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SHAKESPEARE
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A REPRINT
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COLLECTED WORKS
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Part II containing
THE HISTORIES
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Great Homer's birth fev'n rival cities claim,
Too mighty fuch monopoly of fame ;
Yet not to birth alone did Homer owe
His wond'rous worth ; what Egypt could beftow,
With all the fchools of Greece and Aiia join'd,
Enlarg'd the immenfe expaniion of his mind :
Nor yet unrival'd the Maeonian ftrain ;
The Britiih Eagle* and the Mantuan Swan
Tow'r equal heights. But, happier Stratford, thou
With inconteiled laurels deck thy brow;
Thy bard was thine unfchooVand from thee brought
More than all Egypt, Greece, or Aiia taught;
Not Homer's felf fuch matchlefs laurels won.
The Greek has rivals, but thy Shakefpeare none.
T. Seward.
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SHAKESPEARE.
Collation of the Edition of 1623
(Continued?)
THE HISTORIES.
The Collation is given with each Party to prevent the reproduílion of any peculiarity
of the Original Wirk being mißaken for a defe£l.
King John—pages i to 22.
Richard the Second—pages 23 to 45—(in fome copies page 37 is mifprinted 39).
Henry the Fourth, Part I.—pages 46 to 73—(pages 47, 48, are omitted).
Henry the Fourth, Part II. — pages 74 to 100, with a leaf containing the " Epilogve,"
and, on its reverfe, "The Actors Names"—(pages 89, 90, are mifprinted
91, 92).
Henry the Fift—pages 69 to 95—(as will be perceived, the pagination of this portion of
the work, 69 to 100, has been repeated).
Henry the Sixt, Part I.—pages 96 to 119.
Henry the Sixt, Part II.—pages 120 to 146.
Henry
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Henry the Sixt, Part III.—pages 147 to 172—(pages 165, 166 are mifprinted 167, 168).
Richard the Third—pages 173 to 204,
Henry the Eight—pages 205 to 232—(page 216 is mifprinted 218).
There are flight variations in the head-lines of Henry the Fourth, Part I. page 57, and of
Henry the Sixt, Part III. pages 153 to 172; thefe variations do not exift in the
Second Edition.
*** This Collation will he completed in Part III.
As copies of the Original are known to vary, any liich variations or peculiarities, not noticed
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in fours ; both, to facilitate reference, will be continuous throughout the volume. It /nay be as
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of that eflential — that, wherever type may be leen out of gear, in any way defeftive or irregular,
all fuch " typographical phenomena," as Mr. Lettfom has aptly termed thofe charafteriftics of
the precious old book, have been reproduced in accordance with the preicribed plan "in letting
forth"—No departure from the Original.
I
The life and death of King lohn.
A5ÍUS 'Primus, Scana T*rima.
Enter King John, Q^eene Elinor, Pembro!^, EJJex, and Sa¬
lisbury, vpitb the Cbattylion of France.
King lohn»
ttlMÄäl?Ow fay Cbatillion, what would France with vs ?
Chat. Thus ( after greeting) fpeakes the King
SÖSWIn my behauiour to the Maiefty,
The borrowed Maiefty of England heere.
Blea. A ftrange beginning : borrowed Maiefty í
K.Iobn.SWencc fgood mother)heare the EmbalTie.
Chat. Philip of France, in right and true behalfe
Of thy deceafed brother, Geffreyes fonne,
Arthur Plantaginet, laies moft lawfull claime
To this faire ¡land,and the Territories:
To Ireland, PoySliers, Aniovpe, Porayne, Maine,
Defiring thee to lay afide the fword
Which fwaies vfurpingly thefe feuerall titles,
And put the fame into yong Arthurs hand ,
Thy Nephew, and right royall Soueraigne.
K.Iohn. What followes if we difallow of this?
Chat. The proud controle of fierce and bloudy warre,
To infbrce thefe rights,fo forcibly with-held,
KAo. Heere haue we war for war,& bloud for bloud,
Controlement for controlement: fo anfwer France.
Chat. Then take my Kings defiance from my mouth,
The fartheft limit of my Embaflîe.
K.Iohn. Beare mine to him,and fo depart in peace,
Be thou as lightning in the eies of France',
For ere thou canft report, 1 will be there :
The thunder of my Cannon lhall be heard.
So hence :be thou the trumpet of our wrath,
And füllen prefage of your owne decay :
An honourable conduct let him haue,
Pembroky looke too't : farewell ChattHlion.
Exit Chat, and fern.
Ele. What now my fonne, haue I not euer faid
How that ambitious Confiance would not ceafe
Till Ihe had kindled France and all the world,
Vpon the right and party of her fonne.
This might haue beene preuented,and made whole
With very eafie arguments of loue.
Which now the mannage of two kingdomes muft
With fearefull bloudy ilTue arbitrate.
K.Iohn. Our ftrong poflefllon, and our right for vs.
Eli. Your ftrong poflefsio much more then your right,
Or elfe it muft go wrong with you and me.
So much my confcience whifpers in your eare.
Which none but heauen, and you, and I, ihall heare.
Enter a Sheriffe.
EJfex. My Liege, here is the ftrangeft controuerfie
Come from the Country to be iudg'd by you
That ere I heard : lhall I produce the men ?
K.Iohn. Let them approach :
Our Abbies and our Priories ihall pay
This expeditious charge : what men are you ?
Enter Robert Faulconbridge,and Philip.
Philip. Your faithful! fubiedl,! a gentleman.
Borne in Nortbamptonßire, and eldeft fonne
As I fuppofe, to Robert Faulconbridge,
A Souldier by the Honor-giuing-hand
Of Qordelion, Knighted in the field.
K.Iohn. What art thou ?
Robert. The fon and heire to that fame Faulconbridge.
K.Iohn. Is that the elder,and art thou the heyre?
You came not of one mother then it feemes.
Philip. Moft certain of one mother, mighty King,
That is well knowne,and as I thinke one father :
But for the cerraine knowledge of that truth,
I put you o*re to heauen, and to my mother ^
Of that I doubt,as ail mens children may.
Eli. Out on thee rude man, y doft fhame thy mother,
And wound her honor with this diffidence.
Phil. I Madame ? No,I haue no reafon for it,
That is my brothers plea, and none of mine,
The which if he can proue, a pops, me out,
At leaft from faire fiue hundred pound a yeere :
Heauen guard my mothers honor, and my Land.
K.Iohn. A good blunt fellow: why being yonger born
Doth he lay claime to thine inheritance ?
Phil. I know not why,except to get the land :
But once he flanderd me with baftardy :
But where I be as true begot or no,
•That ftill I lay vpon my mothers head, .
But that I am as well begot my Liege
(Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me)
Compare our faces, and be Judge your felfe
If old Sir Robert did beget vs both.
And were our father, and this fonne like him ;
0 old fir Robert Father, on my knee
1 giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee.
K.Iohn.yihy what a mad-cap hath heauen lent vs here?
Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordelions face.
The accent of his tongue affedleth him :
Doe you not read feme tokens of my fonne
In the large compofition of this man ?
a K Ioh„
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K.Iohn. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,
And findes them perfeil Richard : firra fpeake,
What doth moue you to claime your brothers land.
Philip. Becaufe he hath a half-face like my father i
With hälfe that face would he haue all my land,
A halfe-fac'd groat, fiue hundred pound a yeere.'
Rob. My gracious Liege, when that my father liu'd.
Your brother did imploy my father much.
Phil. Well fir, by this you cannot get my land.
Your tale muft be how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once difpatch'd him in an Embafiie
To Germany, there with the Emperor
To treat of high affaires touching that time:
Th'aduantage of his abfence tooke the King,
And in the meane time foiourn'd at my fathers j
Where how he did preuaile,! fliame to fpeake :
But truth is truth, large lengths of feas and Ihores
Betweene my father,and my mother lay.
As I haue heard my 6ther fpeake himfelfe
When this fame lufty 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 fonne was none of his;
And if he were, he came into the world
Full fourteene weekes before the courfe of time :
Then good my Lledge let me haue what is mine.
My fathers land, as was my fathers will.
K.Iohn. Sirra,your brother is Leglttimate,
Your fathers wife did after wedlocke beare him :
And if (he did play falfe, 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 fay, tooke paines to get this fonne,
Had of your father claim'd this fonne for his,
Infooth,good friend,your father might haue kept
This Calfe, bred from his Cow from all the world :
Infooth he might: then if he were my brothers.
My brother might not claime him, nor your father
Being none of his, refufe him : this concludes,
My mothers fonne did get your fathers heyre.
Your fathers heyre muft haue your fathers land.
Rob. Shal then my fathers Will be of no force,
To difpoffeffe that childe which is not his.
Phil. Of no more force to difpoffeffe me fir,
Then was his will to get me, as I think.
Eli. Whether hadft thou rather be a Faulconbridge,
And like thy brother to enioy thy land :
Or the reputed fonne of Cordellon,
Lord of thy prefence, and no land befide.
Baft. Madam, and if my brother had my ftiape
And I had his, fir Roberts his like him,
And if my legs were two fuch riding rods.
My armes,fuch eele-skins ftuft, my face fo thin.
That in mine eare I dürft not fticke a rofe.
Left men (hould fay,looke where three farthings goes,
And to his fliape were heyre to all this land.
Would I might neuer ftirre from off this place ,
I would glue it euery foot to haue this face :
It would not be fir nobbe in any cafe.
Elinor. I like thee well:wilt thou forfake thy fortune.
Bequeath thy land to him,and follow me?
I am a Souldier,and now bound to France.
Baft. Brother, take you my land. He take my chance;
Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yeere.
Yet fell your face for fiue pence and 'tis deere:
Madam,lie follow you vnto the death.
Elinor. Nay, I would haue you go before me thither.
'Baft. Our Country manners giue our betters way.
K.Iohn. What is thy name?
Baft. Philip my Liege,fo is my name begun,
Philip,good old Sir Roberts wiues eldeft fonne.
K.Iohn. From henceforth beare his name
Whofe forme thou beared :
Kneele thou downe Philip, but rife more great,
Arife Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Baft. Brother by th'mothers fide,giue me your hand.
My father gaue me honor,yours gaue land :
Now bleffed be the houre by night or day
When I was got,Sir Robert was away.
Ele. The very fpirit of Plantaginet :
I am thy grandame Richard, call me fo.
Baft. Madam by chance, but not by truth, what tho ;
Something about a little from the right.
In at the window, or elfe ore the hatch :
Who dares not ftirre by day,muft walke by night.
And haue is haue, how euer men doe catch :
Neere or farre off, well wonne is ftill well fliot.
And I am I, how ere I was begot.
K.Iohn. Goe,Faulconbridge,novr haft thou thy delire,
A landleffe Knight,makes thee a landed Squire :
Come Madam,and come Richard,we muft fpeed
For France, for France, for it is more then need.
'Baft. Brother adieu, good fortune come to thee.
For thou waft got i'th way of honefty.
Exeunt all but baftard.
Baft. A foot of Honor better then I was.
But many a many foot of Land the worfe.
Well,now can I make any loanc a Lady,
Good den Sir Richard, Godamercy fellow.
And if his name be Qeorge, He call him Peter-,
For new made honor doth forget mens names :
'Tis two refpedliue, and too fociable
For your conuerfion, now your traueller,
Hee and his tooth-picke at my worfliips meffe.
And when my knightly ftomacke is fuffis'd.
Why then I fucke my teeth, and catechize
My picked man of Countries : my deare fir.
Thus leaning on mine elbow I begin ,
I lhall befeech you ; that is queftion now.
And then comes anfwer like an Abfey booke :
O fir, fayes anfwer, at your beft command ,
At your employment, at your feruice fir :
No fir, faies queftion, J fweet fir at yours.
And fo ere anfwer knowes what queftion would,
Sauing in Dialogue of Complement,
And talking of the Alpes and Appenines,
The Perennean and the riuer Poe,
It drawes toward fupper in conclufion fo.
But this is worlhipfull fociety.
And fits the mounting fpirit like my felfe ;
For he is but a baftard to the time
That doth not fmoake of obferuation.
And fo am I whether I fmacke or no :
And not alone in habit and deuice.
Exterior forme, outward accoutrement;
But from the inward motion to deliuer
Sweet, fweet, fweet poyfon for the ages tooth.
Which though I will not praflice to deceiue.
Yet to auoid deceit I meane tolearne;
For it (hall drew the footfteps of my riling:
But who comes in fuch hafte in riding robes f
What
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no Husband
ne before her f
Sccena Secunda.
What woman poft is this?hath ihe
That will take paines to blow a hoi
0 me, ^tis my mother : how now g
What brings you heere to Court fo haftilyf
Enter Lady Faulconhridge and lames Gurney.
Lady. Where is that flaue thy brother ? where is he ?
That holds in chafe mine honour vp and downe.
My brother Robertyolà Sir Roberts fonne :
Colbrand the Gyant, that fame mighty man,
Is it Sir Roberts Ibnne that you feeke fo?
Lady. Sir Roberts fonne, I thou vnreuerend boy,
Sir Roberts fonne ? why fcorn'ft thou at fir Robert ?
He is Sir Roberts fonne, and fo art thou.
Bafl » lames Go«rw^, wilt thou giue vs leaue a while?
Gour, Good leaue good Philip.
Baß. Philip, fparrow, lames,
There*s toyes abroad,anon He tell thee more.
Exit lames.
Madam, I was not old Sir Roberts fonne,
Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me
Vpon good Friday, and nere broke his faft :
Sir Robert could doe well, marrie to confefie
Could get me fir Rybert could not doe it;
We know his handy.worke, therefore good mother
To whom am I beholding for thefe limmes?
Sir 'Robert neuer holpe to make this legge.
Lady. Haft thou confpired with thy brother too,
That for thine owne gaine Ihouldft defend mine honor?
What meanes this fcorne, thou moft vntoward knaue ?
BaB, Knight,knight good mother, Bafilifco-like:
What, I am dub'd, I haue it on my fhoulder :
But mother, I am not Sir Roberts fonne,
1 haue difclaim'd Sir Robert and my land,
Legitimation, name, and all is gone ;
Then good my mother, let me know my father.
Some proper man 1 hope, who was it mother?
Lady. Haft thou denied thy felfe a Faulconhridge ?
Baß. As faithfully as I denie the deuill.
Lady. King Richard Cordelion was thy father.
By long and vehement fuit I was feduc'd
To make roome for him in my husbands bed :
Heauen lay not my transgreifion to my charge.
That art the iffue of my deere offence
Which was fo ftrongly vrg'd paft my defence.
'Baß. Now by this light were I to get againe.
Madam I would not wilh a better father :
Some finnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth.
And fo doth yours : your fault, was not your follie.
Needs muft you lay your heart at his difpofe,
Subieéled tribute to commanding loue,
Againft whofe furie and vnmatched force,
The awleffe Lion could not wage the fight.
Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand :
He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts,
May eafily winne a womans; aye my mother.
With all my heart I thanke thee for my father :
Who Hues and dares but fay, thou didft not well
When I was got. He fend his foule to hell.
Come Lady I will ihew thee to my kinne.
And they ihall fay, when Richard me begot,
Jf thou hadft fayd him nay, it had beene finne;
Who fayes it was, he lyes, I fay twas not.
Exeunt.
Enter before tAngiers, Philip King of France,Leri>ü^T>aul-
phin, AnStria, Conßance, Arthur.
Lerpií. Before Angiers well met braue Außria,
Arthur that great fore-runner of thy bloud,
Richard that rob'd the Lion of his heart.
And fought the holy Warres in Paleßine,
By this braue Duke came early to his graue:
And for amends to his pofteritie,
At our importance hether is he come,
To fpread his colours boy,in thy behalfe,
And to rebuke the vfurpation
Of thy vnnaturall Vncle, Engliih lohn,
Embrace him, loue him, giue him welcome hether.
Arth. God ihall forgiue you Cordelions death
The rather, that you giue his off"-fpring life,
Shadowing their right vnder your wings of warre:
I giue you welcome with a powerleffe hand,
But with a heart full of vnftained loue,
Welcome before the gates of Angiers Duke.
Leypü. A noble boy,who would not doe thee right?
Auß. Vpon thy cheeke lay I this zelous kiife,
As feale to this indenture of my loue:
That to my home I will no more returne
Till Angiers,and the right thou haft in France,
Together with that pale, that white-facM fhore,
Whofe foot fpurnes backe the Oceans roaring tides.
And coopes from other lands her Ilanders,
Euen till that England hedg'd in with the maine.
That Water-walled Bulwarke,ftill fecure
And confident from forreine purpofes,
Euen till that vtmoft corner of the Weft
Salute thee for her King, till then faire boy
Will I not thinke of home, but follow Armes.
Conß. O take his mothers thanks, a widdows thanks.
Till your ftrong hand fhall helpe to giue him ftrength.
To make a more requitall to your loue.
Auß. The peace of heauen is theirs y lift their fwords
In fuch a iuft and charitable warre.
King. Well, then to worke our Cannon /hall be bent
Againft the browes of this refilling towne.
Call for our cheefell men of difcipline,
To cull the plots of beft aduantages :
Wee'll lay before this towne our Royal bones.
Wade to the market-place in French-mtns bloud,
But we will make it fubieÄ to this boy.
Con. Stay for an anfwer to your Embaffie,
Left vnaduis'd you ftaine your fwords with bloud.
My Lord Chattilion may from Englandhúng
That right in peace which heere we vrge in warre,
And then we ihall repent each drop of bloud ,
That hot ralh hafte fo indireftly Ihedde.
Enter Chattilion.
King. A wonder Lady.lo vpon thy wi/h
Our Meffenger Chattilion is arriuM,
What England faics, fay breefely gentle Lord,
We coldly paufe for thee, Chatilion fpeake,
Qhat. Then turne your forces from this paltry fiege,
And ftirre them vp againft a mightier taske :
England impatient of your iuft demands.
Hath put himfelfe in Armes, the aduetle windes
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Whofe leifure I haue ftaid, haue giuen him time
To land his Legions all as foone as I :
His marches are expedient to this towne,
His forces ftrong, his Souldiers confident î
With him along is come the Mother Queene,
An Ace ftirring him to bloud and ftrife y
With her her Neece, the Lady Blanch of Spaine,
With them a Baftard of the Kings deceaft,
And all th'vnfetled hjmors of the Land,
Raih,inconfiderate, fiery voluntaries,
With Ladies faces, and fierce Dragons fpleenes,
Haue fold their fortunes at their natiue homes,
Bearing their birth-rights proudly on their backs,
To make a hazard of new fortunes heere :
In briefe, a brauer choyfe of dauntleife fpirits
Then now the Englißj bottomes haue waft o're,
Did neuer flote vpon the fwelling tide,
To doe offence and fcathe in Chriftendome :
The interruption of their churlifii drums
Cuts off more circumftance, they are at hand.
Drum beats.
To parlie or to fight, therefore prepare.
Kin. How much vnlook'd for, is this expedition.
Auß. By how much vnexpeited, by fo much
We muft awake indeuor for defence,
For courage mounteth with occafion.
Let them be welcome then, we are preparM.
Enter K. of Englandy Baßardy Queency ^lancby Pembrol^ey
and others,
K.Iohn, Peace be to France*. If France in peace permit
Our iufl and Üneall entrance to our owne ;
If not, bleede Franccy and peace afcend to heauen.
Whiles we Gods wrathfull agent doe correct
Their proud contempt that beats his peace to heauen.
Fran. Peace be to Snglandy if that warre returne
From France to Englandy there to liue in peace:
England we loue, and for that Englands fake,
With burden of our armor heere we fweat:
This toyle of ours Ihould be a worke of thine 5
But thou from louing England art fo farre,
That thou haft vnder-wrought his lawfull King,
Cut off the fequence of pofterity.
Out-faced Infant State, and done a rape
Vpon the maiden vertue of the Crowne :
Looke heere vpon thy brother Geffreyes face,
Thefe eyes, thefe browes, were mouUed out of his;
This little abftraél doth containe that large,
Which died in Geffrey.znà the hand of time.
Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume:
That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne.
And this his fonne, England was Çeffreys right,
And this is Geffreyes in the name of God :
How comes it then that thou art calfd a King,
When liuing blood doth in thefe temples beat
Which owe the crowne, that thou ore-maftereft?
K.Iohn. From whom haft thou this great commiflion
To draw my anfwer from thy Articles.^ {Francey
Fra. Fro that fupernal ludge that ftirs good thoughts
In any beaft of ftrong authoritie,
To looke into the blots and ftaines of right.
That ludge hath made me guardian to this boy,
Vnder whofe warrant I impeach thy wrong.
And by whofe helpe I meane to chaftife it.
K.Iohn. Ahck. thou doft vfurpe authoritie.
Fran. Excufe it is to beat vfurping downe.
Queen. Who is it thou doft call vfurper France}
Conß, Let me make anfwer : thy vfurping fonne.
Queen. Out infolent, thy baftard lhall be King,
That thou maift be a Queen, and checke the world.
Con. My bed was euer to thy fonne as true
As thine was to thy husband, and this boy
Liker in feature to his father Geffrey
Then thou and Iohny\n manners being as like.
As raine to water, or deuill to his damme ;
My boy a baftard i by my foule I thinke
His father neuer was fo true begot.
It cannot be, and if thou wert his mother. ( ther
Queen. Theres a good mother boy, that blots thy ià-
Conß. There's a good grandame boy
That would blot thee.
Auß. Peace.
^aß. Heare the Cryer.
Auß, What the deuill art thou ?
^aß. One that wil play the deuill fir with you,
And a may catch your hide and you alone:
You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes
Whofe valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard ;
He fmoake your skin-coat and I catch you right,
Sirra looke too't,yfaith I will, yfaith.
^lan, O well did he become that Lyons robe,
That did difrobe the Lion of that robe.
Baß. It lies as fightly on the backe of him
As great Alcides fiiooes vpon an Affe:
But Affe, Ile take that burthen from your backe,
Or lay on that lhall make your IKoulders cracke.
Auß. What cracker is this fame that deafes our eares
With this abundance of fuperfluous breath }
King Lerpisy determine what we lhall doe ftrait.
Levp. Women & fooles, breake off' your conference.
King lohny this is the very fumme of all :
England and Ireland., AngierSyToraine y Mainey
In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee :
Wilt thou refigne them,and lay downe thy Armes?
lohn. My life as foone : I doe defie thee Francey
Arthur of Britaincy yeeld thee to my hand,
And out of my deere loue He giue thee more.
Then ere the coward hand oí France can win 5
Submit thee boy.
Queen. Come to thy grandame child.
Conf. Doe childe,goe to yt grandame childe,
Giue grandame kingdome, and it grandame will
Giue yt a plum, a cherry, and a figge,
There's a good grandame.
Arthur. Good my mother peace,
I would that I were low laid in my graue,
I am not worth this coyle that's made for me. (weepes.
Qu, Mo. His mother lhames him fo, poore boy hee
Con. Now Ihame vpon you where ftie does or no,
His grandames wrongs, and not his mothers lhames
Drawes thofe heauen-mouing pearles fro his poor eies,
Which heauen lhall take in nature of a fee:
I, with thefe Chriftall beads heauen fliall be brib'd
To dee him Iuftice,and reuenge on you.
ßtf. Thou monftrous llanderer of heauen and earth.
Con. Thou monftrous Iniurer of heauen and earth,
Call not me llanderer, thou and thine vfurpe
The Dominations, Royalties, and rights
Of this oppreffed boy j this is thy eldeft fonnes fonne,
Infortunate in nothing but in thee :
Thy
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Thy finnes are vifited in this poore childe.
The Canon of the Law is laide on him,
Being but the fécond generation
Remoued from thy finne-conceiuing wombe.
lobn. Bedlam haue done.
Con. 1 haue but this to fay,
That he is not onely plagued for her fin,
But God hath made her linne and her, the plague
On this remoued iflue, plagued for her,
And with her plague her finne: his iniury
Her iniurie the Beadle to her finne,
All punilhM in the perfon of this childe.
And all for her, a plague vpon her.
Que. Thou vnaduifed fcold, I can produce
A Will, that barres the title of thy fonne.
Qon. I who doubts that, a Will ; a wicked will,
A womans will, a cankred Grandams will.
Fra. Peace Lady, paufe, or be more temperate,
It ill befeemes this prefence to cry ayme
To theiè ill-tuned repetitions:
Some Trumpet fummon hither to the walks
Thefe men of Angiers, let vs heare them fpeake,'
Whofe title they admit, Arthurs or -lohns.
Trumpet founds,
Snter a Citizen vpon the realhs.
Cit^ Who is it that hath warnM vs to the walles ?
Fra, 'Tis France, for England.
lohn, England for it felfe :
You men of Angiers, and my louing fubieils.
Fra, You louing men of Angiers, Arthurs fuble¿ls.
Our Trumpet caU'd you to this gentle park.
lohn. For our aduantage, therefore heare vs firft :
Thefe flagges of France that are aduanced heere
Before the eye and profpe<fl of your Towne,
Haue hither march'd to your endamagement.
The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath.
And ready mounted are they to fpit forth
Their Iron indignation 'gainft your walks :
All preparation for a bloody fiedge
And merciles proceeding, by thefe French.
Comfort yours Citties eies, your winking gates ;
And but for our approch, thofe fleeping Hones,
That as a wafte doth girdle you about
By the compulfion of their Ordinance,
By this time from their fixed beds of lime
Had bin diihabited, and wide hauocke made
For bloody power to rufti vppon your peace.
But on the fight of vs your lawfull King,
Who painefully with much expedient march
Haue brought a counter-checke before your gates,
To faue vnfcratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes:
Behold the French amaz'd vouchfafe a park.
And now infteed of bulktts wrapt in fire
To make a fiiaking feuer in your walks,
They ihoote but calme words, folded vp in fmoake,
To make a faithlefle errour in your eares.
Which truft accordingly kinde Cittizens,
And let vs in. Your King, whofe laboured fpirits
Fore-wearied in this a^ion of fwift fpeede,
Craues harbourage within your Citie walks.
France, When I haue faide, make anfwer to vs both.
Loe in this right hand, whofe proteition
Is moft diuinely vowM vpon the right
Of him it holds, ftands yong 'ílantagenety
Sonne to the elder brother of this man,
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And King ore him, and all that he enioyes :
For this downe-troden equity, we tread
In warlike march, thefe greenes before your Towne, .
Being no further enemy to you
Then the conftraint ofhofpitabk zeale,
In the releefe of this opprefiTed childe,
Religioufly prouokes. Be pleafed then
To pay that dutie which you truly owe.
To him that owes it, namely, this yong Prince,
And then our Armes, like to a muzled Beare,
Saue in afpeib, hath all offence feafd vp :
Our Cannons malice vainly ihall be fpent
Againft th'involuerable clouds ofheauen.
And with a bleffed and vn-vext retyre.
With vnhack'd fwords, and Helmets all vnbruis'd,
We will beare home that luftie blood againe.
Which heere we came to fpout againft your Towne,
And kaue your children, wiues, and you in peace.
But if you fondly paffe our proffer'd öfter,
'Tis not the rounder of your old-fac'd walies.
Can hide you from our meffengers of Warre,
Though all thefe Englilh, and their difcipline
Were harbour'd in their rude circumference :
Then tell vs. Shall your Citie call vs Lord,
In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it?
Or ihall we giue the fignall to our rage,
And ftalke in blood to our pofieftion ?
Cit. In breefe, we are the King of Englands fubie<fts
For him, and in his right, we hold this Towne.
lohn. Acknowledge then the King, and let me in.
Cit, That can we not : but he that proues the King
To him will we proue loyall, till that time
Haue we ramm'd vp our gates againft the world.
lohn. Doth not the Crowne of England, prooue the
King f
And if not that, I bring you Witneffes
Twice fifteene thoufand hearts of Englands breed.
Baß. Baftards and elfe.
lohn. To vérifié our title with their liues.
Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as thofe.
'Baß, Some Baftards too.
Fran. Stand in his face to contradidl his claime.
Cit. Till you compound whofe right is worthieft,
We for the worthieft hold the right from both.
lohn. Then God forgiue the finne of all thofe foules.
That to their euerlafting refldence,
Before the dew of euening fall, Ihall fleete
In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King,
Fran. Amen, Amen, mount Cheualiers to Armes.
'Baß. Saint George that fwindg'd the Dragon,
And ere fince fit's on's horfebacke at mine Hofteffe dore
Teach vs fome fence. Sirrah, were I at home
At your den firrah, with your Lionneffe,
I would fet an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide;
And make a monfter of you.
Auß. Peace, no more.
Baß. O tremble; for you heare the Lyon rore.
lohn, Vp higher to the plaine, where we'l fet forth
In beft appointment all our Regiments.
Baß. Speed then to take aduantage of the field,
Fra. It ftiall be fo, and at the other hill
Command the reft to ftand, God and our right. Exeunt
Heere after excurfions^ Enter the Herald of France
rvith Trumpets to the gates.
F, Her. You men of Angiers open wide your gates.
And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in,
A a 3 Who
6 The life and death of J^ngjohn.
Who by the hand of France, this day hath made
Much worke for teares in many an Èngliih mother,
Whofe Tonnes lye fcattered on the bleeding ground :
Many a widdowes husband groueling lies.
Coldly embracing the diicoloured earrh,
And viélorie with little lofTe doth play
Vpon the dancing banners of the French,
Who are at hand triumphantly difplayed
To enter Conquerors, and to proclaime
Arthur of Britaine, Englands King, and yours.
Enter Engliß) Herald mith Trumpet.
E.Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers,ring your bels.
King lohrty your king and Englands, doth approach.
Commander of this hot malicious day,
Their Armours that march'd hence To filuer bright.
Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood :
There ihicke no plume in any Englifh Creft,
That is remoued by a ftaffe of France ;
Our colours do returne in thofe fame hands
That did difplay them when we firft marcht forth s
And like a iolly troope of Huntfmen come
Our luftie Engliih, all with purpled hands,
Dide in the dying flaughter of their foes,
Open your gates, and giue the Vi£fors way.
Hubert.HtïAàs, from off our towres we might behold
From firft to laft, the on-fet and retyre
Of both yonr Armies, whofe equality
By our beft eyes cannot be cenfured î (blowes :
Blood hath bought blood, and blowes haue anfwerd
Strength matcht with ftrength, and power confronted
power.
Both are alike, and both alike we like :
One muft proue greateft. While they weigh fo euen,
We hold our Towne for neither: yet for both.
Enter the two Kings with their powers^
at Jeuerall doores.
lohn. France, haft thou yet more blood to caft away?
Say, lhall the currant of our right rome on,
Whofe paffage vext with thy impediment,
Shall leaue his natiue channell, and ore-fwell
with courfe difturbM euen thy confining ftiores,
Vnleffe thou let his filuer Water, keepe
A peacefull progreffe to the Ocean.
Era. England thou haft nofiauM one drop of blood
In this hot triall more then we of France,
Rather loft more. And by this hand I fweare
That fwayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes.
Before we will lay downe our iuft-borne Armes,
Wee'l put thee downe,'gainft whom thefe Armes wee
Or adde a royall number to the dead : (beare,
Gracing the fcroule that tels of this warres loffe.
With flaughter coupled to the name of kings.
Baft. Ha Maiefty : how high thy glory towres,
When the rich blood of kings is fet on fire :
Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with fteele,
The fwords of fouldiers are his teeth, his phangs.
And now he feafts, mouiing tlie flle/h of men
In vndetermin'd differences of kings.
Why ftand rhefe royall fronts amazed thus :
Cry hauocke kings, backe to the ftained field
You equall Potents, fierie kindled fpirits.
Then let confufion of one part confirm
The others peace : till then, blowes, blood, and death.
lohn. Whofe party do the Townefmen yet admitj ?
Era. Speeke Citizens for England,whofe your king.
Hub. The king of£ngIand,when we know the king.
Era» Know him in vs, that heere hold vp his right.
lohn. In Vs, that are our owne great Deputie,
And beare poffeftion of our Perfon heere.
Lord of our prefence Angiers,and of you.
Era. A greater powre then We denies all this.
And till it be vndoubted,we do locke
Our former fcruple in our ftrong barred gates :
Kings of our feare, vntill our feares refolu'd
Be by fome certaine king, purg'd and depos'd.
Baft. By heauen, thefe fcroyles of Angiers flout you
And ftand fecurely on their battelments, fkings,
As in a Theater, whence they gape and point
At your induftrious Scenes and a¿b of death.
Your Royall prefences be ruPd by mee.
Do like the Mutines of lerufalem.
Be friends a-while, and both conioyntly bend
Your fliarpeft Deeds of malice on this Towne.
By Eaft and Weft let France and England mount.
Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes.
Till their foule-fearing clamours haue brauPd downe
The ftintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie,
rde play inceffantly vpon thefe lades,
Euen tillvnfenced defolation
Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre :
That done, diffeuer your vnited ftrengths,
And part your mingled colours once againe,
Turne face to face, and bloody point to point:
Then in a moment Fortune ihall cull forth
Out of one fide her happy Minion,
To whom in fauour ihe ihall giue the day.
And kiffe him with a glorious vi^ory :
How like you this wilde counfell mighty States,
Smackes it not fomething of the policie.
lohn. Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads,
I like it well. France, lhall we knit our powres,
And lay this Angiers euen with the ground.
Then after fight who lhall be king of it?
^aft. And if thou haft the mettle of a king.
Being wTong'd as we are by this peeuilh Towne :
Turne thou the mouth of thy Artillerie,
As we will ours, againft thefe fawcie walles,
And when that we haue dalh'd them to the ground.
Why then defie each other, and pell-mell.
Make worke vpon our felues,for heauen or hell.
Era. Let it be fo: fay, where will you affault?
lohn. We from the Weft will fend deftrudtion
Into this Cities bofome.
Auft. I from the North.
Eran. Our Thunder from the South,
Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne.
'Baft. O prudent difcipline ! From North to South :
Auftria and France Ihoot in each others mouth.
He ftirre them to it : Come, away, away.
Hub. Heare vs great kings, vouchfafe awhile to ftay
And I lhall Ihewyou peace, and faire-fac'd league :
Win you this Citie without ftroke, or wound,
Refcue thole breathing Hues to dye in beds,
That heere come facrifices for the field.
Perfeuer not, but heare me mighty kings.
lohn. Speake on with fauour,we are bent to heare.
Hub. That daughter there of Spaine,the Lady Blanch
Is neere to England, looke vpon the yeeres
Of heroes the Dolphin, and that louely maid.
If luftie loue ftiould go in queft of beautie,
Where
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Where fhould he finde it fairer, then in 'blanch :
If zealous loue Ihould go in fearch of vertue,
Where ihould he finde it purer then in Blanch?
If loue ambitious, fought a match of birth,
Whofe veines bound richer blood then Lady ^Blanch}
Such as Ihe is, in beautie, vertue, birth.
Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat,
If not compleat of, fay he is not ihee.
And ihe againe wants nothing, to name want.
If want it be not, that ihe is not hee î
He is the hälfe part of a bleíTed man,
Left to be finiihed by fuch as ihee,
And ihe a faire diuided excellence,
Whofe fulnefle of perfection lyes in him.
0 two fuch filuer currents when they ioyne
Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in :
And two fuch ihores, to two fuch ftreames made one,
Two fuch controlling bounds ihall you be, kings.
To thefe two Princes, if you marrie them:
This Vnion ihall do more then batterie can
To our fait clofed gates ; for at this match.
With fwifter fpleene then powder can enforce
The mouth of paifage ihall we fling wide ope,
And giue you entrance : but without this match,
The fea enraged is not hälfe fo deafe,
Lyons more confident, Mountaines and rockes
More free ftom motion, no not death himfelfe
In mortall furie hälfe fo peremptorie.
As we to keepe this Citíe.
Baß. Heeres a Hay,
That ihakes the rotten carkafle of old death
Out of his ragges. Here's a large mouth indeede,
That fpits forth death, and mountaines, rockes, and feas,
Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons,
As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges*
What Cannoneere begot this luftie blood,
He fpeakes plaine Cannon fire, and fmoake, and bounce.
He giues the baflinado with his tongue :
Our earesare cudgelM, not a word of his
But buflets better then a fift of France :
Zounds, I was neuer fo bethumpt with words.
Since 1 firft cal'd my brothers father Dad.
Old Son, lift to this coniunCÜon, make this match
Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough.
For by this knot, thou ihalt fo furely tye
Thy now vnfur d affurance to the Crowne,
That yon greene boy ihall haue no Sunne to ripe
The bloome that promifeth a mightie fruite.
1 fee a yeelding in the lookes of France :
Marke how they whifper, vrge them while their foules
Are capeable of this ambition,
Leaft zeale now melted by the windle breath
Offoft petitions, pittie and remorfe,
Coole and congeale againe to what it was.
Hub. Why anfwer not the double Maiefties,
This friendly treatie of our threatned Towne.
Fra. Speake England fir ft, that hath bin forward firft
To fpeake vnto this Cittie : what fay you ?
Jobn.M that the Dolphin there thy Princely fonne.
Can in this booke of beautie read, I loue :
Her Dowrie ihall weigh equall with a Queene:
For Angiersy and faire Toraine Maine y Boy Hier t y
And all that we vpon this fide the Sea,
(Except this Cittie now by vs befiedg'd)
Finde liable to our Crowne and Dignitie,
shall gild her bridall bed and make her rich
In titles, honors, and promotions,
As ihe in beautie, education, blood.
Holdes hand with any PrinceiTe of the world.
Fra. What fai'ft thou boy ? looke in the Ladies face»
Del. I do my Lord, and in her eie I find
A wonder, or a wondrous miracle,
The ihadow of my felfe form'd in her eye.
Which being but the ihadow of your fonne.
Becomes a fonne and makes your fonne a ihadow:
I do proteft I neuer lou'd my felfe
Till now, infixed I beheld my felfe,
Drawne in the flattering table of her eie.
Whijpers wth Blanch.
Baß. Drawne in the flattering table of her eie,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow.
And quartered in her heart, hee doth efpie
Himfelfe loues traytor, this is pittie now 5
That hang'd, and drawne, and quarter'd there ihould be
In fuch a loue, fo vile a Lout as he»
Blan. My vnckles will in this refpe£t is mine.
If he fee ought in you that makes him like,
That any thing he fee's which moues his liking,
I can with eafe tranilate it to my will :
Or if you will, to fpeake more properly,
I will enforce it eafiie to my loue.
Further I will not flatter you, my Lord,
That all I fee in you is worthie loue.
Then this, that nothing do I fee in you.
Though churlifii thoughts themfelues ihould bee your
ludge,
That I can finde, ihould merit any hate.
lohn. What faie thefe yong-ones.^ What fay you my
Neece ?
Blan. That Ihe is bound in honor ftill to do
What you in wifedome ftill vouchfafe to fay.
lohn. Speake then Prince Dolphin, can you loue this
Ladie ?
Dol. Nay aske me if I can refraine from loue.
For I doe loue her moft vnfainedly.
lohn. Then do I giue DolqueJfenyToratneyMainey
PoyHieriyznA Aniorpy thefe flue Prouinces
With her to thee, and this addition more,
Full thirty thoufand Markes of Engliih coyne :
Phillip of France, if thou be pleaf'd withall,
Command thy fonne and daughter to ioyne hands.
Fra. It likes vs well young Princes: clofe your hands
Auß. And your lippes too, fori am well aflur'd,
That I did fo when I was firft aflur'd.
Fra. Now Cittizens of Angires ope your gates,
Let in that amitie which you haue made,
For at Saint Maries Chappell prefently.
The rights of marriage Ihallbe folemniz'd.
Is not the Ladie Conßance in this trooped
I know ihe is not for this match made vp,
Her prefence would haue interrupted much.
Where is /he and her fonne, tell me, who knowes?
Dol. She is fad and pafsionate at your highnes Tent.
Fra^ And by my faith, this league that we haue made
Will giue her fadneflTe very little cure ;
Brother of England, how may we content
This widdow Lady} In her right we came,
Which we God knowes, haue turn d another way,
To our owne vantage.
lohn. We will heale vp all.
For wee'l create yong Arthur Duke of Britaine
And Earle ofRichmond, and this rich faire Towne
We
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The life and death of J^ng lohn.
We make him Lord of. Call the Lady Conßance,
Some fpeedy Meflenger bid her repaire
To our folemnity : 1 traft we (hall,
(If not fill vp the meafure of her will)
Yet in fome meafure fatisfie her fo,
That we lhall ftop her exclamation,
Go we as well as haft will fuller vs,
To this vnlook'd for vnprepared pompe. ExeuTit.
Baß. Mad world, mad kings, mad compofition !
lohn to ftop Arthurs Title in the whole.
Hath willingly departed with a part.
And France, whofe armour Confcience buckled on.
Whom zeale and charitie brought to the field.
As Gods owne fouldier, rounded in the eare.
With that fame purpofe-changer, that flye diuel.
That Broker, that ftill breakes the pate of faith.
That dayly breake-vow, he that winnes of all.
Of kings, of beggers, old men, yong men, maids.
Who hauing no externall thing to loofe.
But the word Maid, cheats the poore Maide of that.
That fmooth-fac'd Gentleman, tickling commoditie,
Commoditie, the byas of the world,
The world, who of it felfe is peyfed well,
Made to run euen, vpon euen ground ;
Till this aduantage, this vile drawing byas.
This fway of motion, this commoditie.
Makes it take head from all indifferency.
From all direilion, purpofe, courfe, intent.
And this fame byas, this Commoditie,
This Bawd, this Broker, this all-changing-word,
Clap'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Hath drawne him from his owne determin'd ayd.
From a refolu'd and honourable warre.
To a moft bafe and vile-concluded peace.
And why rayle 1 on this Commoditie?
But for becaufe he hath not wooed me yet :
Not that I haue the power to clutch my hand.
When his faire Angels would falute my palme.
But for my hand, as vnattempted yet.
Like a poore begger, raileth on the rich.
Well, whiles I am a begger, I will raile.
And fay there is no fin but to be rich :
And being rich, my vertue then lhall be.
To fay there is no vice, but beggerie :
Since Kings breake faith vpon commoditie.
Gaine be my Lord, for I will worlhip thee. Sxil.
íTSlus Secundas
Enter Conßance^ ArthuVyand Salisbury.
Con. Gone to be married? Gone to fweare a peace ?
Falfe blood to falfe Mood ioyn'd. Gone to be freinds?
Shall Levnis haue Biaunchy and 'Blaunch thofe Prouinces?
It is not fo, thou haft mifpoke,miiheard,
Be well aduiPd, tell ore thy tale againe.
It cannot be, thou do'ft but fay 'tis fo.
I truft I may not tnift thee, for thy word
Is but the vaine breath of a common man:
Beleeue me, 1 doe not beleeue thee man,
I haue a Kings oath to the contrarie.
Thou ftialt be punifli'd for thus frighting me,
For I am ficice, and capeable of feares,
Oppreft with wrongs, and therefore full of feares,
A widdow, husbandles, fubiedf to feares,
A woman naturally borne to feares;
And though thou now confeiTe thou didft but ieft
With my vext fpirits, I cannot take a Truce,
But they will quake and tremble all this day.
What doft thou meane by ihaking of thy head f
Why doft thou looke fo fadly on my fonne ?
What meanes that hand vpon that breaft of thine ?
Why holdes thine eie that lamentable rhewme,
Like a proud riuer peering ore his bounds ?
Be thefe fad fignes confirmers of thy words?
Then fpeake againe, not all thy former tale.
But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
Sal. As true as I beleeue you thinke them falfe,
That giue you caufe to proue my faying trxK.
Con. Oh if thou teach me to beleeue this forrow,
Teach thou this forrow, how to make me dye,
And let beleefe, and life encounter fo.
As doth the furie of two defperate men,
Which in the very meeting fall, and dye.
LfWM marry Blaunch} O boy, then where art thou ?
France friend with England, what becomes of me ?
Fellow be gone : I cannot brooke thy fight,
This newes hath made thee a moft vgly man.
Sal. What other harme heue I good Lady done.
But fpoke the harme, that is by others done ?
Con. Which harme within it felfe fo heynous is,
As it makes harmefull all that fpeake of it.
Ar. I do befeech you Madam be content.
Qon. If thou that bidft me be content, wert grim
Vgly, and ilandrous to thy Mothers wombe,
Full of vnpleafing blots, and fightiefte ftaines.
Lame, fooliih, crooked, fwart, prodigious,
Patch'd with foule Moles, and eye-ofr*ending markes,
I would not care, I then would be content,
For then I ihould not loue thee : no, nor thou
Become thy great birth, nor deferue a Crowne.
But thou art faire, and at thy birth (deere boy)
Nature and Fortune ioyn'd to make thee great.
Of Natures guifts, thou mayft with Lillies boaft,
And with the halfe-blowne Rofe. But Fortune, oh,
She is corrupted, chang'd, and wonne from thee,
Sh'adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle lohn.
And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France
To tread downe faire refpedf of Soueraigntie,
And made his Maieftie the bawd to theirs.
France is a Bawd to Fortune, and king lobn.
That ftrumpet Fortune, that vfurping lohn :
Tell me thou fellow, is not France forfwornc ?
Euvenom him with words, or get thee gone.
And leaue thofe woes alone, which I alone
Am bound to vnder-beare.
Sal. Pardon me Madam,
I may not goe without you to the kings.
Con. Thou maift, thou ihalt, I will not go with thee,
I will inftrudf my forrowes to bee proud.
For greefe is proud, and makes his owner ftoope,
To me and to the ftate of my great greefe.
Let kings aftemble : for my greefe's fo great, •
That no fupporter but the huge firme earth
Can hold it vp : here I and forrowes fit,
Heere is my Throne, bid kings come bow to it.
A^us
JII
'The life and death of Kjng John. 9
^^Sius Tertius fScana prima.
Enter King lobn^ France^ T)olfhin^ Blanch y SlianoryPbiUpy
Außriay Conßance,
Fran, *Tis true (faire daughter) and this bleíTed day,
Euer in France íhall be kept feftiuall :
To folemnize this day the glorious funne
Stayes in his courfe, and playes the Alchymift,
Turning with fplendor of his precious eye
The meager cloddy earth to glittering gold :
The ycarely courfe that brings this day about,
Shall neuer fee it, but a holy day.
Conß. A wicked day, and not a holy day.
What hath this day deferu'd ? what hath it done,
That it in golden letters ihould be fet
Among the high tides in the Kalender.i
Nay, rather turne this day out of the weeke.
This day of ihame, oppreflion, periury.
Or if it muft ftand ftill, let wiucs with childe
Pray that their burthens may not fall this day,
Left that their hopes prodigiously be croft :
But (on this day) let Sea-men feare no wracke,
No bargaines breake that are not this day made 5
This day all things begun, come to ill end.
Yea, faith it felfe to hollow iâl/hood change.
Fra. By heauen Lady, you ftiall haue no caufe
To curfe the faire proceedings of this day s
Haue I not pawnM to you my Maiefty ?
Conß. You haue beguil'd me with a counterfeit
Rcfembling Maiefty, which being touched and tride,
Proues valueleíTe :you are forfworne,forfworne,
You came in Armes to fpill mine enemies bloud,
But now in Armes, you ftrengthen it with yours.
The grapling vigor,and rough frowne of Warre
Is cold in amitie, and painted peace,
And our oppreflion hath made vp this league :
Arme, arme, you heauens, againft thefe periur^d Kings,
A widdow cries, be husband to me (heauens)
Let not the howres of this vngodly day
Weare out the daies in Peace ; but ere Sun-fet,
Set armed difcord 'twixt thefe periur'd Kings,
Heare me, Oh, heare me.
Auß. Lady Conßancty peace.
Conß. War, war, no peace, peace is to me a warre :
O Lymogesy O Außriay thou doft ihame
That bloudy fpoyle : thou flaue, thou wretch, y coward.
Thou little valiant, great in villanie.
Thou euer ftrong vpon the ftronger fide j
Thou Fortunes Champion, that do'ft neuer fight
But when her humourous Ladiihip is by
To teach thee fafety : thou art periur'd too,
And footh'ftvp greatnefle. What a foole art thou,
A ramping foole, to brag, and ftamp, and fweare,
Vpon my partie : thou cold blooded flaue.
Haft thou not fpoke like thunder on my fide ?
Beene fworne my Souldier, bidding me depend
Vpon thy ftarres, thy fortune, and thy ftrength,
And doft thou now fall euer to my foes?
Thou weare a Lyons hide, doff it for ihame.
And hang a Calues skin on rhofe recreant limbes.
Auj^ O that a man Ihould fpeake thofe words to me.
Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on thofe recreant limbs
Auf. Thou dar'ft not fay fo villaine for thy life.
Phil.Aná hang a Calues-skin on thoie recreant limbs.
/o¿«.We like not this, thou doft forget thy felfe.
Enter Pandulpb.
Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope,
Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauenj
To thee King lohn my holy errand is ;
I fandulphy of faire Millane Cardinall,
And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere.
Doe in his name religiou/ly demand
Why thou againft the Church,our holy Mother,
So wilfully doft fpurne j and force perforce
Keepe Stephen Langten chofen Aríhbiíhop
Of Qanterbury from that holy Sea :
This in our forefaid holy Fathers name
Pope Innoccnty I doe demand of thee.
lohn. What earthie name to Interrogatories
Can taft the free breath of a facred King.?
Thou canft not (Cardinall) deuife a name
So flight, vnworthy,and ridiculous
To charge me to an anfwere, as the Pope :
Tell him this tale,and from the mouth of England,
Adde thus much more, that no Italian Prieft
Shall tythe or toll in our dominions :
But as we, vnder heauen, are fupreame head,
So vnder him that great fupremacy
Where we doe reigne, we will alone vphold
Without th'affiftance of a mortall hand :
So tell the Pope, all reuerence fet apart
To him and his vfurp'd authoritie.
Fra^ Brother of Englandy^OM blafpheme in this,
lohn. Though you, and all the Kings of Chriftendom
Are led fo groffely by this medling Prieft,
Dreading the curfe that money may buy out.
And by the merit of vilde gold, droffe, duft,
Purchafe corrupted pardon of a man,
Who in that faie fels pardon from himfelfe :
Though you, and al the reft fo groffely led ,
This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cherifli.
Yet I alone, alone doe me oppofe
, Againft the Pope, and count his friends my foes.
Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I haue.
Thou lhalt ftand curft,and excommunicate.
And bleffed (hall he be that doth reuolt
From his Allégeance to an heretique.
And meritorious Ihall that hand be calPd,
Canonized and worihip'd as a Saint,
That takes away by any fecret courfe
Thy hatefull life.
0>n. O lawfull let it be
That I haue roome with Rome to curfe a while,
Good Father Cardinall, cry thou Amen
To my keene curfesj for without my wrong
There is no tongue hath power to curfe him right.
Pan. There's Law and Warrant (Lady) fçr my curfe.
ConJ. And for mine too,when Law can do no right.
Let it be lawful),that Law barre no wrongs
Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere j
For he that holds his Kingdome,holds the Law:
Therefore fince Law it felfe is perfect wrong,
How can the Law forbid my tongue to curfe f
Pand. Philip of France, on perill of a curfe,
Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique ,
And raife the power of France vpon his head,
Vnleffe he doe fubmit himfelfe to Rome.
F/(fí7.Look'ft thou pale France^do not let go thy hand.
Co». Looke to that Deuill, left that France repent.
And
K &
I o The life and death of^ngjohn.
And by diiioyning hands hell lofe a foule.
Auß. King Philips liften to the Cardinall.
Baß. And hang a Calues-skin on his recreant limbs.
Auß. Well ruffian, I muft pocket vp thefe wrongs,
Becaufe,
^aß. Your breeches bell may carry them.
lohn. P¿í7//j,what faift thou to the Cardinall?
Con, What Ihould he fay,but as the Cardinall?
Dolph. Bethinkeyou father, for the difference
Is purchafe of a heauy curfe from Rome >
Or the light loffe of England,îor a friend :
Forgoe the eafier.
Bla. That s the curfe of Rome.
Qon. O Levpù, Hand faff, the deuill tempts thee heere
In likeneffe of a new vntrimmed Bride.
Bla. The Lady Conßance fpeakes not from her faith,
But from her need.
Con. Oh, if thou grant my need,
Which onely Hues but by the death of faith,
That need, mull needs inferre this principle.
That faith would liue againeby death of need :
O then tread downe my need,and faith mounts vp,
K-^epe my need vp,and faith is trodden downe.
lohn. The king is moiid, and anfwers not to this.
Con. O be remouM from him, and anfwere welL
Auß. Doe fo king 'Philip, bang no more in doubt.
^¿^.Hang nothing but a Calues skin moll fweet lout.
Fra. I am perplext,and know not what to fay.
Pan. What canil thou fay,but wil perplex thee more?
If thou Hand excommunicate, and curll?
Fra. Good reuerend fether,make my perfon yours,
And tell me how you would bellow your felfef
This royall hand and mine are newly knit.
And the coniunilion of our inward foules
Married in league, coupled, and link'd together
With all religous ffrength of facred vowes,
The latell breath that gaue the found of words
Was deepe-fworne faith, peace, amity, true loue
Betweene our kingdomes and our royall felues.
And euen before this truce, but new before,
No longer then we well could walh our hands.
To clap this royall bargalne vp of peace,
Heauen knowes they were belmear'd and ouer-llaind
With flaughters pencill ; where reuenge did paint
The fearefull difference of incenfed kings :
And Ihall thefe hands fo lately purg'd ofbloud?
So newly ioyn'd in loue ? fo llrong in both,
Vnyoke this feyfure, and this kinde regreete?
Play fall and loofe with faith ? fo ieft with heauen.
Make fuch vnconftant children of onr felues
As now againe to fnatch our palme from palme :
Vn-fweare faith fworne, and on the marriage bed
Of fmiling peace to march a bloody hoall,
And make a ryot on the gentle brow
Of true fincerity ? O holy Sir
My reuerend father, let it not be fo ;
Out of your grace, deuife, ordaine, impofe
Some gentle order, and then we ihall be blell
To doe your pleafure, and continue friends.
Pand. All forme is formelefle,Order orderleffe,
Saue what is oppofite to Englands loue.
Therefore to Armes, be Champion of our Church,
Or let the Church our mother breathe her curfe,
A mothers curfe, on her reuolting fonne :
France, thou maiil hold a ferpent by the tongue,
A cafed Lion by the mortall paw.
A failing Tyger fafer by the tooth ,
Then keepe in peace that hand which thou doil hold.
Fra . 1 may dif-ioyne my hand, but not my faith.
Pand. So mak'll thou faith an enemy to faith.
And like a ciuill warre fetil oath to oath ,
Thy tongue againft thy tongue. O let thy vow
Firll made to heauen, firll be to heauen performed,
That is, to be the Champion of our Church,
What fince thou fworft, is fworne againft thy felfe,
And may not be performed by thy felfe.
For that which thou haft fworne to doe amifle.
Is not amiffe when it is truely done :
And being not done, where doing tends to ill.
The truth is then moft done not doing it:
The better A6l of purpofes miftooke ,
Is to miftake again, though indiredl,
Yet indirection thereby growes direCl,
And falihood, falihood cures, as fire cooles fire
Within the fcorched veines of one new burnM:
It is religion that doth make vowes kept,
But thou haft fworne againft religion:
By what thou fwear'ft againft the thing thou fwear'ft.
And mak'ft an oath the furetie for thy truth,
Againft an oath the truth, thou art vnfure
To fweare, fweares onely not to be forfworne,
Elfe what a mockerie ihould it be to fweare ?
But thou doft fweare, onely to be forfworne,
And moft forfworne, to keepe what thou doft fweare,
Therefore thy later vowes,againft thy firft,
Is in thy felfe rebellion to thy felfe :
And better conqueft neuer canft thou make ,
Then arme thy conftant and thy nobler parts
Againft thefe giddy loofe fuggeftions:
Vpon which better part, our prayrs come in ,
If thou vouchfafe them. But if not,then know
The perill of our curfes light on thee
So heauy, as thou ihalt not ihake them off"
But in defpaire, dye vnder their blacke weight.
Auß. Rebellion, flat rebellion,
Baß. Wil't not be ?
Will not a Calues-skin ftop that mouth of thine?
Daul. Father, to Armes.
Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day ?
Againft the blood that thou haft married?
What,ihall our feaft be kept with ilaughtered men?
Shall braying trumpets, and loud churliih drums
Clamors of hell, be meafures to our pomp?
0 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
Againft mine Vncle.
Conß. O, vpon my knee made hard with kneeling,
1 doe pray to thee, thou vertuous Daulphin,
Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen.
Blan. Now ihall I fee thy loue, what motiue may
Be ftronger with thee, then the name of wife í
Con. That which vpholdeth him, that thee vpholds,
His Honor, Oh thine Honor, Leveis thine Honor.
Dolph. I mufe your Maiefty doth feeme fo cold,
When fuch profound refpeCls doe pull you on ^
Pand, I will denounce a curfe vpon his head.
Fra. Thou ftialt not T\^^à.England,\ will fall fro thee.
Conß, O faire returne of baniih'd Maieílie.
Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconftancy.
Eng, France, y ftialt rue this heure within this houre.
Baß.
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The life and death of Tfagjohn. 11
'Bafl.Olá Time the clocke fetter, y bald iexton Tinrte:
Is it as he will? well then,Frj«« Ihall rue.
^la. The Sun^s orecaft with bloud : faire day adieu,
Which is the fide that I muft goe withall ?
I am with both, each Army hath a hand,
And in their rage, I hauing hold of both,
They whurle a-funder, and difmember mee.
