Child does and praise my Maker I thanke ye all To you my good Lord Maior And you good Brethren I am much beholding I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence And ye shall find me thankfull Lead the way Lords Ye must all see the Queene and she must thanke ye She will be sicke els This day no man thinke ' Has businesse at his house for all shall stay This Little-One shall make it Holy-day Exeunt THE EPILOGVE T Is ten to one this Play can neuer please All that are heere Some come to take their case And sleepe an Act or two but those we feare W' haue frighted with our Tumpets so 't is cleare They 'l say t is naught Others to heare the City Abus'd extreamly and to cry that 's witty Which wee haue not done neither that I feare All the expected good w' are like to heare For this Play at this time is onely in The mercifull construction of good women For such a one we shew'd em If they smile And say t will doe I know within a while All the best men are ours for 't is ill hap If they hold when their Ladies bid 'em clap FINIS The Prologue IN Troy there lyes the Scene From Iles of Greece The Princes Orgillous their high blood chaf'd Haue to the Port of Athens sent their shippes Fraught with the ministers and instruments Of cruell Warre Sixty and nine that wore Their Crownets Regall from th' Athenian bay Put forth toward Phrygia and their vow is made To ransacke Troy within whose strong emures The rauish'd Helen Menelaus Queene With wanton Paris sleepes and that 's the Quarrell To Tenedos they come And the deepe-drawing Barke do there disgorge Their warlike frautage now on Dardan Plaines The fresh and yet vnbruised Greekes do pitch Their braue Pauillions Priams six-gated City Dardan and Timbria Helias Chetas Troien And Antenonidus with massie Staples And corresponsiue and fulfilling Bolts Stirre vp the Sonnes of Troy Now Expectation tickling skittish spirits On one and other side Troian and Greeke Sets all on hazard And hither am J come A Prologue arm'd but not in confidence Of Authors pen or Actors voyce but suited Jn like conditions as our Argument To tell you faire Beholders that our Play Leapes ore the vaunt and firstlings of those broyles Beginning in the middle starting thence away To what may be digested in a Play Like or finde fault do as your pleasures are Now good or bad 't is but the chance of Warre THE TRAGEDIE OF Troylus and Cressida Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Pandarus and Troylus Troylus CAll here my Varlet I le vnarme againe Why should I warre without the wals of Troy That finde such cruell battell here within Each Troian that is master of his heart Let him to field Troylus alas hath none Pan. Will this geere nere be mended Troy The Greeks are strong skilful to their strength Fierce to their skill and to their fiercenesse Valiant But I am weaker then a womans teare Tamer then sleepe fonder then ignorance Lesse valiant then the Virgin in the night And skillesse as vnpractis'd Infancie Pan. Well I haue told you enough of this For my part I le not meddle nor make no farther Hee that will haue a Cake out of the Wheate must needes tarry the grinding Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the grinding but you must tarry the bolting Troy Haue I not tarried Pan. I the boulting but you must tarry the leau'ing Troy Still haue I tarried Pan. I to the leauening but heere 's yet in the word hereafter the Kneading the making of the Cake the heating of the Ouen and the Baking nay you must stay the cooling too or you may chance to burne your lips Troy Patience her selfe what Goddesse ere she be Doth lesser blench at sufferance then I doe At Priams Royall Table doe I sit And when faire Cressid comes into my thoughts So Traitor then she comes when she is thence Pan. Well She look'd yesternight fairer then euer I saw her looke Or any woman else Troy I was about to tell thee when my heart As wedged with a sigh would riue in twaine Least Hector or my Father should perceiue me I haue as when the Sunne doth light a-scorne Buried this sigh in wrinkle of a smile But sorrow that is couch'd in seeming gladnesse Is like that mirth Fate turnes to sudden sadnesse Pan. And her haire were not somewhat darker then Helens well go too there were no more comparison betweene the Women But for my part she is my Kinswoman I would not as they tearme it praise it but I wold some-body had heard her talke yesterday as I did I will not dispraise your sister Cassandra's wit but Troy Oh Pandarus I tell thee Pandarus When I doe tell thee there my hopes lye drown'd Reply not in how many Fadomes deepe They lye indrench'd I tell thee I am mad In Cressids loue Thou answer'st she is Faire Powr'st in the open Vlcer of my heart Her Eyes her Haire her Cheeke her Gate her Voice Handlest in thy discourse O that her Hand In whose comparison all whites are Inke Writing their owne reproach to whose soft seizure The Cignets Downe is harsh and spirit of Sense Hard as the palme of Plough-man This thou tel'st me As true thou tel'st me when I say I loue her But saying thus instead of Oyle and Balme Thou lai'st in euery gash that loue hath giuen me The Knife that made it Pan. I speake no more then truth Troy Thou do'st not speake so much Pan. Faith I le not meddle in 't Let her be as shee is if she be faire 't is the better for her and she be not she ha's the mends in her owne hands Troy Good Pandarus How now Pandarus Pan. I haue had my Labour for my trauell ill thought on of her and ill thought on of you Gone betweene and betweene but small thankes for my labour Troy What art thou angry Pandarus what with me Pan. Because she 's Kinne to me therefore shee 's not so faire as Helen and she were not kin to me she would be as faire on Friday as Helen is on Sunday But what care I I care not and she were a Black-a-Moore 't is all one to me Troy Say I she is not faire Troy I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee 's a Foole to stay behinde her Father Let her to the Greeks and so I le tell her the next time I see her for my part I le meddle nor make no more i' th' matter Troy Pandarus Pan. Not I. Troy Sweete Pandarus Pan. Pray you speake no more to me I will leaue all as I found it and there an end Exit Pand.