Husband, I cannot pray that thou maiil winne :
Vncle, I needs muft pray that thou maift lofe :
Father, I may not wilh the fortune thine :
Grandam, I will not wifti thy wiihes thriue :
Who-euer wins,on that fide ihall I lofe :
AíTured lofle,before the match be plaid.
Dolpb. Lady,with me,with me thy fortune líes»
Bla, There where my fortune liues,there my life dies.
lohfj. Cojerty goe draw our puifance together,
Franceyl am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath,
A rage, whofe heat bath this condition j
That nothing can allay,nothing but blood,
The blood and deereft valued bloud of France.
Fra, Thy rage ihall burne thee vp, & thou ihalt turne
To ailles, ere our blood ihall quench that fire :
Looke to thy felfe,thou art in ieopardie.
lohn.'So more then he that threats. To Arms le*ts hie.
Sxeunt.
Scœna Secunda.
AllarumsySxcurßons : Enter Baßard tvith Außria's
bead.
'Baß. Now by my life,this day grows wondrous hot.
Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie.
And pour s downe mifchiefe.-^/^r/aí head lye there.
Enter lobnyArthuryHubert.
While Philip breathes.
lobn. Hubert, keepe this boy: Philip vp.
My Mother is afl'ayled in our Tent,
And tane I feare.
Baß. My Lord I refcued her,
Her Highneife is in fafety, feare you not :
But on my Liege, for very little paines
Will bring this labor to an happy end. Exit,
Alarums, excurßons. Retreat. Enter lohn,Eleanor,Arthur
Baßard, Hubert, Lords,
lobn. So ihall it be : your Grace ihall ftay behinde
So ftrongly guarded : Cofen,looke not fad,
ThyGrandame 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.
lobn. Cofen away for England, hafte before,
And ere our comming fee thou ihake the bags
Of hoording Abbots, imprifoned angells
Set at libertie : the fat ribs of peace
Muft by the hungry now be fed vpon :
Vfe our Commiflion in his vtmoft force.
Baß. Bell, Booke,& Candle, ihall not driue me back.
When gold and filuer becks me to come on.
I leaue your highnefle : Grandame, I will pray
(If euer I remember to be holy )
For your faire fafety : fo I kifle your hand.
Sie. Farewell gentle Cofen.
lohn. Coz, farewell.
Sie. Come hether little kinfman,harke,a worde.
lohn.Qomt hether Hubert. O my gentle Hubert,
We owe thee much : within this wall of fleih
There is a foule counts thee her Creditor,
And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue :
And my good friend, thy voluntary oath
Liues in this bofome, deerely cheri/hed.
Giue me thy hand, I had a thing to fay,
But I will fit it with fome better tune.
By heauen Hubert, I am almoft aiham'd
To fay what good refpeél I haue of thee.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiefty.
lohn. Good friend,thou haft no caufe to fay fo yet,
But thou lhalt haue :and creepe time nere fo flow,
Yet it ihall come, for me to doe thee good.
I had a thing to fay, but let it goe :
The Sunne is in the heauen, and the proud day,
Attended with the pleafures 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 fame were a Church-yard where we ftand ,
And thou poifeiTed with a thoufand wrongs ;
Or if that furly fpirit melancholy
Had bak'd thy bloud,and made it heauy,thicke,
Which elfe runnes tickling vp and downe the veines.
Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes ,
And ftraine their cheekes to idle merriment,
A paflion hatefull to my purpofes :
Or if that thou couldft fee me without eyes,
Heare me without thine eares, and make reply
Without a tongue, vfing conceit alone ,
Without eyes,eares,and harmefull found of words :
Then, in defpight of brooded watchfull day,
I would into thy bofome poure my thoughts :
But (ah) I will not, yet I loue thee well ,
And by my troth 1 thinke thou lou'ft me well.
Hub. So well, that what you bid me vndertake.
Though that my death were adiunâ to my A£I,
By heauen I would doe it.
lobn. Doe not I know thou wouldft?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert throw thine eye
On yon young boy : He tell thee what my friend,
He is a very ferpent in my way,
And wherefoere this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me : doft thou vnderftand me f
Thou art his keeper.
Hub. And He keepe him fo.
That he Ihall not offend your Maiefty.
lohn. Death.
Hub. My Lord.
lohn. A Graue.
Hub. He Ihall not liue.
lohn. Enough.
I could be merry now, Hubert, I loue thee.
Well, He not fay what 1 intend for thee :
Remember : Madam, Fare you well.
He fend thofe powers o're to your Maiefty.
Ele. My blefling goe with thee.
lohn. For Sngland Cofen, goe.
Hubert ihall be your man, attend on you
Withal true duetie : On toward Callice,\iOZ.
Exeunt.
Seena
12 'The life and death of J^ng fohn.
Scana Tertia.
Enter France, Dolphin, Pandulpho, Attendants. .
Fra. So by a roaring Tempeft on the flood,
A whole Armado of conuiäed falle
Is fcattered and dif-ioyn'd from fellowfliip.
Fand. Courage and comfort,all (hall yet goe well.
Fra. What can goe well,when we haue runne fo ill
Are we not beaten i Is not Anglers loft ?
Arthur tane prifoner? diuers deere friends flaine.'
And bloudy England into England gone.
Ore-bearing interruption fpight of France}
"Dol. What he hath won, that hath he fortified :
So hot a fpeed, with fuch aduice difpos'd.
Such temperate order in fo fierce a caufe.
Doth want example : who hath read,or heard
Of any kindred-aifion like to this }
Fra. Well could I beare that Englandhad this praife.
So we could finde fome patterne of our fliame :
Enter Qonßance.
Looke who comes heere ? a graue vnto a foule.
Holding th'eternall fpirit againft her will,
In the vilde prifon of affliGed breath :
I prethee Lady goe away with me.
Con. Lo; now: now fee the iflue of your peace.
Fra. Patience good Lady,comfort gentle Confiance.
Con. No, I defie all Counfell, all redrelfe.
But that which ends all counfell, true Redrelfe :
Death, death, O amiable, louely death ,
Thou odoriferous ftench ; found rottennelfe,
Arife forth from the couch of lafting night.
Thou hate and terror to profperitie.
And I will kilfe thy deteftable bones,
And put my eye-balls in thy vaultie browes,
And ring thefe fingers with thy houfliold wormes.
And ftop this gap of breath with fulfome dull,
And be a Carrion Monfter like thy felfe ;
Come,grin on me, and I will thinke thou fmil'ft.
And bufle thee as thy wife : Miferies Loue,
O come to me.
Fra. O faire affliGion, peace.
Con. No,no, I will not, hauing breath to cry:
0 that my tongue were in the thunders mouth,
Then with a paflion would I fliake the world,
And rowze from flecpe that fell Anatomy
Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce.
Which fcornes a moderne Inuocation.
Fand. Lady,you vtter madnefle,and not forrow.
Con. Thou art holy to belye me fo,
1 am not mad ; this haire I teare is mine,
My name is Confiance, I was Geffreyes wife,
Yong ^Arthur is my fonne, and he is loft:
I am not mad, I would to heauen I were.
For then 'tis like I Ihould forget my felfe :
O, if I could, what griefe Ihould I forget ?
Preach fome Philofophy to make me mad.
And thou flialt be Canoniz'd(Cardinall.)
For, being not mad, but fenfible of greefe.
My reafonable part produces reafon
How I may be deliuer'd of thefe woes.
And teaches mee to kill or hang my felfe :
If I were mad, I Ihould forget my fonne.
Or madly thinke a babe of clowts were he ;
I am not mad : too well, too well I feele
The different plague of each calamitie.
Fra. Binde vp thofe treffes : O what loue I note
In the faire multitude of thofe her haires ;
Where but by chance a filuer drop hath falne,
Euen to that drop ten thoufand wiery fiends
Doe glew themfelues in fociable griefe.
Like true, infeparable, faithfull loues.
Sticking together in calamitie.
Con. To England, if you will.
Fra. Binde vp your haires.
Con. Yes that I will : and wherefore will I do it /
I tore them from their bonds, and cride aloud,
O, that thefe hands could fo redeeme my fonne,
As they haue giuen thefe hayres their libertie :
But now I enuie at their libertie.
And will againe commit them to their bonds,
Becaufe my poore childe is a prifoner.
And Father Cardinall, I haue heard you fay
That WB lhall fee and know our friends in heauen :
jf that be true, I lhall fee my boy againe ;
For fince the birth of Caine, the firft male-childe
To him that did but yefterday fufpire ,
There was not fuch a gracious creature borne :
But now will Canker-forrow eat my bud ,
And chafe the natiue beauty from his cheeke.
And he will looke as hollow as a Ghoft,
As dim and meager as an Agues fitte.
And fo hee'll dye : and rifing fo againe.
When I lhall meet him in the Court of heauen
I lhall not know him : therefore neuer, neuer
Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Fand. You hold too heynous a refpeG of greefe.
Confi. He talkes to me,that neuer had a fonne.
Fra. You are as fond of greefe, as of your childe.
Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my abfent childe :
Lies in his bed, walkes vp and downe with me,
Putson his pretty lookes, repeats his words.
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stoffes out his vacant garments with his forme j
Then,haue I reafon to be fond of griefe.?
Fareyouwell : had you fuch a loffe as I,
I could giue better comfort then you doe.
I will not keepe this forme vpon my head ,
When there is fuch diforder in my witte :
O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my faire fonne.
My life, my ioy, my food, my all the world :
My widow-comfort, and my forrowes cure. Exit,
Fra. I feare fome out-rage, and He follow her. Exit.
Dol. There's nothing in this world can make me ioy.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull eare of a drowfie man ;
And bitter fliame hath fpoyl'd the fweet words tafte.
That it yeelds nought but fliame and bitterneffe.
Fand. Before the curing of a ftrong difeafe ,
Euen in the inftant of repaire and health.
The fit is ftrongeft : Euils that take leaue
On their departure, moft of all fliew euill:
What haue you loft by lofing of this day ?
Dol. All dales of glory,ioy,and happineffe.
Fan. If you had won it, certainely you had.
No, no : when Fortune meanes to men moft good,
Shee lookes vpon them with a threatning eye:
'Tis ftrange to thinke how much King lohn hath loft
In this which he accounts fo clearely wonne :
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Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prifoner i
DoL As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as your blood.
Now heare me fpeake with a propheticke fpirif.
For eucn the breath of what I meane to fpeake,
Shall blow each dud, each draw, each little rub
Out of the path which ihall dire(ílly lead
Thy foote to Englands Throne. And therefore marke :
lohn hath feizM Arthur y and it cannot be,
That whiles warme life playas In that infants veines.
The mif-placM-/oi6« ihould entertaine an houre.
One minute, nay one quiet breath of reft.
A Scepter fnatch*d with an vnruly hand,
Muft be as boyfteroufly maintained as gain'd.
And he that ftands vpon a llipp'ry place.
Makes nice of no vilde hold to ftay him vp:
That lohn may ftand, then Arthur needs muft fall,
So be it, for it cannot be but fo.
Dot. But what lhall I gaine by yong Arthurs fallf
Pan. You, in the right of Lady blanch your wife,
May then make all the claime that Arthur did.
Dol. And loofe it, life and 3\\ ^z.% Arthur did.
Pan. How green you are,and frefh in this old world?
lohn layes you plots : the times confpire with you.
For he that fteepes his fafetie in true blood.
Shall finde but bloodie fafety, and vntrue.
This AÄ fo euilly borne ihall coole the hearts
Of all his people, and freeze vp their zeale.
That none fo fmall aduantage lhall ftep forth
To checke his reigne, but they will cherifti it.
No naturall exhalation in the skie,
No fcope of Nature, no diftemperM day.
No common winde, no cuftomed euent.
But they will plucke away his naturall caufe.
And call them Meteors, prodigies, and fignes,
Abbortiues, prefagcs, and tongues of heauen.
Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon lobn^
Dol. May be he will not touch yon^ Arthurs life,
But hold himfelfe fafe in his prifonment.
Pan. O Sir, when he lhall heare of your approach,
If that yoTs% Arthur be not gone alreadie,
Euen at that newes he dies : and then the hearts
Of all his people lhall reuolt from him,
And kilfe the lippes of vnacquainted change,
And picke ftrong matter of reuolt, and wrath
Out of the bloody fingers ends of John.
Me thinkes I fee this hurley all on foot;
And O, what better matter breeds for you.
Then I haue namM. The Baftard Falconbridge
Is now in England ranfacking the Church,
Offending Charity : If but a dozen French
Were there in Armes, they would be as a Call
To traine ten thoufand Englilh to their fide ;
Or, as a little fnow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a Mountaine. O noble Dolphinc,
Go with me to the King, 'tis wonderfull.
What may be wrought out of their difcontent.
Now that their foules are topfull of offence.
For England go j I will whet on the King.
DoL Strong reafons makes ftrange a¿Iions:let vs go,
If you fay I, the King will not fay no. Exennt.
<iA5lus Quartus, Scana prima.
Enter Hubert and Executioners.
Hub. Heate me thefe Irons hot, and looke thou ftand
Within the Arras : when I ftrike my foot
Vpon the bofome of the ground, rulh forth
And binde the boy, which you lhall finde with me
Faft to the chaire : be heedfull : hence,and watch.
Exec. I hope your warrant will beare out the deed.
Hub. Vncleanly fcruples feare not you : looke too't.
Yong Lad come forth ; I haue to fay with you.
Enter Arthur.
Ar. Good morrow Hubert.
Hub. Good morrow, little Prince.
Ar. As little Prince, hauing fo great a Title
To be more Prince, as may be : you are fad.
Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier.
Art. 'Mercie on me :
Me thinkes no body ihould be fad but I :
Yet I remember, when I was in France,
Yong Gentlemen would be as fad as night
Onely for wantonnelTe : by my Chriftendome,
So I were out of prifon,and kept Sheepe
I ihould be as merry as the day is long :
And fo I would be heere, but that I doubt
My Vnckle pra^iies more harme to me i
He is affraid of me, and I of him :
Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes fonne?
No in deede is't not : and I would to heauen
I were your fonne, fo you would loue me, Hubert:
Hub. If I talke to him, with his innocent prate
He will awake my mercic, which lies dead:
Therefore I will be fodaine, and difpatch.
Ar. Are you ficke Hubert? you looke pale to day,
Infooth I would you were a little ficke.
That I might fit all night,and watch with you.
I warrant I loue you more then you do me.
Hub. His words do take pofleffion of my bofome,
Reade heere yong Arthnr, How now fooliih rheume ?
Turning difpitious torture out of doore?
I muft be breefe, leaft refolution drop
Out at mine eyes, in tender womaniih teares.
Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?
Ar. Too fairely Hubert^ for fo foule effect,
Muft you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes ?
Hub. Yong Boy, I muft.
Art. And will you?
Hub, And I will.
Art. Haue you the heart ? When your head did but
ake,
I knit my hand-kercher about your browes
(The beft I had, a Princeffe wrought it me^
And I did neuer aske it you againe :
And with my hand,at midnight held your head;
And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre.
Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time ;
Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe?
Or what good loue may I performe for you f
Many a poore mans fonne would haue lyen ftill.
And nere haue fpoke a louing word to you:
But you, at your ficke feruice had a Prince :
Nay, you may thinke my loue was craftie loue.
And call it cunning. Do, and if you will,
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If heauen be pleasM that you muft vfe me ill,
Why then you muft. Will you put out mine eyes.^
Thefe eyes, that neuer did, nor neuer ihall
So much as frowne on you.
Huh. I haue fworne to do it :
And with hot Irons muft I burne them out.
Ar. Ah, none but in this Iron Age,would do it:
The Iron of it felfe, though heate red hot.
Approaching neere thefe eyes, would drinke my teares.
And quench thisfierie indignation,
Euen in the matter of mine innocence :
Nay, after that, confume away in ruft,
But for containing fire to harme mine eye:
Are you more ftubborne hard, then hammer'd Iron }
And if an Angelí ftiould haue come to me,
And told me Hubert ihould put out mine eyes,
I would not haue beleeuM him : no tongue but Huberts.
Hub. Come forth : Do as I bid you do.
Art. O faue me Hubertyisiut me : my eyes are out
Euen with the fierce 1 ookes of thefe bloody men.
Hub. Giue me the Iron 1 fay, and binde him heere.
Art. Alas, what neede you be fo boiftrous rough?
I will not ftruggle, I will ftand ftone ftill :
For heauen fake Hubert let me not be bound :
Nay heare me Hubertthefe men away,
And I will fit as quiet as a Lambe.
I will not ftirre, nor winch, nor fpeake a word,
Nor looke vpon the Iron angerly :
Thruft but thefe men away, and He forgiue you.
What euer torment you do put me too.
Hub. Go ftand within : let me alone with him.
Exec. I am beft pleasM to be from fuch a deede.
Art. Alas, I then haue chid away my friend.
He hath a fterne looke, but a gentle heart:
Let him come backe, that his compaflion may
Giue life to yours.
Hub. Come (Boy ) prepare your felfe.
Art. Is there no remedied
Hub. None, but to lofe your eyes.
Art. O heauen: that there were but a moth in yours,
A graine, a duft,a gnat, a wandering haire.
Any annoyance in that precious fenfe ;
Then feeling what fmall things are boyfterous there,
Your vilde intent muft needs feeme horrible.
Hub. Is this your promife?Go too, hold your toong.
Art. Hubert y the vtterance of a brace of tongues,
Muft needes want pleading for a paire of eyes:
Let me not hold my tongue : let me not Hubert^
Or Hubert^ if you will cut out my tongue,
So I may keepe mine eyes. O fpare mine eyes.
Though to no vfe, but ftilJ to looke on you.
Loe, by my troth, the Inftrument is cold.
And would not harme me.
Hub. I can heate it. Boy.
Art. No, in good footh : the fire is dead with griefe.
Being create for comfort, to be vs'd
In vndeferued extreames : See elfe your felfe,
There is no malice in this burning cole,
The breath of heauen, hath blowne his fpirit out,
And ftrew'd repentant aihes on his head.
Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.
Art. And if you do, you will but make it blu/h.
And glow with Ihame of your proceedings, Hubert:
Nay, it perchance will fparkle in your eyes;
And, like a dogge that is compelPd to fight,
Snatch at his Mafter that doth tarre him on.
All things that you ihould vfe to do me wrong
Deny their office : oneJy you do lacke
That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends.
Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vfes.
Hub. Well, fee to Hue : 1 will not touch thine eye.
For all the Treafure that thine Vnckle owes,
Yet am I fworne, and I did purpofe. Boy,
With this fame very Iron, to burne them out.
Art, O now you looke like Hubert. All this while
You were difguisM.
Hub. Peace : no more. Adieu,
Your Vnckle muft not know but you are dead.
He fill thefe dogged Spies with falfe reports :
And, pretty chllde, fleepe doubtleífe, and fecure,
That Hubert for the wealth of all the world.
Will not offend thee.
Art. O heauen ! I thanke you Hubert.
Hub. Silence, no more ; go clofely in with mee,
Much danger do I vndergofor thee. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter lohn^ Eembroke^ Salisbury^ and other Lordes.
lohn. Heere once againe we fit : once againft crown'd
And look'd vpon, I hope, with chearefull eyes.
Pem.This once again (but that your Highnes pleas'd)
Was once fuperfluous : you were Crown'd before.
And that high Royalty was nere pluck'd off;
The faiths of men, nere ftained with reuolt ;
Frefli expeilation troubled not the Land
With any long'd-for-change, or better State.
Sal. Therefore, to be poffefs'd with double pompe.
To guard a Title, that was rich before ;
To gilde refined Gold, to paint the Lilly;
To throw a perfume on the Violet,
To fmooth the yce, or adde another hew
Vnto the Raine-bow; or with Taper-light
To feeke the beauteous eye of heauen to garniih.
Is wallefull,and ridiculous exceffe.
Pern. But that your Royall pleafure muft be done,
Thisafte, is as an ancient tale new told.
And, in the laft repeating, troublefome.
Being vrged at a time vnfeafonable.
Sal. In this the Anficke, and well noted face
Of plaine old forme, is much disfigured.
And like a fiiifted winde vnto a faile.
It makes the courfe of thoughts to fetch about.
Startles, and frights confideration ;
Makes found opinion ficke, and truth fufpefted.
For putting on fo new a faftiion'd robe.
Pern. When Workemen ftriue to do better then wel.
They do confound their skill in couetouineffe.
And oftentimes excufing of a feult.
Doth make the fault the worfe by th'excufe :
As patches fet vpon a little breach,
Difcredite more in hiding of the feult.
Then did the fault before it was fo patch'd.
Sal. To this effeft, before you were new crown'd
We breath'd our Councell : but it pleas'd your Highnes
To ouer-beare it, and we are all well pleas'd.
Since all, and euery part of what we would
Doth make a ftand, at what your Highneffe will.
lohn.
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lob. Some reafons of this double Corronation
I haue poíTeft you with, and thinke them llrong.
And more, more ftrong, then leifer is my feare
I ihall indue you with ; Meane time, but aske
What you would haue reformed, that is not well,
And well ihall you perceiue, how willingly
I will both heare, and grant you your requefts.
Pern, Then Í, as one that am the tongue of thefe
To found the purpofes of all their hearts.
Both for myfelfe,' and them : but chiefe of all
Your fafety : for the which, my felfe and them
Bend their beft ftudies, heartily requeft
Th'infranchifement of tArthury whofe reftraint
Doth moue the murmuring lips of difcontent
To breake into this dangerous argument.
If what in reft you haue, in right you hold,
Why then your feares, which (as they fay) attend
The fteppesof wrong, ihould moue you to mew vp
Your tender kinfman, and to choake his dayes
With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth
The rich aduantage of good exercife,
That the times enemies may not haue this
To grace occahons : let it be our fuite.
That you haue bid vs aske his libercie.
Which for our goods, we do no further aske.
Then, whereupon ourweale on you depending,
Counts it your weale : he haue his liberty.
Enter Hubert,
lobn.^ Let it be fo : I do commit his youth
To your direÄion ; Hubert^ what newes with you?
Pern. This is the man ihould do the bloody deed î
He IhewM his warrant to a friend of mine,
The image of a wicked heynous fault
Liues in his eye : that clofe afpe^ of his.
Do ihew the mood of a much troubled breft.
And 1 do fearefully beleeue 'tis done.
What we fo fear'd he had a charge to do.
Sal. The colour of the King doth come, and go
Betweene his purpofe and his confcience.
Like Heralds'twixt two dreadfull battailes fet:
His pafsion is fo ripe, it needs muft breake.
Pem. And when it breakes, 1 feare will iifue thence
The foule corruption of a fweet childes death.
John. We cannot hold mortalities ftrong hand.
Good Lords, although my will to giue, is liuing,
The fuite which you demand is gone, and dead.
He tels vs Arthur is deceas'd to night.
Sal. Indeed we fear'd his ficknefie was paft cure.
Pem. Indeed we heard how neere his death he was,
Before the childe himfelfe felt he was ficke :
This muft be anfwer'd either heere, or hence.
Job. Why do you bend fuch folemne browes on me?
Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of deftiny ?
Haue I commandement on the pulfe of life ?
Sal. It is apparant foule-play, and'tis ihame
That GreatneiTe ihould fo groíTely offer itj
So thriue it in your game, and fo farewell.
Pem. Stay yet (Lord Salisbury) He go with thee.
And finde th'inheritance of this poore childe.
His little kingdome of a forced graue.
That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this He,
Three foot of it doth hold} bad world the while:
This muft not be thus borne, this will breake out
To all our forrowes,and ere long I doubt. Exeunt
Jo. They burn in indignation : I repent : Enter MeJ.
There is no fure foundation fee on blood :
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No certaine life atchieu'd by others death :
A fearefull eye thou haft. Where is that blood,
That I haue feene inhabite in thofe cheekesi
So foule a skie, cleeres not without a ftorme,
Poure downe thy weather : how goes all in France?
MeJ. From France to England, neuer fuch a powre
For any forraigne preparation.
Was leuied in the body of a land.
The Copie of your fpeede is learn'd by them:
For when you ihould be told they do prepare.
The tydings comes, that they are all arriu'd.
lob. Oh where hath our Intelligence bin drunke ?
Where hath it ilept ? Where is my Mothers care ?
That fuch an Army could be drawne in France,
And ftie not heare of it?
cMeJ. My Liege, her eare
Is ftopt with duft : the firft of Aprill di'de
Your noble mother} and as I heare, my Lord,
The Lady Confiance in a frenzie di'de
Three dayes before : but this from Rumors tongue
I idely heard : if true, or falfe I know not.
John. Wich-hold thy fpeed, dreadfull Occafion :
0 make a league with me, 'till I haue pleas'd
My difcontented Peeres. What? Mother dead ?
How wildely then walkes my Eftate in France?
Vnder whofe condudi came thofe powres of France,
That thou for truth giu'ft out are landed heere ?
MeJ. Vnder the Dolphin.
Enter 'ñafiará and Peter of Pomfret.
lob. Thou haft made me giddy
With thefe ill tydings : Now ? What fayes the world
To your proceedings? Do not feeke to ftuffe
My head with more ill newes : for it is full.
"^afi. But if you be a-feard to heare the worft,
Then let the worft vn-heard, fall on your head.
John. Beare with me Cofen, for I was amaz'd
Vnder the tide } but now I breath againe
Aloft the fiood,and can giue audience
To any tongue, fpeake it of what it will.
'^aft. How I haue fped among the Clergy men.
The fummes I haue colleiled ihall expreffe :
But as I trauail'd hither through the land,
1 finde the people ftrangely fantafied,
Poffeft with rumors, full of idle dreames,
Not knowing what they feare, but full of feare.
And here's a Prophet that I brought with me
From forth the ftreets of Pomfret, whom I found
With many hundreds treading on his heeles:
To whom he fung in rude harih founding rimes.
That ere the next Afcenfion day at noone.
Your Highnes ihould deliuer vp your Crowne.
John. Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didft thou fo?
Pet. Fore-knowing that the truth will fall out fo.
John. Hubert y away with him ; imprifon him,
And on that day at noone, whereon he fayes
I ihall yeeld vp my Crowne, let him be hang'd.
Deliuer him to fafety, and returne.
For I muft vfe thee. O my gentle Cofen,
Hear'ft thou the newes abroad, who are arriu'd?
Bafi.The French (my Lord) mens mouths are fill of it:
Befides I met Lord Bigotyand Lord Salüburie
With eyes as red as new enkindled fire.
And others more, going to feeke the graue
Oi Arthur y whom they fay is kill'd to night, on your
John. Gentle kinfman,go (fuggeftion.
And thruft thy felfe into their Companies,
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I haue a way to winne their loues againe :
Bring them before me.
^aji, 1 will feeke them out.
lohn. Nay, but make hafte : the better foote before.
O, let me haue no fubiedt enemies,
When aduerfe Forreyners affright my Townes
With dreadftill pompe of ftout inuafion.
Be Mercuric, fet feathers to thy heeles,
And ftye (like thought) from them, to me againe.
Baß» The fpirit of the time lhall teach me fpeed.£x/V
lohn. Spoke like a fprightfull Noble Gentleman.
Go after him : for he perhaps ihall neede
Some Meflenger betwixt me, and the Peeres,
And be thou hee.
Mej\ With all my heart, my Liege.
lohn. My mother dead ?
Enter Hubert.
Hub. My Lord, they fay fiue Moones were feene to
Foure ftxed, and the ftft did whirle about (night:
The other foure, in wondrous motion.
loh. Fiue Moones ?
Hub. Old men, and Beldames,in the ftreets
Do prophefie vpon it dangeroully :
Yor\% Arthurs death is common in their mouths.
And when they talke of him, they lhake their heads.
And whifper one another in the eare.
And he that fpeakes, doth gripe the hearers wrift,
Whilft he that heares, makes fearefull action
With wrinkled browes, with nods, with rolling eyes.
I faw a Smith ftand with his hammer (thus)
The whilft his Iron did on the Anuile coole,
With open mouth fwallowing a Taylors newes,
Who with his Sheeres, and Meafure in his hand,
Standing on ftippers, which his nimble hafte
Had falfely thruft vpon contrary feete,
Told of a many thoufand warlike French,
That were embattailed, and rank*d in Kent.
Another leane, vnwaftiM Artificer,
Cuts off his tale, and taikes of Arthurs death.
Jö.Why feek'ft thou to poffeffe me with thefe fearesf
Why vrgeft thou fo oft yong Arthurs death ?
Thy hand hath murdred him : I had a mighty caufe
To wiih him dead, but thou hadft none to kill him.
H.No had (my Lord?)why,did you not prouoke me?
lohn. It is the curfe of Kings, to be attended
By ftaues, that take their humors for a warrant,
To breake within the bloody houfe of life,
And on the winking of Authoritie
To vnderftand a Law; to know the meaning
Of dangerous Maiefty, when perchance it frownes
More vpon humor, then aduis'd refpe<ft.
Hub.Httrt is your hand and Scale for what I did.
loh. Oh, when the laft accompt twixt heauen & earth
Is to be made, then ihall this hand and Scale
Witneffe againft vs to damnation.
How oft the fight of meanes to do ill deeds.
Make deeds ill done? Had^ft not thou beene by,
A fellow by the hand of Nature mark'd,
Quoted, and fign'd to do a deede of ihame,
This murther had not come into my minde.
But taking note of thy abhorr'd Afpedl,
Finding thee fit for bloody villanie :
Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death :
And thou, to be endeered to a King,
Made it no confcience to deftroy a Prince.
Hub. My Lord.
Jo/b.Had'ft thou but ihooke thy head, or made a paufe
When I fpake darkely, what I purpoied:
Or turnM an eye of doubt vpon my face ;
As bid me tell my tale in expreffe words :
Deepe ihame had ftruck me dumbe,made me break off.
And thofe thy feares, might haue wrought feares in me.
But, thou didft vnderftand me by my lignes,
And didft in fignes againe parley with finne.
Yea, without ftop, didft let thy heart confent.
And confequently, thy rude hand to a¿le
The deed, which both our tongues held vilde to name.
Out of my fight, and neuer fee me more :
My Nobles leaue me, and my State is braued,
Euen at my gates, udth rankes of forraigne powres;
Nay, in the body of this fleihly Land,
This kingdome, this Confine of blood, and breathe
Hoftilitie, and ciuill tumult reignes
Betweene my confcience, and my Cofins death.
Hub. Arme you againft your other enemies :
lie make a peace betweene your foule, and you.
Yong Arthur is aliue: This hand of mine
Isyet a maiden, and an innocent hand.
Not painted with the Crimfon fpots of blood.
Within this bofome, neuer entred yet
The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought,
And you haue flander*d Nature in my forme.
Which howfoeuer rude exteriorly.
Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde.
Then to be butcher of an innocent childe.
lohn. Doth Arthur liue ? O haft thee to the Peeres,
Throw this report on their incenfad rage.
And make them tame to their obedience.
Forgiue the Comment that my paffion made
Vpon thy feature, for my rage was blinde.
And foule immaginarie eyes of blood
Prefented thee more hideous then thou art.
Oh, anfwer not ; but to my Cloffet bring
The angry Lords, with all expedient haft,
I coniure thee but flowly : run more faft. Exeunt.
Sc cena Tertia,
Enter Arthur on the xealles.
Ar. The Wall is high, and yet will I leape downe.
Good ground be pittifull, and hurt me not :
There's few or none do know me, if they did,
This Ship-boyes femblance hath difguis'd me quite.
I am afraide, and yet lie venture it.
If I get downe, and do not breake my limbes,
lie finde a thoufand ihifts to get away ;
As good to dye, and go ; as dye, and ftay.
Oh me, my Vnckles fpirit is in thefe ftones,
Heauen take my foule, and England keep my bones. DUi
Enter Pembrol^^Saîùbury^&'BigQt.
Sai» Lords, I will meet him at S. Edmondsbury ^
It is our fafetie, and we muft embrace
This gentle offer of the perillous time.
Pern. Who brought that Letter from the Cardinall ?
Sal. The Count Meloone^ a Noble Lord ofFrance,
Whofe priuate with me of the Dolphines loue.
Is much more general], then thefe lines import.
Big»
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The life and death of J^ing John.
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£ig. To morrow morning let vs meete him then.
Sah. Or rather then fet forward, for 'twill be
Two long dayes iourney (Lords)or ere we meete.
Enter ^aflard*
'Eaß.Onct more to day well met, diftemper'd Lords,
The King by me requefts your prefence ftraight.
Sal, The king hath difpofleft himfelfe of vs,
We will not lyne his thin-beftained cloake
With our pure Honors : nor attend the foote
That leaues the print of blood where ere it walkcs.
Keturne,and tell him fo ;we know the werft.
^aß. What ere you thinke,good words I thinke
were beft.
Sal. Our greefes, and not our manners reafon now.
Baß. But there is little reafon in your greefe.
Therefore 'twere rçafon you had manners now.
Pern. Sir, fir, impatience hath his priuiledge.
^aß. 'Tis true, to hurt his mafter, no mans elfe.
Sal. This is the prifon : What is he lyes heere ?
P.Oh death, made proud with pure & princely beuty,
The earth had not a hole to hide this deede.
Sal, Murther, as hating what himfelfe hath done.
Doth lay it open to vrge on reuenge.
Big. Or when he doom'd this Beautie to a graue.
Found it too precious Princely, for a graue.
Sal. Sir Richard, what thinke you? you haue beheld.
Or haue you read, or heard, or could you thinke ?
Or do you almoft thinke, although you fee.
That you do fee ? Could thought, without this obieil
Forme fuch another ? This is the very top,
The heighth, the Creft : or Creft vnto the Creft
Of murthers Armes: This is the bloodieft lhame,
The wildeft Sauagery, the vildeft ftroke
That euer wall-ey'd wrath, or ftaring rage
Prefented to the teares of foft remorfe.
Pem. All murthers paft, do ftand excus'd in this :
And this fo fole, and fo vnmatcheable,
Shall giue a holineíTe, a puritie.
To the yet vnbegotten iinne of tlmes^
And proue a deadly blood-ihed, but a ieft,
Exampled by this heynous fpeflacle.
'Baß. It is a damned, and a bloody worke.
The gracelefle aflion of a heauy hand.
If that it be the worke of any hand.
Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand }
We had a kinde of light, what would enfue:
It is the ftiamefull worke of Huberts hand.
The pradlice, and the purpofe of the king ;
From whofe obedience I forbid my foule.
Kneeling before this mine of fweete life,
And breathing to his breathleíTe Excellence
The Incenfe of a Vow,a holy Vow:
Neuer to tafte the plealures of the world.
Neuer to beinfedled with delight,
Nor conuerfant with Eafe,and IdleneiTe,
Till I haue fet a glory to this hand,
By giuing it the worihip of Reuenge.
Pem.Big. Our foules religiouíly confirme thy words.
Enter Hubert.
Hub. Lords, I am hot with hafte, in feeking you,
Arthur doth liue, the king hath fent for you.
Sal. Oh he is bold, and bluihes not at death,
Auant thou hatefull villain,get thee gone. (the Law ?
Hu. 1 am no villaine. Sal. Muft I rob
Baß. Your fword is bright fir, put it vp againc.
Sal. Not till I fheath it in a murtherers skin.
Hub. Stand backe Lord Salsbury, ftand backe I fay
By heauen, I thinke my fword's as iharpe as yours..
I would not haue you (Lord) forget your felfe,
Nor tempt the danger of my true defence}
Leaft I, by marking of your rage, forget
your Worth, your Greatnefte, and Nobility.
Big. Out dunghill : dar'ft thou braue a Nobleman ?
Hub. Not for my life : But yet I dare defend
My innocent life againft an Emperor,
Sal. Thou art a Murtherer.
Hub. Do not proue me fo :
Yet I am none. Whofe tongue fo ere fpeakes falfe.
Not truely fpeakes : who fpeakes not truly,Lies.
Pem. Cut him to peeces.
Baß. Keepe the peace, I fay.
Sal. Stand by,or I ftiall gaul you Faulconbridge.
Baß. Thou wer't better gaul the diuell Salsbury.
If thou but frowne on me,or ftirre thy foote,
Or teach thy haftie fpleene to do me ftiame,
lie ftrike thee dead. Put vp thy fword betime.
Or He fo maule you, and your tofting-Iron,
That you ihall thinke the diuell is come from hell.
Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Eaulconbridgel
Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer.^
Hnb. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Big. Who kill'd this Prince ?
Hub. 'Tis not an houre fince I left him well :
I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe
My date of life out, for his fweete liues loÍTe.
Sal. Truft not thofe cunning waters of his eyes,
For villanie is not without fuch rheume.
And he, long traded in it, makes it feeme
Like Riuers of remorfe and innocencie.
Away with me, all you whofe foules abhorre
Th'vncleanly fauours of a Slaughter-houfe,
For I am ftifled with this fmell of iinne.
Big. Away, toward Burie,to the Dolphin there.
P.There tel the king, he may inquire vs out.Ex.Lords.
Here's a good world :knew you of this faire work?
Beyond the infinite and boundlefle reach of mercie,
(If thou didft this deed of death) art y damn'd Hubert.
Hub Do but heare me fir.
Baß. Ha? lie tell thee what.
Thou'rt damn'd as blacke, nay nothing is fo blacke.
Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer :
There is not yet fo vgly a fiend of hell
As thou ihalt be, if thou didft kill this childe.
Hub. Vpon my foule.
Baß. If thou didft but confent
To this moft cruell Ail ; do but difpaire,
And if thou want'ft a Cord, the fmalleft thred
That euer Spider twifted from her wombe
Will ferue to ftrangle thee : A rulh will be a beame
To hang thee on. Or wouldft thou drowne thy felfe,
Put but a little water in a fpoone,
And it ihall be as all the Ocean,
Enough to ftifle fuch a villaine vp.
I do fufpeil thee very greeuoufty.
Hub. If I in ail, confent, or finne of thought.
Be guiltie of the ftealing that fweete breath
Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Let hell want paines enough to torture me :
I left him well.
Baß. Go,beare him in thine armes:
I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loofe my way
Among the thornes,and dangers of this world.
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• 18 The life and death of iKijng John.
How eafie doft thou take all England vp ,
From forth this morcell of dead Royaltie ?
The life, the right, and truth of all this Realme
Is fled to heauen : and England now is left
To tug and fcamble, and to part by th'teeth
The vn-owed intereft of proud fwelling State :
Now for the bare-pickt bone of Maiefty,
Doth dogged warre briftle his angry creft.
And fnarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :
Now Powers from home, and difcontents at home
Meet in one line : and vail confofion waites
As doth a Rauen on a ficke-felne bead,
The iminent decay of wrefted pompe.
Now happy he, whofe cloake and center can
Hold out this tempeft. Beare away that childe.
And follow me with fpeed ; He to the King:
A thoufand bufinefles are briefe in hand ,
And heauen it felfe doth frowne vpon the Land. Exit.
Baß, They found him dead, and caft into the ftreets.
An empty Casket, where the lewell of life
By fome damn'd hand was rob'd,and tane away.
John, That villaine Hubert told me he did liue.
Baß. So on my foule he did, for ought he knew ;
But wherefore doe you droope ? why looke you fad ?
Be great in adt, as you haue beene in thought :
Let not the world fee feare and fad diftruft
Gouerne the motion of a kinglye eye :
Be fiirringas the time, be fire with fire,
Threaten the threatner,and out-fece the brow
Of bragging horror : So fliall inferior eyes
That borrow their behauiours from the great.
Grow great by your example, and put on
The dauntleíTe fpirlt of refolurion.
Away, and glifier like the god of warre
When he intendelh to become the field :
Shew boldnefle and afplring confidence:
What, ihall they feeke the Lion in his denne.
And fright him there?and make him tremble there?
Oh let it not be laid : forrage,and runne
To meet difpleafure farther from the dores,
And grapple with him ere he come fo nye.
lobn. The Legat of the Pope hath beene with mee.
And I haue made a happy peace with him,
And he hath promis'd to difmifle the Powers
Led by the Dolphin.
Baß. Oh inglorious league :
Shall we vpon the footing of our land,
Send fayre-play-orders,and make comprimife,
Infinuation, parley,and bafe truce
To Armes Inuafiue? Shall a beardlefle boy,
A cockred-filken wanton braue our fields,
And flelh his fpirit in a M^rre-like foyle,
Mocking the ayrewith colours idlely fpred.
And finde no checke ? Let vs my Liege to Armes :
Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace ;
Or if he doe, let it at leaft be faid
Tliey faw we had a purpofe of defence.
lohn. Haue thou the ordering of this prefent time.
Baß. Away then with good courage : yet I know
Our Partie may well meet a prowder foe. Exeunt.
nASlus Quartus, Sccena prima.
Enter King lohn and Fandolpb^ attendants,
K.Iobn. Thus haue I yeelded vp into your hand
The Circle of my glory.
Pan, Take againe
From this my hand,as holding of the Pope
Your Soueraigne greatnefle and authoritie.
lobn. Now keep your holy word, go meet the French^
And from his holineíTe vfe all your power
To ftop their marches'fore we are enfiam'd :
Our difcontented Counties doe reuolt:
Our people quarrell with obedience,
Swearing Allegiance, and the loue of foule
To ftranger-bloud, to forren Royalty;
This inundation of miftempred humor ,
Refts by you onely to be qualified.
Then paufe not : for the prefent time's fo ficke,
That prefent medcine muft be miniftred ,
Or ouerthrow incureable enfues.
Fand, It was my breath that blew this Tempeft vp,
Vpon your ftubborne vfage of the Pope:
But fince you are a gentle conuertite.
My tong:ue fiiall huih againe this ftorme of warre,
And make faire weather in your bluftring land :
On this Afcention day, remember well,
Vpon your oath of feruice to the Pope,
Goe I to make the French laydowne their Armes. Sxit,
lohn. Is this Afcenfion dayi did not the Prophet
Say, that before Afcenfion day at noone,
My Crowne I ihould giue off? euen fo I haue :
I did fuppofe it ihould be on confirai nt,
But(heau'n be thank'd) it is but voluntary.
Enter ^aßard.
Baß. All Kent hath yeelded : nothing there holds out
But Douer Cafile : London hath receiu'd
Like a kinde Hoft, the Dolphin and his powers.
Your Nobles will not heare you,but are gone
To offer feruice to your enemy :
And wilde amazement hurries vp and downe
The little number of your doubtful! friends.
hbn. Would not my Lords returne to me againe
After they heard yong tArtbury/zs aliue ?
Sccena Secunda.
Enter [in Armes) Dolphin, Salisbury, e^eloone, Pem—
brokf. Bigot, Souldiers.
Dol. My Lord Melloone,\ti this be coppled out,
And keepe it fafe for our remembrance :
Returne the prefident to thefe Lords againe.
That hauing our faire order written downe.
Both they and we, perufing ore thefe notes
May know wherefore we tooke the Sacrament,
And keepe our fàithes firme and inuiolable.
Sal. Vpon our fides it neuer ihall be broken.
And Noble Dolphin, albeit we fweare
A voluntary zeale, and an vn-urg'd Faith
To your proceedings : yet beleeue me Prince,
I am not glad that fuch a fore of Time
Should feeke a plafter by contemn'd reuolt.
And heale the inueterate Canker of one wound,
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The life and death of^ngjohn. 19
By making many : Oh it grieues my foule ,
That I muft draw this mettle from my fide
To be a widdow-maker ; oh, and there
Where honourable refcue, and defence
Cries out vpon the name of Salühury.
But fuch is the infeâion of the time ,
That for the health and Pbyficke of our right,
We cannot deale but with the very hand
Of fterne Iniuftlce,and confufed wrong :
And is't not pitty, (oh my grieued friends)
That we, the fonnes and children of this Ifle,
Was borne to fee fo fad an houre as this.
Wherein we ftep after a ftranger, march
Vpon her gentle bofom, and fill vp
Her Enemies rankes ? I muft withdraw, and weepe
Vpon the fpotof this inforced caufe.
To grace the Gentry of a Land remote.
And follow vnacquainted colours heere :
What heere ? O Nation that thou couldft remoue.
That Neptunes Armes who clippeth thee about.
Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy felfe.
And cripple thee vnto a Pagan Ihore,
Where thefe two Chriftian Armies might combine
The bloud of malice, in a vaine of league.
And not to fpend it fo vn-neighbourly.
Dolph. A noble temper doft thou Ihew in this.
And great affeftions wraftling in thy bofome
Doth make an earth-quake of Nobility :
Oh, what a noble combat haft fought
Between compulfion,and a braue refpefl :
Let me wipe off" this honourable dewe ,
That filuerly doth progrefle on thy cheekes :
My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares,
Being an ordinary Inundation ;
But this effufion of fuch manly drops.
This Ihowre, blowne vp by tempeft of the foule.
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Then had I feene the vaultie top of heauen
Figur'd quite ore wirh burning Meteors.
Lift vp thy brow (renowned Saliihurie)
And with a great heart heaue away this ftorme:
Commend thefe waters to thofe baby-eyes
That neuer faw the giant-world enrag'd ,
Nor met with Fortune, other then at feafts,
Full warm of blood, of mirth, of goflipping :
Come, come ; for thou ffialt thruft thy hand as deepe
Into the purfe of rich profperity
As Lmii himfelfe ; fo (Nobles) ihall you all.
That knit your finewes to the ftrength of mine.
Enter Pandulpbo,
And euen there, methinkes an Angelí fpake,
Looke where the holy Legate comes apace.
To glue vs warrant from the hand of heauen.
And on our aflions fet the name of right
With holy breath.
Pand. Halle noble Prince of France :
The next is this ; King lobn hath reconcil'd
Himfelfe to Rome, his fpirit is come in,
That fo ftood out againft the holy Church,
The great Metropolis and Sea of Rome :
Therefore thy threatning Colours now winde vp ,
And tame the fauage fpirit of wilde warre.
That like a Lion foftered vp at hand.
It may lie gently at the foot of peace.
And be no further harmefull then in Ihewe.
Dol. "Vour Grace lhall pardon me, I will not backe :
I am too high-borne to be propertied
To be a fecondary at controll.
Or vfefull feruing-man, and Inftrument
To any Soueraigne State throughout the world.
Your breath firft kindled the dead coale of warres,
Betweene this chaftiz'd kingdome and my felfe.
And brought in matter that Ihould feed this fire ;
And now 'tis farre too huge to be blowne out
With that fame weake winde, which enkindled it :
You taught me how to know the face of right.
Acquainted me with intereft to this Land ,
Yea, thruft this enterprize into my heart.
And come ye now to tell me lohn hath made
His peace with Rome i what is that peace to med
I (by the honour of my marriage bed )
After yong Arthur, claime this Land for mine ,
And now it is hälfe conquer'd, muft I backe,
Becaufe that lohn hath made his peace with R^ome ?
Am I Romes /laue.' What penny hath Rome borne?
What men prouided .'What munition fent
To vnder-prop this Adlion .'Is't not I
That vnder-goe this charge? Who elfe but I,
And fuch as to my claime are liable.
Sweat in this bufinelfe,and maintaine this warred
Haue I not heard thefe Iflanders Ihout out
Diue le Roy, as I haue bank'd their Townes?
Haue I not heere the beft Cards for the game
To winne this eafie match, plaid for a Crowne ?
And ftiall I now giue ore the yeelded Set?
No, no, on my foule it neuer /hall be faid.
Pand. You looke but on the out-fide of this worke.
Dol. Out-fide or in-fide, I will not returne
Till my attempt fo much be glorified,
As to my ample hope was promifed ,
Before I drew this gallant head of warre ,
And cull'd thefe fiery fpirits from the world
To out-looke Conqueft,and to winne renowne
Euen in the iawes of danger, and of death :
What lufty Trumpet thus doth fummon vs.?
Enter 'Baßard.
'Baß. According to the faire-play of the world.
Let me haue audience : I am lent to fpeake :
My holy Lord ofMillane, from the King
I come to learne how you haue dealt for him :
And, as you anfwer, I doe know the fcope
And warrant limited vnto my tongue.
Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull oppofite
And will not temporize with my intreaties :
He flatly faies, heell not lay downe his Armes.
'Baß. By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd.
The youth faies well. Now heare our Englißi King,
For thus his Royaltie doth fpeake in me :
He is prepared, and reafon to he Ihould,
This apiih and vnmannerly approach,
This harnefs'd Maske, and vnaduifed Reuell,
This vn-heard fawcinell'e and boyiih Troopes,
The King doth fmile at,and is well prepar'd
To whip this dwarfiih warre, this Pigmy Armes
From out the circle ofhis Territories.
That hand which had the ftrength, euen at your dore,
To cudgell you, and make you take the hatch,
To diue like Buckets in concealed Welles,
To crowch in litter of your ftable plankes.
To lye like pawnes, locked vp in chefts and truncks.
To hug with fwine, to feeke fweet fafety out
In vaults and prifons, and to thrill and ihake,
£uen
2 o The Ufe and death ofFfngjohn.
Euen at the crying of your Nations crow,
Thinking this voyce an armed Engliihman.
Shall that viftorious hand be feebled heere.
That in your Chambers gaue you chafticement?
No : know the gallant Monarch is in Armes,
And like an Eagle, o're his ayerie towres.
To fowfle annoyance that comes neere his Neft ;
And you degenerate, you ingrate Reuolts,
you bloudy Nero's, ripping vp the wombe
Of your deere Mother-England: blulh for lhame:
For your owne Ladies, and pale-vifag'd Maides,
Like Amazons, come tripping after drummes :
Their thimbles into armed Gantlets change.
Their Needl's to Lances, and their gentle hearts
To fierce and bloody inclination.
"Dol. There end thy braue, and turn thy face in peace.
We grant thou canft out-fcold vs : Far thee well.
We hold our time too precious to be fpent
With fuch a brabler.
Pan, Giue me leaue to fpeake.
Baß. No, I will fpeake.
Dot, We will attend to neyther:
Strike vp the drummes, and let the tongue of warre
Pleade for our intereft, and our being heere.
Baß. Indeede your drums being beaten, wil cry out ;
And fo lhall you, being beaten ; Do but ftart
An eccho with the clamor of thy drumme.
And euen at hand, a drumme is readie brac'd,
That lhall reuerberate all, as lowd as chine.
Sound but another, and another lhall
(As lowd as thine) rattle the Welkins eare.
And mocke the deepe mouth'd Thunder : for at hand
(Not trufting to this halting Legate heere.
Whom he hath vs'd rather for fport, thep neede)
Is warlike lohn : and in his fore-head fits
A bare-rib'd death, whofe office is this day
To feaft vpon whole thoufands of the French.
Dol. Strike vp our drummes, to finde this danger out.
Baß. And thou lhalt finde it ('Dolphin) do not doubt
Exeunt.
S cana Tertia.
Alarums. Enter John and Hubert,
John. How goes the day with vs? oh tell me Hubert,
Hub. Badly I fearej how fares your Maielly ?
John, This Feauer that hath troubled me fo long,
Lyes heauie on me : oh, my heart is fícke.
Enter a dJHeJJenger.
MeJ. My Lord : your valiant kinfman Falconbridge^
Defires your Maleftie to leaue the field,
And fend him word by me, which way you go.
John, Tell him toward Srpinßedy to the Abbey there.
c^ej. Be of good comfort : for rhe great fupply
That was expefted by the Dolphin heere,
Are wrackM three nights ago on Goodrvin fands.
This newes was brought to Richard but euen now,
The French fight coldly,and retyre themfelues.
John. Aye me,this tyrant Feauer burnes mee vp,
And will not let me welcome this good newes.
Set on toward Smnßed : to my Litter ftraight,
Weakneife poifefleth me, and I am faint. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Enter Salühury, Temhrol^e, and Bigot.
Sal. I did not thinke the King fo ftor'd with friends.
Pern. Vp once againe : put fpirit in the French,
If they mifcarry : we mifcarry too.
Sal. That misbegotten diuell Falconbrtdge,
In fpight of fpight, alone vpholds the day.
Pern. They fay King lohn fore lick, hath left the field.
Enter Meloon wounded.
Mel. Lead me to the Reuolts of England heere.
Sal. When we were happie, we had other names.
Pem. It is the Count Meloone.
Sal. Wounded to death.
Mel. Fly Noble Englilh, you are bought and fold,
Vnthred the rude eye of Rebellion,
And welcome home againe difcarded faith,
Seeke out King lohn, and fall before his feete ;
For if the French be Lords of this loud day.
He meanes to recompence the paines you take.
By cutting off your heads: Thus hath he fworne.
And I with him, and many moe with mee,
Vpon the Altar at S. Sdmondshury,
Euen on that Altar, where we fwore to you
Deere Amity, and euerlafting loue.
Sal. May this be poflible? May this be true?
Mel. Haue I not hideous death within my view.
Retaining but a quantity of life,
Which bleeds away, euen as a forme of waxe
Refolueth from his figure 'gainft the fire ?
What in the world Ihould make me now deceiue.
Since I muft loofe the vfe of all deceite?
Why Ihould I then be falfe, fince it is true
That I muft dye heere, and liue hence, by Truth ?
I fay againe, if Lewù do win the day.
He is forfworne, if ere thofe eyes of yours
Behold another day breake in the Eaft :
But euen this night, whofe blacke contagious breach
Already fmoakes about the burning Creft
Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied Sunne,
Euen this ill night, your breathing lhall expire,
Paying the fine of rated Treachery,
Euen with a treacherous fine of all your Hues:
If Lewis, by your afsiftance win the day.
Commend me to one Hubert, with your King ;
The loue ofhimjand thisrefpeft befides
(For that my Grandfire was an Engliihmanj
Awakes my Confcience to confeffe all this.
In lieu whereof, I pray you beare me hence
From forth the noife and rumour of the Field;
Where I may thinke the remnant of my thoughts
In peace : and part this bodie and my foule
With contemplation, and deuout defires.
Sal. We do beleeue thee, and belhrew my foule.
But I do loue the fauour, and the forme
Of this moft faire occafion, by the which
We will vntread the fteps of damned flight,
And like a bated and retired Flood,
Leaning our rankneffe and irregular courfe,
Stoope lowe within thofe bounds we haue ore-look'd.
And calmely run on in obedience
Euen to our Ocean, to our great King lohn.
My arme lhall giue thee heipe to beare thee hence.
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The life and death of T^ng John. 21
For I do fee the cruell pangs of death
Right in thine eye. Away, my friends, new flight.
And happie newneflfe, that intends old right. Exeunt
Baß, Brcefe then : and what's the newes?
Hub. 0 my fweet fir, newes fitting to the night,
Blacke, fearefull, comfortleffe, and horrible.
'^aß. Shew me the very wound of this ill newes,
I am no woman. He not fwound at it.
Hub, The King I feare is poyfon'd by a Monke,
I left him almoft fpeechleffe, and broke out
To acquaint you with this euill,that you might
The better arme you to the fodaine time.
Then if you had at leifure knowne of this.
^aß. How did he take it ? Who did tafte to him ?
Hub. A Monke 1 tell you, a refolued vlllaine
Whofe Bowels fodainly burft out : The King
Yet fpeakes, and peraduenture may recouer.
Baß. Who didft thou leaue to tend his Maiefty ?
Hub. Why know you not^ The Lords are all come
backe.
And brought Prince Henry in their companie,
At whofe requeft the king hath pardon'd them,
And they are all about his Maieftie.
'Baß. With-hold thine indignation, mighty heauen.
And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power.
He tell thee Hubert, hälfe my power this night
Pafsing thefe Flats, are taken by the Tide,
Thefe Lincolne-Walhes haue deuoured them,
My felfe, well mounted, hardly haue efcap'd.
Away before : Conduct me to the king,
I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come. Exeunt
Seena Quinta.
Enter Dolphin, and hâ Traîne.
Do!. The 5un ofheauen(me thought)was loth to fet;
But ftaid,and made the Wefterne Welkin blulh,
When Englifh meafure backward their owne ground
In faint Retire : Oh brauely came we off,
When with a volley of our needleffe Ihot,
After fuch bloody toile, we bid good night.
And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp,
Laft in the field, and almoft Lords of it.
Enter a MeJJenger.
Mef. Where is my Prince, the Dolphin ?
Dot. Heere : what newes ?
Mef, The Count Meloone is ilaine: The Englilh Lords
By his perfwafion, are againe falne off.
And your fupply, which you haue wilh'd fo long.
Are call away, and funke on Goodwin fands.
Dol, Ah fowle, (hrew'd newes. Belhrew thy very
I did not thinke to be fo fad to night (hart ;
As this hath made me. Who was he that faid
King lohn did fiie an houre or two before
The Humbling night did part our wearie powres?
Mef, Who euer fpoke it, it is true my Lord.
Do/.Well : keepe good quarter,& good care to night.
The day lhall not be vp fo foone as I,
To try the faire aduenture of to morrow. Exeunt
Seena Séptima.
Enter Prince Henry, Salüburie, and Bigot.
Hen. It is too late, the life of all his blood
Is touch'd, corruptibly: and his pure braine
(Which fome fuppofe the foules fraile dwelling houfe)
Doth by the idle Comments that it makes.
Fore-tell the ending of mortality. •
Enter Pembro/^e,
Pent. His Highneffe yet doth fpeak, & holds beleefe.
That being brought into the open ayre.
It would allay the burning qualitie
Of that fell poifon which affayleth him.
Hen. Let him be brought into the Orchard heere :
Doth he ftill rage í
Pem, He is more patient
Then when you left him j euen now he fung.
Hen. Oh vanity of fickneffe: fierce extreames
In their continuance, will not feele themfelues.
Death hauing praide vpon the outward parts
Leaues them inuifible, and his feige is now
Againft the winde, the which he prickes and wounds
With many legions of ftrange fantafies.
Which in their throng, and preffe to that laft hold,
Counfound themfelues. 'Tis ftrange y death Ihold fing:
I am the Symet to this pale faint Swan,
Who chaunts a dolefull hymne to his owne death.
And from the organ-pipe of frailety fings
His foule and body to their lafting reft.
Sal. Be of good comfort (Prince) for you are borne
To fet a forme vpon that indigeft
Which he hath left fo ihapeleffe, and fo rude.
lohn brought in.
lohn. I marrie, now my foule hath elbow roome.
It
Seena Sexta.
Enter Baflard and Hubert^feuerally.
Hub. Whofe there í Speake hoa, fpeake quickely, or
I ihoote.
Baß^ A Friend. What art thou?
Hub, Of the part of England.
^aß. Whether doeft thou go ?
Hub, What's that to thee ?
Why may not I demand of thine affaires.
As well as thou of mine ?
^aß. Hubert, I thinke .
Hub. Thou haft a perfeft thought :
I will vpon all hazards well beleeue
Thou art my friend, that know'ft my tongue fo well :
Who art thou ?
Baß. Who thou wilt ; and if thou pleafe
Thou maift be-friend me fo much, as to thinke
I come one way of the Plantagenets,
Hub. Vnkinde remembrance : thou, & endles night,
Haue done me ihame : Braue Soldier, pardon me,
That any accent breaking from thy tongue,
Should fcape the true acquaintance of mine eare.
Baß, Come, come : fans complement. What newes
abroad ?
Hub, Why heere walke I, in the black brow of night
To finde you out.
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22 'The life and death of ITjng "John.
It would not out at windowes, nor at doores,
There is fo hot a fummer in my bofome,
That all my bowels crumble vp to duil :
I am a fcribled forme drawne with a pen
Vpon a Parchment, and againft this fire
Do I ihrinke vp.
Hen. How fares your Maiefty f
lob. Poyfon*d, ill fare : dead, forfooke, caft off,
And none of you will bid the winter come
To thruft hisycie fingers in my maw j
Nor let my kingdomes Riuers take their courfe
Through my burned bofome : nor intreat the North
To make his bleake windes kifle my parched lips,
And comfort me with cold. I do not aske you much,
I begge cold comfort : and you are fo ftraight
And fo ingratefull, you deny me that.
Hen. Oh that there were fome vertue in my teares.
That might releeue you.
lohn. The fait in them is hot.
Within me is a hell, and there the poyfon
Is, as a fiend, confinM to tyrannize.
On vnrepreeuable condemned blood.
Enter Cafard.
Baß. Oh, I am fcalded with my violent motion
And fpleene of fpeede, to fee your Maiefty.
lohn. Oh Cozen, thou art come to fet mine eye :
The tackle of my heart, is crackM and burnt.
And all the Ihrowds wherewith my life íhould faile.
Are turned to one thred, one little haire :
My heart hath one poore ftring to ftay it by.
Which holds but till thy newes be vttered,
And then all this thou feeft, is but a clod.
And module of confounded royalty.
Baß. The Dolphin is preparing hither-ward.
Where heauen he knowes how we lhall anfwer him.
For in a night the beft part of my powre,
As I vpon aduantage did remoue.
Were in the JVaßoes all vnwarily,
Deuoured by the vnexpefted flood.
Sal. You breath thefe dead newes in as dead an eare
My Liege, my Lord : but now a King, now thus.
Hen. Euen fo muft I run on, and euen fo flop.
What furety of the world, what hope, what ftay,
When this was now a King, and now is clay ?
Baß. Art thou gone fo? I do but ftay behinde,
To do the office for thee, of reuenge,
And then my foule íhall waite on thee to heauen,
As it on earth hath bene thy feruant ftill.
Now, now you Starres, that moue in your right fpheres,
Where be your powres? Shew now your mended faiths.
And inftantly returne with me againe.
To pufh deftru£tion,and perpetuall lhame
Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land :
Straight let vs feeke, or ftraight we íhall be fought.
The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles.
Sal. It feemes you know not then fo much as we,
The Cardinall Pandulpb is within at reft,
Who hälfe an houre fince came from the Dolphin,
And brings from him fuch offers of our peace,
As we with honor and refpeéf may take.
With purpofe prefently to leaue this warre»
Baß. He will the rather do it, when he fees
Our lelues well finew'd to our defence.
Sal. Nay, ^tis in a manner done already,
For many carriages hee hath difpatch*d
To the fea fide, and put his caufe and quarrell
To the difpofing of the Cardinail,
With whom your felfe, my felfe, and other Lords,
If you thinke meete, this afternoone will poaft
To confummate this bufinefle happily.
Baß. Let it be fo, and you my noble Prince,
With other Princes that may beft be fpar'd.
Shall waite vpon your Fathers Funeral!.
Hen. At Worfter muft his bodie be interred.
For fo he wilPd it.
Baß. Thither lhall it then,
And happily may your fweet felfe put on
The lineall ftate, and glorie of the Land,
To whom with all fubmifsion on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithfull feruices
And true fubie£tion euerlaftingly.
Sal. And the like tender of our loue wee make
To reft without a fpot for euermore.
Hen. I haue a kinde foule,that would glue thankes,
And knowes not how to do it, but with teares.
Baß. Oh let vs pay the time : but needfull woe,
Since it hath beene before hand with our greefes.
This England neuer did, nor neuer lhall
Lye at the proud foote of a Conqueror,
But when it firft did helpe to wound it felfe.
Now, thefe her Princes are come home againe,
Come the three corners of the world in Armes,
And we íhall íhocke them : Naught íhall make vs rue.
If England to it felfe, do reft but true. Sxeunt.
23
XhelifeanddeathofKingRichard
the Second.
ASlus^rimus, Sccena '^rima.
Enter King Rlchardy lohn of Gaunt y rvitb other Nobles
and Attendants»
King Richard.
. Ld lohn of Qaunt y time-honoured Lancafter,
Haft thou according to thy oath and band
Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold fon :
Heere to make good ® boiftrous late appeale,
Which then our leyfure would not let vs heare,
Againft the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mo-wbray}
Gaunt. I haue my Liege.
King. Tell me moreouer, haft thou founded him,
If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily as a good fubieft ihould
On fome knowne ground of treacherie in him.
Gaunt. As neere as I could ftft him on that argument,
On fome apparant danger feene in him,
AymM at your HighnelTe, no inueterate malice.
Kin. Then call them to our prefence face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, our felues will heare
Th^accufer, and the accufed, freely fpeakej
High ftomackd are they both, and full of ire,
In rage, deafe as the fea^ haftie as fire.
Enter 'EullingbrooXe and Mowbray.
'EuL Many yeares of happy dayes befall
My gracious Soueraigne, my moft louing Liege.
Mow. Each day ftiil better others happineíTe,
Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,
Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.
King. We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs.
As well appeareth by the caufe you come.
Namely, to appeale each other of high treafon.
Coofin of Hereford, what doft thou obie^t
Againft the Duke of Norfolke,Tho»7¿rj Mowbray}
Bui. Firft, heauen be the record to my fpeech,
In the deuotion of a fubieâs loue,
Tendering the precious fafetie of my Prince,
And free from other misbegotten hate.
Come I appealant to rhis Princely prefence.
Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,
And marke my greeting well : for what I fpeake.
My body fhall make good vpon this earth,
Or my diuine foule anfwer it in heauen.
Thou art a Traitor, and a Mifcreant j
Too good to be fo, and too bad to liue,
Since the more faire and chriftall is the skie.
The vglier feeme the cloudes that in it flye :
Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,
With a foule Traitors name ftuffe I thy throte,
And wifh (fo pleafe my Soueraigne ) ere I mouc.
What my tong fpeaks,my right drawn fword may proue
Mow. Let not my cold words heere accufe my zeale;
'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt vs twaine :
The blood is hot that muft be cooPd for this.
Yet can I not of fuch tame patience boaft,
As to be hufht, and nought at all to fay.
Firft the faire reuerence of your Highnefle curbes mee.
From giuing reines and fpurres to my free fpeech,
Which elfe would poft, vntill it had returned
Thefe tearmes of treafon, doubly downe his throat.
Setting aftde his high bloods royalty.
And let him be no Kinfman to my Liege,
I do defle him, and I fpit at him,
Call him a flanderous Coward, and a Villaine .*
Which to maintaine, I would allow him oddes.
And meete him, were I tide to runne afoote,
Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where euer Englilhman dürft fet his foote.
Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,
By all my Dopes moft falfely doth he lie.
®i//.Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my gage,
Difclaiming heere the kindred of a King,
And lay afide my high bloods Royalty,
Which feare, not reuerence makes thee to except.
If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ftrength,
As to take vp mine Honors pawne, then ftoope.
By that, and all the rites of Knight-hood elfe,
Will I make good againft thee arme to arme,
What I haue fpoken, or thou canft deuife.
Mow. I take it vp, and by that fword I fweare,
Which gently laid my Knight-hood on my Ihoulder,
He anfwer thee in any faire degree,
Or Chiualrous defigne of knightly triall :
And when I mount, aliue may 1 not light,
If I be Traitor, or vniuftly fight.
King.yi\i2it doth our Cofin lay to Mowbraies charged
It muft be great that can inherite vs,
So much as of a thought of ill in him.
^«/.Looke what I faid,my life ihall proue it true.
That Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thoufand Nobles,
In
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24 he life and death of l^chard the Second.
In name of landings for your HighneiTe Soldiers,
The which he hath detained for lewd employments,
Like a falfe Traitor, and iniurious Villaine.
Befides I fay, and will in battaile proue,
Or heere, or elfewhere to the furtheft Verge
That euer was furueyM by Engli/h eye,
That all the Treaibns for theie eighteene yeeres
Complotted, and contriued in this Land,
Fetched from falfe ft^ovpbray their firft head and fpring.
Further I fay, and further will maintaine
Vpon his bad life, to make all this good.
That he did plot the Duke of GJoufters death,
Suggeft his foone beleeuing aduerfaries.
And confequently, like a Traitor Coward,
Sluc'd out his innocent foule through ilreames of blood :
Which blood, like facriiîcing Abels cries,
(Euen from the toonglelTe cauernes of the earth)
To me for iuftice, and rough chafticement ;
And by the glorious worth of my difcent,
This arme íhall do it, or this life be fpent.
King. How high a pitch his refolution foares ;
nomas of Norfolke, what fayeft thou to this.^
Mote. Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face,
And bid his eares a little while be deafe.
Till I haue told this llander of his blood.
How God, and good men, hate fo foule a lyar.
King. Motebrayy impartiall are our eyes and eares,
Were he my brother, nay our kingdomes heyre,
As he is but my fathers brothers fonne ;
Now by my Scepters awe, I make a vow.
Such neighbour-neereneíTe to our facred blood,
Should nothing priuiledge him, nor partialize
The vn-ftooping firmeneíTe of my vpright foule.
He is our {\i\At^(^Mo-wbray) fo art thou,
Free fpeech, and feareleíTe, I to thee allow.
Mote. Then ^uUingbrool^ey as low as to thy heart,
Through the falfe paifage of thy throatj thoulyeft:
Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice,
Disburft I to his HighneiTe fouldiers j
The other part referuM I by confent,
For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt,
Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt,
Since laft I went to France to fetch his Queene :
Now fwallow downe that Lye. For Glouilers death,
I flew him not} but (to mine owne difgrace)
Negleéted my fworne duty in that cafe :
For you my noble Lord of Lancaßer^
The honourable Father to my foe,
Once I did lay an ambufli for your life,
A trefpalTe that doth vex my greeued foule :
But ere I laft receiu'd the Sacrament,
I did confeife it, and exailly beggM
Your Graces pardon,and I hope I had it.
This is my fault : as for the reft appeal'd.
It iflues from the rancour ofa Villaine,
A recreant, and moft degenerate Traitor,
Which in my felfe I boldly will defend.
And interchangeably hurle downe my gage
Vpon this ouer-weening Traitors foote.
To proue my felfe a loyall Gentleman,
Euen in the beft blood chambered in his bofome.
In haft whereof, moft heartily I pray
Your HighneiTe to aflfigne our Triall day.
King. Wrath-kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me :
Let*s purge this choller without letting blood:
This we prefcribe, though no Phyfition,
Deepe malice makes too deepe inciflon.
Forget, forgiue, conclude, and be agreed.
Our Dodlors fay. This is no time to bleed.
Good Vnckle, let this end where it begun,
Wee*l calme the Duke of Norfolke} you, your fon.
Gaunt. To be a make^peace Ihall become my age,
Throw downe (my fonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.
King. And Norfolke, throw downe his.
Gaunt. When Harrie when? Obedience bids.
Obedience bids I Ihould not bid agen.
King. Norfolke, throw downe, we bidde} there is
no boote.
Mote.My felfe I throw( dread Soueralgne)at thy foot.
My life thou flialt command, but not my lhame.
The one my dutie owes, but my faire name
Defpight of death, that liues vpon my graue
To darke dilhonours vfe, thou flialt not haue.
I am difgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffeTd heere,
PiercM to the foule with flanders venom'd fpeare :
The which no balme can cure, but his heart blood
Which breath'd this poyfon.
King. Rage muft be withftood :
Giue me his gage : Lyons make Leopards tame.
Afo.Yea, but not change his fpots:take but my lhame,
And I refigne my gage. My deere, deere Lord,
The pureft treafure mortall times afford
Is fpotlefle reputation : that away.
Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay.
A lewell in a ten times barr'd vp Cheft,
Is a bold fpirit, in a loyall breft.
Mine Honor is my life} both grow in one :
Take Honor from me, and my life is done.
Then ( deere my Liege) mine Honor let me trie,
In that 1 Hue ; and for that will I die.
King. Coolin, throw downe your gage,
Do you begin.
^ul. Oh heauen defend my foule from fuch foule fin.
Shall 1 feeme Creft-falne in my fathers fight.
Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my hight
Before this out-dar'd daftard ? Ere my toong,
Shall wound mine honor with fuch feeble wrong}
Or found fo bafe a parle : my teeth fliall teare
The flauifli motiue of recanting feare.
And fpit it bleeding in his high difgrace,
Where fliame doth harbour, euen in ^Motebrayes face.
Exit Gaunt.
King. We were not borne to fue, but to command.
Which fince we cannot do to make you friends,
Be readie, (as your liues fliall anfwer it)
At Couentree, vpon S. Lamberts day :
There fliall your fwords and Lances arbitrate
The fwelling difference of your fetled hate :
Since we cannot attone you, you fliall fee
Iuftice defigne the ViÖors Chiualrie.
Lord Marfliall, command our Officers at Armes,
Be readie to direfl thefe home Alarmes. Exeunt.
Scana Secunda.
Enter QauntyandHutcheJJe of Glouceßer.
Gaunt. Alas, the part I had in Gloufters blood,
Doth more folicite me then your exclaimes,
To ftirre againft the Butchers of his life.
But
'The life and death of Tachard thefécond. 2 5
But fince correilion lyeth in thofe hands
Which made the fault that we cannot correft.
Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,
Who when they fee the houres ripe on earth,
Will raigne hot vengeance on oft'enders heads.
Dut* Findes brotherhood in thee no iharper fpurre ?
Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing 6re?
Edxvardz feuen fonnes (whereof thy felfe art one)
Were as feuen violles of his Sacred blood,
Or feuen faire branches fpringing from one roote :
Some of thofe feuen are dride by natures courfe,
Some of thofe branches by the deftinies cut :
But T'homas yVny deere Lord, my life, my Gloufter,
One Violl full of Sdrpards Sacred blood,
One flourifliing branch ofhis moft Royall roote
Is cracJc'd, and all the precious liquor fpiltj
Is hackt downe, and his fummer leafes all vaded
By Enuies hand, and Murders bloody Axe.
Ah Gaunt\H\$ blood was thine, that bed, that wombe,
That mettle, that felfe-mould that falhion'd thee.
Made him a man : and though thou liu'Îî, and breath'H,
Yet art thou Haine in him : thou doft confent
In fome large meafure to thy Fathers death.
In that thou feed thy wretched brother dye.
Who was the model! of thy Fathers life«
Call it not patience (Gaunt) it is difpaire.
In fuff ring thus thy brother to be ílaughterM,
Thou ihew'ft the naked pathway to thy life.
Teaching fterne murther how to butcher thee :
That which in meane men we intitle patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble brefts:
What ihall I fay, to fafegard thine owne life,
The bed way is to venge my Glouders death.
G¿7««r.Heauens is the quarrell : for heauens fubditute
His Deputy annointed in his fight.
Hath caus'd his death, the which if wrongfully
Let heauen reuenge : for X may neuer lift
An angry arme againd his Minider,
'Dut. Where then (alas may I)complaint my felfeé
Gau. To heauen, the widdowes Champion to defence
Dut. Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt,
Thou go'd to Couentrie, there to behold
Our Cofine Herford, and fell Mowbray fight :
0 fit my husbands wrongs on Herfords fpeare.
That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes bred :
Or if misfortune miife the fird carreere,
Be Mowbrayes finnes fo heauy in his bofome.
That they may breake his foaming Courfers backe,
And throw the Rider headlong in the Lids,
A Caytiffe recreant to my Cofine Herford:
Farewell old Gaunt, thy fometimes brothers wife
With her companion Greei%, mud end her life.
Gau. Sider farewell : I mud to Couentree,
As much good day with thee, as go with mee.
Dut. Yet one wotd more : Greefe boundeth where it
Not with the emptie hollownes,but weight : (falls,
1 take my leaue, before I haue begun,
For forrow ends not, when it feemeth done.
Commend me to my brother Edmund Yor)^.
Loe, this is all : nay, yet depart not fo,
Though this be all, do not fo quickly go,
I /hall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what.^
With all good fpeed at Plaihie vifit mee.
Alacke, and what lhall good old Yorke there fee
But empty lodgings, and vnfurniih'd walles,
Vn-peopePd Offices, vntroden dones?
Jig
And what heare there for welcome, but my grones?
Therefore commend me, let him not come there.
To feeke out forrow, that dwels euery where :
Defolate, defolate will I hence, and dye.
The lad leaue of thee, takes my weeping eye. Exeunt
Seena Tertia.
Enter <i^Tarß>all, and Aumerle.
Mar. My L. Aumerle, is Harry Herford arm'd.
Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.
Mar. The Duke of Norfolke, fprightfully and bold,
Stayes but the fummons of the Appealants Trumpet.
Au. Why then the Champions, are prepared,and day
For nothing but his Maiedies approach. Flourijh.
Enter King, Gaunt, Bufhy, Bagot, Greene, Ó*
others : Then cMovcbray in Ar¬
mor, and Harrold.
Rich. Mar/hall, demand of yonder Champion
The caufe of his arriuall heere in Armes,
Aske him his name, and orderly proceed
To fweare him in the iudice of his caufe.
Mar. In Gods name,and the Kings,fay who y art.
And why thou com'd thus knightly clad in Armes?
Againd what man thou com'd,and whaPs thy quarrell,
Speake truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath.
As fo defend thee heauen, and thy valour.
<fMcvp. My name is Tho. Af<?n»¿rjy,Duke of Norfolk,
Who hither comes engaged by my oath
(Which heauen defend a knight ihould violate)
Both to defend my loyalty and truth.
To God, my King, and his fucceeding i/Tue,
Againd the Duke of Herford, that appeales me :
And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,
To proue him (in defending of my felfe)
A Traitor to my God, my King, and me.
And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.
Tucket. Enter Hereford, and Harold.
Rich. Mar/hall : Aske yonder Knight in Armes,
Both who he is, and why he commeth hither,
Thus placed in habiliments of warre :
And formerly according to our Law
Depofe him in the iudice of his caufe.
Mar. What is thy name? and wherfore comd y hither
Before King Richardis his Royall Lids?
Againd whom com*d thou? and what*s thy quarrell?
Speake like a true Knight, fo defend thee heauen.
Tdul. Harry of Herford, Lancader, and Derbie,
Am I : who ready heere do dand in Armes,
To proue by heauens grace, and my bodies valour.
In Lids, on Thomas Moxphray Duke of Norfolke,
That he's a Traitor foule, and dangerous.
To God of heauen, King Richard^ and to me.
And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.
Mar. On paine of death, no perfon be fo bold,
Or daring hardie as to touch the Lides,
Except the Mar/hall, and fuch Officers
Appointed to dire6X thefe faire defignes.
'Bui. Lord Mar/hall, let me kifie my Soueraigns hand,
And bow my knee before his Maiedie:
For Movohray and my felfe are like two men,
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage,
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20 The life and death of Tachard thefecojid.
Then let v$ take a ceremonious leaue
And louing farwell of our feuerall friends.
Mardïht Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes^
And craues to kiíTe your hand, and take his leaue.
%icb. We will defcend, and fold him in our armes.
Cohn of Herford, as thy caufe is iuft,
So be thy fortune in this Royall fight :
Farewell, my blood, which if to day thou ihead,
Lament we may, but not reuenge thee dead.
'^uH. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare
For me, if I be gor'd with cdMloxvbrayes fpeare :
As confident, as is the Falcons flight
Againft a bird, do I with Movpbray fight.
My louing Lord, 1 take my leaue of you,
Of you (my Noble Cofin) LoxàtAumerle j
Not ficke, although I haue to do with death,
But luftie, yong, and cheerely drawing breath.
Loe, as at Englilh Feafts, fo I regreete
The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet.
Oh thou the earthy author of my blood,
Whofe youthfull fpirit in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp
To reach at viflory aboue my head,
Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres,
And with thy blefsings fteele my Lances point,
That it may enter Morvbrayei waxen Coate,
And furniih new the name of lohn a Gaunty
Euen in the lufty hauiourof his Tonne.
Gfl«ff/.Heauen in thy good cauTe make thee profp'rous
Be fwift like lightning in the execution,
And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske
Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy.
Robze vp thy youthfull blood, be valiant,and liue.
'^ul. Mine innocence, and %.George to thriue.
Moto. How euer heauen or fortune caft my lot,
There liues, or dies, true to Kings Richards ^hrone,
A loyall, iuft, and vpright Gentleman :
Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart,
Caft off his chaînes of bondage, and embrace
His golden vncontrouTd enfranchifement.
More then my dancing foule doth celebrate
This Feaft of Bat tell, with mine Aduerfarie.
Moft mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,
Take from my mouth, the wiih of happy yeares,
As gentle, and as iocond,as to ieft.
Go I to fight : Truth, hath a quiet breft.
Rich. Farewell, my Lord, fecurely I efpy
Vertue with Valour, couched in thine eye :
Order the triall Marihall, and begin.
fMar. Harrie of Herfordy Lancaßery and Derbyy
Receiue thy Launce, and heauen defend thy right.
Strong as a towre in hope, I cry Amen.
Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke.
l.Har. Harry of Herfordy Lancaßery and Derbicy
Stands heere for God, his Soueraigne, and himfelfe,
On paine to be found falfe, and recreant,
To proue the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Motobrayy
A Traitor to his God, his King, and him.
And dares him to fet forwards to the fight.
z.Har^ Here ftandeth Tho-.Motobray Duke of Norfolk
On paine to be found falfe and recreant,
Both to defend himfelfe, and to approue
Henry of Herfordy Lancaßery and Derbyy
To God, his Soueraigne,^and to him diiloyall:
Couragiou/ly,and with a free defire
Attending but the fignall to begin. A charge founded
Mar. Sound Trumpets,and fet forward Combatants:
Stay, the King hath throwne his Warder downe.
Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets & their Speares,
And both returne backe to their Chaires againe :
Withdraw with vs, and let the Trumpets found,
While we returne thefe Dukes what we decree.
A long Tlourifh.
Draw neere and lift
What with our Councell we haue done.
For that our kingdomes earth ihould not be foyld
With that deere blood which it hath foftered.
And for our eyes do hate the dire afpedt
Of ciuill wounds plowghM vp with neighbors fwords,
Which fo rouzM vp with boyftrous vntunM drummes.
With harfh refounding Trumpets dreadfull bray,
And grating /hocke of wrathful! yron Armes,
Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace.
And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood :
Therefore, we banifli you our Territories.
You Cofin Herford, vpon paine of death.
Till twice fiue Summers haue enrichM our fields.
Shall not regreet our faire dominions,
But treade the ftranger pathes of bani/hment.
Bui. Your will be done: This muft my comfort be.
That Sun that warmes you heere, ihall ihineon me:
And thofe his golden beames to you heere lent.
Shall point on me, and gild my bani/hment.
Rich. Norfolke: for thee remaines a heauier dombe.
Which I with fome vnwiliingneffe pronounce,
The flye flow houres /hall not determinate
The dateleffe limit of thy deere exile :
The hopeleffe word, of Neuer to returne,
Breath I againft thee, vpon paine of life.
Moto. A heauy fentence, my moft Soueraigne Liege,
And all vnlook'd for from your Highneffe mouth ;
A deerer merit, notfo deepe a maime.
As to be caft forth in the common ayre
Haue I deferued at your Highneffe hands.
The Language I haue learn'd thefe forty yeares
(My natiue Engli/h) now I muft forgo.
And now my tongues vfe is to me no more.
Then an vnftringed Vyall, or a Harpe,
Or like a cunning Inftrument casM vp,
Or being open, put into his hands
That knowes no touch to tune the harmony.
Within my mouth you haue engaoTd my tongue.
Doubly percullift with my teeth ^d lippes,
And dull, vnfeeling, barren ignorance,
Is made my Gaoler to attend on me :
I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurfe,
Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now:
What is thy fentence then, but fpeecbleffe death.
Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath?
Richy It boots thee not to be compafsionate,
After our fentence, plaining comes too late.
cMoto. Then thus I turne me from my countries light
To dwell in folemne /hades of endleffe night.
Ric. Returne againe, and take an oath with thee,
Lay on our Royall fword, your baniiht hands ;
Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen
(Our part therein we banifli with your felues)
To keepe the Oath that we adminifter :
You ueuer /hall (fo helpe you Truth, and Heauen)
Embrace each others loue in bani/hment,
Nor euer looke vpon each others face,
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Nor euer write, regreete, or reconcile
This lowring tempeft of your home-bred hate,
Nor euer by aduiied purpofe meete,
To plot, contriue, or complot any ill,
*Gainft Vs, our State, our Subieàs, or our Land.
'•'Bull. I fweare.
Mow. And I, to keepe all this.
BuL Norfolke, fo fare, as to mine enemie,
By this time ^had the King permitted vs)
One of our foules had wandred in the ayre,
BanilhM this fraile fepulchre of our flelh, .
As now our fleih is banilh'd from this Land.
Confefle thy Treafons, ere thou flye this Realme,
Since thou haft farre to go, beare not along
The clogging burthen of a guilty foule.
No BuHingbra^e : If euer I were Traitor,
My name be blotted from the booke of Life,
And I from heauen baniihM,as from hence :
But what thou art, heauen, thou, and 1 do know.
And all too foone (I feare) the K.Íng /hall rue.
Farewell (my Liege) now no way can 1 ftray,
Saue backe to England, all the worlds my way. Sxit*
'Bdcb. Vncle, euen in the glafles of thine eyes
I fee thy greeued heart: thy fad afpe€l,
Hath from the number of his bani/h'd yeares
PluckM foure away: Six frozen Winters fpent,
Returne with welcome home, from bani/hment:
BuL How long a time lyes in one little word J
Foure lagging Winters, and foure wanton fprings
End in a word, fuch is the breath of Kings.
Gaunt* I thanke my Liege, that in regard of me
He ihortens foure yeares of my fonnes exile :
But little vantage ihall I reape thereby.
For ere the fixe yeares that he hath to fpend
Can change their Moones, and bring their times about,
My oyle-dride Lampe, and time-bewafted light
Shall be extindl with age,and endle/Te night :
My inch ofTaper, will be burnt, and done,
And blindfold death, not let me fee my fonne.
Rich, Why Vncle, thou haft many yeeres to liue.
Gaunt, But not a minute (King) that thou canft giue ;
Shorten my dayes thou canft with fudden forow.
And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow :
Thou canft heipe time to furrow me with age.
But ftop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage :
Thy word is currant with him, for my death,
But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath.
Ric. Thy fonne is baniihM vpon good aduice,
Whereto thy tongue a party-verdi¿l gaue.
Why at our luftice feem*ft thou then to lowre.^
Gau. Things fweet to taft, proue in digeftion fowre :
You vrg'd me as a fudge, but I had rather
you would haue bid me argue like a Father.
Alas, I look'd when fome of you ihould fay,
I was too ftriil to make mine owne away:
But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong,
Againft my will, to do my felfe this wrong.
I(jch, Cofine farewell : and Vncle bid him fot
Six yeares we bani/h him, and he /hall go. Exit.
Flour fh.
Au* Coline farewell : what prefence muft not know
From where you do remaine, let paper /how.
Mar, My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride
As farre as land will let me, by your fide.
Gaunt.Oh to what purpofe doft thou hord thy words.
That thou teturnft no greeting to thy friends ?
3Ji
Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you.
When the tongues office ihould be prodigall,
To breath th'abundant dolour of the heart.
Gau. Thy greefe is but thy abfence for a time.
Bull, loy abfent, greefe is prefent for that time.
Gau. What is fixe Winters, they are quickely gone ?
Bui. To men in ioy, but greefe makes one houre ten.
Çau. Call it a trauell that thou tak*ft for pleafure.
BuL My heart will figh, when I mifcall it fo.
Which findes it an inforced Pilgrimage.
Gau. The füllen paíTage of thy weary fteppes
Efteeme a foyle, wherein thou art to fet
The precious Jewell of thy home returne.
BuL Oh who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the froftie Caucafus}
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
by bare imagination of a Feaft?
Or Wallow naked in December fnow
by thinking on fantafticke fummers heate ?
Oh no, the apprehenfion of the good
Giues but the greater feeling to the worfe ;
Fell forrowes tooth, doth euer ranckle more
Then when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.
Gjtf.Come,come (my fon) Ile bring thee on thy way
Had I thy youth, and caufe, I would not ftay.
Buî.Thçn Englands ground farewell: fweet foil adieu,
My Mother, and my Nurfe, which beares me yet :
Where ere I wander, boaft of this I can.
Though bani/h^d, yet a true-borne Engli/hman.
Sccena Quarta.
Enter King, AumerUy Greene^ and Bagot,
Rich. We did obferue. Cofine Anmerle^
How far brought you high Herford on his way?
tAum. I brought high Herford (if you call him fo)
but to the next high way, and there 1 left him.
Rich, And fay, what ftore of parting tears wene ihed?
Aunt. Faith none for me : except the Northeaft wind
Which then grew bitterly againft our face,
Awak'd the /leepie rhewme, and fo by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a teare,
/?;c^.What faid our Colín when you parted with him?
./^«.Farewell: and for my hart difdained y my tongue
Should fo prophane the word, that taught me craft
To counterfeit oppreision of fuch greeie,
That word feem'd buried in my forrowes graue.
Marry,would the word Farwell,haue lengthened houres,
And added yeeres to his ihort bani/hment.
He /hould haue had a volume ofFarwels,
but fince it would not, he had none of me.
Rich. He is our Cofin (Cofin) but 'tis doubt.
When time /hall call him home from bani/hment,
Whether our kinfman come to fee his friends.
Our felfe, and Buflay : heere Bagot and Greene
ObferuM his Court/hip to the common people :
How he did feeme to diue into their hearts,
With humble, and familiat courtefie.
What reuerence he did throw away on /laues;
Wooing poore Craftef-men, with the craft of foules.
And patient vnder-bearing ofhis Fortune,
As *twere to bani/h their a/fedls with him.
Off goes his bonnet to an Oyfter-wench,
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28 'The life and death of T^chard the fécond.
A brace of Dray-men bid God fpeed him well,
And had the tribute of his fupp)e knee,
With thankes my Countrimen, my louing friends.
As were our England in reuerfion his,
And he our fubiefts next degree in hope.
Gr. Well,he is gone,& with him go thefe thoughts:
Now for the Rebels, which ftand out in Ireland,
Expedient manage muft be made my Liege
Ere further Icyfure, yeeld them further meanes
For their aduantagc, and your HighnelTe loiTe.
Ric. We will our felfe in perion to this warre,
And for our Ccffers, with too great a Court,
And liberall LargeíTe, are growne fomewhat light.
We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme,
The Reuennew whereof lhall furnilh vs
For our affayres in hand ; if that come ihort
Our Subftitutes at home ihall haue Blanke-charters :
Whereto, when they ihall know what men are rich.
They lhall fubfcribe them for large fummes of Gold,
And fend them after to fupply our wants:
For we will make for Ireland prefently.
Znter
what newes ?
'Bu. Old lohn of Gaunt is verie ficke my Lord,
Sodainly taken, and hath fent poft hafte
To entreat your Maiefty to vifit him.
'Rjc. Where lyes he f
Bu. At Ely houfe.
Ric. Now put it (heauen) in his Phyfitians minde.
To helpe him to his graue immediately:
The lining of his coft'ers ihall make Coates
To decke our fouldiers for thefe Iriih warres.
Come Gentlemen, let*s all go vifit him :
Pray heauen we may make haft, and come too late. Exit.
<îA6ÎUS Secundas. Seena Trima.
Enter Gaunty ß<.}{e roith Yorhe^
Gau. Will the King come, that I may breath my laft
In wholfome counfell to his vnftaid youth ?
Tor. Vex not your felfe, nor ftriue not with your breth.
For all in vaine comes counfell to his eare.
Gau. Oh but (they fay) the tongues of dying men
Inforce attention like deepe harmony;
Where words are fcarfe, they are feldome fpent in vaine.
For they breath truth, that breath their words in paine.
He that no more muft fay, is liftenM more,
Then they whom youth and eafe haue taught to glofe.
More are mens ends markr, then their liues before.
The fetting Sun, and Muficke is the clofe
As the laft tafte of fweetes, is fweeteft laft.
Writ in remembrance, more then things long paft;
Though Richard my liues counfell would not heare,
My deaths fad tale, may yet vndeafe his eare.
Yor. No, it is ftop: with other flattering founds
As praifes of his ftate : then there are found
Lafciuious Meeters, to whofe venom found
The open eare of youth doth alwayes liften.
Report of faihions in proud Italy,
Whofe manners ftill our tardie apiih Nation
Limpes after in bafe imitation.
Where doth the world thruft forth a vanity.
So it be new, there's no refpeil how vile,
That is not quickly buz'd into his eares í
That all too late comes counfell to be heard.
Where will doth mutiny with wits regard:
Diredt not him, whofe way himfelfe will choofe,
Tis breath thou lackft, and that breath wilt thou loofe.
Gaunt. Me thinkes I am a Prophet new infpir'd,
And thus expiring, do foretell of him,
His raih fierce blaze of Ryot cannot laft.
For violent fires foone burne out themfelues,
Small Ihowres laft long, but fodaine ftormes are Ihort,
He tyres betimes, that fpurs too faft betimes;
With eager feeding, food doth choake the feeder:
Light vanity, infatiate cormorant,
Confuming meanes foone preyes vpon it felfe.
This royall Throne of Kings, this fceptred Ifle,
This earth of Maiefty, this feate of Mars,
This other Eden, demy paradife,
This Fortreife built by Nature for her felfe,
Againft infeftion, and the hand of warre :
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious ftone, fet in the filuer fea,
Which ferues it in the office of a wall.
Or as a Moate defenfiue to a houfe,
Againft the enuy of lefie happier Lands,
This bleifed plot, this earth, this Realme, this England,
This Nurfe, this teeming wombe of Royall Kings,
Fear'd by their breed, and famous for their birth.
Renowned for their deeds, as farre frc.m home,
For Chriftian feruice, and true Chlualrie,
As is the fepulcher in ftubborne lury
Of the Worlds ranfome, blefled f^tarm Sonne.
This Land of fuch deere foules, this deere-deere Land,
Deere for her reputation through the world.
Is now Leas'd out (I dye pronouncing it^
Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme.
England bound in with the triumphant fea,
Whofe rocky ihore beates backe the enuious fiedge
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with ffiame.
With Inky blottes, and rotten Parchment bonds.
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a fiiamefull conqueft of it felfe.
Ah! would the fcandall vanilh with my life.
How happy then were my enfuing death ^
Enter Kingy Q^eene.,iAumerleyBufhy^Greene^
Bagoty RoSy and IVilloughby.
Yor. The King is come, deale mildly with his youth.
For young hot Colts, being rag'd, do rage the more.
How fares our noble Vncle Lancafter }
RJ. What comfort man? How ift with aged Gaunt ?
Ga. Oh how that name befits my compofition :
Old Gaunt'indeed, and gaunt in being old :
Within me greefe hath kept a tedious faft,
And who abftaynes from meate, that is not gaunt.^
For fleeping England long time haue I watcht,
Watching breeds ieannefie, leannefle is all gaunt.
The pleafure that fome Fathers feede vpon,
Is my ftridf faft, I meane my Childrens lookes.
And therein failing, haft tliou made me gaunt:
Gaunt am 1 for the graue, gaunt as a graue,
Whofe hollow wombe inherits naught but bones.
Ric. Can ficke men play fo nicely with their names?
Qau. No, mifery makes fport to mocke it felfe :
Since thou doft feeke to kill my name in mec,
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I mocke my name (great King) to flatter thee.
Ric. Should dying men flatter thofe that Hue?
Gau. No, no, men liuing flatter thofe that dye.
Rich. Thou now a dying, fayft thou flatier'ft me.
Gau. Oh no, thou dyefl, though I the iicker be.
RJcb. 1 am in health, 1 breath, I fee thee ill*
Gau. Now he that made me, knowes I fee thee ill :
III in my felfe to fee, and in thee, feeing ill,
Thy death-bed is no lefler then the Land,
Wherein thou lyeft in reputation flcke.
And thou too care-iefle patient as thou art,
Commit*ft thy'anointed body to the cure
Of thofe Phyfttians, that firft wounded thee.
A thoufand flatterers fit within thy Crowne,
Whofe compaiTe is no bigger then thy head,
And yet incaged in fo fmall a Verge,
The wafte is no whit leiTer then thy Land :
Oh had thy Grandfire with a Prophets eye,
Scene how his fonnes fonne, Ihould deftroy his fonnes,
From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy ihame,
Depofing thee before thou wert pofl'efl,
Which art pofleft now to depofe thy felfe.
Why (Cofine) were thou Regent of the world,
It were a ihame to let his Land by leafe :
But for thy world enioying but this Land,
Is it not more then ihame, to ihame it fo ?
Landlord of England art thou, and not King:
Thy ftate of Law, is bondflaue to the law.
And
Rich, And thou, a lunaticke leane-witted foole,
Prefuming on an Agues priuiledge,
Dar'ft with thy frozen admonition
Make pale our checke, chafing the Royall blood
With fury, from his natiue refidence?
Now by my Seates right Royall Maieftie,
Wer't thou not Brother to great Edtvards fonne.
This tongue that runs fo roundly in thy head,
Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent ihoulders.
gau. Oh fpare me not, my brothers Edvpardi fonne,
For that I was his Father Edvpards fonne :
That blood already (like the PelHcan)
Thou haft tapt out, and drunkenly carows'd.
My brother Gloucefter, plaine well meaning foule
(Whom faire befall in heauen 'mongft happy foules)
May be a prefident, and witnelîe good.
That thou refpeft'ft not fpilling Edroardi blood :
loyne with the prefent fickneife that 1 haue,
And thy vnkindneife be like crooked age.
To crop at once a too-long withered flowre.
Liue in thy ihame, but dye not ihame with thee,
Thefe words heereafter, thy tormentors bee.
Conuey me to my bed, then to my graue.
Loue they to liue, that loue and honor haue. Exit
Rich. And let them dye, that age and fullens haue.
For both haft thou, and both become the graue.
Tor. I do befeech your Maieftie impute his words
To wayward ficklinefle, and age in him :
He loues you on my life, and holds you deere
As Harry Duke of Herford, were he heere.
Rich. Right, you fay true : as Herfords loue, fo hisj
As theirs, fo mine : and all be as it is.
Enter Northumberland^
Nor. My Liege, olde Gaunt commends him to your
Maieftie*
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Rich. What fayes he f
Nor, Nay nothing, all is faid :
His tongue is now a ftringleife inftrument,
Words, life, and all, old Lancafter hath fpent.
Tor. Be Yorke the next, that muft be bankrupt fo,
Though death be poore, it ends a mortall wo.
Rich. The ripeft fruit firft fais, and fo doth he,
His time is fpent, our pilgrimage muft be :
So much for that. Now for our Iriih warres.
We muft fupplant thofe rough rug-headed Kernes,
Which liue like venom, where no venom elfe
But onely they, haue priuiledge to liue.
And for thefe great affayres do aske fome charge
Towards our afsiftance, we do feize to vs
The plate, coine, reuennewes, and moueables,
Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did ftand poifeft.
Tor. How long fhall I be patient? Oh how long
Shall tender dutie make me fuifer wrong ?
Not Gloußers death, nor Herfords baniftiment,
Nor Gauntes rebukes, nor Englands priuate wrongs.
Nor the preuention of poore BuHingbrool^e^
About his marriage, nor my owne difgrace
Haue euer made me fowre my patient cheeke,
Or bend one wrinckle on my Soueraignes face ;
I am the laft of noble Edwards fonnes,
Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was firft.
In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce :
In peace, was neuer gentle Lambe more milde,
Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman,
His face thou haft, for euen fo look'd he
Accomplilh'd with the number of thy hewers :
But when he frown'd, it wasagainft the French,
And notagainft his friends: his noble hand
Did win what he did fpend : and fpent not that
Which his triumphant fathers hand had won:
His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood,
But bloody with the enemies of his kinne:
Oh Richard, Tor}^ is too farre gone with greefe,
Or elfe he neuer would compare betweene*
Rich. Why Vncle,
What's the matter?
Tor. Oh my Liege, pardon me if you pleafe, if not
I pleas'd not to be pardon'd, am content with all:
Seeke you to feize, and gripe into your hands
The Royalties and Rights of baniih'd Herford f
Is not Gaunt dead? and doth not Herford liue ?
Was not Gaunt iuft? and is not Harry true ?
Did not the one deferue to haue an heyre ?
Is not his heyre a well-deferuing fonne ?
Take Herfords rights away, and take from time
His Charters, and his cuftomarie rights:
Let not to morrow then infue to day.
Be not thy felfe. For how art thou a King
But by faire fequence and fuccefsion ?
Now afore God, God forbid I fay true,
If you do wrongfully feize Herfords right,
Call in his Letters Patents that he hath
By his Atrurneyes generali, to fue
His Liuerie, and denie his oft'er'd homage,
You plucke a thoufand dangers on your head,
You loofe a thoufand well-difpoled hearts.
And pricke my tender patience to thofe thoughts
Which honor and allégeance cannot thinke.
Ric. Thinke what you will : we feife into our hands,
His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
Tor. He not be by the while : My Liege farewell,
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What will enfue heereof, there's none can tell.
But by bad courfes may be vnderftood,
That their euents can neuer fall out good. Kxit.
Rich, Go '^ußtie to the Earle of JViltß>ire ftreight,
Bid him repaire to vs to Sly houfe,
To fee this buíineíÍe : to morrow next
We will for Ireland^ and 'tis time, I trow:
And we create in abfence of our lelfe
Our Vncle Yorke, Lord Gouernor ofEngland î
For he is iuft, and alwayeslou'd vs well.
Come on our Queene, to morrow muft we part,
Be merry, for our time of ftay is ihort. Flourfh.
cMianet North. M^îllougkbyj & 'R.off.
Nor. Well Lords, the Duke of Lancafter is dead.
Rojf. And liuing too, for now his fonne is Duke.
Wil. Barely ih title, not in reuennew.
Nor. Richly in both, if iuftice had her right.
Rö^My heart is great : but it muft break with filence,
Er't be disburchen'd with a liberall tongue.
iVbr.Nay fpeake thy mind : & let him ne'r fpeak more
That fpeakes thy words againe to do thee harme.
IF/V.Tends that thou'dft fpeake to th'Du. of Hereford,
If it be fo, out with it boldly man,
Quicke is mine eare to heare of good towards him.
RoJf. No good at all that I can do for him,
Vnleife you call it good to pitie him,
Bereft and gelded of his patrimonie.
Nor. Now afore heauen, 'tis lhame fuch wrongs are
borne,
In him a royall Prince, and many moe
Of noble blood in this declining Land;
The King is not himfelfe, but bafely led
By Flatterers, and what they will informe
Meerely in hate 'gainft any of vs all,
That will the King feuerely profecute
'Gainft vs, our liues, our children, and our heires.
RoJ. The Commons hath he pil'd with greeuous taxes
And quite loft their hearts : the Nobles hath he finde
For ancient quarrels, and quite loft their hearts.
TVil, And daily new exactions are deuis'd,
As blankes,beneuolences, and I wot not what:
But what o'Gods name doth become of this ?
Nor. Wars hath not wafted it, for war'd he hath not.
But bafely yeelded vpon comprimize,
That which his Anceftors atchieu'd with blowes :
More hath he fpentin peace, then they in warres.
Rof. The Earle of Wiltihire hath the realme in Farme.
îVil. The Kings growne bankrupt like a broken man.
Nor. Reproach and difiolution hangeth ouer him.
Rof. He hath not monie for thefe Iriih warres :
(His burthenous taxations notwithftanding)
But by the robbing of the banilh'd Duke.
Nor. His noble Kinfman, moft degenerate King:
But Lords, we heare this fearefull tempeft fing,
Yet feeke no ihelter to auoid the ftorme:
We fee the winde fit fore vpon our failes,
And yet we ftrike not, but fecurely periih.
Rof. We fee the very wracke that we muft fuffer,
And vnauoyded is the danger now
For fuffèring fo the caufes of our wracke.
Nor. Not fo : euen through the hollow eyes of death,
I fpie life peering : but I dare not fay
How neere the tidings of our comfort is.
Nay let vs ihare thy thoughts, as thou doft ours
Rof. Be confident to fpeake Northumberland,
We three, are but thy felfe, and fpeaking fo.
Thy words are but as thoughts, therefore be bold.
Nor. Then thus : I haue from Port le Blan
A Bay in 'BritaineyleceWd intelligence,
That Harry Duke of Herford, Reinald Lord Cohham,
That late broke from the Duke of Exeter,
His brother Archbiihop, late of Canterbury,
Sir Thomas Erpingham^S'w lohn Rainfion,
Sir \ohn Ncrberie, Sir Robert JVaterton,$c Francis Quaint,
All thefe well furniih'd by the Duke ofEritaine,
With eight tall ftiips, three thoufand men of warre
Are making hither with all due expedience,
And ihortlymeane to touch our Northerne ihore:
Perhaps they had ere this, but that they ftay
The firft departing of the King for Ireland.
If then we ihall ihake off"our fiauilh yoake,
Impe out our drooping Countries broken wing,
Redeeme from broaking pawne the blemilh'd Crowne,
Wipe off the duft that hides our Scepters gilt.
And make high Maieftie looke like it felfe.
Away with me in pofte to Rauensfurgb,
But if you faint, as fearing to do lo.
Stay, and be fecret, and my felfe will go.
Rcf To horfe, to horfe, vrge doubts to them y feare.
JVil, Hold out my horfe, and I will firft be there.
Sxeunt,
Seena Secunda.
Enter Queene, Bufhy, and 'Bagot.
Bufh. Madam, your Maiefty is too much fad,
You promis'd when you parted with the King,
To lay afide felfe-harming heauineffe,
And entertaine a cheerefull difpofition.
Qu. To pleafe the King, I did : to pleafe my felfe
I cannot do it ; yet I know no caufe
Why I ihould welcome fuch a gueft as greefe,
Saue bidding farewell to fo fweet a gueft
As my fweet Richard', yet againe me thinkes.
Some vnborne furrow, ripe in fortunes wombe
Is comming towards me, and my inward foule
With nothing trembles, at fomething it greeues,
More then with parting from my Lord the King.
Bufh. Each fubftance of a greefe hath twenty lhadows
Which fiiewes like greefe it felfe, but is not fo :
For forrowes eye, glazed with blinding teares,
Diuides one thing intire, to many obieéis.
Like perfpedliues, which rightly gaz'd vpon
Shew nothing but confufion, ey'd awry,
Diftinguiih forme : fo your fweet Maieftie
Looking awry vpon your Lords departure.
Finde ftiapes of greefe, more then himfelfe to waile,
Which look'd on as it is, is naught bur ihadowes
Of what it is not : then thrice-gracious Queene,
More then your Lords departure weep not, more's not
Or if it be,'tis with falfe forrowes eie, (feene;
Which for things true, weepe things imaginary.
Qu. It may be fo : but yet my inward foule
Períwades me it is otherwife : how ere it be,
I cannot but be fad : fo heauy fad.
As though on thinking on no thought I thinke.
Makes me with heauy nothing faint and Ihrinke.
Bufh. 'Tis nothing but conceit (my gracious Lady.)
Queene.
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Qu. 'Tis nothing leíTe : conceit is ftill deriu'd
From fome fore-father greefe, mine is not fo,
For nothing hath begot my fomething greefe,
Or fomething, hath the nothing that I greeue,
'Tis in reuerfion that I do poíTeíTe,
But what it is, that is not yet knowne, what
I cannot name, 'tis nameleíTe woe 1 wot.
Enter Greene,
Gree, Heauen faue your Maiefty, and wel met Gentle-
I hope the King is not yet iTiipt for Ireland. (men:
Qu Why hop'ft thou fo? Tis better hope he is :
For his defignes craue haft, his haft good hope,
Then wherefore doft thou hope he is not ftiipt ?
Gre. That he our hope, might haue retyr'd his power,
and driuen into difpaire an enemies hope.
Who ftrongly hath fet footing in this Land.
The h2iX\\(\T'á'^uÜingbrool^ repeales himfelfe.
And with vp-lifted Armes is fafe arriu'd
At Rauenjpurg.
Qu. Now God in heauen forbid.
Gr. O Madam 'tis too true : and that is worfe,
The L.Northumberland,his yong fonne Henrie Tercie,
The Lords of RoJ/e, Beaumond, and TVilhnghby,
With all their powrefull friends are fled to him.
Bi^.Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland
And the reft of the reuolted faction. Traitors?
Gre. We haue : whereupon the Earle of Worcefter
Hath broke his ftaffe, reftgn'd his Stewardlhip,
And al the houihold feruants fled with him to 'BuUinbroo\^
Qu, So Qreene, thou art the midwife of my woe,
And Bullinbroo^e my forrowes difmall heyre :
Now hath my foule brought forth her prodegie,
And I a gasping new deliuered mother.
Haue woe to woe, forrow to forrow ioyn'd.
'Bnß>. Difpaire not Madam.
Qu. Who ihall hinder me ?
I will difpaire, and be at enmitie
With couzening hope ; he is a Flatterer,
A Paralîte, a keeper backe of death,
Who gently would diflblue the bands of life.
Which falfe hopes linger in extremity.
Enter Yorlfe
Gre, Heere comes the Duke of Yorke.
Qu, With fignes of warre about his aged necke,
Oh full of carefull bufinefle are his lookes :
Vncle, for heauens fake fpeake comfortable words :
2ör.Comfort's in heauen, and we are on the earth.
Where nothing liues but crofles, care and greefe :
Your husband he is gone to faue farre off,
Whilft others come to make him loofe at home:
Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land,
Who weake with age, cannot fupport my felfe :
Now comes the ficke houre that his furfet made,
Now fliall he try his friends that flattered him.
Enter a feruant.
Ser, My Lord, your fonne was gone before I came.
Tor. He was : why fo : go all which way it will :
The Nobles they are fled, the Commons they are cold,
And will I feare reuolt on Herfords fide.
Sirra, get thee to Plafhie to my fifter Glofter,
Bid her fend me prefently a thoufand pound,
Hold, take my Ring.
Ser, My Lord, I had forgot
To tell your Lordihip, to day I came by, and cali'd there.
But I /hall greeue you to report the reft.
Tor. What is*t knaue?
Ser. An houre before I came, the Dutcheffe di'de.
Tor. Heau'n for his mercy, what a tide of woes
Come ruihing on this wofuU Land at once ?
I know not what to do : J would to heauen
(So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it)
The King had cut off my head with my brothers.
What, are there poftes difpatcht for Ireland ?
How /hall we do for money for thefe warres?
Come fifter (Cozen I would fay) pray pardon me.
Go fellow, get thee home, pcouide fome Carts,
And bring away the Armour that is there.
Gentlemen, will you mufter men?
If I know how, or which way 30 order thefe affaires
Thus diforderly thruft into my hands,
Neuer beleeue me. Both are my kinfmen,
Th'one is my Soueraigne, whom both my oath
And dutie bids defend : th'other againe
Is my kinfman,whom the King hath wrong'd.
Whom confcience, and my kindred bids to right :
Well, fomewhat we muft do: Come Cozen,
He difpofe of you. Gentlemen, go mufter vp your men,
And meet me prefently at Barkley Caftle:
I ihould to Plalhy too : but time will not permit.
All is vneuen, and euery thing is left at fix and itutn.Exit
^uß>. The winde fits faire for newes to go to Ireland,
But none returnes : For vs to leuy power
Proportionable to th'enemy, is all impofsible.
Çr. Befides our neeaenefle to the King in loue,
Is neere the hate of thofe loue not the King .
And that's the wauering Commons,for theirloue
Lies in their purfes, and who fo empties them,
By fo much fils their hearts with deadly bate.
^uß>. Wherein the king ftands generally condemn'd
^ag. Ifiudgement lye in them, then fo do we,
Becaufe we haue beene euer neere the King.
Gr. Well: I will for refuge ftraight to Briftoll Caftle,
The Earle of Wilt/hire is aireadle there.
Thither will I with you,for little office
Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs.
Except like Curres, to teare vs all in peeces;
Will you go along with vs?
Bag. No, I will to Ireland to his Maieftie:
Farewell, if hearts prefages be not vaine,
We three here part, that neu'r /hall meete againe.
'Bu, That's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinhroh^
Gr. Alas poore Duke, the taske he vndertakes
Is numbring fands, and drinking Oceans drie,
Where one on his fide fights, thoufands will flye.
Bufh. Farewell at once, for once, for all, and çuer.
Well, we may meete againe.
Bag, I feare me neuer. Exit.
Sccena Tertia.
Enter the DuJ^e of Hereford, and Northum¬
berland.
Bui. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now ?
Nor, Beleeue me noble Lord,
I am a ftranger heere in Gloufter/hire,
Thefe high wilde hilles, and rough vneeuen waies,
Drawes out our miles, and makes them wearifome:
And yet our faire difcourfe hath beene as fugar,
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Making the hard way fweet and delectable :
But I bechinke me, what a wearie way
From Rauenfpurgh to Cottihold will be found,
In RoJJedíná wanting your companie,
Which I proteft hath very much beguild
The tedioufneíTejand proceíTe of my trauell :
But theirs is fweetned with the hope to haue
The prefent benefit that I poiTefle ;
And hope to ioy, is little lefie in ioy,
Then hope enioyM : By this, the wearie Lords
Shall make their way léeme íhort,as mine hath done,
By fight of what I haue, your Noble Companie.
Of much lefie value is my Companie,
Then your good words : but who comes here ^
Enter H. Tercie.
North. It is my Sonne, young Harry Percie^
Sent from my Brother Worceßer : Whence foeuer.
Harry y how fares your Vnckle ?
Perde. 1 had thought, my Lord, to haue learn'd his
health of you.
North. Why,is he not with the Queene?
Tercie. No, my good Lord, he hath forfook the Court,
Broken his Staffe of Office,and difperft
The Houfehold of the King.
North. What was his reafon ?
He was not fo refolu'd,when we laft fpake together*
Perde. Becaufe your Lord/hip was proclaimed Traitor.
But hee, my Lord, is gone to Rauenfpurgh,
To offer feruice to the Duke of Hereford,
And fent me ouer by Barkely, to difcouer
What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there,
Then with direction to repaire to Rauenfpurgh.
North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford(Boy. )
Perde. No, my good Lord 5 for that is not forgot
Which ne're I did remember : to my knowledge,
I neuer in my life did looke on him.
North. Then learne to know him now: this îs the
Duke.
Perde. My gracious Lord, I tender you my feruice,
Such as it is,being tender,raw,and young,
Which elder dayes Ihall ripen, and confirme
To more approued feruice,and defert.
Bull. I thanke thee gentle Perde^ and be fure
I count my felfe in nothing elfe fo happy,
As in a Soule remembring my good Friends :
And as my Fortune ripens with thy Loue,
It lhall be ftill thy true Loues recompence.
My Heart this Couenant makes, my Hand thus feales it.
North. How farre is it to Barkely? and what llirre
Keepes good old Tor}^ there, with his Men of Warre ?
Perde. There ftands the Caftle,by yond tuft of Trees,
MannM with three hundred men,as 1 haue heard.
And in it are the Lords of Tor}^, Barkely^ and Seymor,
None elfe of Name, and noble eftimate.
Enter Kojfe and TVtlloughby.
North. Here come the Lords of RoJJ'e and Willoughhyy
Bloody with fpurring,fierie red with hafte.
Bull. Welcome my Lords, I wot your loue purfues
A baniiht Trnycor 5 all my Treafurie
Is yet but vnfelt thankes, which more enriched.
Shall be your loue, and labours recompence.
Rojf. Your prefence makes vs rich,moft Noble Lord.
Willo^ And farre furmounts our labour to attaine it.
'Bull. Euermore thankes,th'Exchequer of the poore.
Which till my infant-fortune comes to yeeres,
Stands for my Bountie : but who comes heref
Enter 'Barhyly.
North. It is my Lord of Barkely, as I gheiîe.
Barl^. My Lord of Hereford, my MeíTage is to you.
Bull. My Lord, my Anfwere is to Lancaßery
And I am come to feeke that Name in England,
And I muft finde that Title in your Tongue,
Before I make reply to aught you fay.
Barl^. Miftake me not, my Lord,*tis not my meaning
To raze one Title of your Honor out.
To you, my Lord, I come (what Lord you will)
From the moft glorious of this Land,
The Duke of Yorke,to know what pricks you on
To take aduantage of the abfent time.
And fright our Natiue Peace with felfe-borne Armes.
Enter forl^e.
Bull. I fiiall not need tranfport my words by you,
Here comes his Grace in Perfon. My Noble Vnckle.
Tor\. Shew me thy humble heart, and not thy knee,
Whofe dutie is deceiuable,and falfe.
Bull. My gracious Vnckle.
Torl^. Tut,tut,Grace me no Grace,nor Vnckle me,
I am no Traytors Vnckle j and that word Grace,
In an vngracious mouth,is but prophane.
Why haue thefe baniih*d,and forbidden Legges,
Dar'd once to touch a Duft of Englands Ground í
But more then why, why haue they dar'd to march
So many miles vpon her peaceful! Bofome,
Frighting her pale-facM Villages with Warre,
And oftentation of defpifed Armes?
Com*ft thou becaufe th'anoynted King is hence?
Why fooliih Boy,the King is left behind.
And in my loyall Bofome lyes his power.
Were I but now the Lord of fuch hot youth,
As when braue Gauntythy Father,and my felfe
Refcued the Blac\ Rrifice,that yong <íMars of men.
From forth the Rankes of many thoufand French :
Oh then,how quickly fiiould this Arme ofmine.
Now Prifoner to the Palfie, chaftife thee.
And minifter corre^ion to thy Fault.
Bull. My gracious Vnckle, let me know my Fault,
On what Condition ftands it, and wherein ?
Tor\. Euen in Condition of the worft degree,
In grolfe Rebellion, and detefted Treafon:
Thou arta baniffi'd man,and here art come
Before th^expiration of thy time.
In brauing Atmes againft thy Soueralgne.
Bull. As I was baniih'd,! was baniftiM Herefordy
But as I come, I come for Lancaßer.
And Noble Vnckle,! befeech your Grace
Looke on my Wrongs with an indifferent eye:
You are my Father, for me thinkes in you
I fee old Çaunt aliue. Oh then my Father,
Will you permit,that I ihall ftand condemned
A wandring Vagabond j my Rights and Royalties
Pluckt from my armes perforce, and giuen away
To vpftart Vnthriitsc" Wherefore was I borne f
If that my Coufin King, be King of England,
It muft be graunted, I am Duke of Lancafter.
You haue a SonnÇyAumerleymy Noble Kinfman,
Had you firft died,and he beene thus trod downe.
He fhould haue found his Vnckle Gaunt a Father,
To rowze his Wrongs,and chafe them to the bay.
I am denyde to fue my Liuerie here,
And yet my Letters Patents giue me leaue :
My Fathers goods are all diflraynd,and fold.
And thefe,and all,are all amiíTe imployd.
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What would you haue me doe? I am a Subie£l,
And challenge Law; Attorneyes are deny*d me;
And therefore perfonally I lay my cla'ime
To my Inheritance of free Difcent.
North. The Noble Duke hath been too much abus'd.
Rojf. It ilands your Grace vpon,to doe him right.
Wtllo. Bafe men by his endowments are made great.
Tor!^. My Lords of England, let me tell you this,
I haue had feeling of my Cofens Wrongs,
And labourM all 1 could to doe him right:
But in this kind, to come in brauing Armes,
Be his owne Caruer, and cut out his way,
To find out Right with Wrongs, it may not be ;
And you chat doe abett him in this kind,
Cherifh Rebellion,and are Rebels all.
North. The Noble Duke hath fworne his comming is
But for his owne ; and for the right of that,
Wee all haue ftrongly fworne to giue him ayd,
And let him neu*r fee Ioy,that breakes that Oath»
Yor!^. Well,well,I fee the ilTue of thefe Armes,
I cannot mend it, I muft needes confe/fe,
Becaufe my power Is weake, and all ill left :
But if I could,by him that gaue me life,
I would attach you all,and make you (loope
Vnto the Soueraigne Mercy of the King.
But fince I cannot,be it knowne to you,
I doe remaine as Neuter, So fare you well,
VnlefTe you pleafe to enter in the Caftle,
And there repofe you for this Night.
"Bk//. An offer Vnckle,that wee will accept :
But wee muft winne your Grace to goe with vs
To Briftow Caftle, which they fay is held
By Bußfie^Bagottheir Complices,
The Caterpillers of the Commonwealth,
Which I haue fworne to weed,and plucke away.
Yorl{. It may be I will go with you: but yet lie pawfe,
For I am loth to breake our Countries Lawes ;
Nor Friends, nor Foes, to me welcome you are,
Things paft redreire,are now with me paft care. Exeunt.
Scœna Quarta.
Enter Salübury^ and a Captaine.
Capt. My Lord of Salisbury, we haue ftayd ten dayes.
And hardly kept our Countreymen together.
And yet we heare no tidings from the King ;
Therefore we will difperfe our felues: farewell.
Ral. Stay yet another day, thou truftie Welchman,
The King repofeth all his confidence in thee.
Capt. 'Tis thought the King is dead, we will not ftay;
The Bay-trees in our Countrey all are withered.
And Meteors fright the fixed Starres of Heauen;
The pale-fac'd Moone lookes bloody on the Earth,
And leane-look'd Prophets whifper fearefull change ;
Rich men looke fad,and Ruffians dance and leape.
The one in feare,to loofe what theyenioy.
The other to enioy by Rage, and Warre :
Thefe fignes fore-run the death of Kings.
Farewell,our Countreymen are gone and fledj
As well alTur'd Richard their King is dead» Exxt^
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Sal. Ah Richardy with eyes of heauie mind,
I fee thy Glory, like a /hooting Starre,
Fall to the bafe Earth,from the Firmament:
Thy Sunne fets weeping in the lowly Weft,
Witneffing Stormes to come. Woe, and Vnreft :
Thy Friends are fled,to wait vpon thy Foes,
And cro/fely to thy good, all fortune goes. Exit.
iABusTertius. ScenaTrima.
Enter 'Bulltnghrool^ey Yor^py Northumherlandy
Rojfe, Perde, Wïlloughbyy mth 'Bupie
and Greene frißners,
^uîî. Bring forth thefe men :
^upie and Qreene, I will not vex your foules,
( Since prefently your foules muft part your bodies)
With too much vrging your pernitious liues,
For 'twere no Charitie : yet to wa/h your blood
From off my hands, here in the view of men,
I will vnfold fome caufes of your deaths.
You haue mis-led a Prince,a Royall King,
A happie Gentleman in Blood, and Lineaments,
By you vnhappied,and disfigur'd cleane :
You haue in manner with your finfull houres
Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,
Broke the poffeifion of a Royall Bed,
And ftayn'd the beautie of a faire Qu^eenes Cheekes,
With teares drawn fro her eyes, with your foule wrongs.
My felfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,
Neere to the King in blood,and neere in loue.
Till you did make him mif-interprete me,
Haue ftoopt my neck vnder your iniuries,
And figh'd my Englifli breath in forraine Clouds,
Eating the bitter bread of banifhment ;
While you haue fed vpon my Seignories,
Dif-park'd my Parkes,and feJl'd my Forreft Woods;
From mine owne Windowes torne my Houfehold Coat,
Raz'd out my Impre/Tejlcauing me no ligne,
Saue mens opinions, and my liuing blood,
To /hew the World I am a Gentleman.
This,and much more,much more then twice all this,
Condemnes you to the death : fee them deliuered ouer
To execution,and the hand of death.
Bußiie. More welcome is the ftroake of death to me,
Then 'Bullinghroobe to England.
Greene. My comfort is, that Heauen will take our foules.
And plague Iniuftice with the paines of Hell.
Bull. My Lord Northumberland,them difpatch'*!
Vnckle,you fay the Queene is at your Houfe,
For Heauens fake fairely let her be entreated.
Tell her I fend to her my kind commends ;
Take fpeciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd-
Yorl^. A Gentleman of mine I haue difpatch'd
"VVith Letters of your loue, to her at large.
Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle : come Lords away,
To fight with Glendoure, and his Complices;
A while to worke,and after holliday.
Exeunt.
Sc cena
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34 The life and death of '^(ichardthe fécond.
Seena Secunda.
Drums : Flourißt^ and Qolours,
Enter RkhardyAimerUyCarlile^andSould'itrs.
Rich. Barkloughly Caftle call you this at hand?
jdu. Yea, my Lord : how brooks your Grace the ayre,
After your late toiling on the breaking Seas?
Rich. Needs muft I like it well : 1 weepe for ioy
To ftand vpon my Kingdome once againe.
Deere Earth, I doe falute thee with my hand,
Though Rebels wound thee with their Horfes hoofes ;
As a long parted Mother with her Child,
Playes fondly with her teares, and fmiles in meeting;
So weeping, fmiiing,greet 1 thee my Earth,
And doe thee fauor with my Royall hands.
Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe, my gentle Earth,
Nor with thy Sweetes, comfort his rauenous fence :
But let thy Spiders, that fuck vp thy Venóme,
And heauie-gated Toades lye in their way,
Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete,
Which with vfurping fteps doe trample thee.
Yeeld ftinging Nettles to mine Enemies;
And when they from thy Bofome pluck a Flower,
Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder,
Whofe double tongue may with a mortall touch
Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies.
Mock not my fenceleíTe Coniuration, Lords ;
This Earth lhali haue a feeling, and thefe Stones
Proue armed Souldiers,ere her Natiue King
Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes,
Cîr.Feare not my Lord, that Power that made you King
Hath power to keepe you King, in fpight of all.
jdum. He meanes,my Lord, that we are too remiíTe,
Whileft through our fecuritie,
Growes ftrong and great, in fubftance and in friends.
Rich. Difcomfortable Coufin,knoweft thou not.
That when the fearching Eye of Heauen is hid
Behind the Globe,that lights the lower World,
Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnfeene,
In Murthers and in Out-rage bloody here:
But when from vnder this Terreftriall Ball
He fires the prowd tops of the Eafterne Pines,
And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole.
Then Murthers,Treafons,and detefted finnes
(The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs)
Stand bare and naked,trembling at themfelues.
So when this Theefe,this Trzylor^ulUngbrookey
Who all this while hath reuellM in the Night,
Shall fee vs rifing in our Throne,the Eafi,
His Treafons will fit bluihing in his face.
Not able to endure the fight of Day ;
But felfe-affrighted,tremble at his finne.
Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea
Can wafli the Balme from an anoynted King;
The breath of worldly men cannot depofe
The Deputie eledled by the Lord :
For euery man that Bullinghrook^ hath preft,
To lift Ihrewd Steele againft our Golden Crowne,
Heauen for his Richard hath in heauenly pay
A glorious Angelí: then if Angels fight,
Weake men muft fall,for Heauen ftill guards the right.
Enter Salisbury.
Welcome my Lord, how farre off lyes your Power?
Salüb. Nor neere,nor farther off, my gracious Lord,
Then this weake arme ; difcomfort guides my tongue,
And bids me fpeake of nothing but defpaire :
One day too late,I feare (my Noble Lord)
Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth:
Oh call backe Yefterday,bid Time returne.
And thou lhalt haue twelue thouiand fighting men ;
To day, to day,vnhappie day too late
Orethrowes thy Ioyes,Friends,Fortune,and thy State;
For all the Welchmen hearing thou wert dead,
Are gone to BuI¡irtgbrooJ(eyá\£^eTÍ^,zná fied.
jdum. Comfort my Liege, why lookes your Grace fo
pale ?
^ch. But now the blood of twentie thoufand men
Did triumph in my face,and they are fled,
And till fo much blood thither come againe,
Haue I not reafon to looke pale,and dead?
All Soules that will be fafe, fiye from my fide.
For Time hath fet a blot vpon my pride.
tAum. Comfort my Liege,remember who you are.
Rich. I had forgot my felfe. Am I not King?
Awake thou iluggard Maieftie,thou fleepeft :
Is not the Kings Name fortie thoufand Names?
Arme, arme my Name : a punie fubieft ftrikes
At thy great glory. Looke not to the ground,
Ye Fauorites of a King: are wee not high <?
High be our thoughts : I know my Vnckle
Hath Power enough to ferue our turne.
But who comes here i Enter Scroope.
Scroope. More health and happineffe betide my Liege,
Then can my care-tunM tongue deliuer him.
Rich. Mine eare is open, and my heart prepared :
The worft is worldly lolfejthou canft vnfold:
Say,Is my Kingdome loft?why *twas my Care:
And what loffe is it to be rid of Care ?
Striues Bullingbroo^e to be as Great as weei
Greater he fhall not be : If hee ferue God,
Wee'l ferue him too, and be his Fellow fo.
Reuolt our Subie¿Is?That we cannot mend,
They breake their Faith to God,as well as vs:
Cry Woe, Deftru£rion, Ruine, Loffe, Decay,
The worft is Death,and Death will haue his day.
Scroope. Glad am I, that your Highneffe is fo arm'd
To beare the tidings of Calamitie.
Like an vnfeafonable ftormie day,
Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores,
As if the World were all diffolu'd to teares :
So high,aboue his Limits,fwells the Rage
Of Bullingbrookcy couering your fearefull Land
With hard bright Steele,and hearts harder then Steele:
White Beares haue armM their thin and haireleife Scalps
Againft thy Maieftie,and Boyes with Womens Voyces,
Striue to fpeake bigge, and clap their female ioints
In ftiffe vnwieldie Armes : againft thy Crowne
Thy very Beadf-men learne to bend their Bowes
Of double fatall Eugh : againft thy State
Yea Diftaffe-Won^cn manage ruflie Bills :
Againft thy Seat both young and old rebell,
And all goes worfe then I haue power to tell.
Rich. Too well, too well thou telPft a Tale fo ill.
Where is the Earle ofWiltfhire?where is 'Bagot}
What is become o{Buß>ie} where is Qreene ?
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That they haue let the dangerous Enemie
Meafure our Confines with fuch peacefull fteps?
If we preuaile, their heads ihall pay for it.
I warrant they haue made peace with ^ullingbrool^e.
Scroope. Peace haue they made with him mdeede(my
Lord.)
Rich. Oh Villains, Vipers,damnM without redemption,
Dogges,eafily woon to fawne on any man,
Snakes in my heart blood warm'd, that fting my heart,
Three ludaiTes, each one thrice worfe then ludoóy
Would they make peace? terrible Hell make warre
Vpon their fpotted Souies for this Offence.
Scroope. Sweet Loue(I fee)changing his propertie.
Turnes to the fowreft,and moft deadly hate :
Againe vncurfe their Seules; their peace is made
With Heads,and not with Hands:thofe whom you curfe
Haue felt the worft of Deaths deftroying hand,
And lye full low,grau'd in the hollow ground.
Aum, Is ^uß>ie, Greene^ and the Earle of Wiltfhire
dead i
Scroope, Yea,all of them at Briftow loft their heads.
Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power.?
Rich. No matter where ; of comfort no man fpeake :
Let's talke of Graues,of Wörmes,and Epitaphs,
Make Duft our Paper, and with Raynie eyes
Write Sorrow on the Bofome of the Earth.
Let's chufe Executors,and talke of Wills î
And yet not fo ; for what can we bequeath,
Saue our depofed bodies to the ground.?
Our Lands,our Liues,and all are Bullingbrool^esy
And nothing can we call our owne, but Death,
And that fmall Modell of the barren Earth,
Which ferues as Pafte,and Couer to our Bones:
For Heauens fake let vs fit vpon the ground.
And tell fad ftories of the death of Kings:
How fome haue been depos'd, fome fiaine in warre.
Some haunted by the Ghofts they haue depos'd.
Some poyfon'd by their Wiues, fome fieeping 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 fits
Scoffing his State,and grinning at his Pompe,
Allowing him a breath,a little Scene,
To Monarchize,be fear'd,and kill with lookes,
Infufing him with felfe and vaine conceit,
As if this Flefti, which walls about our Life,
Were Braffe impregnable: and humor'd thus,
Comes at the laft,and with a little Pinne
Bores through his Caftle Walls,and farwell King.
Couer your heads,and mock not fiefh and blood
With folemne Reuerence : throw away Refpe£l:,
Tradition,Forme,and Ceremonious dutie.
For you haue but miftooke me all this while:
I liue with Bread like you, feele Want,
Tafte Griefe,need Friends: fubiefled thus,
How can you fay to me, I am a King ?
Carl.My Lord,wife men ne're waile their prefent woes.
But prefently preuent the wayes to waile :
To feare the Foe,fince feare opprefiTeth ftrength,
Giues in your weakenefiTe,ftrength vnto your Foe;
Feare,and be fiaine,no worfe can come to fight.
And fight and die,is death deftroying death.
Where fearing,dying,payes death feruile breath.
Aum, My Father hath a Power,enquire of him.
And learne to make a Body of a Limbe.
R/rb.Thou chid'ft me welhproud ^ullingbrool^ I come
To change Blowes with thee, for our day of Doome :
This ague fit of feare is ouer-blowne,
An eafie taske it is to winne our owne.
Say ÄToo/je,where lyes our Vnckle with his Power?
Speake fweetly man,although thy lookes be fowre.
Scroope. Men iudge by the complexion of the Skie
The ftate and inclination of the day;
So may you by my dull and heauie Eye :
My Tongue hath but a heauier Tale to fay;
I play the Torturer,by fmall and fmall
To lengthen out the worft,that muft be fpoken.
Your Vnckle Torl(e is ioyn'd with BuUingbrool^y
And all your Northerne Caftles yeelded vp,
And all your Southerne Gentlemen in Armes
Vpon his Faéiion.
Rich. Thou haft faid enough.
Beftirew thee Coufin, which didft lead me forth
Of that fweet way I was in,to defpaire :
What fay you now ? What comfort haue we now í
By Heauen He hate him euerlaftingly,
That bids me be of comfort any more.
Goe to Flint Caftle,there He pine away,
A King,Woes fiaue,ihall Kingly Woe obey:
That Power I haue,difcharge,and let'em goe
To eare the Land, that hath fome hope to grow.
For I haue none. Let no man fpeake againe
To alter this,for counfaile is but vaine.
Aum. My Liege, one word.
Rich. He does me double wrong.
That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.
Difcharge my followers : let them hence away.
From Richards Night,to Bullingbrool^s faire Day.
Exeunt,
Sc ana Tertia.
Enter with Drum and ColourSy'Bullingbrool^ey
Yorl^y Northumberland, Attendants,
'Bull. So that by this intelligence we learne
The Welchmen are difpers'd,and Salisbury
Is gone to meet the King,who lately landed
With fome few priuate friends, vpon thisCoaft.
North. The newes is very faire and good,my Lord,
RichardyTiot hnt from hence, hath hid his head.
Torkj It would befeeme the Lord Northumberland,
To fay King Richard: alack the heauie day.
When fuch a facred King ihould hide his head.
North. Your Grace miftakes : onely to be briefe,
Left I his Title out.
TorJ^. The time hath beene,
Would you haue beene fo briefe with him,he would
Haue beene fo briefe with you, to fiiorten you,
For taking fo the Head,your whole heads length.
Bull, Miftake not (Vnckle) farther then you ihould.
Torl^. Take not(good Coufin)farther then you ihould.
Leaft you miftake the Heauens are ore your head.
Bull, I know it( Vnckle)and oppofe not my felfe
Againft their will. But who comes here?
Enter Tercie.
Welcome Harry:what,w\\l not this Caftle yeeld/*
Per. The Caftle royally is mann'd,my Lord,
Againft thy entrance.
Bull. Roy-
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36 T^he Ufe and death of '^chard the fécond.
Bull. Royally Í Why,It centaines no King?
Per. Yes (my good Lord)
It doth centaine a King : King Richard lyes
Within the limits of yond Lime and Stone,
And with him,the Lord AumerleyLorá Salühuryy
Sir Stephen Scroope, befides a Clergie man
Of holy reuerence 5 who,I cannot learne.
North. Oh,belike it is the Bilhop of Carlile.
^ull. Noble Lord,
Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Caftle,
Through Brazen Trumpet fend the breath of Parle
Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer :
Henry BulUngbrookp vpon his knees doth kifle
King Rkhardi hand,and fends allégeance
And true faith of heart to his Royall Perfon: hither come
Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,
Prouidedjthat my Banilhment repealM,
And Lands reilor*d againe,be freely graunted :
If not. He vfe th'aduantage of my Power,
And lay the Summers duft with ihowers of blood,
Rayn'd from the wounds of flaughter'd Engliihmen;
The which, how farre off from the mind oí BuUingbroo}^
It is, fuch Crimfon Tempeft ihould bedrench
The freih grcene Lap of faire King Richards Land,
My ftooping dutie tenderly ihall ihew.
Goe fignifie as much, while here we march
Vpon the Graflie Carpet of this Plaine:
Let's march without the noyfe of threatning Drum,
That from this Caftles tatter'd Battlements
Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd.
Me thinkes King Richard and my feife ihould meet
With no leife terror then the Elements
Of Fire and Water, when their thundring fmoake
At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen :
Be he the fire,He be the yeelding Watery •
The Rage be his, while on the Earth I raine
My Waters on the Earth, and not on him.
March on,and marke King Richard how he lookes.
Parle xvithout^ and anfwere rpithin : then a Flourißy,
Enter on the JVallsy Richardy Carliky Aumerle, Scroop,
Salisbury.
See, fee, King Richard doth himfelfe appeare
As doth the blufhing difcontented Sunne,
From out the fierie Portall of the Eaft,
When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent
To dimme his glory, and to ftaine the trait
Of his bright palTage to the Occident.
Yor]{^. Yet lookes he like a King : behold his Eye
(As bright as is the Eagles) lightens forth
Controlling Maieftie : alack,alack,for woe.
That any harme Ihould ftaine fo faire a fhew.
Rich. Wee are amaz'd,and thus long haue we ftood
To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,
Becaufe we thought our felfe thy lawfull King:
And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget
To pay their awful! dutie to our prefence?
If we be not, fhew vs the Hand of God,
That hath difmifs'd vs from our Stewardlhîp,
For well wee know,no Hand of Blood and Bone
Can gripe the facred Handle of our Scepter,
VnlelTe he doe prophane,fteale,or vfurpe.
And though you thinke,that all,as you haue done,
Haue torne their Soûles, by turning them from vs,
And we are barren, and bereft of Friends :
Yet know,my Mafter,God Omnipotent,
Is muftring in his Clouds, on our behalfe.
Armies of Peftilence, and they ihall ftrlke
Your Children yet vnborne,and vnbegot.
That lift your Vaifall Hands againft my Head,
And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne.
Tell ^uUingbroohpy for yond me thinkes he is,
That euery ftride he makes vpon my Land,
Is dangerous Treafon : He is come to ope
The purple Teftament of bleeding Warre ;
But ere the Crowne he lookes for,liue in peace.
Ten thoufand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes
Shall ill become the flower of Englands face.
Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace
To Scarlet Indignation, and bedew
Her Paftors Grafle with faithfull Englííh Blood.
North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King
Should fo with ciuill and vnciuill Armes
Be ruih'd vpon : Thy thrice-noble Coufln,
Harry Bullingbrool^eyàoxh humbly kiíTe thy hand.
And by the Honorable Tombe he fweares,
That ftands vpon your Royall Grandfires Bones,
And by the Royalties of both your Bloods,
(Currents that fpring from one moft gracious Head)
And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt y
And by the Worth and Honor of himfelfe,
Compriiing all that may be fworne, or faid,
His comming hither hath no further fcope,
Then for his Lineall Royalties,and to begge
Infranchifement immediate on his knees :
Which on thy Royall partie graunted once,
His glittering Armes be will commend to'Ruft,
His barbed Steedes to Stables, and his heart
To faithfull feruice of your Maieftie :
This fweares he,as he is a Prince,is iuft.
And as I am a Gentleman,! credit him.
Rich. Northumberlandyizy thus : The King returnes,
His Noble Coufin is right welcome hither,
And all the number of his faire demands
Shall be accompliih'd without contradiction ;
With all the gracious vtterance thou haft,
Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
We doe debafe our felfe(Coufin)doe we not.
To locke fo poorely, and to fpeake fo faire ?
Shall we call back Northumberlandy and fend
Defiance to the Traytor,and fo die ?
Aum. No,good my Lord,let's fight with gentle words,
Till time lend friends,and friends their helpeful Swords.
Rich. Oh God,oh God, that ere this tongue of mine,
That layd the Sentence of dread Baniftiment
On yond prowd man, ihould take it off againe
With words of footh : Oh that I were as great
As is my Griefe, or lefler then my Name,
Or that I could forget what I haue beene.
Or not remember what I muft be now :
Sweirft thou prowd heart? He giue thee fcope to beat,
Since Foes haue fcope to beat both thee and me.
Aum. Northumberland comes backe from 'Bulling'
brookp'
Rich. What muft the King doe nowfmuft he fubmitf
The King /hall doe it : Muft he be depos'd Í
The King ihall be contented: Muft he loofe
The Name of King ? 0' Gods Name let it goe.
He giue my lewels for a fett of Beades,
My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage,
My gay Apparrell,for an Almes-mans Gowne,
My figur'd Goblets, for a Diih of Wood,
My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Stafle,
My
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My Subieéls,for a payre of carued Saints,
And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue,
A little little Graue,an obfcure Graue.
Or He be buryed in the Kings high-way.
Some way of common Trade, where Subieffs feet
May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head :
For on my heart they tread now,whileft 1 liue ;
And buryed once, why not vpon my Head f
tAutnerUythoii weep*ft(my tender-hearted Coufin)
Wee*le make foule Weather with defpifed Teares :
Our iighes,and they,ihall lodge the Summer Corne,
And make a Dearth in this rcuolting Land*
Or Ihall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
And make fome prettie Match, with Ihedding Teares?
As thus : to drop them ftill vpon one place,
Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
Within the Earth ; and therein lay'd, there lyes
Two Kinrmen,diggM their Graues with weeping Eyes?
Would not this ill,doe well? Well, well,I fee
I talke but idly, and you mock at mee.
Moft mightie Prince, my Lord Northumherlandy
What fayes King Bullinghrool{ef Will his Maieftle
Giue Richard leaue to Hue,till Richard die*?
You make a Legge,and 'DuUinghrool^e fayes I.
North. My Lord, in the bafe Court he doth attend
To fpeake with you, may it pleafe you to come downe.
Rich, Downe, downe I come, like gliipring Phaeton^
Wanting the manage of vnruly lades.
In the bafe Court? bafe Court,where Kings grow bafe,
To come atTraytors Calls,and doe them Grace.
In the bafe Court come down: down Court, down King,
For night-Owls Ihrike,where moiiting Larks Ihould ling.
Tiull. What fayes his Maieftie?
North. Sorrow,and griefe of heart
Makes him fpeake fondly,like a frantick man:
Yet he is come.
'Dull. Stand all apart,
And Ihew faire dutie to his Maieftie.
My gracious Lord.
Rich. Faire Coufin,
You debafe your Princely Knee,
To make the bafe Earth prowd with kiffing it.
Me rather had, my Heart might feele your Loue,
Then my vnpIeasM Eye fee your Courtefie.
Vp Coufin, vp, your Heart is vp,l know,
Thus high at leaft, although your Knee be low.
Bull. My gracious Lord, I come but for mine
owne.
Rich. Your owne is yours, and I am yours, and
all.
Bull. So farre be mine,my moft redoubted Lord,
As my true feruice lhall deferue your loue.
Rich. Well you deferuM :
They well deferue to haue.
That know the ftrong'ft, and fureft way to get.
Vnckle giue me your Hand : nay,drie your Eyes,
Teares ihew their Loue, but want their Remedies.
Coufin,I am too young to be your Father,
Though you are old enough to be my Heire.
What you will haue,He giue,and willing to,
For doe we mufl:,what force wifl haue vs doe.
Set on towards London ;
Coufin, is it lb?
Dull. Yea,my good Lord.
Rich. Then I muft not fay, no.
Flourifi. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Enter the Qmeneyand two Ladies.
2«. What fport lhall we deuife here in this Garden,
To driue away the heauie thought of Care?
La. Madame, wee*le play at Bowles,
jg«.'Twill make me thinke the World is full of Rubs,
And that my fortune runnes againft the Eyas.
La. Madame, wee'le Dance.
¿lu. My Legges can keepe no meafure in Delight,
When my poore Heart no meafure keepes in Griefe.
Therefore no Dancing(Girle^fome other fport.
La. Madame,wee'le tell Tales.
¿lu. Of Sorrow, or of Griefe ?
La. Of eyther, Madame.
¿lu. Of neyther,Girle.
For if of Icy, being altogether wanting.
It doth remember me the more of Sorrow?
Or if of Griefe, being altogether had,
It addes more Sorrow to my want of Icy:
For what 1 haue, I need not to repeat^
And what I want, it bootes not to complalne.
La. Madame,lie fing.
^u.'Tis well that thou haft caufe :
But thou ihould'ft pleafe me better,would'ft thou weepe.
La. I could weepe,Madame, would it doe you good.
¿lu. And I could fing,would weeping doe me good.
And neuer borrow any Teare of thee»
Enter a Gardiner ^and two Seruants.
But ftay,here comes the Gardiners,
Let's ftep into the ihadow of thefe Trees.
My wretchedneiTejVnto a Rowe of Pinnes,
They'le talke of State: for euery one doth fo,
Againft a Change} Woe is fore-runne with Woe.
Card. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks,
Which like vnruly Children,make their Syre
Stoupe with oppreffion of their prodigall weight;
Giue fome fupportance to the bending twigges»
Goe thou, and like an Executioner
Cut oft'the heads of too faft growing fprayes,
That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth r
All muft be euen,in our Gouernment.
You thus imploy'd, 1 will goe root away
The noyfome Weedes,that without profit fucke
The Soyles fertilitie from wholefome flowers.
Ser. Why ihould we,in the compafle of a Pale,
Keepe Law and Forme,and due Proportion,
Shewing as in a Modell our firme Eftate ?
When our Sea-walled Garden, the whole Landi,
Is full of WeedeSjher faireft Flowers choakt vp.
Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd,her Hedges ruin'd,
Her Knots diforder'd,an<i her wholefome Hearbea.
Swarming with Caterpillers.
Gard. Hold thy peace.
He that hath fuíFer'd this diforder'd Spring,
Hath now himfelfe met with the Fall of Leafe.
The Weeds that his broad-fpreading Leaues did ihelter.
That feem'djin eating him,to hold him vp,
Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbroo^ :
I meane,the Barle of BußoieyGreene.
d iSer.What,
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38 The Life and Death ofT¿chard the Second.
Ser. What are they dead ?
Gard. They are,
And TdulUngbrooke hath felz'd the waftefull King.
Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not fo trim*d
And dreft his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare,
And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit-trees,
Leaft being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood,
With too much riches it confound it felfe?
Had he done fo, to great and growing men,
They might haue liuM to beare, and he to tafte
Their fruités of dutie. Superfluous branches
We lop away,that bearing boughes may liue;
Had he done fo, himfelfe had borne the Crowne,
Which wafte and idle houres,hath quite thrown downe.
Ser. What thinke you the King ihall be deposed ?
Gar. Depreft he is already,and deposed
'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came laft night
To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,
That tell blacke tydings.
¿tf.Oh I am preft to death through want of fpeaking:
Thou old Adams likenefle, fet to dreíTe this Garden :
How dares thy harih rude tongue found this vnpleafing
What Eue? what Serpent hath fuggefted thee, (newes
To make a fécond fall of curfed man?
Why do'ft thou fay, King %ichard is depos'd,
Dar'ft thou, thou little better thing then earth,
Diuine his downfall ? Say, where, when,and how
Cam'ft thou by this ill-tydings? Speake thou wretch.
Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
To breath thefe newesj yet what I fay, is true j
King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Of BuUingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:
In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himfelfe,
And fome few Vanities, that make him light:
But in the Ballance of great BullingbrooJ^e,
Befides himfelfe, are all the Engliih Peeres,
And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.
Porte you to London, and you'l finde it fo,
I fpeake no more, then euery one doth know.
¿lu. Nimble mifchance,that art fo light of foote.
Doth not thy Embaflage belong to me ?
And am I laft that knowes it? Oh thou think'ft
To ferue me laft, that I may longeft keepe
Thy forrow in my breaft. Come Ladies goe,
To meet at London,Londons King in woe.
What was I borne to this : that my fad looke,
Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbroobe.
Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,
I would the Plants thou grafc'lh, may neuer grow. Sxit.
G.Poore Queen, fo that thy State might be no worfe,
I would my skill were fubiedl to thy curfe:
Heere did Ihe drop a tcare, heere in this place
He fet a Banke of Rew, fowre Herbe ofGrace:
Rue, eu'n for ruth,heere rtiortly lhall be feene,
In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene. Exit.
ABus Quartus. Scœna Trima.
Enter as to the Parliament, T3ullingbroo\e, Aumerle, Nor¬
thumberland, fercie, Fit%-lVater, Surrey,Qarlile, Abbot
of Weßminßer. Herauld, Officers, and Bagot.
Œullingbrool^. Call forth Bagot.
Now Bagot, freely fpeake thy minde.
What thou do'ft know of Noble Gloufters death :
Who wrought it with the King, and who perform'd
The bloody Office of his Timeiefle end.
Bag. Then fet before my face, the hotàAumerle.
Bul, Cofin,ftand forth,and looke vpon that man.
Bag. My Lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Scornes to vnfay, what it hath once deliuer'd.
In that dead time, when Gloufters death was plotted,
I heard you fay, Is not my arme of length.
That reacheth from the reftfull Engliih Court
As farre as Callis, to my Vnkles head.
Amongft much other talke, that very time,
I heard you fay, that you had rather refuie
The öfter of an hundred thoufand Crownes,
Then Bullingbroobes returne to England } adding withall.
How bleft this Land would be,in this your Cofins death.
Aum. Princes,and Noble Lords:
What anfwer ihall I make to this bafe man ?
Shall I fo much diihonor my faire Starres,
On equall termes to giue him chafticement?
Either I muft,or haue mine honor foyl'd
With th'Attaindor of his iland'rous Lippes.
There is my Gage, the manuall Scale of death
That markes thee out for Hell. Thou lyeft,
And will maintaine what thou haft faid, is falfe,
In thy heart blood, though being all too bafe
To ftaine the temper of my Knightly fword.
Bui. Bagot forbeare, thou ihalt not take it vp.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the bell
In all this prefence, that hath mou'd me fo.
Fit%. If that thy valour ftand on fympathize :
There is my Gage, Aumerle, in Gage to thine :
By that faire Sunne, that Ihewes me where thou ftand'ft,
I heard thee fay (and vauntingly thou fpak'ft it)
That thou wer't caufe of Noble Gloufters death.
If thou denieft it, twenty times thou lyeft.
And I will turne thy falihood to thy hart.
Where it was forged with my Rapiers point.
Aum. Thou dar'ft not (Coward) liue to fee the day.
Fifz. Now by my Soule, I would it were this houre.
Aum. Fitzifater thou art damn'd to hell for this.
Per. Aumerle, thou lye'ft : his Honor is as true
In this Appeale, as thou art all vniuft:
And that thou art fo, there I throw my Gage
To proue it on thee, to th'extreameft point
Of mortall breathing. Seize it, if thou dar'ft.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off".
And neuer brandiíh more reuengefull Steele,
Quer the glittering Helmet of my Foe.
Surrey. My Lord Fitz-tvater :
I do remember well, the very time
sAumerle^ and you did talke.
Fitos. My Lord,
'Tis very true : You were in prefence then,
And you can witnefte with me, this is true.
Surrey. As falfe, by heauen.
As Heauen it felfe is true.
Fit%. Surrey, thou Lyeft.
Surrey. Diftionourable Boy;
That Lye, ftiall lie fo heauy on my Sword,
That it ftiall render Vengeance, and Reuenge,
Till thou the Lye-giuer, and that Lye, doe lye
In earth as quiet, as thy Fathers Scull.
In proofe whereof, there is mine Honors pawne,
Engage it to the Triall, if thou dar'ft,
Fit%.
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Fttzvp, How fondly do^ft thou fpurre a forward Horfe?
If I dare eate,or drinke,or breathe,or liue,
I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernefle,
And fpit vpon him, whiieft I fay he Lyes,
And Lyes,and Lyes: there is my Bond of Faith,
To tye thee to my ftrong Correilion.
As I intend to thriue in this new World,
AumerU is guiltie of my true Appeale.
Befides,I heard the banilhM Norfoll^e fay.
That thou AumerU didft fend two of thy men,
To execute the Noble Dulce at Callis,
Aum. Some honeft Chriftian truft me with a Gage,
That NorfolJ^e lyes ; here doe I throw downe this,
If he may be repealed, to trie his Honor.
Thefe differences ffiall all reft vnder Gage,
Till NorfoU^e be repeaPd : repeafd he ihali be 5
And(though mine Enemie)reftorM againe
To all his Lands and Seignories: when hee's returned,
Againft AumerU we will enforce his Tryali.
Carl, That honorable day lhall ne're be feene.
Many a time hath banifti'd Norfolke fought
For lefu Chrift, in glorious Chriftian field
Streaming the Enfigne of the Chriftian Crofle,
Againft black Pagans,Turkes,and Saracens:
And toyl'd with workes of Warre, retyrid himfelfe
To Italy, and there at Venice gaue
His Body to that pleafant Countries Earth,
And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Chrift,
Vnder whofe Colours he had fought fo long.
Bull. Why Biihopjis NorfoU^ dead?
Carl. As fure as I liue,my Lord.
Bull, Sweet peace conduft his fweet Soule
To the Bofome of good old Abraham.
Lords Appealants,your diffêreces íhal all reft vnder gage.
Till we affigne you to your dayes of Tryall.
Erter Torke.
Yorl{e. Great Duke of Lancafter,I come to thee
From plume-pluckt 'Bfchardy who with willing Soule
Adopts thee Heire,and his high Scepter yeelds
To the poffeflion of thy Royall Hand.
Afcend his Throne, defcending now from him,
And long liue Henrythat Name the Fourth.
'Bull. In Gods Name, lie afcend the Regall Throne.
Carl. Mary, Heauen forbid.
Worft in this Royall Prefence may I fpeake,
Yet beft befeeming me to fpeake the truth.
Would God, that any in this Noble Prefence
Were enough Noble,to be vpright ludge
Of Noble Richard: then true Nobleneffe would
Learne him forbearance from fo foule a Wrong.
What Subieél can giue Sentence on his King í
And who fits here, that is not Richards Subie¿lí
Theenes are not ¡udg'd,but they are by to heare.
Although apparant guilt be feene in them :
And lhall the figure of Gods Maieftie,
His Captaine,Steward,Deputie elefl,
Anoynted,Crown*d,planted many yeeres.
Be iudg'd by fubie«ft,and inferior breathe,
And he himfelfe not prefent? Oh, forbid it,God,
That in a Chriftian Climate, Soules refin'de
Should Ihew fo heynous,black,obfcene a deed.
I fpeake to Subiefts,and a Subie^t fpeakes.
Stirred vp by Heauen, thus boldly for his King.
My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call King,
Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King.
And if you Crowne him, let me prophecie,
The blood of Engliih fliall manure the ground,
And future Ages groane for his foule A6I.
Peace lhall goe ileepe with Turkes and Infidels,
And in this Seat of Peace, tumultuous Warres
Shall Kinne with Kinne,and Kinde with Kinde confound.
Diforder, Horror, Feare,and Mutinie
Shall here inhabite,and this Land be callM
The field of Golgotha,and dead mens Sculls.
Oh, if you reare this Houfe, againft this Houfe
It will the wofulleft Diuifion proue.
That euer fell vpon this curfed Earth.
Preuent it, refift it,and let it not be fo,
Leaft Child, Childs Children cry againft you, Woe.
North. Well haue you argu'd Sir: and for your paines.
Of Capitall Treafon we arreft you here.
My Lord of Weftminfter,be it your charge.
To keepe him fafely,till his day of Tryall.
May it pleafe you,Lords,to grant the Commons Suit?
Bull. Fetch hither 'Rjchard^thzt in common view
He may furrender : fo we lhall proceede
Without fufpition.
Tarife. I will be his Conduft. Exit.
®«//. Lords,you that here are vnder our Arreft,
Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Anfwer :
Little are we beholding to your Loue,
And little looked for at your helping Hands.
Enter 'Richard and Torl^e,
Rich. Alack, why am I fent for to a King,
Before I haue Ihooke off" the Regall thoughts
Wherewith I reignM ? I hardly yet haue learn*d
To infinuate,flatter,bowe,and bend my Knee.
Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me
To this fubmilfion. Yet I well remember
The fauors of thefe men : were they not mine?
Did they not fometime cry, All hayle to me?
So ludas did to Chrift: but he in twelue.
Found truth in all,but one;I,in twelue thoufand,none.
God faue the King: will no man fay,Amen?
Am I both Prieft,and Clarke? well then. Amen,
God faue the King,although I be not hee :
And yet Amen,if Heauen doe thinke him mee.
To doe what feruice, am I fent for hither f
Tor^e. To doe that office of thine owne good will,
Which tyred Maieftie did make thee offer:
The Refignation of thy State and Crowne
To Henry BulUngbrool^e.
Äki6.Giue me the Crown.Here Coufin,feize y Crown:
Here Coufin,on this fide my Hand,on that fide thine.
Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well,
That owes two Buckets, filling one another.
The emptier euer dancing in the ayre.
The other downe,vnfeene,and full of Water:
That Bucket downe,and full of Teares am I,
Drinking my Griefes,whirft you mount vp on high.
Bull. I thought you had been willing to refigne.
Rich. My Crowne I am, but ftill my Griefes are mine:
You may my Glories and my State depofe,
But not my Griefes; ftill am I King of thofe.
Bv//. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne.
Rich. Your Cares fet vp,do not pluck my Cares downe.
My Care,is lolle of Care, by old Care done,
Your Care, is gaine of Care, by new Care wonne :
The Cares I giue,I haue, though giuen away,
They *tend the Crowne, yet ftill with me they ftay:
Bull. Are you contented to refigne the Crowne ?
d* 2 Rich. I,
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Rich, I,no} no,I:for I muft nothing bee:
Therefore no,no,for I refigne to thee.
Now, marke me how I will vndoe my felfe.
I giue this heauie Weight from off" my Head,
And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand, ^
The pride of Kingly fway from out my Heart.
With mine owne Teares I waih away my Balme,
With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne,
With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State,
With mine owne Breath releafe all dutious Oathesj
All Pompe and Maieftie I doe forfweare :
My Manors, Rents, Reuenues, I forgoej
My Adls,Decrees,and Statutes I denie ;
God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee,
God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee.
Make me,that nothing haue,with nothing grieuM,
And thou with all pleasM,that haft all atchieu'd.
Long may'ft thou liue in Richards Seat to fit.
And foone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit.
God faue King /f<fw;^,vn-King'd Richard ízyeSf
And fend him many yeercs of Sunne-ihine dayes.
What more remaines?
North. No more : but that you reade
Thefe Accufations, and thefe grieuous Crymes,
Committed by your Perfon, and your followers,
Againft the State,and Profit of this Land :
That by confeffing them, the Soules of men
May deeme, that you are worthily deposed.
Rich, Muft I doe ío? and muft I rauell out
My weauM-vp follyes? Gentle Northumberlandy
If thy Offences were vpon Record,
Would it not ftiame thee,in fo faire a troupe,
To reade a Le£ture of them ? If thou would'ft,
There ihould'ft thou finde one heynous Article,
Contayning the depofing of a King,
And cracking the ftrong Warrant of an Oath,
Mark'd with a Blot,damnM in the Booke of Heauen.
Nay,all of you, that ftand and looke vpon me,
Whirft that my wretchedneffe doth bait my felfe,
Though fome of you, with P/Z^ri^jwalh your hands,
Shewing an outward pirtie : yet you Pilâtes
Haue here deliuer'd me to my fowre Croffe,
And Water cannot waih away your finne.
North. My Lord difpatch,reade o're thefe Articles.
Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares,I cannot fee:
And yet falt-Water blindes them not fo much,
But they can fee a fort of Traytors here.
Nay,if I turne mine Eyes vpon my felfe,
I finde my felfe a Traytor with the reft :
For I haue giuen here my Soules confent,
T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King ;
Made Glory bafe j a Soueraigntie,a Slaue ;
Prowd Maieftie, a Subie£l 5 State,a Pefant.
North. My Lord.
Rich. No Lord of thine, thou haught-infulting man;
No,nor no mans Lord : I haue no Name,no Title;
No,not that Name was giuen me at the Font,
But 'tis vfurpt : alack the heauie day.
That I haue worne fo many Winters out,
And know not now, what Name to call my felfe.
Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow,
Standing before the Sunne oî'Dullinghrook^y
To melt my felfe away in Water-drops.
Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,
And if my word be Sterling yet in England,
Let it command a Mirror hither ftraight.
That it may ihew me what a Face I haue,
Since it is Bankrupt of his Maieftie.
'Dull. Goe fome of you, and fetch a Looking-Glaffe.
iV"(?rr¿>.Read o're this Paper, while y Glaffe doth come.
P/Vi). Fiend,thou torments me, ere 1 come to Hell.
Bull.Vr^t it no more,my Lord Northumberland.
North.Tht Commons will not then be fatisfy'd.
Rich.They Ihall be fatisfy'd : He reade enough,
When I doe fee the very Booke indeede.
Where all my finnes are writ, and that's my felfe.
Enter one voith a Glajfe.
Giue me that Glaffe, and therein will I reade.
No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow ftrucke
So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine.
And made no deeper Wounds.? Oh flatt'ring Glaffe,
Like to my followers in profperitie,
Thou do'ft beguile me. Was this Face, the Face
That euery day, vnder his Houfe-hold Roofe,
Did keepe ten thoufand men ? Was this the Face,
That like the Sunne, did make beholders winke ?
Is this the Face,which fac'd fo many follyes.
That was at laft out-fac'd by BulUngbrool^}
A brittle Glory ftiineth in this Face,
As brittle as the Glory, is the Face,
For there it is, crackt in an hundred ftiiuers.
Marke filent King, the Morall of this fport.
How foone my Sorrow hath deftroy'd my Face.
Bull. The ftiadow of your Sorrow hath deftroy'd
The ftiadow of your Face.
Rich. Say that againe.
The ftiadow of my Sorrow: ha, let's fee,
'Tis very true, my Griefe lyes all within,
And thefe externall manner of Laments,
Are meerely ihadowes,to the vnfeene Griefe,
That fwells with filence in the tortur'd Soule.
There lyes the fubftance : and I thanke thee King
For thy great bountie,that not onely giu'ft
Me caufe to wayle, but teacheft me the way
How to lament the caufe. He begge one Boone,
And then be gone, and trouble you no more.
Shall I obtainç it í
Bull. Name it, faire Coufin.
RJch. Faire Coufin ? I am greater then a King:
For when I was a King, my flatterers
Were then but fubiedts; being now a fubie«ft,
J haue a King here to my flatterer :
Being fo great,I haue no neede to begge.
Dull. Yet aske.
Rich. And ftiall I haue í
Dull. You ihall.
Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe.
Bull. Whither?
Rich. Whither you wilI,fo I were from your fights.
Bull. Goe fome of you,conuey him to the Tower.
Rich. Oh good: conuey: Conueyers are you all.
That rife thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.
Dull.On Wednefday next, we folemnly fet downe
Our Coronation; Lords, prepare your felues. Exeunt.
Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.
Carl.Tht Woes to come,the Children yet vnborne.
Shall feele this day as ftiarpe to them as Thorne.
tAum. You holy Clergie-men, is there no Plot
To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot.
tAbbot.Bcioxt I freely fpeake my minde herein,
You ftiall not onely take the Sacrament,
To bury mine intents, but alfo to efledl
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What euer I ihall happen to deuife.
1 fee your Browes are full of Difcontent,
Your Heart of Sorrow,and your Eyes of Teares,
Come home with me to Supper, lie lay a Plot
Shall Ihew vs all a merry day. Exeunt.
A6tus Quintus. ScenaDrima.
Enter Sueene,and Ladies.
Qu. This way the King will come: this is the way
To luitué Ceejars ill-erefted Tower :
To whofe flint Bofome,my condemned Lord
Is doom'd a Prifoner, by prowd 'BuUingirooi^e.
Here let vs reft, if this rebellious Earth
Haue any refting for her true Kings Qi^eene.
Enter Richard, and Quard.
But foft, but fee, or rather doe not fee,
My faire Rofe wither : yet looke vp ; behold,
That you in pittie may diflblue to dew,
And walh him frelh againe with true.loue Teares.
Ah thou,the Modell where old Troy did ftand,
Thou Mappe of Honor, thou King Richards Tombe,
And not King Richard: thou moft beauteous Inne,
Why Ihould hard-fauor'd Griefe be lodg'd in thee.
When Triumph is become an Ale-houfe Gueft.
Rich. loyne not with griefe,faire Woman, do notfo.
To make my end too fudden : learne good Soule,
To thinke our former State a happie Dreame,
From which awak'd,the truth of what we are,
Shewes vs but this. I am fworne Brother(Sweet)
To grim Neceflitie ; and hee and I
Will keepe a League till Death, High thee to France,
And Cloyfter thee in fome Religious Houfe :
Our holy Hues muft winne a new Worlds Crowne,
Which our prophane houres here haue ftricken downe,
Qu. What, is my Richard both in fliape and minde
Transformed,and weaken'di Hath Bullinghroohe
Depos'd thine Intelleil ? hath he beene in thy Heart ?
The Lyon dying,thrufteth forth his Paw,
And wounds the Earth, if nothing elfe, with rage
To be o're-powr'd : and wilt thou,Pupill-like,
Take thy Corredtion mildly, kifle the Rodde,
And fawne on Rage with bafe Humilitie,
Which art a Lyon, and a King of Beafts ?
Rich. A King of Beafts indeed: if aught but Beafts,
I had beene ftill a happy King of Men.
Goodffometime Quecne)prepare thee hence for France;
Thinke I am dead, and that euen here thou tak'ft.
As from my Death-bed,my laft liuing leaue.
In Winters tedious Nights fit by the fire
With good old folkes, and let them tell thee Tales
Of wofull Ages, long agoe betide :
And ere thou bid good-night, to quit their griefe.
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me.
And fend the hearers weeping to their Beds :
For why? the fencelefle Brands will fympathize
The heauie accent of thy mouing Tongue,
And in compaflion, weepe the fire out:
And fome will mourne in aflies,fome coale-black.
For the depofing of a rightfull King.
Enter Northumberland.
North.My Lord,the mind of Butiingtroo^e is chang'd.
You muft to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower.
And Madame, there is order ta'ne for you :
With all fwift fpeed,you muft away to France.
Rich. Northumberland,show Ladder wherewithal!
The mounting 'Bullinghroot^e afcends my Throne,
The time lhall not be many houres of age.
More then it is,ere foule finne, gathering head.
Shall breake into corruption : thou flialt thinke.
Though he diuide the Realme,and giue thee hälfe.
It is too little,helping him to all :
He lhall thinke, that thou which know'ft the way
To plant vnrightfull Kings,wilt know againe.
Being ne're fo little vrg'd another way.
To pluck him headlong from the vfurped Throne.
The Loue of wicked friends conuerts to Feare ;
That Feare, to Hate ; and Hate turnes one,or both.
To worthie Danger,and deferued Death.
North. My guilt be on my Head,and there an end :
Take leaue,and part,for you muft part forthwith.
Rich. Doubly diuorc'd?(bad men) ye violate
A two-fold Marriage;'twixt my Crowne,and me.
And then betwixt me, and my marryed Wife.
Let me vn-kifle the Oath 'twixt thee, and me ;
And yet not fo,for with a Kifle'twas made.
Part y%,Northumberland: I,towards the North,
Where Ihiuering Cold and Sicknefle pines the Clyme :
My Queene to France : from whence,fet forth in pompe.
She came adorned hither like fweet May;
Sent back like Kollowmas,or Ihort'ft of day,
Qu. And muft we be diuided ? muft we part ?
Rich. I,hand from hand(my Loue)and heart fro heart.
Qu. Banilh vs both,and fend the King with me.
North. That were fome Loue,but little Pollicy.
Qu. Then whither he goes,thither let me goe.
Rich. So two together weeping, make one Woe.
Weepe thou for me in France; I, for thee heere :
Better farre off, then neere,be ne're the neere,
Goe,count thy Way with Sighes ; I, mine with Groanes.
Qu. So longeft Way lhall haue the longeft Moanes.
I^lcA.Twice for one ftep He groane,y Way being Ihort,
And peece the Way out with a heauie heart.
Come,come,in wooing Sorrow let's be briefe.
Since wedding it,there is fuch length in Griefe :
One Kifle lhall flop our mouthes, and dumbely part ;
Thus giue I mine,and thus take I thy heart.
Qu. Giue me mine owne againe:'twere no good part.
To take on me to keepe, and kill thy heart.
So,now I haue mine owne againe,be gone.
That I may ftriue to kill it with a groane.
Rich.We make Woe wanton with this fond delay:
Once more adieu; the reft,let Sorrow fay. Exeunt.
Sccena Secunda.
Enter Yorh^^and bü Duchejfe.
Duch. My Lord,you told me you would tell the reft,
When weeping made you breake the ftory off,
Of our two Coufins comming into London.
Yarl^e, Where did I leaue?
Duch. At that fad ftoppe,my Lord,
Where rude mif-gouernM hands, from Windowes tops,
Threw duft and rubbiih on King Ricbardi head#
d 3 Yor]^.Th.tn
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42 'The Life and Death of Tachará the Second.
Tor\e. Then,as I faid, the Duke,great®«///«^érô<»^tf,
Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed,
Which his afpiring Rider feem'd to know,
With flow, but ftately pace, kept on his courfe:
While all tongues cride, God faue thee Bullingbrool^e.
You would haue thought the very windowes fpake,
So many greedy lookes of yong and old,
Through Cafements darted their defiring eyes
Vpon his vifage : and that all the walles,
With painted Imagery had faid at once,
lefu preferue thee, welcom BuUingbroof^e.
Whiril he, from one fide to the other turning.
Bare headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke,
Befpake them thus : I thanke you Countrimen :
And thus fliU doing, thus he pafl along.
^utcb. Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whllft?
Torf^. As in a Theater, the eyes of men
After a well gracM Adtor leaues the Stage,
Are idlely bent on him that enters next.
Thinking his prattle to be tedious :
Euen fo, or with much more contempt, mens eyes
Did fcowle on %icbard : no man cride, God faue him :
No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home.
But dull was throwne vpon his Sacred head.
Which with fuch gentle forrow he Ihooke off,
His face ftill combating with teares and fmiles
(The badges of his greefe and patience)
That had not God (for fome ftrong purpofe) fteei'd
The hearts of men, they muft perforce haue melted,
And Barbarifme it felfe haue pittied him.
But heauen hath a hand in thefe euents.
To whoie high will we bound our calme contents.
To 'Bullingbrooi^y are we fworne Sub¡e¿ls now,
Whofe State, and Honor, I for aye allow.
Enter ^AumerU.
Dut, Heere comes my fonne Aumerle.
Tor. Aumerle that was.
But that is loft, for being Richards Friend.
And Madam, you muft call him Rutland now:
I am in Parliament pledge for his truth.
And lafting feaJtie to the new-made King.
Dut. Welcome my fonne : who are the Violets now,
That ftrew the greene lap of the new-come Spring í
Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one.
Torj^i.Well, beare you well in this new-fpring of time
Leaft you be cropt before you come to prime.
What newes from Oxford? Hold thofe lufts & Triumphs?
Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do.
Vorige. You will be there I know.
Aum. If God preuent not, I purpofe fo,
î^ôr.What Seale is that that hangs without thy bofom?
Yea, look'ft thou pale ? Let me fee the Writing.
Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing.
Tor^e. No matter then who lees it,
I will be fatisfied, let me fee the Writing.
Aum. I do befeech your Grace to pardon me.
It is a matter of fmall confequence,
Which for fome reafons I would not haue feene.
Vorige, Which for fome reafons fir,I meane to fee:
I feare, I feare.
Dut. What Ihould you feare?
'Tis nothing but fome bond, that he is enter'd into
For gay apparreil,againft the Triumph.
Tor\e. Bound to himfelfe? What doth he with a Bond
That he is bound to ? Wife, thou art a foole.
Boy, let me fee the Writing.
Aum. I do befeech you pardon me,I may not Ihew it.
Tor. I will be iatisfied:let me fee it I fay. Snatches it
Treafon, foule Treafon, Villaine,Traitor,Slaue.
Dut. What's the matter, my Lord ?
Torl^e. Hoa, who's within there ? Saddle my horfe.
Heauen for his mercy : what treachery is heere ?
Dut. Why,what is't my Lord?
Tor^e. Giue me my boots, I fay : Saddle my horfe :
Now by my Honor, my life, my troth,
I will appeach the Villaine.
Dut. What is the matter?
TorJ^. Peace foolilh Woman.
'Dut. I will not peace. What is the matter Sonne?
Aum. Good Mother be content, it is no more
Then my poore life muft anfwer.
Dut. Thy life anfwer ?
Enter Seruant xoith Boots.
Tor. Bring me my Boots, I will vnto the King.
Dut. Strike him Aumerle. Poore boy, y art amaz'd,
Hence Villaine, neuer more come in my light.
Tor. Giue me my Boots,! fay.
Dut. Why Yorke, what wilt thou do?
Wilt thou not hide the TrefpaflTe of thine owne ?
Haue we more Sonnes? Or are we like to haue ?
Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time?
And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age,
And rob me of a happy Mothers name?
Is he not like thee? Is he not thine owne?
Tor. Thou fond mad woman :
Wilt thou conceale this darke Confpiracy?
A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament,
And interchangeably fet downe their hands
To kill the King at Oxford,
Dut. He ihall be none :
Wee'l keepe him heere : then what is that to him^
Tor. Away fond woman : were hee twenty times my
Son, I would appeach him.
Dut. Hadft thou groan'd for him as I haue done.
Thou wouldeft be more pittifull :
But now I know thy minde j thou do'ft fufpeû
That I haue bene difloyall to thy bed,
And that he is a Baftard, not thy Sonne :
Sweet Yorke, fweet husband, be not of that minde :
He is as like thee,as a man may bee,
Not like to me, nor any of my Kin,
And yet I loue him.
Tor^e. Make way, vnruly Woman. Exit
Dut. After Aumerle. Mount thee vpon his horfe,
Spurre poft, and get before him to the King,
And begge thy pardon, ere he do accufe thee.
He not be long behind : though 1 be old,
1 doubt not but to ride as faftas Yorke:
And neuer will I rife vp from the ground.
Till Bullingbroolte haue pardon'd thee:Away be gone. Exit
Scœna 'Tertia.
Enter Bullingbroo\e, Percie,and other Lords.
Bui. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne ?
'Tis full three monthes fince I did fee him laft.
If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he,
I would to heauen(my Lords)he might be found:
Enquire at London,'mongft the Tauernes there :
For
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For there ('they fay) he dayly doth frequent.
With vnreftrained loofe Companions,
£uen fuch (they fay) as ftand in narrow Lanes,
And rob our Watch, and beate our paflengers.
Which he, yong wanton, and effeminate Boy
Takes on the point of Honor, to fupport
So diffolute a crew.
Per. My Lord, fome two dayes fince I faw the Prince,
And told him of thefe Triumphes held at Oxford.
Bui. And what faid the Gallant?
Per. His anfwer was: he would vnto the Stewes,
And from the common'!!: creature plucke a Gloue
And weare it as a fauour, and with that
He would vnhorfe the iuílieíl Challenger.
BuL As diffolute as defpVate, yet through both,
I fee fome fparkes of better hope ; which elder dayes
May happily bring forth* But who comes heere?
8nter Aumerle.
Aum. Where is the King?
®«/. What meanes our Cofin,that hee llares
And lookes fo wildely ?
Aum.Ooà faue your Grace. 1 do befeech your Maiefty
To haue fome conference with your Grace alone.
Bui. Withdraw your felues,and leaue vs here alone:
What is the matter with our Cofin now ?
Aum, For euer may my knees grow to the earth.
My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth,
Vnleffe a Pardon, ere I rife, or fpeake.
'BuL Intended, or committed was this fault?
If on the firft, how heynous ere it bee,
To win thy after loue, I pardon thee.
Aum. Then giue me leaue,that I may turne the key,
That no man enter, till my tale me done.
Bui. Haue thy defire. Yorl^e nithiu.
Tor. My Liege beware, looke to thy felfe.
Thou haft a Traitor in thy prefence there.
BuL Villaine, He make thee fafe,
Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou haft no caufe
to feare.
Torl^e. Open the doore, fecure foole-hardy King :
Shall I for loue fpeake treafon to thy face?
Open the doore, or I will breake it open.
Enter TorJ^.
Bul.yfhzX is the matter(Vnkle)rpeak,recouer breath.
Tell vs how neere is danger.
That we may arme vs to encounter it.
Tor, Perufe this writing heere, and thou ihalt know
The reafon that my hafte forbids me lliow.
Aum. Remember as thou read'ft, thy promife paft:
I do repent me, reade not my name there.
My heart is not confederate with my hand.
Tor. It was (villaine) ere thy hand did fet it downe,
I tore it from the Traitors bofome. King.
Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence j
Forget to pitty him, leaft thy pitty proue
A Serpent, that will fting thee to the heart.
Bui. Oh heinous,ftrong,and bold Confpiracie,
O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne :
Thou Iheere, immaculate,and filuer fountaine,
From whence this ftreame, through muddy paffages
Hath had his current, and deftPd himfelfe.
Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad,
And thy abundant goodneffe Ihall excufe
This deadly blot, in thy dlgreffmg fonne.
Tor]{e. So ihall my Vertue be his Vices bawd.
And he ihall fpeod mine Honour, with his Shame ^
As thriftleffe Sonnes, their fcraping Fathers Gold*
Mine honor liues, when his diihonor dies,
Or my iham'd life, in his diihonor lies :
Thou kiii'ft me in his life, giuing him breath.
The Traitor liues, the true man's put to death.
Dutcheiïe tvithin.
Dut. What hoa(my Liege)for heauens ííke let me in.
Bui. What ihrill-voic'd Suppliant,makes this eager cry?
Dut. A woman, and thine Aunt (great King) 'tis I.
Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore,
A Begger begs, that neuer begg'd before.
BuL Our Scene is alter'd from a ferious thing,
And now chang'd to the Begger,and the King.
My dangerous Coiin, let your Mother in,
I know ihe's come, to pray for your foule fin*
Tor}^. If thou do pardon, whofoeuer pray.
More iinnes for this forgiueneffe,profper may.
This fefter'd ioynt cut off, the reft refts found,
This let alone, will all the reft confound.
Enter Dutchejfe.
Dut. O King, beleeue not this hard.hearted man,
Loue, louing not it felfe, none other can.
Tor. Thou franticke woman, what doft y make here,
Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare?
Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient,heare me gentle Liege*
Bul. Rife vp good Aunt.
Dut. Not yet, I thee befeech.
For euer will 1 kneele vpon my knees.
And neuer fee day, that the happy fees,
Till thou giue Joy : vntill thou bid me ioy,
By pardoning Rutland, my tranfgreffmg Boy.
Aum, Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee.
Tor/^. Againft them both,my true ioynts bended be.
Dut. Pleades he in earneft? Looke vpon his Face,
His eyes do drop no teares: bis prayres are in ieft :
His words come from his mouth, ours from our breft.
He prayes but faintly,and would be denide,
We pray with heart, and foule,and all befide :
His weary ioynts would gladly rife, I know.
Our knees ihall kneele, till to the ground they grow:
His prayers are ftill of falfe hypocrifie.
Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie ;
Our prayers do out>pray his, then let them haue
That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.
Bul. Good Aunt ftand vp.
Dut. Nay, do not fay ftand vp.
But Pardon iirft,and afterwards ftand vp.
And if I were thy Nurfe, thy tongue to teach,
Pardon ihould be the firft word of thy fpeach.
I neuer long'd to heare a word till now :
Say Pardon (King,)let pitty teach thee how.
The word is ihort: but not fo ihort as fweet,
No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's fo meet.
Torl^. Speake it in French(King)fay Pardon'ne mcy.
Dut. Doft thou teach pardon. Pardon to deftroy ?
Ah my fowre husband, my hard-hearted Lord,
That iet's the word it felfe, againft the word.
Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land,
The chopping French we do not vnderftand*
Thine eye begins to fpeake, fet thy tongue there.
Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare,
That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce,
Pitty may moue thee. Pardon to rehearfe.
Bul. Good Aunt,ftand vp.
Dut. I do not fue to ftand,
Pardon is all the fuite I haue in hand.
Bul.
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44 Life and Death ofL^ichard the Second.
Bui. I pardon him, as beauen (hall pardon mee.
Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee :
Yet am I ßck« for feare:Speake it againe,
Twice faying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine.
But makes one pardon ftrong.
'Bui. I pardon him with all my hart.
Dut. A God on earth thou art.
'Bui. But for our trufty brother-in-Law,the Abbot,
With all the reft of that conforted crew,
Del^fuilion ftraight lhall dogge them at the heeles:
Good Vnckle helpe to order feuerall powres
To Oxford, or where ere thefe Traitors are :
They ihall not liue within this world I fweare,
But I will haue them, if I once know where.
Vnckle farewell, and Colin adieu:
Your mother well hath praid,and proue you true.
Dut, Come my old fon, I pray heauen make thee new.
Exeunt.
Enter Exton and Seruants.
Ext. Didft thou not marke the King what words hee
fpake ?
Haue I no friend will rid me of this lining feare :
Was it not fo ?
Ser. Thofe were his very words.
Ex, Haue I no Friend?(quoth he:)he fpake it twice.
And vrg'd it twice together, did he not?
Ser. He did.
Ex, And fpeaking it, he wiftly look'd on me.
As who Ihould fay, I would thou wer't the man
That would diuorce this terror from my heart.
Meaning the King at Pomfret : Come, let's goe ;
I am the Kings Friend,and will rid his Foe. Exit,
S cana Quarta.
Enter Richard.
Rich. I haue bin ftudying, how to compare
This Prifon where I liue, vnto the World :
And for becaufe the world is populous.
And beere is not a Creature, but my felfe,
I cannot do it : yet He hammer't out.
My Braine, He proue the Female to my Soule,
My Soule, the Father: and thefe two beget
A generation of ftill breeding Thoughts;
And thefe fame Thoughts, people this Little World
In humors, like the people of this world.
For no thought is contented. The better fort.
As thoughts of things Diuine, are intermixt
With fcruples, and do fet the Faith it felfe
Againft the Faith:as thus: Come litleones:& then again,
It is as hard to come, as for a Camell
To thred the pofterne of a Needles eye.
Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot
Vnlikely wonders ;how thefe vaine weake nailes
May teare a paflage through the Flinty ribbes
Of this hard world, my ragged prifon walles:
And for they cannot, dye in their owne pride.
Thoughts tending to Content,flatter themfelues.
That they are not the firft of Fortunes flaues.
Nor lhall not be the laft. Like filly Beggars,
Who fitting in the Stockes, refuge their Ihanve
That many haue, and others muft fit there;
And in this Thought, they finde a kind of eafe.
Bearing their owne misfortune on the backe
Of fuch as haue before indur'd the like.
Thus play I in one Prifon, many people.
And none contented. Sometimes am I King ;
Then Treafon makes me wilh my felfe a Beggar,
And fo I am. Then cruihing penurie,
Perfwades me, I was better when a King :
Then am I king'd againe:and by and by,
Thinke that I am vn-king'd by 'Bullingbroolte,
And ftraight am nothing. But what ere I am, Mujlc^
Nor I, nor any man, that but man is.
With nothing lhall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
With being nothing. Muficke do I heare?
Ha, haikeepe time : How fowre fweet Muficke is.
When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?
So is it in the Muficke of mens Hues :
And beere haue I the daintinelTe of eare.
To heare time broke in a diforder'd ftring :
But for the Concord of my State and Time,
Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.
I wafted Time, and now doth Time wafte me :
For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke ;
My Thoughts,are minutes;and with Sighes they iarre.
Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,
Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point.
Is pointing ftill, in cleanfing them from teares.
Now fir, the found that tels what houre it is.
Are clamorous groanes, that ftrike vpon my heart.
Which is the bell : fo Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,
Shew Minutes,Houres,and Times : but my Time
Runs poafting on, in 'Bullinghrooltes proud ioy.
While I ftand fooling beere, his iacke o'th'Clocke.
This Muficke mads me, let it found no more.
For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits.
In me it feemes, it will make wife-men mad :
Yet bleffing on his heart that giues it me ;
For 'tis a ligne of loue, and loue to Richard,
Is a ftrange Brooch, in this all-hating world.
Enter Groome.
Grao. Halle Royall Prince.
Rich. Thankes Noble Peere,
The cheapeft of vs, is ten groates too deere.
What art thou ?And how com'ft thou hither?
Where no man euer comes, but that fad dogge
That brings me food, to make misfortune liue ?
Groo. I was a poore Groome of thy Stable (King)
When thou wer't King:who trauelling towards Yorke,
With much adoo, at length haue gotten leaue
To looke vpon my(fometimes Royall) mafters face.
O how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld
. In London ftreets, that Coronation day.
When 'Bullinghrooi^e rode on Roane Barbary,
That horfe, that thou fo often haft beftrid.
That horfe, that I fo carefully haue dreft.
Rich. Rode he on Barbary.'Tell me gentle Friend,
How went he vnder him ?
Groo. So proudly,as if he had difdain'd the ground.
Rich. So proud, that 'Bullinghrooke was on his backe ;
That lade hath eate bread from my RoyaU hand.
This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Would he not ftumble?Would he not fall downe
(Since Pride muft haue a fall) and breake the necke
Of that proud man, that did vfurpe his backe ?
ForgiuenelTe horfe : Why do I raile on thee.
Since thou created to be aw'd by man
Was't borne to beare? I was not made a horfe.
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'The Life and Death of T¿chard the Second. 4 5
And yet I beare a burthen like an AlTe,
Spur-gall'd, and tyrd by iauncing Bullitigbrool^.
Enter Keeper with a Diß>.
Keep. Fellow, giue place, heere is no longer day.
%kh. If thou loue me, 'tis time thou wer't away.
Groo. What my tongue dares not, that my heart fliall
fay. Exit.
Keep, My Lord, wilt pleafe you to fall too.'
Rich. Tafte of it firft, as thou wer't wont to doo.
Keep. My Lord I dare not : Sir Pierce of Exton,
1 Who lately came from th'King,commands the contrary.
Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancafter,and thee j
Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it.
Keep. Helpe,helpe,helpe.
Enter Exton and Seruants.
Ri. How nowiwhat meanes Death in this rude aflalt?
Villaine, thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths inftrument.
Go thou and fill another roome in hell.
Exton ßrUfes him donne.
That hand ftiall burne in neuer-quenching fire.
That ftaggers thus my perfon. Exton, thy fierce hand.
Hath with the Kings blood, ftain'd the Kings own land.
Mount, mount my foule, thy feate is vp on high,
Whil'ft my grofle flelh finkes downward,heere to dye.
Sxton. As lull of Valor, as of Royall blood,
Both haue J fpilt : Oh would the deed were good.
For now the diuell, that told me I did well,
Sayes, that this deede is chronicled in hell.
This dead King to the liuing King He beare.
Take hence the reft, and giue them buriall heere. Bxit.
The manner of their taking may appeare
At large difcourfed in this paper heere.
Bul.We thank thee gentle Percy for thy paines.
And to thy worth will adde right worthy gaines.
Enter Fitoe-waters.
Fitz. My Lord, I haue from Oxford lent to London,
The heads of Broceas, and Sir Bennet See/y,
Two of the dangerous conforted Traltors.
That fought at Oxford, thy dire ouerthrow.
Bui. Thy paines Fitzwaters ihall not be forgot.
Right Noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter Percy and Carlile.
Per. The grand Conlpirator, Abbot of Weftminfter,
With clog of Confcience, and fowre Melancholly,
Hath yeelded vp his body to the graue :
But heere is Carlile, liuing to abide
Thy Kingly doome, and fentence of his pride.
Bui. Qarlile, this is your doome !
Choofe out fome fecret place, fome reuerend roome
More then thou haft, and with it ioy thy life :
So as thou liu'ft in peace, dye free from ftrife :
For though mine enemy, thou haft euer beene.
High fparkes of Honor in thee haue I feene.
Enter Exton nith a Coffin.
Sxton. Great King, within this Cofiin I prefent
Thy buried feare. Heerein all breathlefie lies
The mightieft of thy greateft enemies
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
'Bui. Exton, I thanke thee not, for thou haft wrought
A deede of Slaughter, with thy fatall hand,
Vpon my head, and all this famous Land.
jEaj.From your owne mouth my Lord, did I this deed.
'Bui. They loue not poyfon, that do poyfon neede.
Nor do I thee : though I did wifti him dead,
I hate the Murtherer, loue him murtheied.
The guilt of confcience take thou for thy labour.
But neither my good word, nor Princely fauour.
With Qaine go wander through the ftiade of night.
And neuer ftiew thy head by day, nor light.
Lords, I proteft my foule is full of woe.
That blood ihould fprinkle me, to make me grow.
Come mourne with me, for that I do lament.
And put on füllen Blacke incontinent :
He make a voyage to the Holy-land,
To walh this blood off from my guilty hand.
March fadly after, grace my mourning heere.
In weeping after this vntimely Beere. Exeunt^
Scœna Quinta.
Flourxßt. Enter ^ull\nghrool{fy VorJ^yipttb
other Lords Ó* attendants,
Bui. Kinde Vnkle Yorke,the lateft newes we heare,
Is that the Rebels haue confum'd with fire
Our Towne ofCiceter in Gloucefterihire,
But whether they be tane or llaine, we heare not.
Enter Northumberland.
Welcome my Lord x What is the newes ?
Nor. Firft to thy Sacred State, wiih I all happineíTe :
The next newes is, I haue to London ient
The heads of SahhuryySpencerfBluntyzn'i Kent*.
FINIS.
J49
40
The Firíl Part of Henry the Fourth,
with the Life and Death of HENRY
Sirnamed HOT,SPVRRE.
<iA5íus 'Primus. Scœna 'Prima.
Enter the KingyLord lohn of Lancaßery Ear le
of Weßmerlandytvith others.
King.
I O íhaken as we are, lo wan with care,
't Finde we a time for frighted Peace to pant,
I And breath fhortwinded accents of new broils
' To be commenc'd in Stronds a-farre remote :
No more the thirfty entrance of this Seile,
Shall daube her lippes with her owne childrens blood :
No more ihall trenching Warre channell her fields.
Nor bruife her Flowrets with the Armed hoofes
Of hoftile paces. Thofe oppofed eyes.
Which like the Meteors of a troubled Heauen,
All of one Nature, of one Subftance bred.
Did lately meete in the inteftine Ihocke,
And furious cloze of ciuill Butchery,
Shall now in mutuall well-befeeming rankes
March all one way, and be no more oppos'd
Againft Acquaintance, Kindred,and Allies.
The edge of Warre, like an ill-iheathed knife.
No more lhall cut his Mailer, Therefore Friends,
As farre as to the Sepulcher of Chrill,
Whofe Souldier now vnder whofe bleffed CroiTe
We are imprefled and ingag'd to fight.
Forthwith a power of Engliih lhall we leuie,
Whofe armes were moulded in their Mothers wombe.
To chace thefe Pagans in thofe holy Fields,
Ouer whofe Acres walk'd thofe blefled feete
Which fourteene hundred yeares ago were nail'd
For our aduantage on the bitter CroiTe.
But this our purpofe is a tweluemonth old.
And bootleiTe 'tis to tell you we will go :
Therefore we meete not now. Then let me heare
Of you my gentle Coufin Weftmerland,
What yeilernight our Councell did decree,
In forwarding this deere expedience.
Weß. My Liege : This hafte was hot in queftion,
And many limits of the Charge fet downe
But yeilernight : when all athwart there came
A Poll from Wales, loaden with heauy Newes ;
Whofe worft was. That the Noble c^ortimer.
Leading the men of Herefordihire to fight
Againft the irregular and wilde Glendimer,
Was by the rude hands of that Welihman taken.
And a thoufand of his people butchered :
Vpon whofe dead corpes there was fuch mifufe,
Such beaftly,ihameleiTe transformation,
By thofe Welihwomen done, as may not be
(Without much lhame) re-told or fpoken of.
King, It feemes then, that the tidings of this broile,
Brake off our bufineffe for the Holy land,
Pfeß. This matcht with other like,my gracious Lord,
Farre more vneuen and vnwelcome Newes
Came from the North, and thus it did report :
On Holy-roode day, the gallant Hotß>urre there.
Young Harry Percy, and braue .Archibald,
That euer-valiant and approoued Scot,
At Holmeden met, where they did fpend
A fad and bloody houre :
As by difcharge of their Artillerie,
And lhape of likely-hood the newes was told :
For he that brought them, in the very heate
And pride of their contention, did take horfe,
Vncertaine of the iffue any way.
King. Heere is a deere and true induftrious friend,
Sir IValter 'Blunt, new lighted from his Horfe,
Strain'd with the variation of each foyle,
Betwixt that Holmedon,3nd this Seat of ours :
And he hath brought vs fmooth and welcomes newes.
The Earle of Dowglas is difcomfited.
Ten thoufand bold Scots, two and twenty Knights
Balk'd in their owne blood did Sir Walter fee
On Holmedom Plaines. Of Prifoners, Hotjpurre tooke
Mordake Earle of Fife, and eldeft Tonne
To beaten Dowglas, and the Earle of Atholl,
Of Murry, Angm, and Menteith.
And is not this an honourable fpoyle ?
A gallant prizeHa Cofin, is it not? Infaith it is.
Weß. A Conqueft for a Prince to boaft of.
King. Yea, there thou mak'ft me fad, & mak'ft me fin.
In enuy, that my Lord Northumberland
Should be the Father of fo bleft a Sonne :
A Sonne, who is the Theame of Honors tongue ;
Among'ft a Groue, the very ftraighteft Plant,
Who is fweet Fortunes Minion,and her Pride :
Whil'ft I by looking on the praife of him.
See Ryot and Difhonor ftaine the brow
Of my yong Harry. O that it could be prou'd.
That fome Night-tripping-Faiery, had exchang'd
In Cradle-clothes, our Children where the) lay.
And call'd mine Percy, his Plantagenet :
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Then would I haue his Harry,toíí he mine :
But let him from my thoughts. What thinlce you Coze
Of this young Ptrcies pride.'The Prifoners
Which he In this aduenture hath furpriz'd.
To his owne vie he keepes, and fends me word
I (hall haue none but Mardakf Earle of Fife.
Weß. This is his Vnckles teaching.This is Worcefter
Maleuolent to you in all Afpefts :
Which makes him prune himfelfe,and briftle vp
The creft of Youth againft your Dignity.
King. But I haue fent for him to anfwer this;
And for this caufe a-while we muft negleâ
Our holy purpofe to lerufalem.
Colin, on Wednefday next, our Councell we will hold
At Windfor, and fo informe the Lords:
But come your felfe with fpeed to vs againe,
For more is to be fald, and to be done.
Then out of anger can be vttered.
ffeß. I will my Liege. Exeunt
Sceena Secunda.
Enter Henry Prince of Wales^Sir lohn FaU
ßaffcy and Pointz,
Fa!. Now Hal, what time of day is it Lad ?
Prince. Thou art To fat-witted with drinking of olde
Sacke, and vnbuttoning thee after Supper, and Deeping
vpon Benches in the afternoone, that thou haft forgotten
to demand that truely, which thou wouldeft truly know.
What a diuell haft thou to do with the time of the day ?
vnlefle houres were cups of Sacke, and minutes Capons,
and clockes the tongues of Bawdes, and dialls the Dgnes
of Leaping-houfes, and the blefted Sunne himfelfe a faire
hot Wench in Flame-coloured TafFata 5 I fee no reafon,
why thou ihouldeft bee fo fuperftuous, to demaund the
time of the day.
Fal. Indeed you come neere me now Haly for we that
take Purfes, go by the Moone and feuen Starres, and not
by Phcebus hee, that wandVing Knight fo faire. And I
prythec fweet Wagge, when thou art King, as God faue
thy Grace, Maiefty I ihould fay, for Grace thou wilte
haue none.
Prin. What, none.^
Fal, No, not fo much as will ferue to be Prologue to
an £gge and Butter.
Prin. Well,how thenPCome roundly,roundly.'
Fal. Marry then,fweet Wagge, when thou art King,
let not vs that are Squires of the Nights bodie, bee call'd
Theeues of the Dayes beautie. Let vs be Dianaes Forre-
fters, Gentlemen of the Shade, Minions of the Moone ;
and let men fay, we be men of good Goucrnment, being
gouerned as the Sea is, by our noble and chaft miftris the
Moone, vnder whofe countenance we fteale.
Prin. Thou fay'ft well, and it holds well too : for the
fortune of vs that are the Moones men, doeth ebbe and
Dow like the Sea, beeing gouerned as the Sea is, by the
Moone : as for proofe. Now a Purfe of Gold moft refo-
lutely fnatch*d on Monday night, and moft dilfolutely
fpent on Tuefday Morning ; got with fwearing,Lay by:
and fpent with crying, Bring in : now, in as low an ebbe
as the foot of the Ladder, and by and by in as high a Dow
as the ridge of the Gallowes.
Fal. Thou fay'ft true Lad : and is not my Hoftefle of
the Tauerne a moft fweet Wench }
Trin. As is the hony, my old Lad of the Caftle î and is
not a BufFe lerkin a moft fweet robe of durance?
Fal. How now?how now mad Wagge? What in thy
quips and thy quiddities? What a plague haue I to doe
with a BufFe-Ierkin?
Prin. Why, what a poxe haue I to doe with my Ho-
fteife of the Tauerne?
Fal. Well, thou haft calfd her to a reckoning many a
time and oft.
Prin. Did I euer call for thee to pay thy part?
Fal. No, He glue thee thy due, thou haft paid al there.
Prin. Yea and elfewhere, fo farre as my Coine would
ftretch, and where it would not, I haue vs'd my credit.
Fal. Yea,and fo vs*d it, that were it heere apparant,
that thou art Heire apparant. But I prythee fweet Wag,
ihall there be Gallowes ftanding in England when thou
art King?and refolution thus fobb'd as it is, with the ru-
ftie curbe of old Father Anticke the Law? Doe not thou
when thou art a King,hang a Theefc.
Prin. No, thou ihalt.
Fal, Shall I? O rare! He be a braue ludge.
Prin. Thou iudgeft falfe already. I meane, thou (halt
haue the hanging of the Theeues, and fo become a rare
Hangman.
Fal. Well Haly well : and in fome fort it iumpes with
my humour, as well as waiting in the Court, 1 can tell
you.
frin. For obtaining of fuîtes ?
Fal. Yea,for obtaining of fuites, whereof the Hang¬
man hath no leane Wardrobe. 1 am as Melancholly as a
Gyb-Cat,or a lugg'd Beare.
Prin. Or an old Lyon, or a Louers Lute.
Fal. Yea,or the Drone of a LincolnDiire Bagpipe.
Prin. What fay'ft thou to a Hare, or the Melancholly
of Moore-Ditch?
Fal. Thou haft the moft vnfauoury fmiles, and art in¬
deed the moft comparatiue rafcalleft fweet yong Prince.
But Halyl prythee trouble me no more with vanity,I wold
thou and I knew, where a Commodity of good names
were to be bought : an olde Lord of the Councell rated
me the other day in the ftreet about you fir ; but I markM
him not, and yet hee talk'd very wifely, but I regarded
him not,and yet he talkt wifely,and in the ftreet too.
Prin. Thou didft well: for no man regards it.
Fal. O,thou haft damnable iteration, and art indeede
able to corrupt a Saint. Thou haft done much harme vn-
to me HallyGoà forgiue thee for it. Before I knew thee
Halyl knew nothing:and now I am(if a man /hold fpeake
truly) little better then one of the wicked. I muft giue o-
uer this life, and I will giue it ouer : and I do not, I am a
Villaine. He be damn'd for neuer a Kings fonne in Chri-
ftendome.
frin. Where ihall we take a purfe to morrow,Jacke?
Fal, Where thou wilt Lad, He make one : and I doe
not,call me Villaine,and bafftle me.
Prin. I fee a good amendment of life in thee : From
Praying, to Purfe-taking.
Fal. Why,'tis my Vocation Hal : 'Tis no fin for a
man to labour in his Vocation.
Pointz. Now ihall wee know if Gads hill haue fet a
Watch. O, if men were to be faued by merit, what hole
in Hell were hot enough for him ?This is the moft omni¬
potent Villaine, that euer cryed. Stand, to a true man.
Prin. Good morrow Ned,
Pointz,
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Points. Good morrow fweet Hal. What faies Mon-
fieur Remorfe ? What fayes Sir lohn Sacke and Sugar :
lacke?How agrees the Diuell and thee about thy Soule,
that thou foldeft him on Good-Friday laft, for a Cup of
Madera,and a cold Capons legge ?
Prin. Sir lohn Hands to his word, the diuel lhall haue
his bargaine,for he was neuer yet a Breaker of Prouerbs:
He will giue the diuell his due.
Poin.'Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with ■
the diuell.
Prin. Elfe he had damn'd for cozening the diuell.
Poy. But my Lads, my Lads, to morrow morning, by
foure a clocke early at Gads hill, there are Pilgrimes go¬
ing to Canterbury with rich Offerings, and Traders ri¬
ding to London with fat Purfes. I haue vizards for you
all ; you haue horfes for your felues : Gads-hill lyes to
night in Rochefter, I haue befpoke Supper to morrow in
Eaftcheape ; we may doe it as i'ecure as lleepe: if you will
go, I will ftuffe your Purfes foil of Crownes : if you will
not, tarry at home and be hang'd.
Fal. Heare ye Yedward, if I tarry at home and go not.
He hang you for going.
Poy. You will chops.
Fal. Hal, wilt thou make one?
Prin. Who, I rob? I a Theefe? Not I.
Fal. There's neither honefty, manhood, nor good fel-
lowAip in thee, nor thou cam'ft not of the blood-royall,
if thou dar'ft not ftand for ten Ihiliings.
Prin. Well then, once in my dayes He be a mad-cap.
Fal, Why, that's well faid.
Prin. Well, come what will. He tarry at home.
Fal. He be a Traitor then, when thou art King.
Prin. I care not. '
Poyn. Sir Iohn, \ prythee leaue the Prince & me alone,
I will lay him downe fuch reafons for this aduenture,that
be lhall go.
Fal. Well, maift thou haue the Spirit of perfwafion ;
and he the eares of profiting, that what thou fpeakeft,
may moue ; and what he heares may be beleeued,that the
true Prince,may (for recreation fake)proue a falfe theefe ;
for the poore abufes of the time, want countenance. Far-
well,you lhall finde me in Eaftcheape.
Prin. Farwell the latter Spring. Farewell Alhollown
Summer.
Poy. Now, my good fweet Hony Lord, ride with vs
to morrow. I haue a ieft to execute, that I cannot man-
nage alone. Falflaffe, Haruey, Pojftll, and Qads-hill, lhall
robbe thofe men that wee haue already way-layde, your
felfe and I, wil not be there:and when they haue the boo¬
ty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head from my
Ihoulders.
Pr/«. But how lhal we part with them in letting forth?
Poyn. Why, we wil let forth before or after them, and
appoint them a place of meeting, wherin it is at our plea-
fure to faile ; and then will they aduenture vppon the ex¬
ploit rhemlelues, which they fliall haue no fooner atchie-
ued, but wee'l fet vpon them.
Prin. I, but tis like that they will know vs by our
horfes, by our habits, and by euery other appointment to
be our felues.
Poy. Tut our horfes they lhall not fee. He tye them in
the wood, our vizards wee will change after wee leaue
them : and lirrah, I haue Cafes of Buckram for the nonce,
to immaske our noted outward garments.
Prin. But I doubt they will be too hard for vs.
Poin. Well, for two of them, I know them to bee as
true bred Cowards as euer turn'd backe.-and for the third
if he fight longer then he fees reafon,He forfwear Armes,
The vertue of this left will be, the incomprehenfible lyes
that this fat Rogue will tell vs,when we meete at Supper:
how thirty at leaft he fought with, what Wardes, what
blowes, what extremities he enduredjand in the reproofe
of this, lyes the ieft.
Prin. Well, He goe with thee, prouide vs all things
neceffary, and meete me to morrow night in Eaftcheape,
there He fop. Farewell.
Poyn. Farewell, my Lord. Exit Pointz
Prin. 1 know you all, and will a-while vphold
The vnyoak'd humor of your idleneffe :
Yet heerein will I imitate the Sunne,
Who doth permit the bafe contagious cloudes
To fmother vp his Beauty from the world.
That when he pleafe againe to be himfelfe.
Being wanted, he may be more wondred at.
By breaking through the foule and vgly mifts
Of vapours, that did feeme to ftrangle him.
If all the yeare were playing holidaies,
To fport, would be as tedious as to worke ;
But when they feldome come, they wiflit-for come.
And nothing pleafeth'but rare accidents.
So when this loofe behauiour I throw off.
And pay the debt I neuer promifed ;
By how much better then my word I am.
By fo much lhall I falfifie mens hopes.
And like bright Mettall on a folien ground :
My reformation glittering o're my fault.
Shall Ihew more goodly, and attraft more eyes.
Then that which hath no foyle to fet it off.
He fo offend, to make offence a skill.
Redeeming time, when men thinke leaft I will,
Scœna Tertia.
Enter the King, Northumberland, Vforceßer, Hotßurre,
Sir Walter Plant, and others.
King, My blood hath beene too cold and temperate,
Vnapt to ftirre at thefe indignities.
And you haue found me ; for accordingly.
You tread vpon my patience :But be fore,
I will from henceforth rather be my Seife,
Mighty, and to be fear'd, then my condition
Which hath beene fmooth as Gyle, foft as yong Downe,
And therefore loft that Title of refpeit.
Which the proud foule ne're payes,but to the proud.
PKor. Our houfe (my Soueraigne Liege) little deferues
The fcourge of greatneffe to be vfed on it.
And that fame greatneffe too, which our owne hands
Haue holpe to make fo portly.
Nor. My Lord.
King. Worcefter get thee gone : for I do fee
Danger and difobedience in thine eye.
O fir, your prefence is too bold and peremptory.
And Maieftie might neuer yet endure
The moody Frontier of a feruant brow.
You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need
Your vie and counfell,we lhall fend for you.
You were about to fpeake.
North. Yea, my good Lord.
Thofe
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Thofe Prifoners in your HighnelTe demanded,
Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke,
Were (as he fayes) not with fuch ftrength denied
As was deliuered to your Maiefty :
Who either through enuy,or mifprifion,
Was guilty of this fault ; and not my Sonne.
Hot. My Liege, I did deny no Prifoners.
But, I remember when the fight was done,
When I was dry with Rage, and extreame Toyle,
Breathlefie,and Faint, leaning vpon my Sword,
Came there a certaine Lord, neat and trimly drell;
Frelh as a Bride-groome, and his Chin new reapt,
Shew'd like a ftubble Land at Harueft-home.
He was perfumed like a Milliner,
And *twixt his Finger and his Thumbe,he held
A Pouncet-box ; which euer and anon
He gaue his Nofe, and took't away againe :
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Tooke it in Snufie : And ilill he fmiPd and talked :
And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by,
He caird them vntaught Knaues, Vnmannerly,
To bring a flouenly vnhandfume Coarfe
Betwixt the Winde, and his Nobility.
With many Holiday and Lady tearme
He queftion'd me : Among the reft, demanded
My Prifoners, in your Maiefties behalfe.
I then, all-fmarting, with my wounds being cold,
(To be fo peftered with a Popingay)
Out of my Greefe, and my Impatience,
AnfwerM (negledlingly) I know not what.
He ihould, or ihould not : For he made me mad.
To fee him ihine fo briske, and fmell fo fweet.
And talke fo like a Waiting-Gentlewoman,
Of Guns,& Drums,and Wounds: God faue the marke ;
And telling me, the Soueraign'ft thing on earth
Was Parmacity, for an inward bruife :
And that it was great pitty, fo it was,
That villanous Salt-peter Ihould be digg'd
Out of the Bowels of the harmleíTe Earth,
Which many a good Tall Fellow had deftroyM
So Cowardly. And but for thefe vile Günnes,
He would himfelfe haue beene a Souldier.
This bald, vnioynted Chat of his (my Lord)
Made me to anfwer indiredlly (as I faid.)
And I befeech you, let not this report
Come currant for an Accufation,
Betwixt my Loue,and your high Maiefty.
Blunt. The circumfiance confidered,good my Lord,
What euer Harry Perde then had faid,
To fuch a perfon, and in fuch a place,
At fuch a time, with all the reft retold.
May reafonably dye, and neuer rife
To do him wrong, or any way impeach
What then he faid, fo he vnfay it now.
King. Why yet doth deny his Prifoners,
But with Prouiib and Exception,
That we at our owne charge, lhall ranfome ftraight
His Brother-in-Law, the foolifii Mortimer^
Who (in my foule) hath wilfully betraid
The liues of thofe, that he did leade to Fight,
Againft the great Magitian, damnM Glendcver :
Whofe daughter (as we heare)the Earle of March
Hath lately married. Shall our Coffers then,
Be emptied, to redeeme a Traitor home ?
Shall we buy Treafon c and indent with Feares,
When they haue loft and forfeyted themfelues.
No : on the barren Mountaine let him fterue :
For I lhall neuer hold that man my Friend,
Whofe tongue lhall aske me for one peny coft
To ranfome home reuolted Mortimer,
Hot. Reuolted cMortimer}
He neuer did fall off, my Soueraigne Liege,
But by the chance of Warre ; to proue that true,
Needs no more but one tongue. For all thofe Wounds,
Thofe mouthed Wounds, which valiantly he tooke,
When on the gentle Seuernes fiedgie banke,
In fingle Oppofition hand to hand.
He did confound the beft part of an houre
In changing hardiment with great Glendorper :
Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink
Vpon agreement, of fwift Seuernes flood j
Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes,
Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds,
And hid his crifpe-head in the hollow banke,
Blood-ftained with thefe Valiant Combatants.
Neuer did bafe and rotten Policy
Colour her working with fuch deadly wounds 5
Nor neuer could the Noble çMortimer
Receiue fo many, and all willingly :
Then let him not be ftand'red with Reuolt.
King. Thou do'ft bely him Percy^ thou doft bely himj
He neuer did encounter with Glendorper:
I tell thee, he dürft as well haue met the diuell alone.
As Orpen Glendorper for an enemy.
Art thou not aíham'dí But Sirrah, henceforth
Let me not heare you fpeake of Mortimer.
Send me your Prifoners with the fpeedieft meanes,
Or you fliall heare in fuch a kinde from me
As will difpleafe ye. My Lord Northumberland^
We Licenfe your departure with your fonne,
Send vs your Prifoners, or you'l heare of it. Exit King^
Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them
I will not fend them. I will after ftraight
And tell him fo : for I will eafe my heart,
Although it be with hazard of my head.
iVbr.What? drunke with choller/'ftay & paufe awhile,
Heere comes your Vnckle. Enter Worceßer.
Hot. Speake of Mortimer ?
Yes, I will fpeake of him, and let my foule
Want mercy, if I do not ioyne with him.
In his behalfe, He empty all thefe Veines,
And Ihed my deere blood drop by drop i'th duft,
But I will lift the downfall cMortimer
As high i'th Ayre,as this Vnthankfull King,
As this Ingrate and Cankred 'BuHingbrool^e.
Nor. Brother,the King hath made your Nephew mad
Wor. Who ftrooke this heate vp after I was gone I*
Hot. He will (forfooth)haue all my Prifoners :
And when I vrgM the ranfom once againe
Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,
And on my face he turn'd an eye of death.
Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer.
Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd
Richard that dead is, the next of blood ?
Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation,
And then it was, when the vnhappy King
(Whofe wrongs in vs God pardon) did fet forth
Vpon his Irifli Expedition :
From whence he intercepted, did returne
To be deposM, and ihortly murthered.
Wor.Pi.ná for whofe death,we in the worlds wide mouth
Liue fcandaliz*d,and fouly fpoken of.
e Hot.
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Hot. But foft I pray you ; did King Richard then
Proclaime my brother Mortimer^
Heyre to th^ Crowne ?
Nor. He did, my felfe did heare it.
Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Coufin King,
That wiih*d him on the barren Mountaines ftaruM,
But ihall it be, that you that fet the Crowne
Vpon the head of this forgetful! man,
And for his fake, wore the detefted blot
Of murtherous fubornation? Shall it be,
That you a world of curfes vndergoe.
Being the Agents, or bafe fécond meanes,
The Cords, the Ladder, or the Hangman rather?
O pardon, if that I defcend fo low.
To ihew the Line, and the Predicament
Wherein you range vnder this fubtill King.
Shall it for ihame, be fpoken in thefe dayes.
Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come,
That men of your Nobility and Power,
Did gage them both in an vniuft behalfe
(As Both of you, God pardon it, haue done)
To put downe Rkbardy that fweet louely Rofe,
And plant this Thome, this Canker Tullinghroo}^^.
And lhall it in more ihame be further fpoken.
That you are foolM, difcarded, and Ihooke off
By him, for whom thefe fhames ye vnderwent ?
No :yet time ferues, wherein you may redeeme
Your banifliM Honors, and reftore your felues
Into the good Thoughts of the world againe.
Reuenge the geering and difdainM contempt
Of this proud King, who ftudies day and night
To anfwer all the Debt he owes vnto you,
Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths^
Therefore I fay
^or. Peace Coufin, fay no more.
And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke.
And to your quicke conceyuing Difcontents,
He reade you Matter, deepe and dangerous,
As full of peril! and aduenlurous Spirit,
As to oVe-walke a Current, roaring loud
On the vnftedfaft footing of a Speare.
Hot. If he fall in, good night, or finke or fwimme:
Send danger from the Eaft vnto the Weft,
So Honor croffe it from the North to South,
And let them grapple î The blood more ftirres
To rowze a Lyon, then to ftart a Hare.
Nor. Imagination of feme great exploit,
Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience.
Hot. By heauen, me thinkes it were an eafie leap.
To plucke bright Honor from the pale-fac*d Moone,
Or diue into the bottome of the deepe.
Where Fadome-line could neuer touch the ground,
And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes :
So he that doth redeeme her thence, might weare
Without Co-riuall, all her Dignities:
But out vpon this halfe-fac*d Fellowihip*
Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here,
Bnt not the forme of what he fhould attend ;
Good Coufin giue me audience for a-whiie,
And lift to me.
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Wor, Thofe fame Noble Scottes
That are your Prifoners.
Hot. He keepe them all.
By heauen, he ihall not haue a Scot of them :
No, if a Scot would faue his Soule,he ihall not.
He keepe them, by this Hand.
fVor. You ftart away,
And lend no eare vnto my purpofes.
Thofe Prifoners you ihall keepe.
Hot. Nay, I will ; that's flat :
He faid, he would not ranfome Mortimer t
Forbad my tongue to fpeake of Mortimer,
But I will finde him when he lyes afleepe,
And in his eare, He holla Mortimer^
Nay, He haue a Starling ihall be taught to fpeake
Nothing but Mortimer^ and giue it him.
To keepe his anger ftill in motion.
Heare you Coufin : a word.
Hot. All ftudies heere I folemnly defie,
Saue how to gall and pinch this BuUingbrooXcy
And that fame Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales.
But that I thinke his Father loues him not.
And would be glad he met with feme mifchance,
I would haue poyfon'd him with a pot of Ale.
fVor. Farewell Kinfman : He talke to you
When you are better tempered to attend.
Nor, Why what a Wafpe-tongu'd & impatient foole
Art thou, to breake into this Womans mood.
Tying thine eare to no tongue but thine owne?
Hot. Why look you, I am whipt & fcourg'd with rods,
Netled,and ftung with Pifmires,when I heare
Of this vile Politician Tullingbrool^e.
In Richards time : What de'ye call the place ?
A plague vpon't, it is in Gloufterftiire :
'Twas, where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept.
His Vncle Yorke, where I firft bow'd my knee
Vnto this King of Smiles, this BuUingbroo\e %
When you and he came backe from RauenfpurgK.
Nor, At Barkley Caftle,
Hot. Y ou fay true :
Why what a caudie deale of curtefie,
This fewning Grey-hound then did proffer me.
Looke when his infant Fortune came to age,
And gentle Harry 'Percy^ and kinde Coufin :
O, the Diuell take fuch Couzeners,God forgiue me.
Good Vncle tell your tale, for I haue done.
ÏVor, Nay, if you haue not, too^t againe,
Wee'l flay your leyfure.
Hot, I haue done infooth.
ÏVor. Then once more to your Scottiih Prifoners.
Deliuer them vp without their ranfome ftraight,
And make the Dorcglas fonne your onely meane
For powres in Scotland : which for diuers reafons
Which I ihall fend you written, be affur'd
Will eafily be granted you, my Lord.
Your Sonne in Scotland being thus impl y'd.
Shall fecretly into the bofome creepe
Of that fame noble Prelate, well belouM,
The Archbifhop.
Hot. Of Yorke, is't not?
ÏVor. True, who beares hard
His Brothers death at Brißotvy the Lord Scrocpe*
I fpeake not this in eftimation.
As what I thinke might be, but what I know
Is ruminated, plotted, and fet downe.
And onely flayes but to behold the face
Of that occafion that ihall bring it on.
Hot. I fmell it :
Vpon my life, it will do wondVous well.
Nor. Before the gamers a-foot, thou ftill let'ft flip.
Hot, Why, it cannot choofe but be a Noble plot.
And
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And then the power of Scotland, and- of YorJca
To ioyne with Mortimer^ Ha.
Wor^ And fo they ihall.
Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aymM.
And 'tis no little reafon bids vs fpeed,
To faue our heads, by raifing of a Head :
For, beare our felues as euen as we can,
The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt,,
And thinke,we thinke our felues vnfatisfied,
Till he hath found a time to pay vs home.
And fee already, how he doth beginne
To make vs ftrengers to his lookes of loue.
Hot. He does, he doesj wee'l be reueng'd on him.
Wor. Coufin, farewell. No further go in this,
Then I by Letters ihall dire£t your courfe
When time is ripe, which will be fodainly:
He i^ale to Glend&vpcfy and loe, Mortimer.^
Where you,and and our powres at once.
As I will faihion it, ihall happily meete,
To beare our fortunes in our owne ftrong armes.
Which now we hold at much vncertainty.
Nor^ Farewell good Brother, we ihall thriue, I truft.
Hot. Vncle,adieu : O let the houres be ihort,
Till fields,and bIowes,and grones,applaud our fport.fr/V
A6ÎUS Secundus. Seena Frima.
Enter a Carrier •»ith a Lanterne in hû hand,
i,Car. Heigh-ho, an't be not foure by the day. He be
hang'd. Charles rcaine is ouer the new Chimney, and yet
our horfe not packt. What Oftler ?
Oß. Anon,anon.
i.Car. I prechee Tom, beate Cuts Saddle, put a few
Flockes in the point : the poore lade is wrung in the wi¬
thers,out of all ceife.
Enter another Carrier.
^.Car. Peafe and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog,
and this is the next way to giue poore lades the Bottes :
This houfe is turned vpfide downe fince ^hin the Ofiler
dyed.
1.Car, Poore fellow neuer ioy'd fince the price of oats
rofe, it was the death of him.
2. Car. I thinke this is the moft villanous houfe in al
London rode for Fleas: I am ftung like a Tench.
I 'C^r. Like a Tench ? There is ne're a King in Chri-
ilendome,could be better bit, then I haue beene fince the
firft Cocke.
I.Car. Why, you will allow vs ne're a lourden, and
then we leake in your Chimney: and your Chamber-lye
breeds Fleas like a Loach.
I.Car. What Oftler, come away,and be hangd; come
away.
z.Car. I haue a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of
Ginger, to be deliuered as farre as Charing-crofle.
I.Car. The Turkies in my Pannier are quite ftarued.
What Oftler? A plague on thee, haft thou neuer an eye in
thy head ? Can'ft not heare ? And t'were not as good a
deed as drinke, to break the pate of thee,I am a very Vil-
laine. Come and be hang'd,haft no foith in thee ?
Enter Gads-htll.
Qad. Good-morrow Carriers. What's a clocke?
Car. I thinke it be two a clocke.
Gad. I prethee lend me thy Lanthorne to fee my Gel¬
ding in the ftable.
I.Car. Nay foft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two
of that. •
Gad. I prethee lend me thine.
z.Car. I, when, canft tell ? Lend mee thy Lanthorne
(quoth-a) marry He fee thee hang'd firft.
Gad. Sirra Carrier : What time do you mean to come
to London ?
z.Car. Time enough to goe to bed with a Candle, I
warrant thee. Come neighbour C^ugges^ wee'll call vp
the Gentlemen, they will along with company, for they
haue great charge^ Exeunt
Enter Chamberlaine,
Gad^ What ho, Chamberlaine ?
Cham* At hand quoth Pick-purfe,
Gad. That's euen as fàire,as at hand quoth the Cham¬
berlaine : For thou varieft no more from picking of Pur-
fes, then giuing direction, doth from labouring . Thou
lay'ft the plot, how,
Qham. Good morrow Mafter Gads'Hill.^ it holds cur¬
rant that I told you yefternight. There's a Franklin in the
wilde of Kent, hath brought three hundred Markes with
him in Gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company laft
night at Supper; a kinde of Auditor, one that hath abun¬
dance of charge too (God knowes what) they are vp al¬
ready, and call for Egges and Butter. They will away
prefently.
Gad. Sirra, if they meete not with S. Nicholas Clarks,
He giue thee this necke.
Qham. No, He none of it : I prythee keep that for the
Hangman, for I know thou worihipft S. Nicholas as tru¬
ly as a man of falfiiood may.
Gad. What talkeft thou to me of the Hangman? If I
hang, He make a fat payre of Gallowes. For, if I hang,
old Sir lohn hangs with mee, and thou know'ft bee's no
Starueling. Tut, there are other Troiansthat y dream'ft
not of, the which (for fport fake) are content to doe the
Profeliion fome grace ; that would (if matters Ihould bee
look'd into) for their owne Credit fake, make all Whole.
I am ioyned with no Foot-land-Rakers, no Long-ftaffe
fix-penny ftrikers, none of thefe mad Muftachio-purple-
hu'd-Maltwormes, but with Nobility, and Tranquilitie ;
Bourgomafters, and great Oneyers, fuch as can holde in,
fuch as will ftrike fooner then fpeake ; and fpeake fooner
then drinke, and drinke fooner then pray : and yet I lye,
for they pray continually vnto their Saint the Common¬
wealth ; or rather, not to pray to her, but prey on her:for
they ride vp & downe on her,and make hir their Boots.
Cham. What, the Commonwealth their Bootes í Will
ihe hold out water in foule way ?
Gad. She will,Ihe will; luftice hath liquor'd her. We
fieale as in a CaftIe,cockfure : we haue the receit of Fern-
feede,we walke inuifible.
Qham. Nay, I thinke rather, you are more beholding
to the Night, then to the Fernfeed, for your walking in¬
uifible.
Gad. Giue me thy hand.
Thou (halt haue a ihare in our purpoie,.
As I am a true man.
Cham. Nay, rather let mee haue it, as you are a falfe
Theefe.
Gad. Goe too : Homo is a common name to all men.
Bid the Oftler bring the Gelding out of the ftable. Fare¬
well, ye muddy Knaue. Exeunt.
e 2 Seena
54 Firß 'Fart ofFßig Henry the Fourth.
* Sccena Secunda.
Enter frince^Poynes^and Peto.
Poines. Come ihelter, ihelter, I haue remoued Falßüfs
Horfe, and he frets like a gumM Veluet.
Prin. Stand clofe.
Enter Faißaffe.
Fal. PûîneSfPoheSf and be hang'd Poines.
Prin. Peace ye fat-kidney'd Rafcall, what a brawling
doll thou keepe.
Fal. What Poines. HaP
Prin. He is walk'd vp to the top of the hill, He go feek
him.
Fal. I am accurll to rob in that Theefe company: that
Rafcall hath remoued my Horfe, and tied him î know not
where. If I trauell but foure foot by the fquire further a
foote, I /hall breake my winde. Well, I doubt not but
to dye a faire death for all this, if I fcape hanging for kil¬
ling that Rogue, I haue forfworne his company hourely
any time this two and twenty yeare, & yet I am bewitcht
with the Rog;ues company. If the Rafcall haue not giuen
me medicines to make me loue him,Ile behang'djit could
not be elfe : I haue drunke Medicines, Poines^ Hal, a
Plague vpon you both. ''Bardolpb, Peto : He ilarue ere I
rob a foote further. And 'twere not as good a deede as to
drinke, to turne True-man, and to leaue thefe Rogues, I
am the verieft Varlet that euer chewed with a Tooth.
Eight yards of vneuen ground, is threefcore & ten miles
afoot with me : and the llony-hearted Villaines knowe it
well enough, A plague vpon't, when Theeues cannot be
true one to another. They Wb'ßle.
Whew : a plague light vpon you all. Giue my Horfe you
Rogues : giue me my Horfe,and be hang'd.
Prin. Peace ye /at guttes, lye downe, lay thine eare
clofe to the ground, and lift ifthou can heare the tread of
Trauellers.
Fal. Haue you any Leauers to lift me vp again being
downe? He not beare mine owne flelh fo far afoot again,
for all the coine in thy Fathers Exchequer. What a plague
meane ye to colt me thus ?
Prin, Thou ly'ft,thou art not colted,thou art vncolted.
FaU I prethee good Prince Hal, help me to my horfe,
good Kings fonne.
^rin. Out you Rogue, /hall I be your Oftler.^
Fal. Go hang thy felfe in thine owne heire-apparant-
Garters : If I be tane, He peach for this : and I haue not
Ballads made on all, and fung to filthy tunes, let a Cup of
Sacke be my poyfon : when a left is fo forward, & a foote
too, I hate it.
Enter Gads-btlh
Gad. Stand.
Fal. So I do againft my will.
Poin. O 'tis our Setter, I know his voyce :
Bardclfe, what newes ?
Tar. Cafe ye,cafe ye ; on with your Vizards, there's
mony of the IGngs comming downe the hill, 'tis going
to the Kings Exchequer.
Fal. You lie you rogue,'tis going to the Kings Tauern.
Gad. There's enough to make vs all,
FaL To he hang'd.
Prin. You foure ihall front them in the narrow Lane :
Ned and I, will walke lower; if they fcape from your en-
counter,then they light on vs.
'Feto. But how many be of them ?
Gad. Some eight or ten.
Fal. Will they not rob vs?
Prin, What,a Coward Sir lohn Paunch ?
Fal, Indeed I am not lobn of Gaunt your Grandfather;
but yet no Coward, Hal.
Prin. Wee'l leaue that to the proofe.
Poin. Sirra lacke, thy horfe ftands behinde the hedg,
when thon need'ft him, there thou /halt finde him. Fare¬
well,and ftand fail.
Fal. Now cannot I ftrike him,if I ihould be hang'd.
Prin. Ned, where are our difguifes ?
Poin, Heere hard by : Stand clofe.
Fal, Now my Mafters, happy man be his dole, fay I :
euery man to his bufmelfe.
Enter Trauellers.
Tra. Come Neighbor: the boy ihall leade our Horfes
downe the hill : Wee'l walke a-foot a while, and eaie our
Legges.
Theeues. Stay.
Tra. lefu blelTe vs.
Fal. Strike: down with them, cut the villains throats;
a whorfon Caterpillars : Bacon-fed Knaues, they hate vs
youth ; downe with them,fleece them.
Tra. O, we are vndone,both vtt and ours for euer.
Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues,are you vndone ? No
ye Fat Chuffes, I would your ilore were heere. On Ba¬
cons,on, what ye knaues? Yong men muft liue, you are
Grand Iurers,are yei Wee'l iure ye ifaith.
Heere they rob them ^and binde them. Enter the
Prince and Poines,
Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True-men : Now
could thou and I rob the Theeues,and go merlly to Lon¬
don, It would be argument for a Weeke, Laughter for a
Moneth, and a good left for euer.
Poynes. Stand clofe, 1 heare them comming.
Enter Theeues againe.
Fal. Come my Mafters, let vs ihare,and then to horfle
before day: and the Prince and Poynes bee not two ar-
rand Cowards, there's no equity ftirring. There's no moe
valour in that Poynes,than in a wilde Ducke.
Prin, Your money.
Poin. Villaines.
tAs they areß>aring,the Prince and Poynes Jet vpon them*
They all run atray ,leauing the booty behind them.
Prince. Got with much eaie. Now merrily to Horfe :
The Theeues are fcattred,and poifeft with fear fo ilrong-
ly, that they dare not meet each other : each takes his fel¬
low for an Officer. Away good Ned, Faißaffe fweates to
death,and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along: wer't
not for laughing,I ihould pitty him.
Poin, How the Rogue roar'd. Exeunt,
Sccena F er tía.
Enter Hotjpurre Jolti¿, reading a Letter,
Tut for mine owne part, my Lord, I could bee well contented to
he there, in reJJeFi of the loue I beare your bouje.
He
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He could be contentedWhy is he not then ? in refpeft of
the loue he beares our houfe. He Ihewes in this, he loues
his owne Barne better then he loues our houfe. Let me
fee fome more, rhe furpoje you •vndertakt is dangerous.
Why that's certaine : "I'is dangerous to take a Colde, to
lleepe, to drinke : but I tell you (my Lord foole) out of
this Nettle, Danger; we plucke this Flower, Safety. "The
furpoje you -vtiderta^e is dangerous, the Friends you haue na¬
med vncertaine, the Time it Jelfe -vnjorted, and your whole
Plot too light, for the counterpoize of Jo great an Oppofttion.
Say you io, fay you fo : I fay vnto you againe, you are a
lhallow cowardly Hinde, and you Lye. What a lacke-
braine is this ? I proteft, our plot is as good a plot as euer
was laid ; our Friend true and confiant : A good Flotte,
good Friends, and full of expedlation : An excellent plot,
very good Friends, What a Frofty-fpirited rogue is this?
why, my Lord of Yorke commends the plot, and the
generali courfe of the aiiion. By this hand, if I were now
by this Rafcall, I could braine him with his Ladies Fan.
Is there not my Father, my Vnckle, and my Seife, Lord
Edmund Mortimer, my Lord of Torlfe, and Owen Qlendourl
Is there not befides, the Dowglas ? Haue I not all their let¬
ters, to meete me in'Armes by the ninth of the next Mo-
neth ? and are they not fome of them fet forward already?
What a Pagan Rafcall is this ? An Jnfidell. Ha, you lhall
fee now in very fincerity of Feare and Cold heart, will he
to the King, and lay open all our proceedings. 0,I could
diuide my felfe, and go to buffets, for mouing fuch a difh
of skirn'd Milk with fo honourable an Adlion. Hang him,
let him tell the King we are prepared. I will fet forwards
to night.
Enter his Lady.
How now Kate, I mufl leaue you within thefe two hours.
La. O my good Lord, why are you thus alone ?
For what offence haue I this fortnight bin
A banifh'd woman from my Harries bed ?
Tell me (fweet Lord) what is't that takes from thee
Thy flomacke,pleafure,and thy golden lleepe ?
why dofl thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth ?
And Hart fo often when thou fitt'fl alone ?
Why haft thou loft the frelh blood in thy cheekes?
And giuen my Treafures and my rights of thee.
To thicke-ey'd mufmg, and curft melancholly ?
In my faint-flumbers, I by thee haue watcht.
And heard thee murmore tales of Iron Warres :
Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding Steed,
Cry courage to the field. And thou haft talk'd
Of Sallies, and Retires; Trenches,Tents,
Of Palizadoes, Frontiers,Parapets,
Of Bafiliskes, of Canon, Culuerin,
Of Prifoners ranfome, and of Souldiers flaine.
And all the current of a headdy fight.
Thy fpirit within thee hath beene fo at Warre,
And thus hath fo beftirr'd thee in thy fleepe.
That beds of fweate hath flood vpon thy Brow,
Like bubbles in a late-difturbed Streame ;
And in thy face ftrange motions haue appear'd.
Such as we fee when men reftraine their breath
On fome great fodaine haft. O what portents are thefe?
Some heauie bufmeffe hath my Lord in hand.
And I mufl know it ; elfe he loues me not.
Hot. What ho ; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone ?
Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone.
Hor.Hath Butler brought thofe horfes fro the Sheriffe?
Ser. One horfe,my Lord,he brought euen now.
Hot. What Hörle ? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.
Ser. It is my Lord.
Hot. That Roane fhall be my Throne. Well, I win
backe him flraight. Eß>erance, bid Butler lead him forth
into the Parke.
La. But heare you,my Lord.
Hot. What fay'ft thou my Lady ?
La. What is it carries you away ?
Hot. Why,my horfe(my Loue)my horle.
La. Out you mad-headed Ape, a Weazell hath not
fuch a deale of Spleene, as you are toft with. In footh He
know your bufineffe Harry, that I will. I feare my Bro¬
ther Mortimer doth flirre about his Title, and hath fent
for you to line his enterprize. But if you go
Hot. So farre a foot, I fhall be weary. Loue.
La. Come,come,you Paraquito, anfwer me direflly
vnto this queftion, that I fhall aske. Indeede He breake
thy little finger Harry,\f thou wilt not tel me true.
Hot. Away, away you trifter : Loue, I loue thee not,
I care not for thee Kate : this is no world
To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.
We mufl haue bloodie Nofes,and crack'd Crownes,
And paffe them currant too. Gods me, my horfe.
What fay'ft thou Kateiwhzt wold'ft thou haue with me ?
La. Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed ?
Well, do not then. For lince you loue me not,
I will not loue my felfe. Do you not loue me ?
Nay,tell me if thou fpeak'ft in ieft,or no.
Hot. Come, wilt thou fee me ride ?
And when I am a-horfebacke, I will fweare
I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate,
I mufl not haue you henceforth,queftion me.
Whether I go : nor reafon whereabout.
Whether I mufl, I mufl: and to conclude.
This Euening muft I leaue thee,gentle Kate,
I know you wife, but yet no further wife
Then Harry Perdes wife. Confiant you are.
But yet a woman : and for fecrecie.
No Lady clofer. For I will beleeue
Thou wilt not vtter what thou do'ft not know.
And fo farre wilt I truft thee,gentle Kate.
La. How fo farre ?
i/er.Not an inch further. But harke you Kate,
Whither I go, thither fhall you go too :
To day will I fet forth, to morrow you.
Will this content you Kate ?
La. It muft of force. Exeunt
Seena Quarta.
Enter Prince and Peines,
Prin. iVír¿/,prethee come out of that fat roome, & lend
me thy hand to laugh a little.
Peines* Where haft bene Hall ?
?r/«. With three or foure Logger-heads, amongft 3.
or fourefcore Hogftieads. 1 haue founded the verie bafe
ftring of humility. Sirra, I am fworn brother to a leafli of
Drawers,and can call them by their names,as Tow, Did^ey
and Francis, They take it already vpon their confidence,
that though I be but Prince of Wales, yet I am the King
of Curtefie: telling me flatly I am no proud lack like Fal-
ßaffeyhnt Corinthian,a lad of mettle, a good boy, and
when I am King of England,! fhall command al the good
Laddes in Ealt-cheape. They call drinking deepe, dy¬
ing Scarlet J and when you breath in your watering, then
e 3 they
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56 The Firß Tart of Fßng Henry the Fourth.
they cry hem, and bid you play it off. To conclude, I am
fo good a proficient in one quarter of an heure, that I can
drinke with any Tinker in his owne Language during my
life. I tell'thee Neßythou haft loft much honor, that thou
wer't not with me in this aélion : but fweet Ned,to fwee-
ten which name of Ned, I giue thee this peniworth of Su¬
gar, clapt euen now into my hand by an vnder Skinker,
one that neuer fpake other Englifti in his life, then Eight
ßfillings and fix fence, and, Tou are "nelcome: with this ihril
addition, tAnon, >-Anon ßr. Score a Pint of '^aßard in the
Hälfe Moone, or fo. But Ned, to driue away time till Fal-
fiaffe come, I prythee doe thou ftand in fome by-roome,
while I queftion my puny Drawer, to what end hee gaue
me the Sugar, and do neuer leaue calling Francis, that his
Tale to me may be nothing but. Anon :ftep afide, and He
ftiew thee a Prefident.
Poines, Francis.
Prin» Thou art perfeft.
Poin, Francis,
Enter ^ratver.
Fran. Anon,anon fir j lóoke downe into the Pomgar-
net, Ralfe.
Prince* Come hither Francis.
Fran. My Lord.
Prin. How long haft thou to feme, Francis ?
Fran. Forfooth fiue yeares, and as much as to
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon,anon fir.
Prin, Fiue yeares : Berlady a long Leafe for the clin¬
king of Pewter. But Francis, dareft thou be fo valiant, as
to play the coward with thy Indenture, & Ihew it a faire
paire of heeles, and run from it ?
Fran, O Lord fir, lie be fworne vpon all the Books in
England,! could finde in my heart.
Poin. Francis.
Fran, Anon,anon fir.
Prin, How old art thou,Francis ?
Fran. Let me fee, about Michaelmas next I fiialbe
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon fir, pray you ftay a little,my Lord.
Prin. Nay but harke you Francis, for the Sugar thou
gaueft me,'twas a penyworth,was't not?
Fran. O Lord fir, I would it had bene two.
Prin. I will giue thee for it a thoufand pound : Aske
me when thou wilt, and thou flialt haue it.
Poin. Francis.
Fran. Anon,anon.
Prin. Anon Francis? No Francis,but to morrow Fran¬
cis : or Francis,on thurfday:or indeed Francis when thou
wilt. But Francis.
Fran. My Lord.
Prin, Wilt thou rob this Leatherne Jerkin, Chriftall
button, Not-pated, Agat ring, Puke ftocking, Caddice
garter. Smooth tongue, Spanifti pouch.
Fran. O Lord fir,who do you meane?
Prin. Why then your browne Baftard is your onely
drinke : for looke you Francis,your white Canuas doub¬
let will fulley. In Barbary fir, it cannot come to fo much.
Fran. What fir.?
Poin, Francis.
Prin. Away you Rogue,doft thou heare them call ?
Heere they both call him, the Dratver ßands amazed,
not ^notfing which way to go.
Enter 'Vintner.
Vint. What, ftand'ft thou ftill, and hear'ft fuch a cal¬
ling ? Looke to the Guefts within: My Lord, olde Sir
lohn with hälfe a dozen more,are at the doore : ihall I let
them in?
Prin. Let them alone awhile, and then open the doore.
Poines.
Enter Poines.
Pom. Anon,anon fir,
Prin. Sirra, Falßaffe and the reft of the Theeues,are at
the doore, ihall we be merry ?
Poin. As merrie as Crickets my Lad. But harke yee.
What cunning match haue you made with this ieft of the
Drawer ? Come, what's the ilTue ?
Prin.\ am now of all humors,that haue íhewed them.,
felues humors, fince the old dayes of goodman j^dam, to
the pupill age of this prefent twelue a clock at midnight.
What's a clocke Francis ?
Fran, Anon ,anon fir.
. Prin, That euer this Fellow Ihould haue fewer words
then a Parret, and yet the fonne of a Woman. His indu-
ftry is vp-ftaires and down-ftaires, his eloquence the par-
ceil of a reckoning. I am not yet of Perdes mind, the Hot-
fpurre of the North, he that killes me fome fixe or feauen
dozen of Scots at a Breakfaft, walhes his hands, and faies
to his wife 5 Fie vpon this quiet life, I want worke. O my
fweet Harry fayes Ihe, how many haft thou kill'd to day?
Giue my Roane horfe a drench (fayes hee) and anfweres,
fome fourteene,an houre after : a trifle, a trifle. I prethee
call in Falßaffe, He play Percy, and that damn'd Brawne
ihall play Dame çAPortimer his wife.PitfOjfayes the drun¬
kard. Call in Ribs, call in Tallow.
Enter Falßaffe.
Poin. Welcome lacke, where haft thou beene?
Fal, A plague of all Cowards 1 fay, and a Vengeance
too, marry and Amen. Giue me a cup of Sacke Boy. Ere
I leade this life long, He fowe nether ftockes, and mend
them too. A plague of all cowards. Giue me a Cup of
Sacke, Rogue. Is there no Vertue extant?
Prin, Didft thou neuer fee Titan kilfe a diih of Butter,
pittifull hearted Titan that melted at the fweete Tale of
the Sunne? If thou didft, then behold that compound.
Fal. You Rogue, heere's Lime in this Sacke too;there
is nothing but Roguery to be found in Villanous manjyet
a Coward is worfe then a Cup of Sack with lime. A vil¬
lanous Coward, go thy wayes old lacke, die when thou
wilt,if manhood, good manhood be not forgot vpon the
face of the earth, then am I a ihotten Herring : there liues
not three good men vnhang'd in England, & one of them
is fat, and growes old, God helpe the while,a bad world I
fay. I would I were a Weauer, I could fing all manner of
fongs. A plague of all Cowards,! fay ftill.
Prin. How now Woolfacke,what mntter you ?
Fal. A Kings Sonnef If I do not beate thee out of thy
Kingdome with a dagger of Lath, and driue all thy Sub-
iedls afore thee like a flocke of Wilde-geefe, He neuer
weare haire on my face more. You Prince of Wales ?
Prin, Why you horfon round man?what's the matter ?
Fal, Are you not a Coward? Anfwer me to that, and
Poines there ?
Prin. Ye fatch paunch, and yee call mee Coward, He
ftab thee.
Fal, I call thee Coward ? He fee thee damn'd ere I call
the Coward: but I would giue a thoufand pound I could
run as faft as thou canft. You are ftraight enough in the
Ihoulders, you care not who fees your backe ; Call you
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that backing of your friendsP a plague vpon fuch bac¬
king : giue me them that will face me. Giue me a Cup
of Sack, 1 am a Rogue if I drunke to day.
Prince» O Villaine, thy Lippes are fcarce wipM, fince
thou drunk*ft lail.
Falfl. Airs one for that. He drinkes»
A plague of all Cowards ftill,fay I.
Prince. What's the matter }
Falfi. What's the matter } here be foure of vs, haue
ta'ne a thoufand pound this Morning»
Prince. Where is '\t,Iac^ ? where is it ?
Falfi. Where is it t taken from vs, it is ; a hundred
vpon poore foure of vs.
Prince. What, a hundred, man ?
Falsi. I am a Rogue,if I were not at hälfe Sword with
a dozen of them two heures together. I haue fcaped by
miracle. I am eight times thruft through the Doublet,
foure through the Hofe, my Buckler cut through and
through, my Sword hackt like a Hand-faw, ecce fignum.
I neuer dealt better fince I was a man : all would not doe.
A plague of all Cowards : let them fpeake ; if they fpeake
mere or lelTe then truth,they are villaines, and the fonnes
of darknefle,.
Prince. Speake firs,how was it?
Gad. We foure fet vpon fome dozen.
Falfi. Sixteene,at leaft,my Lord.
Gad. And bound them.
Peto. No, no, they were not bound«
Falfi. You Rogue, they were bound, euery man of
them, or I am a lew elfe,an Ebrew lew.
Gad. As we were lharing,fome fixe or feuen freih men
fet vpon vs.
Falfi. And vnbound the reft , and then come in the
other.
frince. What,fought yee with them all ?
Falfi. All ? I know not what yee call all ; but if I
fought not with fiftie of them, I am a bunch of Radiih :
if there were not two or three and fiftie vpon poore olde
then am I no two-legg'd Creature.
Poitt. Pray Heauen, you haue not murthered fome of
them.
Falfi. Nay, that's paft praying forj I haue pepper'd
two of them : Two I am fure I haue payed, two Rogues
in Buckrom Sutes. I tell thee what, Hal^ if I tell thee a
Lye,fpit in my face, call me Horfe: thou knoweft my olde
word: here I lay,and thus I bore my point ; foure Rogues
in Buckrom let driue at me.
Pr/wre.What,foure? thou fayd'ft but two,eucn now.
Falfi. Foure Hal^ \ told thee foure,
Poin. I,I,he faid foure.
Falfi. Thefe foure came all a-front, and mainely thruft
at me J I made no more adoe, but tooke all their feuen
points in my Targuet, thus.
Prince. Seuen ? why there were but foure, euen now.
Falfi. In Buckrom.
Poin, I,foure,in Buckrom Sutes.
Falfi. Seuen,by thefe Hilts,or I am a Villaine elfe.
Pria. Prethee let him alone,we ihall haue more anon.
Falfi. Doeft thou heare me^Half '
Prin. I,and marke thee too, Iacl{.
Falfi. Doe fo, for it is worth the liftning too : thefe
nine in Buckrom,that I told thee of.
Trin. So,two more aireadle.
Falfi. Their Points being broken.
Poin. Downe fell his Hofe.
Falfi. Began to giue me ground ! but I followed me
clofe,came in foot and hand^and with a thought,feuen of
the eleuen I pay'd.
Prin. O monfirous ! eleuen Buckrom men growne
out of two ?
Falfi. But as the Deuill would haue it, three mif-be-
gotten Knaues,in Kendall Greene, came at my Back, and
let driue at me 5 for it was fo darke,Hiz/,that thou could'ft
not fee thy Hand.
Prin. TheSe Lyes are like the Father that begets them,
groife as a Mountaine, open,palpable. "Why thou Clay-
brayn'd Guts, thou Knotty-pated Foole, thou Horfon ob-
fcene greafie Tallow Catch.
Falfi. What,art thou mad ? art thou mad f is not the
truth,the truth ?
Prin, Why, how could'ft thou know thefe men in
Kendall Greene, when it was fo darke, thou could'ft not
fee thy Hand f Come, tell vs your reafonrwhat fay'ft thou
to this ?
Poin. Come,your reafon lac^y your reafon«
Falfi. What,vpon compulfion ? No : were I at the
Strappado, or all the Racks in the World, I would not
tell you on compulfion. Giue you a reafon on compulfi¬
on ? If Reafons were as plentie as Black-berries,I would
giue no man a Reafon vpon compulfion,I.
Prin. He be no longer guiltie of this finne. This fan-
guine Coward, this Bed-preirer,this Horf-back-breaker,
this huge Hill of Fle/h,
Falfi, Away you Starueling, you Elfe-skin,you dried
Neats tongue, Bulles-piflell, you ftocke-fiih:0 for breth
to vtter. "What is like thee ? You Tailors yard,you fheath
you Bow-cafe,you vile ftanding tucke.
Prin. Well, breath a-while,and then to't againe : and
when thou haft tyr'd thyfelfe in bafe comparilons, heare
me fpeake but thus.
Toin. Marke lacke«
frin. We twojfaw you foure fet on foure and bound
them,and were Mafters of their Wealth : mark now how
a plaine Tale ihall put you downe. Then did we two, fet
on you foure,and with a word, outfac'd you from your
prize,and haue it: yea, and can ftiew it you in the Houfe ,
And Falfiafièyyou caried your Guts away as nimbly,with
as quicke dexteritie,and roared for mercy, and ftill ranne
and roar'd, as euer I heard Bull-Calfe. What a Slaue art
thou, to hacke thy fword as thou haft done,and then fay
it was in fight. What trick? what deuice ? what ftarting
hole canft thou now find out,to hide thee from this open
and apparant ihame ?
Peines. Come, let's heare lacke : What tricke haft
thou now f
Fal. I knew ye as well as he that made ye. Why heare
ye my Mafters, was it for me to kill the Heire apparant ?
Should I turne vpon the true Prince? Why,thou knoweft
I am as valiant as Hercules : but beware Inftindt, the Lion
will not touch the true Prince : Inftindl is a great matter.
I was a Coward on Inftindl : I ihall thinke the better of
my felfe, and thee, during my life : I, for a valiant Lion,
and thou for a true Prince. But Lads, I am glad you haue
the Mony. Hofteire,clap to the doores: watch to night,
pray to morrow. Gallants, Lads, Boyes, Harts of Gold,
all the good Titles of Fellowihip come to you. What,
ihall we be merry? ihall we haue a Play extempory,
Prin. Content, and the argument ihall be, thy tuning
away.
Fal. A,no more of that Hall y and thou loueft me«
£nter Hofiejfe.
Hofi. My Lord, the Prince ?
Prin.
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Prin. How now my Lady the Hoftefle , what fay'ft
thou to me ?
Hoßejfe. Marry,my Lord, there is a Noble man of the
Court at doore would fpeake with you: hee fayes,hee
comes from your Father.
Pr'in. Giue him as much as will make him a Royall
man,and fend him backe againe to my Mother.
Falfi. What manner of man is hee ?
Hojiejfe. An old man.
Fais. What doth Grauitie out of his Bed at Midnight?
Shall I giue him his anfwere ?
Prin. Prethee doe Iacl(e.
Falfi. *Faith,and lie lend him packing. Exit.
Prince. Now Sirs : you fought faire ; fo did you
Peto, fo did you Bardo!; you are Lyons too, you ranne
away vpon inftinil : you will not touch the true Prince ;
no,'fie.
Bard. 'Faith,! ranne when I faw others runne.
Prin. Tell mee now in earneft, how came Falfiaffes
Sword fo hackt i
Peto. Why, he hackt it with his Dagger, and faid, hee
would fweare truth out of England, but hee would make
you beleeue it was done in fight,and perfwaded vs to doe
the like.
"Bard. ■yea,and to tickle our Nofes with Spear-grafle,
to make them bleed, and then to bellubber our garments
with it, and fweare it was the blood of true men. I did
that I did not this feuen yeeres before, I blulht to heare
his monftrous deuices.
Prin. O Villaine, thou ftoleft a Cup of Sacke eigh-
teene yeeres agoe, and wert taken with the manner, and
euer fince thou haft blulht extempore : thou hadft fire
and fword on thy fide, and yet thou ranft away ; what
inftinél hadft thou for it ?
Bard. My Lord, doe you fee thefe Meteors ? doe you
behold thefe Exhalations ?
Prin. I doe.
Bard. What thinke you they portend ?
Prin. Hot LiueR,and cold Purfes.
Bard. Choler,my Lord, if rightly taken.
Prin. No, if rightly taken. Halter.
Enter Falfiaffe,
Heere comes leane /acj^f,heere comes bare-bone. How
now my fweet Creature of Bombaft, how long is't agoe,
lacke,imce thou faw'ft thine owne Knee ?
Falfi. My owne Knee ? When I was about thy yeeres
{Hal) I was not an Eagles Talent in the Wafte, I could
haue crept into any Aldermans Thumbe-Ring : a plague
of figbing and griefe, it blowes a man vp like a Bladder
There's villanous Newes abroad : heere was Sir lohn
Brahy from your Father j you muft goe to the Court in
the Morning. The fame mad fellow of the North,Perry ;
and hee of Wales, that gaue .Amamon the Baftinado,
and made Lucifer Cuckold, and fwore the Deuill his true
Liege-man vpon the Crofle of a Welch-hooke ; what a
plague call you him ?
Poin. O, Glendower.
Falfi. Owen, Owen ; the fame, and his Sonne in Law
cAfortimer, and old Northumherland, and the fprightly
Scot of Scots, Dowgloi, that runnes a Horfe-backe vp a
Hill perpendicular.
Prin. Hee that rides at high fpeede,and with a Piftoll
kills a Sparrow flying.
Falfi. You haue hit it.
Prin. So did he neuer the Sparrow.
Falfi. Well, that Rafcall hath good mettall in him,
hee will not runne.
Prin. Why, what a Rafcall art thou then, to prayfe him
fo for running ?
Falfi. A Horfe-backe (ye Cuckoe) but a foot hee will
not budge a foot.
Prin. Yes Lir/(f,vpon inftinft.
Falfi. I grant ye,vpon inftinél: Well,hee is there too,
and one oALordake, and a thoufand blew-Cappes more.,
hForcefier is ftolne away by Night : thy Fathers Beard is
turn'd white with the Newes ; you may buy Land now
as cheape as ftinking Mackrell.
Prin. Then 'tis like, if there come a hot Sonne, and this
ciuiU bufiètting hold, wee fliall buy Maiden-heads as
they buy Hob-nayles,by the Hundreds.
Falfi. By the Malfe Lad,thou fay'ft true, it is like wee
Ihall haue good trading that way. But tell me Hal, art
not thou horrible afear'd ? thou being Heire apparant,
could the World picke thee out three fuch Enemyes a-
gaine, as that Fiend Dowglcu, that Spirit Percy, and that
Deuill Glendower ? Art not thou horrible afraid ? Doth
not thy blood thrill at it ?
Prin. Not a whit: I lacke fome of thy inftinél.
Falfi. Well,thou wilt be horrible chidde to morrow,
when thou commeft to thy Father : if thou doe loue me,
praélife an anfwere.
Prin. Doe thou ftand for my Father,and examine mee
vpon the particulars of my Life.
Falfi. Shall I ? content : This Chayre lhall bee my
State , this Dagger my Scepter , and this Cuihion my
Crowne.
Prin. Thy State is taken for a loyn'd-Stoole, thy Gol¬
den Scepter for a Leaden Dagger, and thy precious rich
Crowne, for a pittifull bald Crowne.
Fais. Well,and the fire of Grace be not quite out of
thee, now ihalt thou be moued. Giue me a Cup of Sacke
to make mine eyes looke redde, that it may be thought I
haue wept, for I muft fpeake in paffion, and I will doe it
in King Camhyfis vaine.
Prin. Well,heere is my Legge.
Fais. And heere is my fpeech : ftand afide Nobilitie.
HofieJJe. This is excellent fport,yfaith.
Falfi. Weepe not, fweet Queene, for trickling teares
are vaine.
Hofiejfe. O the Father, how hee holdes his counte¬
nance ?
Falfi. For Gods fake Lords, conuey my truftfull Queen,
For teares doe flop the floud-gates of her eyes,
Hofiejfe. O rare, he doth it as like one of thefe harlotry
Players,as euer I fee.
Fafi. Peace good Pint-pot,peace good Tickle-braine.
Harry, I doe not onely maruell where thou fpendeft thy
time ; but qlfo, how thou art accompanied : For though
the Camomile, the more it is troden,the fafter it growes;
yet Youth, the more it is wafted, the fooner it weares.
Thou art my Sonne : I haue partly thy Mothers Word,
partly my Opinion ; but chiefely, a villanous tricke of
thine Eye, and a foolifli hanging of thy nether Lippe, that
doth vrarrant me. If then thou be Sonne to mee, heere
lyeth the point : why, being Sonne to me , art thou fo
poynted at ? Shall the bleifed Sonne of Heauen proue a
Micher, and eate Black-berryes ? a queftion not to bee
askt. Shall the Sonne of England proue a Theefe, and
take Purfes ? a queftion to be askt. There is a thing,
Harry,which thou haft often heard of,and it is knowne to
many
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many in our Land, by the Name of Pitch : this Pitch (as
ancient Writers doe report)doth defile; fo doth the com-
panie thou keepeft : for Harry, now I doe not fpeake to
thee in Drinke,but in Teares; not in PIeafure,but in Paf-
fion ; not in Words onely, but in Woes alfo : and yet
there is a vertuous man, whom I haue often noted in thy
companie, but Í know not his Name.
Prtn. What manner of man, and it like your Ma-
ieftie }
Falß. A goodly portly man yfeith, and a corpulent,
of a chearefull Looke, a pleafing Eye, and a moft noble
Carriage, and as I thinke,his age fome fiftie, or(byrlady)
inclining to threefcore ; and now 1 remember mee, his
HumenFalflaffe: if that man fhould be lewdly giuen,
hee deceiues mee ; for Harry, I fee Vertue in his Lookes.
If then the Tree may be knowne by the Fruit,as the Fruit
by the Tree, then peremptorily I fpeake it, there is Vertue
in that Falfiaffe ; him keepe with, the reft banifti. And
tell mee now, thou naughtie Varlet, tell mee, where haft
thou beene this moneth í
Prin. Do'ft thou fpeake like a King doe thou Hand
for mee, and lie play my Father.
Falil. Depofe me : if thou do'ft it hälfe fo grauely, fo
maieftically,both in word and matter,hang me vp by the
heeles for a Rabbet-fucker, or a Poulters Hare.
trin. Well,heere I am fet.
Falß. And beere I ftand : iudge my Matters.
Prin. Now Harry, whence come you ?
Falß. My Noble Lord, from Eaft-cheape.
Prin. The complaints I heare of thee,are grieuous.
Falsi. Yfaith, my Lord, they are falfe : Nay, He tickle
ye for a young Prince.
"Prin. Sweareft thou, vngracious Boy ? henceforth
ne're looke on me: thou art violently carryed away from
Grace : there is a Deuill haunts thee, in the likenefle of a
fat old Man ; a Tunne of Man is thy Companion: Why
do'ft thou conuerfe with that Trünke of Humors, that
Boulting-Hutch of Beaftlinefle, that fwolne Parcell of
Dropfies, that huge Bombard of Sacke, that ftuft Cloake-
bagge of Guts, that rotted Manning Tree Oxe with the
Pudding in his Belly, that reuerend Vice, that grey Ini-
quitie, that Father Ruffian, that Vanitie in yeeres? where¬
in is he good, but to tafte Sacke, and drinke itwherein
neat and cleanly, but to carue a Capon, and eat it ? where¬
in Cunning, but in Craft ? wherein Craftie, but in Villa-
nie I wherein Villanous,but in all things ? wherein wor¬
thy, but in nothing i
Falsi. I would your Grace would take me with you :
whom meanes your Grace í
Prince. That villanous abhominable mis-leader of
Youth, FalSlaffe, that old white-bearded Satban.
Falsi. My Lord, the man I know.
Prince. I know thou do'ft.
Falsi. But to fay, I know more harme in hfm then in
my felfe, were to fay more then I know. That hee is olde
(the more the pittie) his white hayres doe witnefle it :
hut that hee is (fauing your reuerence) a Whore-ma-
fter, that I vtterly deny. If Sacke and Sugar bee a fault,
Heauen helpe the Wicked : if to be olde and merry, be a
finne, then many an olde Hofte that I know, is damn'd :
if to be fat, be to be hated, then Pharaohs leane Kine are
to be loued. No, my good Lord, banifti Peto, banifti
Bardolph, banifti Points ; but for fweete lacl^e FalSlaffe,
kinde lacke Falñaffe, true lacke FalSlaffe, valiant lacke Fal-
ßaffe,ttni therefore more valiant,being as hee is olde lack
FalSlaffe, banifti not him thy Harryes companie, banifti
Henry the Fourth. 5 9
not him thy Harryes companie; banifti plumpe lacke,aná
banifti all the World.
Prince. I doe, I will.
Enter "Bardolfh running.
'Bard, O, my Lord, my Lord, the Sherife, with a moft
moft monftrous Watch, is at the doore.
Falß. Out you Rogue,play out the Play: I haue much
to fay in the behalfe of that Falßaffe.
Enter the Hoßeffe.
Hoñeffe. O, my Lord, my Lord.
Falß. Heigh, heigh, the Deuill rides vpon a Fiddle-
fticke : what's the matter í
Hoßeffe. The Sherife and all the Watch are at the
doore : they are come to fearch the Houfe , fliall I let
them in ?
Falß. Do'ft thou heare Hal, neuer call a true peece of
Gold a Counterfeit : thou art eflentially made, without
feeming fo.
Prince. And thou a naturall Coward, without in-
ftinél.
Falß. I deny your olMaior ; if you will deny the
Sherife,fo : if not, let him enter. If I become not a Cart
as well as another man, a plague on my bringing vp : I
hope I fliall as foone be ftrangled with a Halter, as ano¬
ther.
Prince. Goe hide thee behinde the Arras, the reft
walke vp aboue. Now my Matters, for a true Face and
good Confcience.
Falß. Both which I haue had : but their date is out,
and therefore He hide me. Exit.
Prince. Call in the Sherife.
Enter Sherife and the Carrier.
Prince, Now Malier Sherife, what is your will with
mee ?
She. Firft pardon me,my Lord. A Hue and Cry hath
followed certaine men vnto this houfe.
Prince. What men I
She. One of them is well knowne, my gracious Lord,
a grolfe fat man.
Car. As fat as Butter.
Prince. The man,I doe aflure you,is not heere, "
For I my felfe at this time haue imploy'd him :
And Sherife, I will engage my word to thee.
That I will by to morrow Dinner time.
Send him to anfwere thee, or any man.
For any thing he fliall be charg'd withall :
And fo let me entreat you,leaue the houfe.
She. I will, my Lord : there are two Gentlemen
Haue in this Robberie loft three hundred Markes.
Prince. It may be fo : if he haue robb'd thefe men.
He ftiall be anfwerable : and fo farewell.
She. Good Night, my Noble Lord.
Prince. I thinke it is good Morrow,is it not?
She. Indeede,my Lord, I thinke it be two a Clocke.
Sxit.
Prince. This oyly Rafcall is knowne as well as Poules:
goe call him forth.
Peto. Falßaffe? fall afleepe behinde the Arras , and
fnorting like a Horfe.
Prince. Harke, how hard he fetches breath : fearch his
Pockets. He
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He Jearcheth his Pockets , and findttb
certaine Papers.
Prince. What haft thou found?
Peto. Nothing but Papers, my Lord.
Prince. Let's fee, what be they ? reade them.
Peto. Item,a Capon. ii.s.ii.d.
Item,Sawce. iiii.d.
Item,Saclce,two Gallons. v.s.viil.d.
Item, Anchoues and Sacke after Supper. ii.s.vi.d.
Item, Bread. ob.
Prince. O monftrous, but one hälfe penny-worth of
Bread to this intollerable deale of Sacke i What there is
e]fe,keepe clofe,wee'le reade it at more aduantage : there
let him fleepe till day. He to the Court in the Morning:
Wee muft all to the Warres,and thy place ihall be hono¬
rable. He procure this fat Rogue a Charge of Foot,
and I know his death will be a Match of Twelue-fcore.
The Money ihall be pay'd backe againe with aduantage.
Be with me betimes in the Morning : and fo good mor¬
row Peto.
Peto. Good morrow,good my Lord. Exeunt.
A5lus Tertius. Seena Trima.
Enter Hotjpurre, TVorceßer, Eord Mortimer,
Orpen Glendoxçer.
Mort. Thefe promifes are faire, the parties fure.
And our induifion full of profperous hope.
Hotjp. Lord oMortimer, and Coufin Glendotoer^
Will you fit downe ?
And Vnckle JVorcefler ; a plague vpon it,
I haue forgot the Mappe.
Glend. No,here it is :
Sit Coufin Percy,(it good Coufin Hotjpurre ;
For by that Name,as oft as Lancaßer doth fpeake of you.
His Cheekes looke pale,and with a rifing figh,
He wilheth you in Heauen.
HotJp. And you in Hell,as oft as he heares Owen Glen-
dower fpoke of.
Glend. I cannot blame him : At my Natiuitie,
The front of Heauen was full of fierie ihapes.
Of burning Creflets : and at my Birth,
The frame and foundation of the Earth
Shak'd like a Coward.
Hotjß. Why fo it would haue done at the fame feafon,
if your Mothers Cat had but kitten'd, though your fclfe
had neuer beene borne.
Glend. I fay the Earth did ihake when I was borne.
HotJp. And I fay the Earth was not of my minde.
If you fuppofe, as fearing you, it ftiooke.
Glend. The Heauens were all on fire, the Earth did
tremble.
Hotß). Oh, then the Earth Ihooke
To fee the Heauens on fire.
And not in feare of your Natiuitie.
Difeafed Nature oftentimes breakes forth
In ftrange eruptions ; and the teeming Earth
Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext.
By the imprifoning of vnrúly Winde
Within her Wombe : which for enlargement ftriuing.
Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles downe
Steeples,and moffe-growne Towers. At your Birth,
Our Grandam Earth,hauing this diftemperature,
In pafiTion fiiooke.
Glend. Coufin : of many men
1 doe not beare thefe Croffings : Giue me leaue
To tell you once againe, that at my Birth
The front of Heauen was full of fierie Ihapes,
The Goates ranne from the Mountaines,and the Heards
Were ftrangely clamorous to the frighted fields :
Thefe lignes haue markt me extraordinarie,
And all the courfes of my Life doe Ihew,
I am not in the Roll of common men.
Where is the Lining, dipt 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.
Hotjß. I thinke there's no man fpeakes better Wellh :
He to Dinner.
Mort. Peace Coufin Percy, you will make him mad.
Glend. I can call Spirits from the vaftie Deepe.
Hotß>. Why fo can I,or fo can any man :
But will they cotrle, when you doe call for them ?
Glend. Why, I can teach thee, Coufin, to command the
Deuill.
HotJß.KtiA I can teach thee, Coufin, to lhame the Deuil,
By telling truth. 7ell truth, andßoame the Deuill.
If thou haue power to rayfe him, bring him hither.
And He be fworne, I haue power to lhame him hence.
Oh, while you liue, tell truth,and lhame the Deuill.
olMort. Come, come, no more of this vnprofitable
Chat.
Glend. Three times hath Henry BuUingbrool(e made head
Againft my Power: thrice from the Banks of Wye,
And fandy-bottom'd Seuerne, haue I hent him
Bootlelfe home,and Weather-beaten backe.
Hot^. Home without Bootes,
And in foule Weather too.
How fcapes 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 Eaft, is to my part affign'd :
All Weftward, Wales, beyond the Seuerne fliore.
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 fealed enterchangeably,
(A Bufinelfe that this Night may execute^
■To morrow,Coufin Percy,yon and I,
And my good Lord of Worcefter, will fet forth.
To meete your Father, and the Scottilh Power,
As is appointed vs at Shrewsbury.
My Father Glendower is not readie yet.
Nor Ihall wee neede his helpe thefe foureteene dayes :
Within that fpace,you may haue drawne together
Your Tenants, Friends, and neighbouring Gentlemen.
Glend. A Ihorter time Ihall fend me to you. Lords :
And in my Conduit Ihall your Ladies come.
From whom you now muft fteale, and take no leaue.
For there will be a World of Water flaed,
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Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you.
Hotß>. 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 beft of all my Land,
A huge hälfe Moone,a monftrous Cantle out.
He haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp.
And here the fmug and Siluer Trent (hall runne,
In a new Channell, faire and euenly :
It lhall not winde with fuch a deepe indent.
To rob me of fo rich a Bottome here.
Glend. Not winde ? it lhall, it muft, you fee it doth.
Mort. Yea, but marke how he beares his courfe.
And runnes me vp, with like aduantage on the other fide.
Gelding the oppofed Continent as much.
As on the other fide it takes from you.
JVorc. Yea, but a little Charge will trench him here.
And on this North fide winne this Cape of Land,
And then he runnes ftraight and euen.
Hotjp. He haue it fo,a little Charge will doe it.
Glend. He not haue it alter'd.
Hotjp. Will not you
Glend. No, nor you lhall not.
Hot^. Who lhall fay me nay ?
Glend. Why, that will I.
Hot^. Let me not vnderftand you then, fpeake it in
Wellh.
Glend. I can fpeake Englilh, Lord,as well as you :
For I was trayn'd vp in the Englilh Court ;
Where, being but young, I framed to the Harpe
Many an Englilh Dittie, louely well.
And gaue the Tongue a helpefull Ornament ;
A Vertue that was neuer feene in you.
Hotß>. Marry, and I am glad of it with all my heart,
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew.
Then one of thefe fame Meeter Ballad-mongers :
I had rather heare a Brazen Candlefiick turn'd.
Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree,
And that would fet my teeth nothing an edge.
Nothing fo much, as mincing Poetrie ;
'Tis like the fbrc't gate of a Ihuffling Nagge.
Glend. Come,you lhall haue Trent turn'd.
Hotjp. I doe not care: He giue thrice fo much Land
To any well-deferuing friend ;
But in the way of Bargaine, marke ye me.
He cauill on the ninth part of a hayre.
Are the Indentures drawne.' lhall we be gone ?
Glend. The Moone Ihines faire.
You may away by Night :
He hafte the Writer; and withall,
Breake with your Wiues,of your departure hence :
I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde.
So much Ihe doteth on her Mortimer. Exit.
Mort. Fie, Coufin Percy, how you crofle my Fa¬
ther.
Hotß. I cannot chufe : fometime 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-lefte Filh,
A clip-wing'd Grillin,and a moulten Rauen,
A couching Lyon, and a ramping Cat,
And fuch a deale of skimble-skamble Stuffe,
As puts me from my Faith. I tell you what.
He held me laft Night,at leaft,nine howres.
In reckning vp the feuerall Deuils Names,
That were his Lacqueyes :
I cry'd hum, and well, goe too.
But mark'd him not a word. 0,he is as tedious
As a tyred Horfe, a rayling Wife,
Worfe then a fmoakie Houfe. I had rather liue
With Cheefe and Garlick in a Windmill farre.
Then feede on Cates,and haue him talke to me,
In any Summer-Houfe in Chriftendome.
Mort. In faith he was a worthy Gentleman,
Exceeding well read,and profited.
In ftrange Concealements :
Valiant as a Lyon,and wondrous affable.
And as bountifull, as Mynes of India.
Shall I tell you,Coufin,
He holds your temper in a high refpeft.
And curbes himfelfe, euen of his naturall fcope.
When you doe croffe his humorr'íáith he does,
I warrant you, that man is not aliue.
Might fo haue tempted him,as you haue done.
Without the tafte of danger, and reproofe :
But doe not vfe it oft, let me entreat you.
JVorc. In faith, my Lord, you are too wilfull blame.
And fince your comming hither,haue done enough.
To put him quite befides his patience.
You muft needes learne, Lord,to amend this fault:
Though fometimes it Ihew Greatneffe, Courage,Blood,
And that's the deareft grace it renders you ;
Yet oftentimes it doth prefent harlh Rage,
Defeft of Manners, want of Gouernment,
Pride,Haughtineffe,Opinion,and Difdaine :
The leaft of which,haunting a Nobleman,
Lofeth mens hearts, and leaues behinde a ftayne
Vpon the beautie of all parts befides.
Beguiling them of commendation.
Hotjp. Well, I am fchool'd :
Good-manners be your fpeede ;
Heere come your Wiues,and let vs take our leaue.
Enter Glendover, trith the Ladies.
Mort. This is the deadly fpight,that angers me.
My Wife can fpeake no Englifti,! no Wellh.
Glend.My Daughter weepes, ihee'le not part with you,
Shee'le be a Souldier too, Ihee'le to the Warres.
Mort. Good Father tell her, that Ihe and my Aunt Percy
Shall follow in your Conduft fpeedily.
Qlendower Jpeakes to her in JVelfl:, and fie an-
Jweres him in the fame.
Çlend. Shee is defperate heere :
A peeuilh felfe-will'd Harlotry,
One that no perfwafion can doe good vpon.
The Lady fieakfs in JVelfi.
Mort. I vnderftand thy Lookes: that pretty Wellh
Which thou powr'ft down from thefe fwellingHeauens,
I am too perfeél in : and but for lhame.
In fuch a parley fliould I anfwere thee.
The Lady againe in JVelfi.
Mort. I vnderftand thy Kiires,and thou mine.
And that's a feeling difputation :
But I will neuer be a Truant, Loue,
Till I haue learn'd thy Language:for thy tongue
Makes
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Makes Welfli as fweet as Ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a faire Queene in a Summers Bowre,
With rauifliing Diuifion to her Lute.
Qknd. Nay, if thou melt, then will Ihe runne madde.
ne Lady J}>ea\es againe in Weiß}.
eZfort. 0,lam Ignorance it felfe in this.
Çrlend. She bids you.
On the wanton Rulhes lay you downe.
And reft your gentle Head vpon her Lappe,
And ihe will fing the Song that pleafeth you,
And on your Eye-lids Crowne the God of Sleepe,
Charming your blood with pleafing heauinefle j
Making fuch difference betwixt Wake and Sleepe,
As is the difference betwixt Day and Night,
The houre before the Heauenly Harneis'd Teeme
Begins his Golden Progreffe in the Eaft.
cffííirf.With all my heart He fit, and heare her fing:
By that time will our Booke,I thinke,be drawne.
Qlend. Doe fo :
And thofe Mufitians that lhall play to you.
Hang in the Ayre a thoufand Leagues from thence ;
And ftraight they lhall be here : fit, and attend.
Hotß>. Come Kate,thoa art perfeft in lying downe :
Come, quicke, quicke, that I may lay my Head in thy
Lappe.
Lady. Goe,ye giddy-Goofe.
ne eOlLißc^e f layes.
Hotjp. Now I perceiue the Deuill vnderftands Wellh,
And 'tis no maruell he is fo humorous :
Byrlady hee's a good Mufitian.
Lady. Then would you be nothing but Muficall,
For you are altogether gouerned by humors :
Lye ftil! ye Theefe,and heare the Lady fing in Wellh.
HotJp. I had rather heare (Lady) my Brach howle in
Irilh.
Lady. Would'ft haue thy Head broken ?
Hotß>. No.
Lady. Then be ftill.
Hotjp. Neyther,'tis a Womans fault.
Lady. Now God helpe thee.
Hotjp. To the Wellh Ladies Bed.
Lady. What's that I
Hotjp. Peace, Ihee lings.
Heere the Lady fings a Weljh Song.
Hotjp. Come, He haue your Song too.
Lady. Not mine,in good footh.
Hotjp. Not yours,in good footh?
You fweare like a Comfit-makers Wife :
Not you,in good footh ; and,as true as I liue ;
And, as God lhall mend me ; and,as fure as day :
And giueft fuch Sarcenet furetle for thy Oathes,
As if thou neuer walk'ft firrther then Finsbury.
Sweare me, Ar<7if,like a Lady, as thou art,
A good mouth-filling Oath: and leaue in footh,
And fuch proteft of Pepper Ginger-bread,
To Veluet-Guards,and Sunday-Citizens.
Come, fing.
Lady. 'I will not ling.
Hotjp. 'Tis the next way to turne Taylor, or be Red-
breft teacher : and the Indentures be drawne. He away
within thefe two howres : and fo come in, when yee
will. Exit.
Glend. Come, come. Lord Mortimer,yoM are as flow.
As hot Lord Percy is on fire to goe.
By this our Booke is drawne: wee'le but feale.
And then to Horfe immediately.
Mort. With all my heart. Exeftnt.
Sctxna Secunda.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, and others.
King. Lords, giue vs leaue :
The Prince of Wales,and I,
Muft haue fome priuate conference :
But be neere at hand,
For wee lhall prefently haue neede of you.
Exeunt Lords.
I know not whether Heauen will haue it fo.
For fome difpleafing feruice I haue done;
That in his fecret Doome,out of my Blood,
Hee'le breede Reuengement,and a Scourge for me :
But thou do'ft in thy paffages of Life,
Make me beleeue, that thou art onely mark'd
For the hot vengeance, and the Rod of heauen
To punilh my Miftreadings. Tell me elfe.
Could fuch inordinate and low delires.
Such poore,fuch bare,fuch lewd,fuch meane attempts.
Such barren pleafures, rude focietie.
As thou art matcht withall,and grafted too,
Accompanie the greatncffe of thy blood.
And hold their leuell with thy Princely heart ?
Prince. So pleafe your Maiefty, I would 1 could
Quit all offences with as cleare excufe.
As well as I am doubtlefie I can purge
My felfe of many I am charg'd withall î
Yet fuch extenuation let me begge.
As in reproofe of many Tales deuis'd.
Which oft the Eare of Greatneffe needes muft heare.
By fmlling Pick-thankes, and bafe Newes-mongers ;
I may for lome things true,wherein my youth
Hath faultie wandred,and irregular.
Finde pardon on my true fubmiffion.
King. Heauen pardon thee:
Yet let me v/onitt,Harry,
At thy affeitions, which doe hold a Wing
Quite from the flight of all thy anceftors.
Thy place in Councell thou haft rudely loft,
which by thy younger Brother is fupply'de ;
And art almoft an alien to the hearts
Of all the Court and Princes of my blood.
The hope and expeilation of thy time
Is ruin'd,and the Soule of euery man
Prophetically doe fore-thinke thy ftll.
Had I fo lauilh of my prefence beene.
So common hackney'd in the eyes of men.
So ftale and cheape to vulgar Company ;
Opinion, that did helpe me to the Crowne,
Had ftill kept loyall to poffeflion.
And left me in reputelefle banilhment,
A fellow of no marke,nor likelyhood.
By being feldome feene,l could not ftirre.
But like a Comet, I was wondred at.
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63
That men would tell their Children, This is hee :
Others would fay; Where, Which is Bullingbrool^.
And then 1 Hole all Courtefie from Heauen,
And dreft my felfe in fuch Humilitie,
That I did plucke Allégeance from mens hearts,
Lowd Showts and Salutations from their mouthes,
Euen in the prefence of the Crowned King.
Thus I did keepe my Perfon frelh and new,
My Prefence like a Robe Pontificall,
Ne're feene,but wondred at : and fo my State,
Seldome but fumptuous, (hewed like a Feaft,
And wonne by rareneffe fuch Solemnitie.
The skipping King hee ambled vp and downe.
With (hallow lefters,and ra(h Bauin Wits,
Soone kindled,and foone burnt,carded his State,
Mingled his Royaltie with Carping Fooles,
Had his great Name prophaned with their Scornes,
And gaue his Countenance, againft his Name,
To laugh at gybing Boyes, and (land the pu(h
Of euery Beardle(re vaine Comparatiue ;
Grew a Companion to the common Streetes,
EnfeofF'd himfelfe to Popularitie ;
That being dayly fwallowed by mens Eyes,
They furfeted with Honey, and began to loathe
The tafte of SweetnelTe, whereof a little
More then a little, is by much too much.
So when he had occafion to be feene.
He was but as the Cuckow is in lune.
Heard, not regarded : feene but with fuch Eyes,
As ficke and blunted with Communitie,
AIToord no extraordinarie Gaze,
Such as is bent on Sunne-like Maieftie,
When it (hines feldome in admiring Eyes :
But rather drowz'd ,and hung their eye-lids downe.
Slept in his Face, and rendred fuch afpeél
As Cloudie men vfe to doe to their aduerfaries.
Being with his prefence glutted,gorg'd,and full.
And in that very Line ,iÍ3rry, (landed thou :
For thou had lod thy Princely Priuiledge,
With vile participation. Not an Eye
But is awearie of thy common (ight,
Saue mine, which hath defir'd to fee thee more :
Which now doth that I would not haue it doe.
Make blinde it felfe with foolilh tendernedfe.
Prince. I (hall hereafter, my thrice gracious Lord,
Be more my felfe.
King. For all the World,
As thou art to this houre, was Richard then.
When I from France fet foot at Rauenfpurgh ;
And euen as I was then,is Percy now :
Now by my Scepter, and my Soule to boot.
He hath more worthy intered to the State
Then thou, the (hadow of SuccelTion ;
For of no Right, nor colour like to Right.
He doth dll delds with Harneis in the Realme,
Turnes head againd the Lyons armed lawes ;
And being no more in debt to yeeres.then thou,
Leades ancient Lords,and reuerent BKhops on
To bloody Battailes,and to brudng Armes.
What neuer-dying Honor hath he got,
Againd renowned Dmglas ? whofe high Deedes,
Whofe hot Incur(ions,and great Name in Armes,
Holds from all Souldiers chiefe Maioritie,
And Militarle Title Capitall.
Through all the Kingdomes that acknowledge Chrid,
Thrice hath the Uotjpur ¿Mars, in fwathing Clothes,
This Infant Warrior, in his Enterprifes,
Difcomfited great Dcmglas, ta'ne him once.
Enlarged him, and made a friend of him.
To fill the mouth of deepe Defiance vp.
And (hake the peace and fafetie of our Throne.
And what fay you to this ? Percy, Northumberland,
The Arch-bi(hops Grace of YorRt, Dmglas,Mortimer,
Capitulate againd vs, and are vp.
But wherefore doe I tell thefe Newes to thee?
Why, Harry ,Aoe I tell thee of my Foes,
Which art my neer'd and deared Enemie ?
Thou, that art like enough, through vaflTall Feare,
Bafe Inclination, and the dart of Spleene,
To fight againd me vnder Perdes pay.
To dogge his heeles,and curtfie at his frownes.
To (hew how much thou art degenerate.
Prince. Doe not thinke fo, you (hall not finde it fo :
And Heauen forgiue them, that fo much haue fway'd
Your Maiedies good thoughts away from me:
I will redeeme all this on Perdes head.
And in the clofing of fome glorious day.
Be bold to tell you,that I am your Sonne,
When I will weare a Garment all of Blood,
And daine my fauours in a bloody Maske :
Which wa(ht away, (hall fcowre my (hame with it.
And that (hall be the day, when ere it lights.
That this fame Child of Honor and Renowne,
This gallant Hotß>ur,Üi\% all-prayfed Knight,
And your vnthought-of Harry chance to meet :
For euery Honor fitting on his Helme,
Would they were multitudes,and on my head
My (hames redoubled. For the time will come.
That I (hall make this Northerne Youth exchange
His glorious Deedes for my Indignities :
Percy is but my Failor, good my Lord,
To engrolTe vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe :
And I will call him to fo driil account.
That he (hall render euery Glory vp,
Yea,euen the (leighted worlhip of his time.
Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart.
This, in the Name of Heauen, I promife here :
The which, if I performe, and doe furuiue,
I doe befeech your Maiedie, may falue
The long-growne Wounds of my intemperature :
If not, the end of Life cancells all Bands,
And I will dye a hundred thoufand Deaths,
Ere breake the fmalled parcell of this Vow.
King. A hundred thoufand Rebels dye in this ;
Thou (halt haue Charge, and foueraigne trud herein.
Snter 'Blunt.
How now good Blunt} thy Lookes are full of fpeed.
'Blunt. So hath the BufinelTe that I come to fpeake of.
Lord ¿Mortimer of Scotland hath fent word.
That 'Dmglas and the Englilh Rebels met
The eleuenth of this moneth, at Shrewsbury :
A mightie and a fearefull Head they are,
(If Promifes be kept on euery hand)
As euer offered foule play in a State.
King. The Earle of Wedmerland fet forth to day:
With him my fonne. Lord lohn of Lancader,
For this aduertifement is fiue dayes old.
On Wednefday next, Harry thou (halt fet forward :
On Thurfday,wee our felues will march.
Our meeting is Bridgenorth: and Harry,yan (hall march
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Through Glocefterfliire : by which account,
Our Bufmefle valued feme twelue dayes hence,
Our generali Forces at Bridgenorth fliall meete.
Our Hands are full of Bufinefle : let's away,
Aduantage feedes him fat, while men delay. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter FalSaffe and 'Bardolfh.
FalB. Bardolph, am I not falne away vilely, lince this
laftailion? doe I not bate? doe I not dwindle? Why
my skinne hangs about me like an olde Ladies loofe
Gowne : I am withered like an olde Apple lohn. Well,
He repent,and that fuddenly, while I am in fome liking :
I lhall be out of heart Ihortly, and then I fhall haue no
Itrength to repent. And I haue not forgotten what the
in-fide of a Church is made of, I am a Pepper-Corne, a
Brewers Horfe,the in-fide of a Church. Company, villa-
nous Company hath beene the fpoyle of me.
Bard. Sir lohn, you are fo fretfull, you cannot liue
long.
Faiß. Why there is it: Come,fing me a bawdy Song,
make me merry : I was as vertuoully giuen, as a Gentle¬
man need to be ; vertuous enough, fwore little, dic'd not
aboue feuen times a weeke, went to a Bawdy-houfe not
aboue once in a quarter of an houre, payd Money that I
borrowed, three or foure times ; liued well, and in good
compalTe : and now I liue out of all order, out of com-
palTe.
'Bard. Why, you are fo fat. Sir John , that you mull
needes bee out of all compalTe ; out of all reafonable
compafle, Sir John.
Faß. Doe thou amend thy Face, and He amend thy
Life : Thou art our Admirall, thou beareft the Lanterne
in the Poope, but 'tis in the Nofe of thee ; thou art the
Knight of the burning Lampe.
'Bard. Why,Sir lohn,my Face does you no harme.
Faß. No,He be fworne : I make as good vfe of it, as
many a man doth of a Deaths-Head,or a Memento cMori.
I neuer fee thy Face,butl thinke vpon Hell fire,and Diues
that liued in Purple ; for there he is in his Robes burning,
burning. If thou wert any way giuen tovertue,I would
fweare by thy Face; my Oath Ihould bee, 'By this Fire;
But thou art altogether giuen ouer ; and wert indeede,
but for the Light in thy Face, the Sunne of vtter Darke-
nelTe. When thou ran'ft vp Gads-Hill in the Night, to
catch my Horfe, if I did not thinke that thou hadft beene
an Ignis fatum,or a Ball of Wild-fire, there's no Purchafe
in Money. O, thou arta perpetuall Triumph, an euer-
lalling Bone-fire-Light : thou haft faued me a thoufand
Markes in Linkes and Torches, walking with thee in the
Night betwixt Tauerne and Tauerne : But the Sack that
thou haft drunke me, would haue bought me Lights as
good cheape,as the deareft Chandlers in Burope. I haue
maintain'd that Salamander of yours with lire, any time
this two and thirtie yeeres, Heauen reward me for it.
Bard. I would my Face were in your Belly.
Falsi. So Ihould I be fure to be heart-burn'd.
Enter Hoßejfe.
How now,Dame Partlet the Hen, haue you enquir'd yet
who pick'd my Pocket ?
ing Henry the Fourth.
Hoßejfe. Why Sir Join, what doe you thinke. Sir lohn ?
doe you thinke I keepe Theenes in my Houfe ? I haue
fearch'd, I haue enquired, fo haz my Husband, Man by
Man, Boy by Boy, Seruant by Seruant : the tight of a
hayre was neuer loft in my houfe before.
Faß. J Ye lye Hoftefle : 'Bardolph v/a lhau'd, and loft
many a hayre ; and He be fworne my Pocket was pick'd :
goe to,you are a Woman,goe.
HoSleJfe. Who I ? I delie thee : I was neuer call'd fo
in mine owne houfe before.
Faß. Goe to, I know you well enough.
HoSteJfe. No,Sir lohn,you doe not know me,Sir lohn:
I know you, Sir lohn : you owe me Money, Sir lohn, and
now you picke a quarrell, to beguile me of it : I bought
you a dozen of Shirts to your Backe.
Faß. Doulas, filthy Doulas : I haue giuen them
away to Bakers Wiues,and they haue made Boulters of
them.
HoSleffe. Now as I am a true Woman, Holland of eight
ftiillings an Ell: You owe Money here befides. Sir lohn,
for your Dyet, and by-Drinkings, and Money lent you,
foure and twentie pounds.
Faß. Hee had his part of it,let him pay.
Hoßejfe. Hee ? alas hee is poore , hee hath no¬
thing.
Faß. How? Poore? Looke vpon his Face : What call
you Rich ? Let them coyne his Nofe,let them coyne his
Cheekes, He not pay a Denier. What, will you make a
Younker of me ? Shall I not take mine eafe in mine Inne,
but I lhall haue my Pocket pick'd ? I haue loft a Seale-
Ring of my Grand-fathers, worth fortie Marke.
Hoßejfe. I haue heard the Prince tell him, I know not
how oft, that that Ring was Copper.
Faß. How? the Prince is a lacke,a Sneake-Cuppe:
and if hee were heere,I would cudgell him like a Dogge,
if hee would fay fo.
Enter the f rince marching,and Faßaffe meets
him, playing on hie Trunchton
li^e a Fife.
Faß. How now Lad i is the Winde in that Doorei
Mull we all march ?
Bard. Yea,two and two,Newgate falhion.
Hoñejfe. My Lord,I pray you heare me,
'Prince. What fay'll thou, MiftrelTe Quic\ly? How
does thy Husband ? I loue him well , hee is an honeft
man.
Hoßejfe. Good, my Lord, heare mee.
Faß. Prethee let her alone, and lift to mee.
Prince. What fay'll thou, lacl(e ?
Faß. The other Night I fell alleepe heere behind the
Arras, and had my Pocket pickt : this Houfe is turn'd
Bawdy-houfe, they picke Pockets.
Prince. What didft thou lofe,/aci^e ?
Faß. Wilt thou beleeue me. Hall Three or foure Bonds
of fortie pound apeece, and a Seale-Ring of my Grand-
lathers.
Prince. A Trifle, fome eight-penny matter.
Hoß. So I told him,my Lord ; and I faid, I heard your
Grace fay fo : and (my Lord) hee fpeakes moll vilely of
you, like a foule-mouth'd man as hee is, and faid, hee
would cudgell you.
Prince. What hee did not ?
Hoß. There's neyther Faith, Truth, nor Woman-hood
in me elfe.
Fa^. There's
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Falß. There's no more faith in thee then a ftu'de Prune;
nor no more truth in thee, then in a drawne Fox ; and for
Wooman-hood,Maid-marian may be the Deputies wife
of the Ward to thee. Go, you nothing : go.
Hofl, Say, what thing.'what thing ?
Falfl. What thing? why a thing to thanke heauen on.
Hofl. I am no thing to thanke heauen on, I wold thou
Ihouldft know it : I am an honeft mans wife : and ietting
thy Knighthood afide, thou art a knaue to call me fo.
Falfl. Setting thy woman-hood afide,thou art a beaft
to fay otherwife.
Hofl. Say,what beaft,thou knaue thou?
Fal. What beaft.? Why an Otter.
Prit!. An Otter, fir /oin? Why an Otter ?
Fu/. Why? She's neither fifh nor flefli; a man knowes
not where to haue her.
Hofl , Thou art vniuft man In faying fo ; thou, or anie
man knowes where to haue me,thou knaue thou.
Prince. Thou lay'ft true Hofteire,and he llanders thee
moft grolfely.
Hofl. So he doth you,my Lord, and fayde this other
day. You ought him a thoufand pound.
Prince. Sirrah,do I owe you a thoufand pound ?
Falfl. A thoufand pound Hall A Million. Thy loue is
worth a Million : thou ow'ft me thy loue.
Hofl. Nay my Lord,he call'd you lacke, and faid hee
would cudgell you.
Fa¡. Did I, Bardolph ?
'Bar. Indeed Sir lohn, you faid fo.
Fal. Yea, if he faid my Ring was Copper.
Prince. I lay 'tis Copper. Dar'ft thou bee as good as
thy word now ?
Fal. Why Hall thou know'ft,as thou art but a man,I
dare : but,as thou art a Prince, I feare thee, as I feare the
roaring of the Lyons Whelpe.
Prince. And why not as the Lyon ?
Fal. The King himfelfe is to bee feared as the Lyon :
Do'ft thou thinke He feare thee,as I feare thy Father.'nay
if I do, let my Girdle breake.
Prin, 0,if it fhould. how would thy guttes fall about
thy knees. But firra : There's no roome for Faith, Truth,
nor Honefty, in this bofome of thine ; it is all ftll'd vppe
with Guttes and Midrifïe. Charge an honeft Woman
with picking thy pocket? Why thou horfon impudent
imboft Rafcall, if there were any thing in thy Pocket but
Tauerne Recknings, Memorandums of Bawdie-houfes,
and one poore peny-worth of Sugar-candie to make thee
long-winded : if thy pocket were enrich'd with anie o-
ther iniuries but thele, 1 am a Villaine : And yet you will
ftand to it, you will not Pocket vp wrong. Art thou not
alham'd ?
Fal. Do'ft thou heare Hal ? Thou know'ft in the ftate
of Innocency, Adam fell : and what fhould poore lacl^e
Falflaffe do, in the dayes of Villany ? Thou feeft, I haue
more flefh then another man, and therefore more frailty.
You confelTe then you pickt my Pocket?
Prin. It appeares fo by the Story.
Fal. HoftefTe, I forgiue thee :
Go make ready Breakfaft, loue thy Husband,
Looke to thy Seruants, and cherifh thy Guefb :
Thou fhalt find me traflable to any honeft reafon:
Thou feeft, I am pacified ftill.
Nay, I prethee be gone.
Exit Hoflejfe.
Now Hal, to the newes at Court for the Robbery, Lad ?
How is that anfwered ?
Prin. O my fweet Beefe :
I muft ftill be good Angelí to thee.
The Monie is paid backe againe.
Fu/. O, I do not like that paying backe, 'tis a double
Labour.
Prin. I am good Friends with my Father,and may do
any thing.
Fal. Rob me the Exchequer the firft thing thou do'ft,
and do it with vnwafh'd hands too.
'Bard. Do my Lord.
Prin. I haue procured thee Iac\e,n Charge of Foot.
Fal. I would it had beene of Horfe. Where fhal I finde
one that can fteale well ? O, for a fine theefe of two and
twentie,or thereabout : I am heynoufly vnprouided. Wei
God be thanked for thefe Rebels, they offend none but
the Vertuous. I laud them, I praife them.
Prin. 'Bardolph.
'Bar. My Lord.
Prin. Go beare this Letter to Lord lohn of Lancafter
To my Brother lohn. This to my Lord of Weftmerland,
Go Peto, to horfe : for thou,and I,
Haue thirtie miles to ride yet ere dinner time.
/af/^i,meet me to morrow in the Temple Hall
At two a clocke in the afternoone.
There fhalt thou know thy Charge,and there receiue
Money and Order for their Furniture.
The Land is burning. Perde ftands on hye.
And either they, or we muft lower lye.
Fal. Rare words! braue world.
Hoftefre,my breakfaft, come :
Oh, I could wifh this Tauerne were my drumme.
Exeunt omnes.
ASius Q uartus. Scœna Trima.
Enter Harrte Hotjfurrty Worceßer^
and Dowgloó,
Hot. Well faid, my Noble Scot, if fpeaking truth
In this fine Age,were not thought flatterie.
Such attribution fhould the Dorvglat haue,
As not a Souldiour of this feafons ftampe,
Should go fo generali currant through the world*
By heauen 1 cannot flatter : 1 defie
The Tongues of Soothers. But a Brauer place
In my hearts loue,hath no man then your Seife.
Nay ,taske me to my word : approue me Lord.
Dorp. Thou art the King of Honor :
No man fo potent breathes vpon the ground,
But I will Beard him.
Enter a JHeJJenger.
Hot, Do fo, and 'tis well. What Letters haft there ?
I can but thanke you.
Meß'. Thefe Letters come from your Father.
Hot. Letters from him t
Why comes he not himfelfe ?
MeJ. He cannot come, my Lord,
He is greeuous ficke.
Hot. How? haz he the leyfure to be ficke now
In fuch a iuftling time? Who leades his power ?
Vnder whofe Gonernment come they along?
f a Mej
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Mejf. His Letters beares his minde, not I his minde.
Wor. I prethee tell me,doth he keepe his Bed ?
MeJf. He did,my Lord,foure dayes ere I fet forth !
And at the time of my departure thence,
He was much fear'd by his PhyficLan.
Wor. I would the ftate of time had firft beene whole,
Ere he by ficknelTe had beene vilited :
His health was neuer better worth then now.
Hbfj^.Slcke |now? droope now? this licknes doth infefl
The very Life-blood of our Enterprife,
'Tis catching hither,euen to our Campe.
He writes me here,that inward fickneffe.
And that his friends by deputation
Could not fo foone be drawne: nor did he thinke it meet,
To lay fo dangerous and deare a truft
On any Soule remou'd, but on his owne.
Yet doth he giue vs bold aduertifement.
That with our fmall coniundtion we ihould on.
To fee how Fortune is difpos'd to vs :
For,as he writes,there is no quailing now,
Becaufe the King is certainely polfeft
Of all our purpofes. What fay you to it ?
Wor, Your Fathers ficknefle is a mayme to vs.
Hotjp. A perillous Galh,a very Limme lopt off :
And yet,in faith,it is not his prefent want
Seemes more then we ihall finde it.
Were it good, to fet the exadb wealth of all our ftates
All at one Cad ? To fet fo rich a mayne
On the nice hazard of one doubtfull houre.
It were not good : for therein Ihould we reade •
The very Bottome,and the Soule of Hope,
The very Lid, the very vtmod Bound
Of all our fortunes.
Dowg. Faith,and fo wee fiiould.
Where now remaines a fweet reuerfion.
We may boldly fpend, vpon the hope
Of what is to come in :
A comfort of retyrement Hues in this.
HotJp. A Randeuous,a Home to flye vnto.
If that the Deuill and Mifchance looke bigge
Vpon the Maydenhead of our Affaires.
Wor. But yet I would your Father had beene here:
The Qualifie and Heire of our Attempt
Brookes no diuifion : It will be thought
By fome,that know not why he is away.
That wifedome,loyaltie, and meere didike
Of our proceedings, kept the Earle from hence.
And thinke,how fuch an apprehenfion
May turne the tyde of fearefull Failion,
And breede a kinde of quedion in our caufe :
For well you know, wee of the offring fide.
Mud keepe aloofe from drift arbitrement.
And dop all fight-holes,euery loope,from whence
The eye of reafon may prie in vpon vs :
This abfence of your Father drawes a Curtaine,
That ihewes the ignorant a kinde of feare.
Before not dreamt of.
HotJp. You drayne too farre.
I rather of his abfence make this vfe :
It lends a Ludre,and more great Opinion,
A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,
Then if the Earle were here : for men mud thinke.
If we without his helpe,can make a Head
To pulh againd the Kingdome ; with his helpe.
We diall o're-turne it topfie-turuy downe :
Yet all goes well,yet all our ioynts are whole.
Dong. As heart can thinke :
There is not fuch a word fpoke of in Scotland,
At this Dreame of Feare.
Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Hotjp. My Coufin welcome by my Seule.
Vern. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome,Lord.
The Earle of Wedmerland, feuen thoufand drong.
Is marching hither-wards, with Prince lohn.
HotJp. No harme: what more ?
Vern, And further, I haue learn'd.
The King himfelfe in perfon hath fet forth.
Or hither-wards intended fpeedily.
With drong and mightie preparation.
Hotjp. He fliall be welcome too.
Where is his Sonne,
The nimble-footed Mad-Cap, Prince of Wales,
And his Comrades, that daft the World afide,
And bid it paffe ?
Vern. All furnidit, all in Armes,
All plum'd like Edridges, that with the Winde
Bayted like Eagles,hauing lately bath'd.
Glittering in Golden Coates,like Images,
As full of fpirit as the Moneth of May,
And gorgeous as the Sunne at Mid-fummer,
Wanton as youthfull Goates,wllde as young Bulls.
I faw young Harry with his Beuer on.
His Culhes on his thighes,gallantly arm'd.
Rife from the ground like feathered tíMercury,
And vaulted with fuch eafe into his Seat,
As if an Angelí dropt downe from the Clouds,
To turne and winde a fierie Pegaftu,
And witch the World with Noble Horfemanlhip.
Hotjp. No more, no more,
Worfe then the Sunne in March ;
This prayfe doth nourifli Agues : let them come.
They come like Sacrifices in their trimme.
And to the fire-ey'd Maid of fmoakie Warre,
All hot, and bleeding, will wee offer them :
The mayled efffarj fhall on his Altar fit
Vp to the eares in blood. I am on fire.
To heare this rich reprizall is fo nigh.
And yet not ours. Come, let me take my Horfe,
Who is to beare me like a Thunder-bolt,
Againft the bofome of the Prince of Wales.
Harry to Harry,ihall not Horfe to Horfe
Meete,and ne're part, till one drop downe a Coarfe ?
Oh,that Gtendower were come.
Ver. There is more newes :
I learned in Worcefter,as I rode along.
He cannot draw his Power this fouteteene dayes.
Dong. That's the worft Tidings that I heare of
yet.
Wor. I by my faith, that beares a frofty found.
Hotjp. What may the Kings whole Battaile reach
vnto ?
Ver. To thirty thoufand.
Hot. Forty let it be.
My Father and Glendoner being both away.
The powres of vs, may ferue fo great a day.
Come,let vs take a mufter fpeedily:
Doomefday is neere; dye all,dye merrily.
Don. Talke not of dying, I am out of feare
Of death, or deaths hand, for this one hälfe yeare.
Exeunt Omnes.
Seena
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Scana Secunda.
Enter Falfloffe and Bardolfh.
Falfi. "Bardolfh, get thee before to Couentry, fill me a
Bottle of Sack, our Souldiers lhall march throughiwee'le
to Sutton-cop-hiU to Night.
'Bard. Will you giue me Money, Captaine ?
Falsi. Lay out, lay out.
"Bard. This Bottle makes an Angelí.
Falfi. And if it doe, take it for thy labour : and if it
make twentie, take them all, lie anfwere the Coynage.
Bid my Lieutenant Veto meete me at the Townes end.
"Bard. I will Captaine : farewell. Exit.
Falfi. If I be not alham'd of my Souldiers, I am a
fowc't-Gurnet : I haue mif-vs'd the Kings PrefTe dam¬
nably. I haue got, in exchange of a hundred and fiftie
Souldiers, three hundred and odde Pounds. 1 prefle me
none but good Houfe-holders, Yeomens Sonnes:enquire
me out contraéled Batchelers, fuch as had beene ask'd
twice on the Banes: fuch a Commoditie of warme flaues,
as had as lieue heare the Deuill, as a Drumme ; fuch as
feare the report of a Caliuer,worfe then a ftruck-Foole,
or a hurt wilde-Ducke. I preft me none but fuch Toftes
and Butter, with Hearts in their Bellyes no bigger then
Pinnes heads, and they haue bought out their leruices:
And now, my whole Charge confifts of Ancients, Cor¬
porals, Lieutenants, Gentlemen of Companies, Slaues as
ragged as Lazarm in the painted Cloth, where the Glut¬
tons Dogges licked his Sores j and fuch, as indeed were
neuer Souldiers, but dif-carded vniuft Seruingmen,youn¬
ger Sonnes to younger Brothers, reuolted Tapfters and
Oftlers, Trade-falne, the Cankers of a calme World,and
long Peace, tenne times more dis-honorable ragged,
then an old-fac'd Ancient ; and fuch haue I to fill vp the
roomes of them that haue bought out their feruices: that
you would thinke, that I had a hundred and fiftie totter'd
Prod!galIs,lateIy come from Swine-keeping, from eating
Draftè and Huskes. A mad fellow met me on the way,
and told me,I had vnloaded all the Gibbets,and preft the
dead bodyes. No eye hath feene fuch skar-Crowes : He
not march through Couentry with them, that's flat. Nay,
and the Villaines march wide betwixt the Legges, as if
they had Gyues on ; for indeede, I had the moft of them
out of Prilbn. There's not a Shirt and a hälfe in all my
Company : and the hälfe Shirt is two Napkins tackt to¬
gether, and throwne ouer the Ihoulders like a Heralds
Coat,without fleeues : and the Shirt, to fay the truth,
ftolne from my Hoft of S. Albones, or the Red-Nofe
Inne-keeper of Dauintry. But that's all one, they'le finde
Linnen enough on euery Hedge.
Enter the Prince,and the Lord of Wfimerland.
Prince. How now blowne lacl^f how now Quilt ?
Falfi. What Hal? How now mad Wag, what a Deuill
do'ft thou in Warwickfliire ? My good Lord of Weft-
merland,I cry you mercy, I thought your Honour had al¬
ready beene at Shrewsbury.
ff^efi. 'Faith,Sir lohn,'th more then time that I were
there, and you too : but my Powers are there alreadie.
The King, I can tell you, lookes for ys all ; we muftaway
all to Night.
jig
Falfi. Tut,neuer feare me, I am as vigilant as a Cat,to
fteale Creame.
Prince. I thinke to fteale Creame indeed, for thy theft
hath alreadie made thee Butter : but tell me,whofe
fellowes are thefe that come after.'
Falfi. Mine,ifb/,mine.
Prince. I did neuer fee fuch pittifull Rafcals.
Falfi. Tut, tut, good enough to toffeifoode for Pow¬
der, foode for Powder: they'le fill a Pit,as well as better:
tufh man,mortaIl men,mortall men.
Wefim. I, but Sir lohn, me thinkes they are exceeding
poore and bare, too beggarly.
Falfi. Faith, for their pouertie,I know not where they
had that; and for their barenelTe, I am fure they neuer
learn'd that of me.
Prince.No,Ue be fworne,vnlefl'e you call three fingers
on the Ribbes bare. But firra,make hafte,Percy is already
in the field.
Falfi. What,is the King encamp'd?
fFefim. Hee is, Sir lohn, I feare wee fhall ftay too
long.
Falfi. Well, to the latter end of a Fray, and the begin¬
ning of a Feaft, fits a dull fighter, and a keene Gueft.
Exeunt.
Scœna Fert'ta.
Enter Hot^ur^Worceßer^Dovpglaä^and
Vernon,
Hotß>, Wee'le fight with him to Night,
fVorc, It may not be.
Dowg. You giue him then aduantage.
*l)ern. Not a whit.
îiotfp. Why fay you fo ? lookes he not for fupply?
Uern, So doe wee.
Hotjp. His is certaine,ours is doubtful!.
Wore, Good Coufin be adui$*d,ilirre not to night.
Uern, Doe not,my Lord.
Dorog. You doe not counfaile well s
You fpeake it out of feare,and cold heart.
Uern. Doe me no íiznátVyDowglaó: by my Life,
And I dare well maintaine it with my Life,
If well-refpe£bed Honor bid me on,
I hc^d as little counfaile with weake feare,
As, you, my Lord,or any Scot that this day Üues.
Let it be feene to morrow in the Battell,
Which of vs feares.
Dovpg. Yea, or to night.
Uern. Content,
HotJp. To night, fay I.
Uern, Come,come,it may not be.
I wonder much,being me of fuch great leading as you are
That you fore-fee not what impediments
Drag backe our expedition : certaine Horfe
Of my QouCiwVernons are not yet come vp,
Your Vnckle Worceßers Horfe came but to day.
And now their pride and mettall is afleepe,
Their courage with hard labour tame and dull,
That not a Horfe is hälfe the hälfe of himfelfe.
HotJp. So are the Horfes of the Enemie
In generali iourney bated,and brought low ;
The better part of ours are full of reft.
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68 The Firß Tart of Kjng Henry the Fourth.
JVorc. The number of the King exceedeth ours:
For Gods fake, Coulin,ftay till all come in.
Tht Trumfit founds a Parley. Enter Sir
fTalter 'Blunt.
"Blunt. I come with gracious offers from the King,
If you vouchfafe me hearing, and refpeél.
Hot^. Welcome, Sir IValter "Blunt :
And would to God you were of our determination.
Some of vs loue you well : and euen thofe fome
Enuie your great deferaiings,and good name,
Becaufe you are not of our qualitie.
But itand againft vs like an Enemie.
"Blunt.And Heauen defend, but ftill I Ihould (land fo.
So long as out of Limit, and true Rule,
You ftand againft anoynted Maieftie.
But to my Charge.
The King hath fent to know
The nature of your Griefes,and whereupon
You coniure from the Breft of Ciuill Peace,
Such bold Hoftilitie, teaching his dutious Land
Audacious Crueltie. If that the King
Haue any way your good Deferts forgot.
Which he confelTeth to be manifold.
He bids you name your Griefes,and with all fpeed
You lhall haue your delires,with intereft;
And Pardon abfolute for your felfe, and thefe.
Herein mis-led, by your fuggeftion.
Hotß>. The King is kinde :
And well wee know, the King
Knowes at what time to pramife,when to pay.
My Father, my Vnckle,and my felfe.
Did giue him that fame Royaltie he weares :
And when he was not fixe and twentie ftrong,
Sicke in the Worlds regard,wretched,and low,
A poore vnminded Out-law, fneaking home.
My Father gaue him welcome to the Ihore :
And when he heard him fweare,and vow to God,
He came but to be Duke of Lancafter,
To fue his Liuerie,and begge his Peace,
With teares of Innocencie,and tearmes of Zeale ;
My Father, in kinde heart and pitty mou'd.
Swore him afriftance,and perform'd it too.
Now, when the Lords and Barons of the Realme
Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him.
The more and leffe came in with Cap and Knee,
Met him in Boroughs,Cities,Villages,
Attended him on Bridges, ftood in Lanes,
Layd Gifts before him,profFer'd him their Oathes,
Gaue him their Heires,as Pages followed him,
Euen at the heeles,in golden multitudes.
He prefently,as Greatneffe knowes it felfe.
Steps me a little higher then his Vow
Made to my Father, while his blood was poore,
Vpon the naked fhore at Rauenfpurgh :
And now(forfooth) takes on him to reforme
Some certaine Edi£ts,and fome ftrait Decrees,
That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth;
Cryes out vpon abufes,feemes to weepe
Ouer his Countries Wrongs: and by this Face,
This feeming Brow of luftice, did he winne
The hearts of all that hee did angle for.
Proceeded further, cut me off the Heads
Of all the Fauorites, that the abfent King
In deputation left behinde him heere.
When hee was perfonall in the Irilh Warre.
"Blunt. Tut,I came not to heare this.
Hotjp. Then to the point.
In fhort time after, hee depos'd the King.
Soone after that,depriu'd him of his Life :
And in the neck of that,task't the whole State.
To make that worfe,fuffer'd his Kinfman cJWurrh,
Who is, if euery Owner were ptac'd,
Indeede his King,to be engag'd in Wales,
There, without Ranfome,to lye forfeited :
Difgrac'd me in my happie Vidtories,
Sought to intrap me by intelligence.
Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord,
In rage difmifs'd my Father from the Court,
Broke Oath on Oath,committed Wrong on Wrong,
And in conclufion,droue vs to feeke out
This Head of fafetie ; and withall, to prie
Into his Title : the which wee finde
Too indiredl, for long continuance.
"Blunt. Shall I returne this anfwer to the King ?
Hotjp. Not fo. Sir JValter.
Wee'le with-draw a while :
Goe to the King,and let there be impawn'd
Some furetie for a fafe returne againe.
And in the Morning early lhall my Vnckle
Bring him our purpofe : and fo farewell.
Blunt. I would you would accept of Grace and Loue.
Hot_g>. And't may be,fo wee fhall.
Blunt. Pray Heauen you doe. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Enter the Arch-Bijhop ofror\e,and Sir Michell.
Arch.Hx, good Sir Michell, beare this fealed Briefe
With winged hafte to the Lord Marlhall,
This to my Coufin Scroofe, and all the reft
To whom they are direfted.
If you knew how much they doe import.
You would make hafte.
Sir Mich. My good Lord, I guelfe their tenor.
Arch. Like enough you doe.
To morrow, good Sir Michell, h a day.
Wherein the fortune of ten thoufand men
Muft bide the touch. For Sir,at Shrewsbury,
As I am truly giuen to vnderftand.
The King, with mightle and quick-rayfed Power,
Meetes with Lord Harry : and I feare,Sir Michell,
What with the fickneffe of Northumberland,
Whofe Power was in the firft proportion ;
And what with Oven Glendovers abfence thence.
Who with them was rated firmely too.
And comes not in, ouer-rul'd by Prophecies,
I feare the Power of Percy is too weake.
To wage an inftant tryall with the King.
ÂrÂiïci. Why, my good Lord, you need not feare.
There is "Dovglae, and Lord cMortimer.
Arch. No,cíHí)rfímfr is not there.
Sir Mic.BuC there is Mordal^e,Vernon, Lord Harry fercy,
And there is my Lord of Worcefter,
And a Head of gallant Warriors,
Noble Gentlemen.
Arch. And
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tArcb. And fo there is, but yet the King hath drawne
The fpeciall head of all the Land together :
The Prince of Wales, Lord loba of Lancaller,
The Noble Weftmerland, and warlike 'Blunt \
And many moe Corriuals,and deare men
Of eftimation, and command in Armes.
Sir M. Doubt not my Lord, he lhall be well oppos'd
.Arch. I hope no lefle.'Yet needfull 'tis to feare,
And to preuent the worft. Sir Michell fpeed ¡
For if Lord Perry thriue not, ere the King
DifmilTe his power, he meanes to vifit vs :
For he hath heard of our Confederacie,
And, 'tis but Wifedome to make ftrong againft him !
Therefore make haft, I muft go write againe
To other Friends : and fo farewell,Sir Michell. Exeunt.
ASlus Quintus. Seena Trtma.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord lohn of Lancafier,
Earle of IVeßmerland, Sir IValter Blunt,
and Falßaffe.
King. How bloodily the Sanne begins to peere
Aboue yon busky hill ! the day lookes pale
At his diftemperature.
Prin. The Southerne winde
Doth play the Trumpet to his purpofes,
And by his hollow whiftling in the Leaues,
Fortels a Tempeft,and a bluft'ring day.
King. Then with the lofers let it lympathize,
For nothing can feeme foule to thofe that win.
The Trumpet founds.
Enter hforceßer.
King. How now my Lord ofWorfter? 'Tis not well
That you and I Ihould meet vpon fuch tearmes.
As now we meet. You haue deceiu'd our truft.
And made vs doffe our eafie Robes ofPeace,
To crulh our old limbes in vngentle Steele :
This is not well, my Lord, this is not welL
What fay you to it? Will you againe vnknit
This churlilh knot of all-abhorred Warre?
And moue in that obedient Orbe againe.
Where you did giue a faire and naturall light.
And be no more an exhall'd Meteor,
A prodigie of Feare, and a Portent
Of broached Mifcheefe, to the vnbotne Times?
fPor. Heare me, my Liege :
For mine owne part, I could be well content
To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life
With quiet houres : For I do proteft,
I haue not fought the day of this diftike.
King. You haue not fought it : how comes it then?
Fal. Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it.
Prin. Peace, Che wet, peace.
ffor. It pleas'd your Maiefty, to turne your lookes
Of Fauour, from my Selie, and all our Houfe ;
And yet I muft remember you my Lord,
^ We were the firft, and deareft of your Friends :
For you, my ftafife of Office did I breake
In Richards time, and poafted day and night
To meete you on the way,and kilfe your hand.
When yet you were in place, and in account
Nothing fo ftrong and fortunate, as I j
It was my Seife, my Brother, and his Sonne,
That brought you home, and boldly did out-dare
The danger of the time. You fwore to vs.
And you did fweare that Oath at Doncafter,
That you did nothing of purpofe'gainft the State,
Nor claime no further, then your new-falne right.
The feate of Gaunt, Dukedome of Lancafter,
To this, we fware our aide : But in Ihort fpace.
It rain'd downe Fortune Ihowring on your head.
And fuch a floud of Greatnefle fell on you.
What with our helpe,what with the abfent King,
What with the iniuries of wanton time.
The feeming fufferances that you had borne,
And the contrarious Windes that held the King
So long in the vnlucky Irilh Warres,
That all in England did repute him dead ;
And from this fwarme of faire aduantages.
You tooke occafion to be quickly woo'd.
To gripe the generali fway into your hand.
Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncafter,
And being fed by vs, you vs'd vs fo.
As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird,
Vfeth the Sparrow, did opprefte our Neft,
Grew by our Feeding, to fo great a bulke.
That euen our Loue dürft not come neere your light
For feare of fwallowing : But with nimble wing
We were inforc'd for fafety fake, to flye
Out of your fight, and raife this prefent Head,
Whereby we ftand oppofed by fuch meanes
As you your felfe, haue focg'd againft your felfe.
By vnkinde vfage, dangerous countenance.
And violation of all faith and troth
Sworne to vs in yonger enterprise.
Kin. Thefe things indeede you haue articulated,
Proclaim'd at Market Cro(res,read in Churches,
To face the Garment of Rebellion
With fome fine colour, that may pleafe the eye
Of fickle Changelings, and poore Difcontents,
Which gape, and rub the Elbow at the newes
Of hurly burly Innouation :
And neuer yet did Infurredllon want
Such water-colours, to impaint his caufe :
Nor moody Beggars, ftaruing for a time
Of pell-mell hauocke,and confufion.
Prin, In both our Armies, there is many a foule
Shall pay full dearely for this encounter,
If once they ioyne in triall. Tell your Nephew, ^
The Prince of Wales doth ioyne with all the world
In praife of Henry Perde". By my Hopes,
This prefent enterprize fet off his head,
I do not thinke a brauer Gentleman,
More afliue, valiant, or more valiant yong.
More daring,or more bold,is now aliue.
To grace this latter Age with Noble deeds.
For my part, I may fpeake it to my lhame,
I haue a Truant beene to Chiualry,
And fo I heare, he doth account me too :
Yet this before my Fathers Maiefty,
I am content that he lhall take the oddes
Of his great name and eftimation.
And will,to faue the blood on either fide.
Try fortune with him, in a Single Fight.
King. And Prince of Wales,fo dare we venter thee.
Albeit, confiderations infinite
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Do make againft it : No good Worftcr, no,
We loue our people well ; eucn thofe we loue
That are milled vpon your Coufms part :
And will they take the offer of our Grace:
Both he,and they,and you; yea,euery man
Shall be my Friend againe, and lie be his.
So tell your Coufin, and bring me word.
What he will do. But if he will not yeeld.
Rebuke and dread correilion waite on vs.
And they lhall do their Office. So bee gone,
We will not now be troubled with reply.
We oiler faire, take it aduifedly,
Sxit Worceßer.
Prin. It will not be accepted,on my life.
The Dowglcu and the Hotjpurre both together,
Are confident againft the world in Armes.
King. Hence therefore, euery Leader to his charge.
For on their anfwer will we fet on them ;
And God befriend vs, as our caufe is iuft. Exeunt.
Manet Prince and Faißaffe.
Fal. Hal, if thou fee me downe in the battell.
And heftride me, fo ; 'tis a point of friendlhip.
ÍWb.Nothing but a Coloffus can do thee that ffendlhip
Say thy prayers, and farewell.
Fal. I would it were bed time Hal,znd all well.
Prin. Why, thou ow'ft heauen a death.
Falß, 'Tis not due yet : I would bee loath to pay him
before his day. What neede I bee fo forward with him,
that call's not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter. Honor prickes
me on. But how if Honour pricke me off when I come
on .' How then Can Honour fet too a legge.'No : or an
arme? No: Or take away the greefe of a wound? No.
Honour hath no skill in Surgerie, then ? No.What is Ho¬
nour? A word. What is that word Honour? Ayre: A
trim reckoning. Who hath it ? He that dy'de a Wednef-
day. Doth he feele it? No. Doth hee heare it? No. Is it
infenfible then? yea, to the dead. But wil it not hue with
the liuing? No. Why ? Detraélion wil not fuffer it,ther-
fore He none of it. Honour is a meere Scutcheon, and fo
ends my Catechifine. Exit.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Worceßer^ and Sir T{icbard Demon.
Wor. O no, my Nephew muft not know, Sir "Richard^
The liberall kínde offer of the King.
Ver. *Twere beft he did.
iVor^ Then we are all vndone.
It is not polîible, it cannot be,
The King would keepe his word in louîng vs.
He will fufpeét vs ftill, and finde a time
To punifh this offence in others faults :
Suppofition,all our liues, /hall be ilucke full of eyes 5
For Treafon is but trufted like the Foxe,
Who ne*re fo tame, fo cheri/ht, and lock'd vp,
Will haue a wide tricke of his Anceftors :
Looke how he can, or fad or merrily.
Interpretation will mifquote our lookes.
And we ihall feede like Oxen at a ftall.
The better cheri/ht, ftill the nearer death.
My Nephewes trcfpa/fe may be well forgot,
It hath the excufe of youth, and heate of blood.
And an adopted name of Ptiuiledge,
A haire-brain*d //br^arr^,gouernM by a Spleene;
All his offences Hue vpon my head.
And on his Fathers. We did traine him on.
And his corruption being tane from vs,
We as the Spring of all, /hall pay for all ;
Therefore good Coufin, let not Harry know
In any cafe, the offer of the King.
Ver, Deliuer what you will,IIe fay *tisfo.
Heere comes your Cofin.
Enter Hotjpurre.
Hot. My Vnkle is returned,
Deliuer vp my Lord of Weftmerland.
Vnkle, what ne we-.?
War. The King will bid you battell prefently.
^iw.Defie him by the Lord of Weftmerland.
Hot. Lord Doffglas : Go you and tell him fo.
Dfnv. Marry and ihall, and verie willingly.
Sxit Dorpglas.
JVor. There is no feeming mercy in the King.
Hot. Did you begge any? God forbid.
Wor. I told him gently of our greeuances.
Of his Oath-breaking \ which he mended thus,
By now forfwearing that he is forfworne,
He cals vs Rebels, Traitors,and will fcourge
With haughty armes, this hatefull name in vs.
Enter Dovglas.
Arme Gentlemen, to Armes, for I haue thrown
A braue defiance in King Henries teeth :
And Weftmerland that was ingag'd did beare it.
Which cannot choofe but bring him quickly on.
JVor. The Prince of Wales ftept forth before the king,
And Nephew, challengM you to fingle fight.
Hot. O, would the quarrell lay vpon our heads,
And that no man might draw ihort breath to day.
But I and Harry Monmouth. Tell me,tell mee,
How ihew'd his Talking?SeemM it in contempt?
Ver, No, by my Soule : I neuer in my life
Did heare a Challenge vrg*d more modeftly,
Vnleife a Brother ftiould a Brother dare
To gentle exercife, and proofe of Armes.
He gaue you all the Duties of a Man,
TrimmM vp your praifes with a Princely tongue.
Spoke your deferuings like a Chronicle,
Making you euer better then his praife, '
By ftill difpraifing praife, valew'd with you :
And which became him like a Prince indeed,
He made a blu/hing citall of himfelfe,
And chid his Trewant youth with iuch a Grace,
As if he maftred there a double fpirit
Of teaching, and of learning inftantly :
There did he paufe. But let me tell the World,
If he out-liue the enuie of this day,
England did neuer owe fo fweet a hope,
So much mifconftrued in his Wantonne/Te.
Hot. Coufin, I thinke thou art enamored
On his Follies : neuer did I heare
Of any Prince fo wilde at Liberty.
But be he as he will, yet once ere night,
I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme,
That he ihall ihrinke vnder my curtefie.
Arme, arme with fpeed. And Fellow^s,Soldiers, Friends,
Better confider what you haue to do,
That 1 that haue not well the gift of Tongue,
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Can lift your blood vp with perfwafion.
Enter a cOHeJJenger.
Mef. My Lord,heere are Letters for you.
Hot. I cannot reade them now.
OGentlemen, the time of life is Ihort ;
To fpend.that ihortnelTe bafely,were too long.
Iflife did ride vpon a Dials point,
Still ending at the arriuall of an houre.
And if we liue, we liue to treade on Kings:
If dye; braue death, when Princes dye with vs:
Now for our Confciences, the Armes is faire.
When the intent for bearing them is iuft.
Enter another tóMeJJenger.
Mef. My Lord prepare, the King comes on apace.
Hot. I thanke him, that he cuts me from my tale:
For I profefle not talking: Onely this.
Let each man do his heft. And heere I draw a Sword,
Whole worthy temper I intend to ftaine
With the beft blood that I can meete withall.
In the aduenture of this perillous day.
Now Efperance Percy, and fet on :
Sound all the lofty Inftruments of Warre,
And by that Muficke, let vs all imbrace :
For heauen to earth, fome of vs neuer íhall,
A fécond time do fuch a curtefie.
Tibfy embrace, the Trumpets found, the King entereth
with hü power, alarum -unto the battel!. Then enter
Dow^las,and Sir Walter ^lunt.
£/«.What IS thy name, that in battel thus y crofleft me?
What honor doft thou feeke vpon my head ?
Ttm. Know then my name is Dowglas,
And I do haunt thee in the battell thus,
Becaufe fome tell me, that thou art a King.
Blunt. They tell thee true.
Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought
Thy likeneffe : for infted of thee King Harry,
This Sword hath ended him, fo lhall it thee,
Vnleffe thou yeeld thee as a Prifoner.
Blu. I was not borne to yeeld, thou haughty Scot,
And thou Ihalt finde a King that will reuenge
Lords Staffords death.
Fight, Blunt Üßaine, then enters Hotjpur,
Hot. O f)o»^/flS,hadft thou fought at Holmedon thus
J neuer had triumphed o're a Scot.
Dow. All's done,airs won,here breathles lies the king
Hot. Where?
Dow. Heere.
Hot. This Dowglasl No, I know this face full well :
A gallant Knight he was, his name v/as'Blunt,
Semblably furnilh'd like the King himfelfe.
Dow, Ah foole : go with thy foule whether it goes,
A borrowed Title haft thou bought too deere.
Why didft thou tell me, that thou wer't a King í
Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats.
"Dow. Now by my Sword,! will kill all his Coates,
Ile murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece,
Vntill I meet the King.
Hot. Vp, and away.
Our Souldiers ftand full fairely for the day. Exeunt
.Alarum, and enter Falßaffefolue.
Fal. Though I could fcape Ihot-free at London, I fear
the Ihot heere : here's no fcoring, but vpon the pate.Soft
who are you ? Sir Walter 'Blunt, there's Honour for you :
here's no vanity, I am as hot as molten Lead, and as hea-
uy too ; heauen keepe Lead out of mee, I neede no more
weight then mine owne Bowelles. I haue led my rag of
Muffins where they are pepper'd : there's not three of my
150. left aliue, and they for the Townes end, to beg du¬
ring life. But who comes heere ?
Enter the Prince.
PW.What,ftand'ft thou idle here? Lend me thy fword,
Many a Nobleman likes ftarke and ftifte
Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies,
Whofe deaths are vnreueng'd. Prethy lend me thy fword
Fal. O Hal,l prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile :
Türke Gregory neuer did fuch deeds in Armes, as I haue
done this day. I haue paid Percy, I haue made him fure.
Prin. He is indeed, and liuing to kill thee :
I prethee lend me thy fword.
Falfl. Nay Hal, if Percy bee aliue, thou getft not my
Sword ; but take my Piftoll if thou wilt.
Prin. Giue it me : What, is it in the Cafe i
Fal. I Hal, 'tis hot : There's that will Sacke a City.
The Trince drawes out a 'Bottle of Sacke.
Prin. What, is it a time to ieft and daily now. Sxit.
Throwes it at him.
Fal. If Percy be aliue. He pierce him : if he do come in
my way,fo : if he do not, if 1 come in his (willingly) let
him make a Carbonado of me. I like not fuch grinning
honour as Sir Walter hath : Giue mee life, which if I can
faue, fo : if not, honour comes vnlook'd for, and ther's an
end. Exit
Seena Tertia.
tAlarum^excurfoni^enter the Kxngßhe Prince^
Lord lohn of Lancaßery and EarU
of H^eßmerland*
King. I prethee Harry withdraw thy felfe, thou blee-
deft too much; Lord John of Lancaßery%o you with him.
P.lob. Not I,my Lord,vnlelTe I did bleed too.
Prin. I befeech your Maiefty make vp,
Lead you retirement do amaze your friends.
King. I will do fo :
My Lord of Weftmerland leade him to his Tent.
Xli^efl. Come my Lord, He leade you to your Tent.
Prin. Lead me my Lord? I do not need your helpe ;
And heauen forbid a ihallow fcratch ihould driue
The Prince of Wales from fuch a field as this.
Where ftain'd Nobility lyes troden on,
And Rebels Armes triumph in maíTacres. •
lob. We breath too long: Come cofm Weftmerland,
Our duty this way lies, for heauens fake come.
Prin, By heauen thou haft deceiuM me Lancafter,
I did not thinke thee Lord of fuch a fpirit:
Before, I lou'd thee as a Brother, lohn j
But now, I do refpeit thee as my Soule.
King. I faw him hold Lord Percy at the point,
With luftier maintenance then I did looke for
Of fuch an vngrowne Warriour.
Prin. O this Boy, lends mettall to vs all. Exit,
Enter Domglas,
Dow. Another King?They grow like Hydra's heads:
I am the Dowglasy fatali to all thofe
That weare thofe colours on them. What art thou
That counterfeit'ft the perfon of a Ring ?
King.Thç King himfelfe : who Dowglas grieues at hart
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72 'The Firß Tart of Tjng Henry the Fourth.
So many of his ftiadowes thou haft met,
And not the very King. I haue two Boyes
Seeke 'iercy and thy felfe about the Field :
But feeing thou feU'ft on me fo luckily,
I will aflay thee : fo defend thy felfe.
'Dm, I feare thou art another counterfeit !
And yet infaith thou bear'ft thee like a King:
But mine I am fure thou art, whoere thou be.
And thus I win thee. They fight, the K.heing in danger.
Enter Prince.
Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot, or thou art like
Neuer to hold it vp againe ; the Spirits
Of valiant Sherly,Stafford,'Blunt,»re in my Armes;
It is the Prince ofWales that threatens thee.
Who neuer promifeth, but he meanes to pay.
They Fight, "Dotrglasfiyeth.
Cheerely My Lord: how fare's your Grace ?
Sir Nicholas Gawfey hath for fuccour fent.
And fo hath Cffton : lie to Clifton ftraight.
King. Stay,and breath awhile.
Thou haft redeem'd thy loft opinion.
And fliew'd thou mak'ft fome tender of my life
In this faire relcue thou haft brought to mee.
Prin. O heauen, they did me too much iniury.
That euer faid I hearkned to your death.
If it were fo, I might haue let alone
The infulting hand of Dowglas ouer you.
Which would haue bene as fpeedy in your end.
As all the poyfonous Potions in the world,
And fau'd the Treacherous labour of your Sonne.
K. Make vp to Qlfton,l\e to Sir Nicholas Gaufey, Exit
Enter Hotjpur,
Hot. If I miftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth.
Prin. Thou fpeak'ft as if I would deny my name.
Hot. My name is Harrie Perde.
Pr/o.Why then I fee a very valiant rebel of that name.
I am the Prince of Wales,and thinke not Percy,
To lhare with me in glory any more :
Two Starres keepe not their motion in one Sphere,
Nor can one England brooke a double reigne,
Of Harry Percy,and the Prince of Wales.
Hot. Nor lhall it Harry, for the houre is come
To end the one of vs; and would to heauen.
Thy name in Armes, were now as great as mine.
Prin. He make it greater,ere I part from thee.
And all the budding Honors on thy Creft,
He crop, to make a Garland for my head.
Hot. I can no longer brooke thy Vanities. Fight.
Enter Falfiaffe.
Fal. Well faid Ha/,to it Hal. Nay you lhall finde no
Boyes play heere,I can tell you.
Enter Dtmglas.he fight smith Falfiaffe,who fais dmn
as if he were dead.The Prince fillet h Perde.
Hot. Oh Harry, thou haft rob'd me of my youth :
I better brooke the lolfe of brittle life.
Then thofe proud Titles thou haft wonne of me.
They wound my thoghts worfe, then the fword my flelh:
But thought's the Haue of Life,and Life,Times foole ;
And Time, that takes furuey of all the world,
Muft haue a ftop. O, I could Prophefie,
But that the Earth,and the cold hand of death.
Lyes on my Tongue : No Pcrcy,thou art dull
And food for——
Prin. For Wörmes,braue Pcrc_y.Farewell great heart:
Hl-weau'd Ambition,how much art thou Ihrunke.'
When that this bodie did containe a fpirit,
A Kingdome for it was too fmall a bound :
But now two paces of the vileft Earth
Is roome enough. This Earth that beares the dead,
Beares not aliue fo ftout a Gentleman.
If thou wer't fenfible of curtelie,
I Ihould not make fo great a Ihew of Zeale.
But let my fiiuours hide thy mangled fece.
And euen in thy behalfe,Ile thanke my felfe
For doing thefe fayre Rites of Tendernelfe.
Adieu,and take thy praife with thee to heauen.
Thy ignomy lleepe with thee in the graue.
But not remembred in thy Epitaph.
What.' Old Acquaintance.'Could not all this flelh
Keepe in a little lifefPoore lacke, farewell :
I could haue better fpar'd a better man.
O, I Ihould haue a heauy milTe of thee.
If I were much in loue with Vanity.
Death hath not ftrucke fo fat a Deere to day.
Though many dearer in this bloody Fray :
Imbowell'd will I fee thee by and by.
Till then,in blood,by Noble Perde lye. Exit.
Falfiaffe rijeth vp.
Falft. Imbowell'd? If thou imbowell mee to day, lie
glue you leaue to powder me,and eat me too to morow,
'Twas time to counterfet, or that hotte Termagant Scot,
had paid me fcot and lot too.Counterfeit? I am no coun¬
terfeit; to dye, is to be a counterfeit, for hee is but the
counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man : But
to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liueth,is to be
no counterfeit,but the true and perfefl image of life in-
deede. The better part of Valour, is Difcretion ; in the
which better part, I haue faued my life. I am aflraide of
this Gun-powder Percy though he be dead. How if hee
Ihould counterfeit too, and rife ? I am afraid hee would
proue the better counterfeit: therefore He make him fure.-
yea,and He fweare 1 kill'd him. Why may not hee rife as
well as I : Nothing confutes me but eyes, and no-bodie
fees me.Therefore firra, with a new wound in your thigh
come you along me. Ta^es Hotjfurre on his bad^.
Enter Prince and lohn of Lancafier.
Prin. Come Brother lohn, full brauely haft thou fleflit
thy Maiden fword.
lohn. But foft, who haue we heere .'
Did you not tell me this Fat man was dead ?
Prin. I did, I faw him dead,
Breathleire.and bleeding on the ground: Art thou aliue?
Or is it fantafie that playes vpon our eye-fight?
I prethee fpeake, we will not truft our eyes
Without our eares. Thou art not what thou feem'ft.
Fal. No, that's certaine : I am not a double man : but
if I be not lac^e Falflaffe,then am I a lacke : There is Per-
cy,\f your Father will do me any Honor,fo: if not,let him
kill the next Perde himfelfe. I looke to be either Earle or
Duke, I can allure you.
Prin. 'ffhy, Percy I kill'd my felfe, and faw thee dead.
Fal. Did'ft thou? Lord,Lord, how the world is giuen
to Lying? I graunt you I was downe, and out of Breath,
and fo was he, but we rofe both at an inftant,and fought
a long houre by Shrewsburie clocke. If I may bee belee-
uedjfo : if not, let them that Ihould reward Valour, beare
the finne vpon their owne heads. He take't on my death
I gaue him this wound in the Thigh : if the man were a-
liue,and would deny it, I would make him eate a peece
of my fword.
lohn. This is the ftrangeft Tale that e're I heard.
Prin. This is the ftrangeft Fellow,Brother John.
Come
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Come bring your luggage Nobly on your backe :
For my part, if a lye may do thee grace,
lie gird it with the happieft tearmes I haue.
íA Retreat U founded.
The Trumpets found Retreat,the day is ours:
Come Brother, let's to the higheft of the field.
To fee what Friends are tiuing, who are dead. Exeunt
Fal. He follow as they fay, for Reward. Hee that re¬
wards me, heauen reward him. If I do grow great again,
lie grow lefle ? For He purge, and leaue Sacke, and liue
cleanly,as a Nobleman Ihould do. Exit
Scana Quarta.
The Trumpets found.
Enter the King, Prince of Wales, Lord lohn of Lancaßer,
Earle of Weßmerland, with Worceßer Ó"
"Vernon Prifoners.
King. Thus euer did Rebellion finde Rebuke.
Hl-fpirited WorCefter, did we not fend Grace,
Pardon,and tearmes of Loue to all of youi
And would'ft thou turne our offers contrary ?
Mifufe the tenor of thy Kinfmans truft ?
Three Knights vpon our party (laine to day,
A Noble Barle, and many a creature elfe.
Had beene aliue this houre.
If like a Chrifiian thou had'ft truly borne
Betwixt out Armies, true Intelligence.
JVor. What I haue done, my fafety vrg'd me to.
And I embrace this fortune patiently.
Since not to be auoyded,it fais on mee.
King. Beare Worcefter to death, and "Vernon too :
Other Offenders we will paufe vpon.
Exit Worceßer and "Vernon,
How goes the Field ?
Prin. The Noble Scot Lord Dowglas, when hee faw
The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him.
The Noble Percy fl3Íne,and all his men,
Vpon the foot of feare, fled with the refl j
And falling from a hill, he was fo bruiz'd
That the purfuers tooke him. At my Tent
The Dowglas is, and I befeech your Grace.
I may dilpofe of him.
King. With all my heart.
Prin. Then Brother lohn of Lancafter,
To you this honourable bounty fhall belong :
Go to the DowgIas,Sind deliuer him
Vp to his pleafure, ranfomleffe and free;
His Valour fhewne vpon our Greils to day.
Hath taught vs how to cherifh fuch high deeds,
Euen in the bofome of our Aduerfaries.
King. Then this remaines : that we diuide our Power.
You Sonne lohn,and my Coufin Weftmerland
Towards Vorke fhall bend you, with your deereft fpeed
To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroope,
Who(as we heare)are bufily in Armes.
My Seife, and you Sonne Harry will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower,ind the Earle of March.
Rebellion in this Land fhall lofe his way.
Meeting the Checke of fuch another day :
And fince this Bufineffe fo ^re is done,
Let vs not leaue till all our owne be wonne. Exeunt,
FINIS.
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74
rhe SecondPartofHenry the F ourth,
Containinghis Death : and the Coronation
of King Henry the Fift.
aÄBus 'Primus, Scœna 'Œ^rima.
Indvction.
Seena Secunda.
Buter 1!umcur,
WytfjSjM Pen your Eares ; For which of you will flop
wr/SSyiy The vent of Hearing, when loud Rumor fpeakes?
javtiroA I, from the Orient, to the drooping Weft
(Making the winde my Poft-horfe) ftill vnfold
The AÔS commenced on this Ball of Earth.
Vpon my Tongue, continual! Slanders ride,
The which, in euery Language, I pronounce.
Stuffing the Eares of them with falfe Reports ••
i fpeake of Peace, while couert Enmitie
(Vnder the fmile of Safety) wounds the World :
And who but Rumour, who but onely 1
Make feárfull Mufters, and prepar'd Defence,
Whil'ft the bigge yeare, fwolne with fome other griefes.
Is thought with childe, by the fterne Tyrant, Warre,
And no fuch matter? R^umour, is a Pipe
Blowne by Surmifes, leloufies, Conieftures;
And of fo ealie, and fo plaine a ftop.
That the blunt Monfter, with vncounted heads.
The ftill difcordant, wauering Multitude,
Can play vpon it. But what neede I thus
My well-knowne Body to Anathomize
Among my houlhold ? Why is Rumour heere ?
I run before King Harries vifíory.
Who in a bloodie field by Shrewsburie
Hath beaten downe yong Hotlpurre, aud his Troopes,
Quenching the flame of bold Rebellion,
Euen with the Rebels blood. But what meane I
To fpeake fo true at firft? My Office is
To noyfe abroad, that Harry ¡Ji^onmouth fell
Vnder the Wrath of Noble Hotfiurres Sword :
And that the King, before the Jonglai Rage
Stoop'd his Annointed head, as low as death.
This haue I rumour'd through the peafant-Townes,
Betweene the Royall Field of Shrewsburie,
And this Worme-eaten-Hole of ragged Stone,
Where Hotjpurres Father, old Northumberland,
Lyes crafty ficke. The Polles come tyring on.
And nota man of them brings other newes
Then they haue learn'd of Me. From Rumours Tongues,
They bring fmooth-Comforts-falfe, worfe then True-
wrongs. Exit.
Sttter Lord 'Bardolfe, and the Porter.
L.'Bar. Who keepes the Gate heere hoa ?
Where is the Earle ?
Por. What lhall I fay you are ?
Bar. Tell thou the Earle
That the Lord Bardolfe doth attend him heere.
Por. His Lordlhip is walk'd forth into the Orchard,
Pleafe it your Honor, knocke but at the Gate,
And he himfelfe will anfwer.
Enter Northumberland.
L.'Bar. Heere comes the Earle.
Nor. What newes Lord Bardolfe} Eu'ry minute now
Should be the Father of fome Stratagem;
The Times are wilde : Contention (like a Horfe
Full of high Feeding) madly hath broke looie,
And,beares downe all before him,
L.Bar. Noble Earle,
I bring you certaine newes from Shrewsbury.
Nor. Good,and heauen will.
L.Bar. As good as heart can wifli :
The King is almoft wounded to the death :
And in the Fortune of my Lord your Sonne,
Prince Harrie flaine out-right : and both the Blunts
Kill'd by the hand o( Dowglas. Yong Prince lohn.
And Weftmerland, and Stafford,fled the Field.
And Harrie Monmouth's Brawne (the Hulke Sir Join)
is prifoner to your Sonne. 0,fuch a Day,
(So fought, fo follow'd, and fo fairely wonne)
Came not, till now, to dignifie the Times
Since Cajars Fortunes.
Nor. How is this deriu'd?
Saw you the Field? Came you from Shrewsbury ?
L.Bar.ï fpake with one (my L.)that came fr6 thence,
A Gentleman well bred, and of good name.
That freely render'd me thefe newes for true.
Nor. Heere comes my Seruant Trauert, whom I fent
On Tuefday laft, to liften after Newes.
Enter Trauers.
L.'Bar. My Lord, I ouer-rod him on the way,
And he is furniffi'd with no certainties.
More then he (haply)may retalle from me.
iVer.Now Trauers, what good tidings comes fro you?
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tra. My Lord,Sir lohn Dmfreuill turn'd me backe
With ioyfull tydings; and (being better hors'd)
Out-rod me. After him, came fpurring head
A Gentleman (almoft fore-fpent with fpeed)
That ftopp'd by me, to breath his bloodied horfe.
He ask'd the way to Chefter : And of him
I did demand what Newes from Shrewsbury ;
He told me, that Rebellion had ill lucke.
And that yong Harry Perdes Spurre was cold.
With that he gaue his able Horfe the head.
And bending forwards ftrooke his able heeles
Againft the panting fídes of his poore lade
Vp to the Rowell head, and Harting fo,
Hefeem'd in running, to deuoure the way,
Staying no longer queftion.
North. Ha.' Againe:
Said he yong Harrie Percyes Spurre was cold ?
(Of ifi!í-.^í(rre,cold-Spurre.') that Rebellion,
Had met ill lucke.'
L.'Bar. My Lord : He tell you what.
If my yong Lord your Sonne, haue not the day,
Vpon mine Honor, for a filken point '
He giue my Barony. Neuer talke of it.
IVor.Why Ihould the Gentleman that rode by Trauers
Giue then fuch inlfances of LolTe i
L.'Bar. Who, he.'
He was fome hielding Fellow, that had ftolne
The Horfe he rode-on : and vpon my life
Speake at aduenture. Looke,herecomes more Newes.
Enter oPHorton.
Nor. Yea, this mans brow, like to a Title-leafe,
Fore-tels the Nature of a Tragicke Volume :
So lookes the Strond, when the Imperious Flood
Hath left a witneft Vfurpation.
Sty Morton, did'ft thou come from Shrewsbury ?
Mor. I ran from Shrewsbury (my Noble Lord)
Where hatefull death put on his vglieft Maske
To fright our party.
North. How doth my Sonne,and Brother?
Thou trembl'll; and the whitenelfe in thy Cheeke
Is apter then thy Tongue, to tell thy Brrand.
Euen fuch a man, fo faint,fo fpiritleíTe,
So dull, fo dead in looke, fo woe-be-gone.
Drew Priants Curtaine,in the dead of night,
And would haue told him. Hälfe his Troy was burn'd.
But Priam found the Fire,ere he his Tongue :
And I, my Perdes death, ere thou report'ft it.
This, thou would'ft fay : Your Sonne did thus,and thus:
Your Brother, thus . So fought the Noble Dowglat,
Stopping my greedy eare,with their bold deeds.
But in the end (to Hop mine Eare indeed)
Thou haft a Sigh, to blow away this Praife,
Ending with Brother, Sonne,and all are dead.
Mor. T)oreglas is liulng,and your Brother,yet:
But for my Lord, your Sonne.
North. Why,he is dead.
See what a ready tongue Sufpition hath :
He that but feares the thing,he would not know.
Hath by Inftinfl,knowledge from others Eyes,
That what he feard, is chanc'd. Yet fpeake(Aícr(o»)
Tell thou thy Earle,his Diuination Lies,
And I will take it, as a fweet Difgrace,
And make thee rich, for doing me fuch wrong.
Mor. You are too great, to be (by me) gainfaid:
Your Spirit is too true, your Feares too certaine.
North. Yet for all this,fay not that Perdes dead.
I fee a ftrange Confeffion in thine Eye :
Thou (hak'ft thy head, and hold'ft it Feare, or Sinne,
To fpeake a truth. If he be flaine,fay fo :
The Tongue olFends not, that reports his death :
And he doth finne that doth belye the dead :
Not he, which fayes the dead is not aliue :
Yet the firft bringer of vnwelcome Newes
Hath but a loofing Office : and his Tongue,
Sounds euer after as a füllen Bell
Remembred, knolling a departing Friend.
L.'Bar. I cannot thinke(my Lord)your fon is dead.
Mor. I am forry, I fhould force you to beleeue
That, which I would to hoauen, I had not feene.
But thefe mine eyes.faw him in bloody ftate,
Rend'ring faint quittance (wearied,and out-breath'd)
To Henrie Monmouth,wihoie fwift wrath beate downe
The neuer-daunted Perde to the earth.
From whence(with life)he neuer more fprung vp.
In few; his death ( whofe fpirit lent a lire,
Euen to the dulleft Peazant in his Campe)
Being bruited once, tooke fire and heate away
From the bcft temper'd Courage in bis Troopes.
For from his Mettle, was his Party fteel'd ;
Which once, in him abated, all the reft
Turn'd on themfelues, like dull and heauy Lead :
And as the Thing, that's heauy in it felfe,
Vpon enforcement,flyes with greateft fpeede.
So did our Men,heauy in Hotjpurres lofle.
Lend to this weight, fuch lightnelTe with their Feare,
That Arrowes fled not fwifter toward their ayme.
Then did our Soldiersfayming at their fafety)
Fly from the field. Then was that Noble Wotcefter
Too foone'ta'ne prifoner : and that furious Scot,
(The bloody Dowglas) whofe well-labouring fword
Had three times flaine th'appearance of the K.ing,
Can vaile his ftomacke, and did grace the fhame
Of thofe that turn'd their backes : and in his flight.
Stumbling in Feare, was tooke. The fumme of all.
Is, that the King hath wonne ; and hath fent out
A fpeedy power, to encounter you my Lord,
Vnder the Conduit of yong Lancafter
And Weftmerland. This is the Newes at full.
North. For this,I fliall haue time enough to raourne.
In Poyfon,there is Phyficke : and this newes
(Hauing beene well)that would haue made me ficke.
Being ficke,haue in fome meafure,made me well.
And as the Wretch,whofe Feauer-weakned ioynts,
Like ftrengthlefle Hindges, buckle vnder life.
Impatient of his Fit, breakes like a fire
Out of his keepers armes : Euen fo, my Limbes
(Weak'ned with greefe) being now inrag'd with greefe.
Are thrice themfelues. Hence therefore thou nice crutch,
A fcalie Gauntlet now,with ioynts of Steele
Muft gloue this hand. And hence thou fickly Quoife,
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head.
Which Princes,flefti'd with Conqueft,ayme to hit.
Now binde my Browes with Iron,and approach
The ragged'ft houre,that Time and Spight dare bring
Tofrowne vpon th'enrag'd Northumberland.
Let Heauen kilfe Earth : now let not Natures hand
Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd : Let Order dye.
And let the world no longer be a ftage
To feede Contention in a ling'ring Aâ :
But let one fpirit of the Firft-borne Caine
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7 6 Thefécond Tart of Jfing Henry the Fourth.
Reigne in all bofomes, that each heart being fct
On bloody Courfes, the rude Scene may end,
And darlcnefle be the burier of the dead. (Honor.
L.Bar. Sweet Earle,diuorce not wifedom from your
Mar, The liues of all your louing Complices
Leane-on your health, the which if you giue-o're
To ftormy Paffion, muft perforce decay.
You call th'euent of Warre(my Noble Lord)
And fumm'd the accompt of Chance,before you faid
Let vs make head : It was your prefurmize.
That in the dole of blowe3,your Son might drop.
You knew he walk'd o're perils, on an edge
More likely to fall in, then to get o're :
You were aduis'd his fleih was capeable
Of Wounds, and Scarres ; and that his forward Spirit
Would lift him, where moll trade of danger rang'd.
Yet did you fay go forth : and none of this
(Though ftrongly apprehended) could rellraine
The ftiile-borne Ailion : What hath then befalne?
Or what hath this bold enterprize bring forth.
More then that Being, which was like to be ?
L.Bar. We all that are engaged to this lolTe,
Knew that we ventur'd on fuch dangerous Seas,
That if we wrought out life, was ten to one :
And yet we ventur'd for the gaine propos'd,
Choak'd the refpedl of likely perill fear'd.
And lince we are o're-fet, venture againe.
Come, we will all put forth; Body,and Goods,
Mor.'T\s more then time : And (my mod Noble Lord)
I heare for certaine, and do fpeake the truth :
The gentle Arch-bilhop of Yorke is vp
With well appointed Powres : he is a man
Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers.
My Lord (your Sonnejhad onely but the Corpes,
But Ihadowes, and the Ihewes of men to fight.
For that fame word(Rebellion) did diuide
The ailion of their bodies, from their foules.
And they did fight with queafinelfe, conftrain'd
As men drinke Potions; that their Weapons only
Seem'd on our fide ; but for their Spirits and Soules,
This word (Rebcllion)it had froze them vp.
As Filh are in a Pond. But now the Bilhop
Turnes Infurreilion to Religion,
Suppos'd fincere,and holy in his Thoughts:
He's follow'd both with Body, and with Minde :
And doth enlarge his Riling, with the blood
Of faire King Richard, fcrap'd from Pom fret Hones,
Deriues from heauen,his Quarrell,and his Caufe :
Tels them,he doth bellride a bleeding Land,
Gafping for life, vnder great BuUinghrool^e,
And more,and leire,do flocke to follow him.
North. I knew of this before. But to fpeake truth.
This prefent greefe had wip'd it from my minde.
Go in with me,and councell euery man
The apteft way for fafety, and reuenge :
Get Polls,and Letters, and make Friends with fpeed.
Neuer fo few,nor neuer yet more need. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter Ealßaffc ,and Rage.
Fa/.Sirra,you giant, what faies the Doil.to my water,'
Pag. He faid fir,the water it felfe was a good healthy
water:but for the party that ow'd it,he might haue more
difeafes then he knew for.
Fal. Men of all forts take a pride to gird at mee ; the
braine of this foolilh compounded Clay-man, is not able
to inuent any thing that tends to laughter, more then I
inuent,or is inuented on me. I am not onely witty in my
felfe, but the caufe that wit is in other men, I doe heere
walke before thee, like a Sow, that hath o'rewhelm'd all
her Litter, but one. If the Prince put thee into my Ser-
uice for any other reafon, then to fet mee off, why then I
haue no iudgement. Thou horfon Mandrake, thou art
fitter to be worne in my cap, then to wait at my heeles. I
was neuer mann'd with an Agot till now : but I will fette
you neyther in Gold, nor Siluer, but in vilde apparell,and
fend you backe againe to your Mailer, for a lewell. The
/«««»al/( the Prince your Mailer) whofe Chin is not yet
fledg'd, I will fooner haue a beard grow in the Palme of
my hand, then he Ihall get one on his cheeke : yet he will
not llicke to fay, his Face is a Face-Royall. Heauen may
finilh it when he will, it is not a haire amilfe yet : he may
keepe it Hill at a Face-Royall, for a Barber Ihall neuer
earne fix pence out of it; and yet he will be crowing, as if
he had writ man euer fince his Father was a Batchellour.
He may keepe his owne Grace, but he is almoll out of
mine, I can alTure him. What faid M.Domhledon, about
the Satten for my Ihort Cloake,and Slops f
Pag. He faid fir,you Ihould procure him better AITu-
rance,then 'Bardolfe ; he wold not take his Bond & yours,
helik'd not the Security.
Fai. Let him bee damn'd like the Glutton, may his
Tongue be hotter,a horfon Achttophelt, a Rafcally-yea-
forfooth-knaue,to beare a Gentleman in hand, and then
Hand vpon Security ? The horfon fmooth-pates doe now
weare nothing but high Ihoes, and bunches of Keyes at
their girdles : and if a man is through with them in ho-
nell Taking-vp, then they mull Hand vpon Securitie : I
had as liefe they would put Rats-bane in my mouth, as
offer to floppe it with Security. I look'd hee Ihould haue
fent me two and twenty yards of Satten (as I am true
Knight) and he fends me Security. Well, he may lleep in
Security, for he hath the home of Abundance : and the
lightnelfe of his Wife Ihines through it, and yet cannot
he fee, though he haue his owne Lanthorne to light him.
Where's 'Bardolfe'i
Pag. He's gone into Smithfield to buy your worlhip
a horfe.
Fal. I bought him in Paules,and hee'l buy mee a horle
in Smithfield. If I could get mee a wife in the Stewes, I
were Mann'd, Hors'd, and Wiu'd.
Enter Chiefe luflice.and Seruant.
Fag. Sir, heere comes the Nobleman that committed
the Prince for llriking him, about IBardolfe.
Fal. Wait clofe, I will not fee him.
Ch.Iuß. What's he that goes there ?
Ser. Falßaffe,3ni't pleafe your Lordlhip.
luß. He that was in quellion for the Robbery ?
Ser. He my Lord, but he hath fince done good feruice
at Shrewsbury! and(as I heare) is now going with fome
Charge, to the Lord lohn of Lancaßer.
luñ. What to Yorke.' Call him backe againe.
Ser. Sir lohn Falßaffe.
Fal. Boy,tell him,I am deafe.
Pag. You mull fpeake lowder,my Mailer is deafe.
luß. I am fure he is, to the hearing of any thing good.
Go plucke him by the Elbow, I mull fpeake with him.
Ser. Sir lohn.
Fa/.Whatía yong knaue and beg?Is there not wars?Is
there not imployment.i'Doth not the K.lack fubieéb? Do
not the Rebels want Soldiers.'Though it be a lhame to be
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on any fide but one, it is werfe íhame to begge, then to
be on the word fide, were it worfe then the name of Re¬
bellion can tell how to make it.
Ser. You miftake me Sir.
Fal. Why fir? Did I fay you were an honeft man?Set-
ting my Knight-hood, and my Souldierlhip afide, I had
lyed in my throat, if I had faid fo.
Ser. I pray you (Sir) then fet your Knighthood and
your Souldier-lhip afide, and giue mee leaue to tell you,
you lye in your throat, if you fay I am any other then an
honeft man.
Fal. I giue thee leaue to tell me fo ? I lay a-fide that
which growes to me? If thou get'ft any leaue of me, hang
me tif thou tak'ft leaue,thou wer't better be hang'd :you
Hunt-counter, hence : Auant.
Ser. Sir, my Lord would fpeake with you.
Juß. Sir lohn Falßaffe,i word with you.
Fal, My good Lord:giue your Lordlhip good time of
the day.I am glad to fee your Lordlhip abroad: I heard
fay your Lordlhip was ficke. I hope your Lordlhip goes
abroad by aduife. Your Lordlhip (though not clean pall
your youth)hath yet fome fmack of age in you : fome rel-
lifli of the faltnefl'e of Time, and I moll humbly befeech
your Lordlhip, to haue a reuerend care of your health.
luß. Sir lohn, I fent you before your Expedition, to
Shrewsburie.
Fal. If it pleafe your Lordlhip, I heare his Maiellie is
return'd with fome difcomfort from Wales.
luß. I talke not of his Maiefty : you would not come
when I fent for you ?
Fal. And I heare moreouer,his HighnelTe is falne into
this fame whorfon Apoplexie. (you-
/B/î.Well,heauen mend him. I pray let me fpeak with
Fal. This Apoplexie is(as I take it)a kind of Lethar¬
gie, a lleeping of the blood,a horfon Tingling.
luß. What tell you me of it? be it as it is.
Fal, It hath it originall from much greefe; from lludy
and perturbation of the braine. I haue read the caufe of
his effeils in Galen. It is a kinde of deafenefte.
luß. I thinke you are falne into the difeafe : For you
heare not what I fay to you.
Fal. Very well(my Lord)very well:rather an't pleafe
you) it is the difeafe of not Liftning, the malady of not
Marking, that I am troubled withall.
luß. To punilh you by the heeles, would amend the
attention of your eares,& I care not if I be your Phyfitian
Fal. I am as poore as Ioi,my Lordjbut not fo Patient:
your Lordlhip may minifter the Potion of imprifonment
to me,in refpe¿l of Pouertie : but how I Ihould bee your
Patient, to follow your prefcriptions, the wife may make
fome dram of a fcruple,or indeede,a fcruple it felfe.
luß. I fent for you (when there were matters againft
you for your life) to come fpeake with me.
Fal. As I was then aduifed by my learned Councel,in
the lawes of this Land-feruice, I did not come.
/:^.Wel,the truth is (fir Iobn)you liue in great infamy
Fal.lie that buckles him in my belt,cânot liue in lelfe.
luß.Yoar Meanes is very 11ender,and your waft great.
Fal. I would it were otherwife : I would my Meanes
were greater, and my walle llenderer.
luß. You haue milled the youthfitll Prince.
Fal. The yong Prince hath milled mee. I am the Fel¬
low with the great belly, and he my Dogge.
7:^.Well,I am loth to gall a new-heal'd wound: your
dales feruice at Shrewsbury, hath a little gilded ouer
your Nights exploit on Gads-hill. You may thanke the
vnquiet time, for your quiet o're-polling that Adlion.
Fal. My Lord Í (Wolfe.
luß.hxit fince all is wel,keep it fo: wake not a lleeping
Fal. To wake a Wolfe,is as bad as to fmell a Fox.
/».What?you are as a candle,the better part burnt out
Fal. A Walfell-Candle, my Lord; all Tallow :if I did
fay of wax, my growth would approue the truth.
luß. There is not a white haire on your fece,but fliold
haue his effefl of grauity.
Fal. His efteil of grauy, grauy, grauy,
luß You follow the yong Prince vp and downe, like
his euill Angelí.
Fal. Not fo (my Lord) your ill Angelí is light : but I
hope, he that lookes vpon mee, will take mee without,
weighing : and yet,in fome refpefls I grant,I cannot go :
I cannot tell.Vertue is of fo little regard in thefe Coftor-
mongers,that true valor is turn'd Beare-heard. Pregnan-
cie is made a Tapfter, and hath his quicke wit wafted in
giuing Recknings : all the other gifts appertinent to man
(as the malice of this Age lhapes them) are not woorth a
Goofeberry. You that are old, confider not the capaci¬
ties of vs that are yong : you meafure the heat of our Li-
uers,with the bitternes of your gals: & we that are in the
vaward of our youth, I muft confeire,are wagges too.
luß. Do you fet downe your name in the fcrowie of
youth, that are written downe old, with all the Charrac-
ters of age.'Haue you not a moill eye ? a dry hand? a yel¬
low cheeke?a white beard? a decreafing leg? an increfing
belly? Is not your voice brokenfyour winde lhort?your
wit fingle? and euery part about you blafted with Anti-
quity?and wil you cal your felfe yong?Fy,fy,fy, fir lohn.
Fal. My Lord, I was borne with a white head, & fom-
thing a round belly. For my voice, I haue loll it with hal¬
lowing and finging of Anthemes. To approue my youth
farther, I will not: the truth is, I am onely olde in iudge-
ment and vnderftanding: and he that will caper with mee
for a thoufand Markes, let him lend me the mony,& haue
at him. For the boxe of th'eare that the Prince gaue you,
he gaue it like a rude Prince,and you tooke it like a fenfi-
ble Lord. I haue checkt him for it,and the yong Lion re¬
pents : Marry not in alhes and facke-cloath, but in new
Silke,and old Sacke.
Wel,heauen fend the Prince a better companion.
Fal. Heauen fend the Companion a better Prince : I
cannot rid my hands of him,
luß. Well, the King hath feuer'd you and Prince Har¬
ry,! heare you are going with Lord hhn of Lancafter, a-
gainll the Archbilhop,and the Barle of Northumberland
Fal. Yes, I thanke your pretty fweet wit for it : but
looke you pray, (all you that kifle my Ladle Peace, at
home)that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day: for if I take
but two Ihirts out with me,and I meane not to fweat ex¬
traordinarily : if it bee a hot day, if I brandilh any thing
but my Bottle, would I might neuer fpit white againe :
There is not a daungerous Ailion can peepe out his head,
but I am thruft vpon it. Well,I cannot lall euer.
/«^. Well, be honeft, be honeft, and heauen blefie your
Expedition.
Fal. Will your Lordlhip lend mee a thoufand pound,
to furnilh me forth ?
luß. Not a peny, not a peny : you are too impatient
to beare crofles. Fare you well. Commend mee to my
Cofin Weftmerland.
Fal. If I do,fillop me with a three-man-Beetle. Aman
can no more feparate Age and Couetoufneire,then he can
part yong limbes and letchery : but the Gowt galles the
g a one ,
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one,and the pox pinches the other ; and fo both the De¬
grees preuent my curfes. Boy ?
Page. Sir.
Fat. What money is in my purfe ?
Page. Seuen groats,and twopence.
Fal, I can get no remedy againft this Confumption of
the purfe. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it out,
but the difeafe is incureable. Go beare this letter to my
Lord of Lancafter, this to the Prince, this to the Harle of
Weftmerland, and this to old Miftris Vrfula, whome I
haue weekly fworne to marry, fince I perceiu'd the firft
white haire on my chin. About it : you know where to
finde me. A pox of this Gowt, or a Gowt of this Poxe :
for the one or th'other playes the rogue with my great
toe : It is no matter, if I do halt, I haue the warres for my
colour,and my Penfion Ihall feeme the more reafonable.
A good wit will make vfe of any thing : I will turne dif-
eafes to commodity. Exeunt
Seena Quarta.
Enter tArchhiíhop.Haflinus.eTIPijtfbray, and
Lord'Bardolfe.
v4r.Thus haue you heard our caufes,& kno our Means :
And my mod noble Friends, I pray you all
Speake plainly your opinions of our hopes,
And firft (Lord Marlhall)what fay you to it.'
Mote, I well allow the occafion of our Armes,
But gladly would be better fatisfied.
How (in our Meanest we Ihould aduance our felues
To looke with forhead bold and big enough
Vpon the Power and puifance of the King.
Hafl, Our prefent Mufters grow vpon the File
To fiue and twenty thoufand men of choice:
And our Supplies, liue largely in the hope
Of great Northumberland, whofe bofome burnes
With an incenfed Fire of Iniuries.
¿.Bar. The queftion then(Lord HaS¡ngs)fi3t\ieÚi thus
Whether our prefent fiue and twenty thoufand
May hold-vp-head, without Northumberland:
Haß. With him,we may.
L.'Bar. I marry,there's the point:
But if without him we be thought to feeble.
My iudgement is, we Ihould not ftep too farre
Till we had his Afsiftance by the hand.
For in a Theame fo bloody fac'd, as this,
Coniefture, Expeétation,and Surmife
Of Aydes incertaine,lhould not be admitted.
Arch. 'Tis very true Lord '^ardolfeßot indeed
It was yong Hotjpurret cafe, at Shrewsbury.
L.Bar. It was(my Lord)who lin'd himfelf with hope.
Eating the ayre, on.promife of Supply,
Flatt'ring himfelfe with Proieil of a power.
Much fmaller, then the fmalleft of his Thoughts,
And fo with great imagination
(Proper to mad men ) led his Powers to death.
And (winking) leap'd into deftruilion.
Haß. But (by your leaue)it neuer yet did hurt.
To lay downe likely-hoods,and formes of hope.
L. Bar. Yes, if this prefent quality of warre,
Indeed the inftant ailion: a caufe on foot,
Liues fo in hope ; As in an early Spring,
We fee th'appearing buds, which to proue fruite,
Hope giues not fo much warrant, as Difpaire
That Frofts will bite them. When we meane to build,
We firft furuey the Plot, then draw the Modell,
And when we fee the figure of the houfe.
Then muft we rate the coft of the Ereflion,
Which if we finde out-weighes Ability,
What do we then, but draw a-new the Modell
In fewer offices í Or at leaft, defift
To builde at all? Much more,in this great worke,
(Which is(almoft) to plucke a Kingdome downe,
And fet another vp)lhould we furuey
The plot of Situation, and the Modell;
Confent vpon a fure Foundation :
Queftion Surueyors, know our owne eftate.
How able fuch a Worke to vndergo.
To weigh againft his Oppofite? Or elfe.
We fortifie in Paper,and in Figures,
Vfing the Names of men, inftead of men :
Like one, that drawes the Modell of a houfe
Beyond his power to builde it; who(halfe through)
Giues o're,and leaues his part-created Coft
A naked fubiedl to the Weeping Clouds,
And wafte, for churlilh Winters tyranny.
Haß. Grant that our hopes(yet likely of faire byrth)
Should be ftill-borne : and that we now pofleft
The vtmoft man of expeilation :
I thinke we are a Body ftrong enough
(Euen as we are) to equall with the King.
i.Bar.What is the King but fiue & twenty thoufand ?
Haß. To vs no more : nay not fo much Lord 'Bardclf,
For his diuifions (as the Times do braul)
Are in three Heads : one Power againft the French,
And one againft Glendower: Perforce a third
Muft take vp vs : So is the vnfirme King
In three diuidcd : and his Coffers found
With hollow Pouerty,and Emptineffe.
t/ir.That he Ihould draw his feuerall ftrengths togither
And come againft vs in full puiffance
Need not be dreaded.
Haß. If he ihould do fo,
He leaues his backe vnarm'd, the French, and Welch
Baying him at the heeles : neuer feare that.
L.Bar. Who is it like Ihould lead his Forces hither?
Haß. The Duke of Lancafter,and Weftmerland :
Againft the Wellh himfelfe, and Harrie Monmouth.
But who is fubftituted 'gainft the French,
I haue no certaine notice.
Arch. Let vs on :
And publilh the occafion of our Armes.
The Common-wealth is ficke of their owne Choice,
Their ouer-greedy loue hath furfetted :
An habitation giddy, and vnfure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond Many, with what loud applaufe
Did'ft thou beate heauen with bleffing 'Bullingbrool^,
Before he was,what thou would'ft haue him be?
And being now trimm'd in thine owne defires.
Thou (beaftly Feeder)art fo full of him.
That thou prouok'ft thy felfe to caft him vp.
So,fo,(thou common Dogge) did'ft thou difgorge
Thy glutton-bofome of the Royall Richard,
And now thou would'ft eate thy dead vomit vp,
And howl'ft to finde it. What truft is in thele Times ?
They,that when Richard liu'd,would haue him dye.
Are now become enamour'd on his graue.
Thou that threw)ft duft vpon his goodly head
When through proud London he came fighing on.
After th'admired heeles of 'Bullinghrooke,
Cri'ft now, O Earth, yeeld vs that King agine.
And
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And take thou this (O thoughts of men accurs'd)
" Päß^and to Com€j feemes hiß'y things Prejentytporß.
Mow. Shall we go draw our numbers, and fet on ?
Uail-V/e are Times fubiedls, and Time bids, be gon.
ASÎUSSecundas. ScœnaTrima.
Enter HoßeßtyVo'tth tiro Officers y Fangy and Snare,
HoSîeffe, Mr.Fangyhzue you entred the Aôion?
Fang. It is entered.
HoSieffe. Wher*s your Yeomanf Is it a lufty yeoman?
Wili he ftand to it?
Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare}
HoBeffe. I,I,good M.Snare.,
Snare, Heere, heere.
Fang. SnarCyVft muil Arreft Sir lohn Faißaffe.
Boß, I good M.Snarcyl haue enterM him, and all.
^ff.It may chance coft fome of vs our liues:he wil ftab
Hoßeffe. Alas the day: take heed of him : he ftabd me
in mine owne houfe, and that moft beadly : he cares not
what mifcheefe he doth, if his weapon be out. Hee will
foyne like any diuell, he will fpare neither man, woman,
nor childe.
Fang. If I can clofe with him, I care not for his thruft.
Holieffe. No, nor I neither : He be at your elbow.
Fang. If I but fift him once:if he come but within my
Vice.
Boß. I am vndone with his goingtl warrant he is an
infinitiue thing vpon my fcore. Good M..Fang hold him
fure:good M. Snare let him not fcape, he comes continu-
antly to Py-Corner(fauing your manhoods)to buy a fad-
die, and hee is indited to dinner to the Lubbars head in
Lombardilreet,to M..Smoothes the Silkman.I pra*ye,iince
my Exion is entered, and my Cafe fo openly known to the
world,let him be brought in to his anfwer: A 100.Marke
is a long one,for a poore lone woman to beare: & I haue
borne,and borne,and borne, and haue bin fubMoíT, and
fub'd-oiT, from this day to that day, that it is a ihame to
be thought on.There is no honefty in fuch dealing, vnles
a woman ihould be made an Afle and a Beail, to beare e—
uery Knaues wrong. Enter Faißaffe and Bardolfe,
Yonder he comes, and that arrant Malmefey-Nofe Bar¬
dolfe with him.Do your Offices,do your offices:M.Fö«^,
& M.Snarcyáo me,do me,do me your Offices.
Fj/.How nowfwhofe Mare's dead?what's the matter ?
Fang. Sir lohn^l arreft you,at the fuit of Mift.£«;V/^/y.
Falß. Away Varlets,draw bardolfe : Cut me oft* the
Vilhines head: throw the Qi^eane in the Channel.
Boß.Throvt me in the channeil? lie throw thee there.
Wilt thou?wilt thou*?thou baftardly rogue.Murder,mur¬
der,O thou Hony-fuckle villaine,wilt thou kill Gods of¬
ficers,and the Kings? O thou hony-feed Rogue, thou art
a honyfeed,a Man-que]ler,and a woman-queller.
Falß. Keep them oñ,Bardolfe. Fang.A refcu,a refcu.
Boß. Good people bring a refcu.Thou wilt not?thou
wilt not? Do,do thou Rogue;Do thou Hempfeed.
Page.Avtzy you Scullion, you Rampallian, you FiiftiU
lirian:Ile tucke your Cataftrophe. Enter. Ch.Iußice.
luß. What's the matter? Keepe the Peace here, hoa.
Boß. Good my Lord be good to mee. I befeech you
ftand to me.
Qb.Iuß.Hov/ now fir /ö/&«?What are you brauling here?
Doth this become your place,your time,and bufinefte?
You íhoüld haue bene well on your way to Yorke.
Stand from him Fellow j wherefore hang'ft vpon him f
Boß. Oh my moft worlhipfull Lord,and't pleafe your
Grace, I am a poore widdow of Eaftcheap, and he is arre-
fted at my fuit. Ch, luß.Yor what fumme ?
Boß. It is more then for fome(my Lord)it is for all: all
I haue, he hath eaten me out of houfe and home ; hee hath
put all my fubftance into that fat belly of his : but I will
haue fome of it out againe, or I will ride thee o'Nights,
like the Mare,
Falß. I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue
any vantage of ground, to get vp.
Ch\Iuß. How comes this,Sir Iohn}Fyy what a man of
good temper would endure this tempeft of exclamation ?
Are you not afiiam'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to fo
rough a courfe,to come by her owne í
Falß. What is the groflfe fumme that I owe thee?
Hofl. Marry (if thou wer't an honcft man)thy felfe,&
the mony too. Thou didft fweare to mee vpon a parcell
gilt Goblet, fitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round
table,by a fea-cole fire,on Wednefday in Whitfon week,
when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a fin-
ging man of Windforj Thou didft fweare to me then(as I
was waihing thy wound)to marry me,and make mee my
Lady thy wife.Canft y deny it? Did not goodwife Keecb
the Butchers wife come in then,and cal me goftip ¿luic{-
ly} comming in to borrow a mefle of Vinegar: telling vs,
file had a good difti of Prawnesrwhercby y didft defire to
eat fome : whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene
wound? And didft not thou (when ihe was gone downe
ftaires)defire me to be no more familiar with fuch poore
people, faying,that ere long they ftiould call me Madam?
And did'ft y not kifie me,and bid mee fetch thee 30.S ? I
put thee now to thy Book-oath, deny it if thou canft?
Fal. My Lord, this is a poore mad fouleiand ihe fayes
vp & downe the town, that her eldeft fon is like you.She
hath bin in good cafe,& the truth is, pouerty hath diftra-
éled her : but for thefe fooliih Officers, I befeech you, I
may haue redrefle againft them.
luß. Sir lohny fir lohn^l am well acquainted with your
maner of wrenching the true caufe,the falfe way.It is not
a confident brow, nor the throng of wordes, that come
with fuch (more then impudent)fawcines from you, can
thruft me from a leuell confideration,! know you ha'pra-
¿lis'd vpon the eafie-yeelding fpiriöof this woman.
Boß. Yes in troth my Lord.
/i^.Prethee peace:pay her the debt you owe her, and
vnpay the villany you haue done henthe one you may do
with fterling mony,& the other with currant repentance.
Fal. My Lord, I will not vndergo this fneape without
reply. You call honorable Boldnes,impudent Sawcinefte:
If a man wil curt'fie,and fay nothing,he is vertuous : No,
my Lord(your humble duty remebred)I will not be your
futor.I fay to you,I defire deliu'rance from thefe Officers
being vpon hafty employment in the Kings Affaires.
luß. You fpeake,as hauing power to do wrong: But
anfwer in the eft'edl of your Reputation, and fatisfie the
poore woman.
Falß. Come hither Hofteffe. Bnter AT. Govcer
Ch.luß. Now Mafter Gctper; What newes ?
Goip.The King(my Lord) and Henrie Prince of Wales
Are neere at hand: The reft the Paper telles.
Falß. As I am a Gentleman.
Boß. Nay, you faid fo before.
Fal. As I am a GentIeman.Come,no more words of it
Boß. By this Heauenly ground I tread on, I muft be
faine to pawne both my Plate, and the Tapiftry of my dy-
ning Chambers.
g 3 Falß^
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8 o 'The fécond T^art of TJng Henry the Fourth.
Tal. Glafles, glaíTes, is the onely drinking : and for
thy walles a pretty flight Drollery, or the Storie of the
Prodigall, or the Germane hunting in Waterworke, is
worih a thoufand of thefe Bed-hangings, and thefe Fly¬
bitten Tapiftries. Let it be tenne pound (if thou canft.)
Come, if it were not for thy humors, there is not a better
Wench in England. Go, walh thy face, and draw thy
Ailion : Come, thou muft not bee in this humour with
me, come, I know thou was't fet on to this.
Haß. Prethee ( Sir lohn) let it be but twenty Nobles,
I loath to pawne my Plate, in good earnefl la.
Fal. Let it alone, He make other rtiift : you'l be a fool
ftill.
Hoß. Well, you fliall haue it although I pawne my
Gowne. I hope you'l come to Supper: You'l pay me al¬
together ?
Fal. Will I liuei Go with her, with her : hooke-on,
hooke-on.
Hoß. Will you haue Doll Teare-ßcet meet you at fup-
perf
Fal. No more words. Let's haue her.
Ch.Iuñ. I haue heard bitter newes.
Fal What's the newes (my good Lord?)
Qh.Iu. Where lay the King laft night?
Mef. At Bafingftoke my Lord.
Fal. I hope ( my Lord} all's well. What is the newes
my Lord ?
Ch.laß. Come all his Forces backe ?
Mef. No: Fifteene hundred Foot, flue hundred Horfe
Are march'd vp to my Lord of Lancafter,
Againft Northumberland,and the Arcbbifliop.
Fal. Comes the King backe from Wales, my noble L?
Ch.Iuß, You fhall haue Letters of me prefently.
Come,go along with me, good M. Gowre.
Fal. My Lord.
Ch.Iuß. What's the matter ?
Fal. Mafter Gowre, fliall I entreate you with mee to
dinner ?
Gow. 1 muft waite vpon my good Lord heere.
I thanke you,good Sir lohn.
Ch.Iuß. Sir lohn,yoa loyter heere too long,being you
are to take Souldiers vp, in Countries as you go.
Fal. Will you fup with me, Mafter Gowrel
Ch.Iuß. What foolifli Mafter taught you thefe man¬
ners, Sir lohn ?
Fal. Mafter Gower, if they become mee not, hee was a
Foole that taught them mee. This is the right Fencing
grace (my Lord) tap for tap,and fo part faire.
Ch.Iuß. Now the Lord lighten thee, thou art a great
Foole, Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter Prince Henry, Pointz, 'Bardolfe,
and Page.
Prin. Truft me, I am exceeding weary.
Poin. Is it come to that? I had thought wearines dürft
not haue attach'd one of fo high blood,
Prin. It doth me: though it difcolours the complexion
of my Greatnefle to acknowledge it. Doth it not fliew
vildely in me, to delire fmall Beere ?
Poin. Why,a Prince Ihould not be fo loofely ftudied.
as to remember fo weake a Compofition.
Prince. Belike then, my Appetite was not Princely
got : for (in troth) I do now remember the poore Crea¬
ture, Small Beere. But indeede thefe humble conlidera-
tions make me out of loue with my Greatnelfe. What a
difgrace is it to me, to remember thy name ? Or to know
thy face to morrow ? Or to take note how many paire of
Silk ftockings y haftí (Viz.thefe,and thofe that were thy
peach-colour'd ones:) Or to beare the Inuentorie of thy
fliirts, as one for fuperfluity, and one other, for vfe. But
that the Tennis-Court-keeper knowes better then I, for
it is a low ebbe of Linnen with thee, when thou kept'ft
not Racket there, as thou haft not done a great while, be-
caufe the reft of thy Low Countries,haue made a fliift to
eate vp thy Holland.
Poin. How ill it followes, after you haue labour'd fo
hard,you Ihould talke fo idlely? Tell me how many good
yong Princes would do fo, their Fathers lying fo flcke, as
yours is ? ,
Prin. Shall I tell thee one thing, Pointz i
Poin. Yes : and let it be an excellent good thing.
Prin. It lhall ferue among wittes of no higher breed¬
ing then thine.
Tain. Go to : I ftand the pulh of your one thing, that
you'l tell.
Prin. Why, I tell thee, it is not meet, that I Ihould be
fad now my Father is ficke : albeit I could tell to thee(as
to one it pleafes me, for fault of a better,to call my friend)
I could be fad,and fad indeed too.
Poin. Very hardly,vpon fuch a fubieit.
Prin. Thou think'ft me as farre in the Diuels Booke, as
thou,and Falßaffe, for obduracie and perliftencie. Let the
end try the man. But I tell thee, my hart bleeds inward¬
ly, that my Father is fo ficke : and keeping fuch vild com¬
pany as thou art, hath in reafon taken from me, all often-
tation of forrow.
Poin. The reafon ?
yWB.What would'ft thou think of me, if I fliold weep ?
Poin. I would thinke thee a moft Princely hypocrite.
Prin. It would be euery mans thought : and thou art
a blelTed Fellow,to thinke as euery man thinkes : neuer a
mans thought in the world, keepes the Rode-way better
then thine : euery man would thinke me an Hypocrite in¬
deede. And what aceites your moft worlhipful thought
to thinke fo
Poin. Why,becaufe you haue beene fo lewde, and fo
much ingrafFed to Falßaffe.
Prin. And to thee.
Pointz. Nay, I am well fpoken of, I can heare it with
mine owne earesrthe worft that they can fay of me is, that
I am a fécond Brother, and that I am a proper Fellowe of
my hands : and thofe two things I confelTe I canot helpe.
Looke,looke,here comes "Bardolfe.
Prince. And the Boy that I gauç Falßaffe, he had him
from me Chriftian,and fee if the fat villain haue not trans
form'd him Ape.
Enter Bardolfe,
"Bar, Saue your Grace.
Prin. And yours,moft iIo\>\t"Bardolfe,
Poin. Come you pernitious Aflre,you balhfull Foole,
muft you be bluftiing? Wherefore blulh you now? what
a Maidenly man at Armes are you become ? Is it fuch a
matter to get a Pottle-pots Maiden-head ?
Page. He call'd me euen now (my Lord)through a red
Lattice, and I could difcerne no part of his face from the
window:
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window : at laft I fpy'd his eyes, and me thought he had
made two holes in the Ale-wiues new Petticoat, & pee¬
ped through.
Prin. Hath not the boy profited ?
"Bar. Away, you horfon vpright Rabbet, away.
Page. Away,you rafcally Altheas dreame,away.
Prin, Inftruft vsBoy : what dreame. Boy ?
Page. Marry (my Lord) .Althea dream'd, ihe was de-
liuer'd of a Firebrand,and therefore I call him hir dream.
Prince. A Crownes-worth of good Interpretation :
There it is. Boy.
Poin. O that this good BlolTome could bee kept from
Cankers : Well, there is fix pence to preferue thee.
'Sard. If you do not make him be hang'd among you,
the gallowes lhall be wrong'd.
Prince. And how doth thy Mailer, Bardolph
'Bar. Well, my good Lord : he heard of your Graces
comming to Towne. There's a Letter for you-
Poin. Deliuer'd with good refpeil: And how doth the
Martlemas, your Mailer"■
'Bard. In bodily health Sir.
Poin, Marry, the immortall part needes a Phylifian ;
but that moues not him : though that bee ficke, it dyes
not.
Prince. I do allow this Wen to bee as familiar with
me,as my dogge : and he holds his place, for looke you
he writes.
Poin. Letter. lohn Falßaffe Knight : (Euery man mud
know that,as oft as hee hath occalion to name himfelfe:)
Euen like thofe that are kinneto the King, for they neuer
pricke their linger,but they fay,there is Ibm of the kings
blood fpilt. How comes that (fayes he) that takes vpon
him not to conceiue ? the anfwer is as ready as a borrow¬
ed cap : I am the Kings poore Colin,Sir,
Prince. Nay, they will be kin to vs,but they wil fetch
it fromBut to the Letter: Sir lohn Falflaffe,
Knight, to the Sonne of the King, neerefi hù Father, Harrie
Prince of Wales,greeting.
Poin. Why this is a Certificate,
Prin. Peace.
/ will imitate the honourable Romaines in breuitie.
Poin. Sure he meanes breuity in breath:lhort-winded.
/ commend me to thee, I commend thee, and I leaue thee. Bee
not too familiar with Pointz, for hee mifujes thy Fauours fo
much, that he Jweares thou art to marrie hù Sifter Nell. Re¬
pent at idle times as thou mayft,and jo farewell.
Thine,by yea and no ; which ù as much as to fay, as thou
•vfeft him. lacke Falllaffe with my Familiars:
lohn with my 'Brothers and Sifter;&Sir
lohn, with all Europe.
My Lord, I will lleepe this Letter in Sack, and make him
eate it,
Prin. That's to make him eate twenty of his Words,
But do you vfe me thus Nedi Mull I marry your Siller?
Poin. May the Wench haue no worfe Fortune. But I
neuer faid fo.
Prin. Welt, thus we play the Fooles with the time,&
the fpirits of the wife,lic in the cIouds,and mocke vs : Is
your .Mailer heere in London ?
'Bard. Yes my Lord.
Prin. Where fuppes he ? Doth the old Bore, feede in
the old Franke?
'Bard.At the old place my Lord, in £all-cheape.
Prin. What Company ?
Page. Ephefians my Lord, of the old Church.
Prin. Sup any women with him ?
Page. None my Lord,but old Millris Quicijy,dLni M.
Doll Teare-Jhcet.
Prin. What Pagan may that be ?
Page' A proper Gentlewoman,Sir, and a Kinfwoman
of my Mailers.
Prin. Euen fuch Kin, as the Parilh Heyfors are to the
Towne-Bull ?
Shall welleale vpon them [Ned) at Supper?
Poin. I am your lhadow,my Lord, He follow you.
Prin. Sirrah,you boy, and "Bardolph, no word to your
Mailer that I am yet in Towne,
There's for your lilence.
Bar. I haue no tongue, fir.
Page. And for mine Sir, I will gouerne it.
Prin. Fare ye well: go.
This Doll Teare-fheet Ihould be fome Rode,
Poin. I warrant you,as common as the way betweene
S.Albans,and London.
Prin. How might we fee Falftaffe bellow himfelfe to
night, in his true colours,and not our felues be feenef
Poin, Put on two Leather lerkins, and Aprons, and
waite vpon him at his Table,like Drawers.
Prin. From a God, to a Bull? A heauie declenfion : It
was loues cafe. From a Prince, to a Prentice, a low tranf-
formation, that lhall be mine: for in euery thing,the pur-
pofe mull weigh with the folly. Follow me Ned. Exeunt
Seena Tertia.
Enter Northumberland hù Ladie,and Harrie
Perdes Ladie.
North. I prethee louing Wife,and gentle Daughter,
Giue an euen way vnto my rough Affaires:
Put not you on the vifage of the Times,
And be like them to Percie, troublefome.
Wife. I haue giuen ouer, 1 will fpeak no more.
Do what you will : your Wifedome, be your guide.
North. Alas(fweet Wife)my Honor is at pawne.
And but my going, nothing can redeeme it.
La. Oh yet,for heauens fake,go not to thefe Warrs ;
The Time was(Father)when you broke your word.
When you were more endeer'd to it, then now.
When your owne Percy, when my heart-Attre-Harry,
Threw many a Northward looke, to fee his Father
Bring vp his Powres : but he did long in vaine.
Who then perfwaded you to Hay at home ?
There were two Honors loft; Yours, and your Sonnes,
For Yours,may heauenly glory brighten it:
For His, it llucke vpon him, as the Sunne
In the gray vault of Heauen : and by his Light
Did all the Cheualrie of England moue
To do braue Ails. He was ( indeed )the Glaffe
Wherein the Noble-Youth did dreffe themfelues.
He had no Legges, that prailic'd not his Gate :
And fpeaking thicke fwhich Nature made his blemilh)
Became the Accents of the Valiant,
For thofe that could fpeake low, and tardily.
Would turne their owne Perfeilion, to Abufe,
To feeme like him. So that in Speech,in Gate,
In Diet, in Alleitions of delight.
In Militarle Rules, Humors of Blood,
He
82 The fécond Tart of ^ng Henry the Fourth.
He was the Marke, and Glaffe, Coppy,and Booke,
That faihion'd others. And him, O wondrous! him,
0 Miracle of Men I Him did you leaue
(Second to none) vn-feconded by you,
To looke vpon the hideous God of Warre,
In dif-aduantage,to abide a held.
Where nothing but the found of Hotjpurs Name
Did feeme defenfible : fo you left him.
Neuer, O neuer doe his Ghoft the wrong.
To hold your Honor more precife and nice
With others,then with him. Let them alone !
The Marihall and the Arch-bifliop are ftrong.
Had my fweet Harry had but hälfe their Numbers,
To day might I (hanging on Hotjpurs Necke)
Haue talk'd of <JHonmouth's Graue.
North. Beíhrew your heart,
(Faire Daughter) you doe draw my Spirits from me.
With new lamenting ancient Ouer-fights.
But I mud goe,and meet with Danger there,
Or it will feeke me in another place.
And finde me worfe prouided.
mjt. O fiye to Scotland,
Till that the Nobles,and the armed Commons,
Haue of their Puiflance made a little tafte.
Lady. If they get ground, and vantage of the King,
Then ioyne you with them, like a Ribbe of Steele,
To make Strength ftronger. But,for all our loues,
Firft let them trye themfelues. So did your Sonne,
He was fo fuffer'd ; fo came I a Widow :
And neuer Ihrll haue length of Life enough.
To raine vpon Remembrance with mine Eyes,
That it may grow,and fprowt,as high as Heauen,
For Recordation to my Noble Husband.
iVi)í'f¿.Come,come,go in with meftis with my Minde
As with the Tyde,fwell'd vp vnto his height.
That makes a ftill-fland,running neyther way.
Faine would I goe to meet the Arch-bilhop,
But many thoufand Reafons hold me backe.
1 will relblue for Scotland : there am I,
Till Time and Vantage craue my company. Exeunt,
Scana Quarta.
Enter two Drawers,
1. Drawer, What haft thou brought there? Apple-
Johns? Thou know'ft Sir lohn cannot endure an Apple-
John .
Z.Draw. Thou fay'ft true : the Prince once fet a Dilh
of Apple-Johns before him, and told him there were fiue
more Sir lohnst and,putting oft his Hac,faid,J will now
take my leaue of thefe fixe drie, round, old-wither'd
Knights, It anger'd him to the heart : but hee hath for¬
got that.
I. Draw, Why then couer, and fet them downe : and
fee if thou canft finde out Sneal^es Noyfe j Miftris Teare-
jheet would faine haue fome Mufique,
2. Draw. Sirrha, heere will be the Prince, and Mafter
Points,laon •. and they will put on two of our Jerkins,
and Aprons, and Sir lohn muft not know of it : 'Bardo/ph
hath brought word.
I. Draw, Then here will be old Htü t it will be an ex¬
cellent ftratagem.
2. Draw. He fee if J can finde out Sneal^e, Exit.
Enter Hoßejfe, and "Dol.
Hoß, Sweet-heart, me thinkes now you are in an ex¬
cellent good temperalitie : your Pulfidge beates as ex¬
traordinarily, as heart would defire ; and your Colour
(J warrant you) is as red as any Rofe : But you haue
drunke too much Canaries, and that's a maruellous fear-
ching Wine ; and it perfumes the blood, ere wee can fay
what's this. How doe you now ?
Dot. Better then J was : Hem.
Hoß, Why that was well faid : A good heart's worth
Gold. Looke, here comes Sir lohn.
Enter Falßaffe.
Falß. When Arthur ßrß in Court—(emptie the Jordan)
and was a worthy King: How now Miftris Doli
HoSl, Sick of a Calme : yea,good-footh.
FaiSl. So is all her Seft : if they be once in a Calme,
they^re fick.
Dol. You muddle Rafcall,is that all the comfort you
glue me ?
Falß. You make fat Rafcalls, Miftris "Dot.
Dot. I make them ? Gluttonie and Difeafes make
them,I make them not.
Falß. If the Cooke make the Gluttonie,you helpe to
make the Difeafes iJDol) we catch of you [Dol) we catch
of you : Grant that, my poore Vertue, grant that.
H)ol. J marry, our Chaynes,and our Jewels.
Falß, Your Brooches, Pearles, and Qwches : For to
feme brauely,is to come halting off: you know,to come
oft" the Breach, with his Pike bent brauely, and to Surge-
rie brauely ; to venture vpon the charg'd-Chambers
brauely.
Hoß. Why this is the olde faihion : you two neuer
'meete,but you fall to fome difcord : you are both (in
good troth) as Rheumatike as two drie Toftes, you can¬
not one beare with anothers Confirmities. What the
good-yere? One muft beare, and that muft bee you:
you are the weaker Veflell j as they fay, the emptier
Veftell.
Dol. Can a weake emptie VeiTell beare fuch a huge
full Hogs-head ? There's a whole Marchants Venture
of Burdeux-Stuffe in him : you haue not feene a Hulke
better ftufft in the Hold. Come, He be friends with thee
lacke: Thou art going to the Warres, and whether J
ftiall euer fee thee againe, or no, there is no body
cares.
EnterHrawer,
Drawer. Sir, Ancient Piñoll is below, and would
fpeake with you.
Dol, Hang him, fwaggering Rafcall, let him not
come hither ; it is the foule-mouth'dft Rogue in Eng¬
land.
Hoß. If hee fwagger, let him not come here : J muft
liue amongft my Neighbors, He no Swaggerers: J am
in good name, and fame, with the very beft : ftiut the
doore, there comes no Swaggerers heere : J haue not
liu'd all this while, to haue fwaggering now : fliut the
doore, J pray you.
Falsi. Do'ft thou heare, Hoftefle ? ¡
Hoß.'Vny you pacifie your felfe(Sir /cin)there comes
no Swaggerers heere.
Falß.Do'ft
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The fécond Tart of ^ng Henry the Fourth.
83
FalB. Do'il thou heare? it is mine Ancient.
Hoñ. Tilly-faIIy(Sir /(jé»)neuer tell me, your ancient
Swaggerer comes not in my doores. I was before Mailer
the Deputie, the other day : and as hee faid to me,
it was no longer agoe then Wednefday lall : Neighbour
Sluicl^y (fayes hee;) Mailer £)om¿<,our Miniiler,was by
then : Neighbour ^¡c\ly (fayes hee J receiue thofe that
are Ciuill ; for (fayth hee) you are in an ill Name ! now
hee faid fo, I can tell whereupon : for(fayes hee) you are
an honeil Woman,and well thought on; therefore take
heede what Gueils you receiue : Receiue (fayes hee) no
fwaggering Companions. There comes none heere. You
would bleife you to heare what hee faid. No, He no
Swaggerers.
Fa/ß. Hee's no Swaggerer(Hoileire:)a tame Cheater,
hee: you may ilroake him as gently, as a Puppie Grey¬
hound : hee will not fwagger with a Barbarie Henne, if
her feathers turne backe in any ihew of reiillance. Call
him vp (Drawer.)
H(ß. Cheater, call you him .> I will barre no honeil
man my houfe, nor no Cheater : but I doe not loue fwag¬
gering ; I am the worfe when one fayes, fwagger : Feele
Mailers,how I Ihake: looke you,I warrant you.
Dot. So you doejHoilefle.
Haß. Doe I yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an Af-
pen Leafe : I cannot abide Swaggerers.
Enter Pißol^and ^aräolyb and bü Boy.
Piß. 'Saue you. Sir lobn.
Falß. Welcome Ancient Pißol. Here(P;^o/)I charge
you with a Cup of Sacke : doe you difcharge vpon mine
Hoilelfe.
Piß. I will difcharge vpon her (Sir hbn) with two
Bullets.
Falß. She is Piiloll-proofe (Sir) you ihall hardly of¬
fend her.
Hoß. Come,Ile drinke no Proofes,nor no Bullets: I
will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans
pleafure, I.
Piß. Then to you (Miilris Dorotbie) I will charge
you.
"Dol. Charge me ? I fcorne you (fcuruie Companion)
what? you poore, bafe, rafcally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-
Mate : away you mouldie Rogue,away ; I am meat for
your Mailer.
Piß. I know you, Miilris Dorotbie.
Dot. Away you Cut-purfe Rafcall, you filthy Bung,
away : By this Wine, He thruil my Knife in your mouldie
Chappes,if you play the fawcie Cuttle with me. Away
you Bottle-Ale Rafcall,you Basket-hilt llale Iugler,you,
Since when, I pray you,Sir? what, with two Points on
your ihoulder ? much.
fiß. I will murther your Ruffe, for this,
Hoß. No, good Captaine Pißol ; not heere, fweete
Captaine.
Dot. Captaine ? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater,
art thou not aiham'd to be call'd Captaine? IfCaptaines
were of my minde,they would trunchion you out, for ta¬
king their Names vpon you,before you haue earn'd them.
You a Captaine? you ilaue,for what ? for tearing a poore
Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-houfe? Hee a Captaine? hang
him Rogue, hee Hues vpon mouldie ilew'd-Pruines, and
dry'de Cakes. A Captaine ? Thefe Villaines will make
the word Captaine odious : Therefore Captaines had
needc looke to it.
Bard. 'Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient.
Falß. Hearke thee hither, Miilris Dot.
Pili. Not I : I tell thee what, Corporall 'Bardolfb, I
could teare her : He be reueng'd on her.
Page. 'Pray thee goe downe.
Piß. He fee her damn'd firil : to Pluto's damn'd Lake,
to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde
alfo. Hold Hooke and Line, fay 1 : Downe : downe
Dogges,downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here?
Hoß. Good Captaine Peejel be quiet, it is very late :
I befeeke you now, aggrauate your Choler.
Piß. Thefe be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack-
Horles, and hollow-pamper'd lades of Afra, which can¬
not goe but thirtie miles a day, compare with Cafar, and
with Caniballs,and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne
them with King Cerherta,ztsi let the Welkin roare: ihall
wee fall foule for Toyes?
Hoß. By my troth Captaine, thefe are very bitter
words.
'Bard. Be gone, good Ancient : this will grow to a
Brawle anon.
Piß. Die men, like Dogges ;giue Crownes like Pinnes:
Haue we not Hiren here ?
Hoß. On my word (Captaine) there's none fuch here.
What the good-yere,doe you thinke I would denye her ?
I pray be quiet.
PiB. Then feed,and be fat (my faire Cai/pa/».) Come,
giue me fome Sack, Si fortune me tormente, Jperato me con¬
tente. Feare wee broad-fides? No,let the Fiend giue fire:
Giue me fome Sack : and Sweet-heart lye thou there :
Come wee to full Points here, and are et cetera's no¬
thing ?
Fal. PiBol,l would be quiet.
PiB. Sweet Knight,! kiffe thy Neaffe: what? wee haue
feene the feuen Starres.
Dot. Thruil him downe llayrcs, I cannot endure fuch
a Fullian Rafcall.
Piß. Thruil him downe ilayres ? know we not Gallo¬
way Nagges ?
Fal. Q^oit him downe {BardolfbJ like a ihoue-groat
ihilling : nay, if hee doe nothing but fpeake nothing, hee
ihall be nothing here.
'Bard. Come, get you downe ilayres.
Piß. What ? ihall wee haue Incifion ? ihall wee em-
brew ? then Death rocke me aileepe, abridge my dolefull
dayes : why then let grieuous, gallly, gaping Wounds,
vntwin'd the Sifters three: Come jitrofos,\ fay.
HoB. Here's good ftuffe toward.
Fal. Giue me my Rapier, Boy.
Dol. I prethee Iac\^, 1 prethee doe not draw.
Fal. Get you downe ilayres.
Hoß. Here's a goodly tumult: He forfweare keeping
houfe,before He be in thefe tirrits,and frights. So: Mur¬
ther I warrant now. Alas, alas, put vp your naked Wea¬
pons,put vp your naked Weapons.
Dot. I prethee Iac\ be quiet, the Rafcall is gone : ah,
you whorfon little valiant "Villaine,you.
HoB. Are you not hurt i'th'Groyne ? me thought hee
made a ihrewd Thruil at your Belly.
Fal. Haue you turn'd him out of doores f
Bard. Yes Sir: the Rafcall's drunke : you haue hurt
him (Sir) in the Ihoulder.
Fal. A Ral'call to braue me.
Dol. Ah, you fweet little Rogue, you : alas, poore Ape,
how thou fweat'il? Come,let me wipe thy Face: Come
on,you whorfon Chops: Ah Rogue,! loue thee: Thou
art
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84 The fécond '^art of fjng Henry the Fourth.
art as valorous as HeBor of Troy, worth fiue of Agamem¬
non, and tenne times better then the nine Worthies : ah
Villaine.
Tal. A rafcally Slaue,! will tofle the Rogue in a Blan¬
ket.
Del. Doe,if thou dar'ft for thy heart: if thou doo'ft,
He canuas thee betweene a paire of Sheetes.
Enter oTiEußque,
Page, The Mufique is come, Sir.
Fal. Let them play : play Sirs. Sit on my Knee, Dol.
A Rafcall, bragging Slaue : the Rogue fled from me like
Quick-filuer.
Dol, And thou followd'ft him like a Church: thou
whorfon little tydie Bartholmew Bore-pigge,when wilt
thou leaue flghting on dayes,and foyning on nights,and
begin to patch vp thine old Body for Heauen ?
Enter the Prince and Poines dùguis'd,
Fal, Peace (good Dol) doe not fpeake like a Deaths-
head: doe not bid me remember mine end.
Dol. Sirrha,what humor is the Prince of?
Fal. A good ihallow young fellow : hee would haue
made a good Pantler, hee would haue chipp'd Bread
well.
Dol, They fay Poines hath a good Wit.
Fal. Hee a good Wit? hang him Baboone,his Wit is
as thicke as Tewksburie Muftard : there is no more con¬
ceit in him, then is in a Mallet.
Dol, Why doth the Prince loue him fo then ?
Fal. Becaufe their Legges are both of a bignefle: and
hee playes at Quoits well,and eates Conger and Fennell,
and drinkes off Candles ends for Flap-dragons,and rides
the wilde-Mare with the Boyes,and iumpes vpon loyn'd-
ftooles, and fweares with a good grace, and weares his
Boot very fmooth,like vnto the Signe of the Leggej and
breedes no bate with telling of difcreete ftories: and fuch
other Gamboll Faculties hee hath, that fliew a weake
Minde,and an able Body,for the which the Prince admits
him ; for the Prince himfelfe is fuch another : the
weight of an hayre will turne the Scales betweene their
Haher-de-poiá.
Prince, Would not this Naue of a Wheele haue his
Eares cut off?
Poin. Let vs beat him before his Whore.
Prince, Looke, if the wither'd Elder hath not his Poll
claw'd like a Parrot.
Poin. Is it not ftrange, that Delire fhould fo many
yeeres out-liue performance ?
Fal, Kiffe me Dol.
Prince, Saturne and Vemu this yeere in Coniunftion ?
What fayes the Almanack to that ?
Poin. And looke whether the fierie Trig's», his Man,
be not lifping to his Mafters old Tables, his Note-Booke,
his Councell-keeper ?
Fal, Thou do'ft giue me flattVing Buffes.
Dol, Nay truely, I kiffe thee with a rnofl confiant
heart.
Fal, I am olde, I am olde.
Do!. I loue thee better, then I loue ere a fcuruie young
Boy of them all.
Fal, What Stuffe wilt thou haue a Kirtleof? I lhall
receiue Money on Thurfday : thou fhalt haue a Cappe
to morrow. A merrie Song, come : it growes late,
wee will to Bed. Thou wilt forget me, when I am
gone.
Dol, Thou wilt fet me a weeping, if thou fay'll fo :
proue that euer I dreffe my felfe handfome, till thy re¬
torne : well,hearken the end.
Fal, Some Sack,Fr'a»r».
Prin.Poin. Anon,anon,Sir.
Fal, Ha ? a Ballard Sonne of the Kings? And art not
thou Poines,h'ls Brother ?
Prince, Why thou Globe of flnfull Continents, what
a Life do'ft thou lead ?
Fal. A better then thou: I am a Gentleman,thou art
a Drawer.
Prince, Very true. Sir : and I come to draw you out
by the Eares.
Hofl. Oh, the Lord preferue thy good Grace: Wel¬
come to London. Now Heauen bleffe that fweete Face
of thine: what, are you come from Wales?
Fal, Thou whorfon mad Compound of Maieftie : by
this light Flefh,and corrupt Blood,thou art welcome.
Dol, HowPyou fat Foole, I fcorne you.
Poin, My Lord, hee will driue you out of your re-
uenge, and turne all to a merryment, if you take not the
heat.
Prince, You whorfon Candle.myne you, how vildly
did you fpeake of me euen now, before this honeft, ver-
tuous,ciuill Gentlewoman?
Hoß, 'Bleffing on your good heart, and fo Ihee is by
my troth.
Fal. Didft thou heare me ?
Prince, Yes: and you knew me,as you did when you
ranne away by Gads-hill : you knew I was at your back,
and fpoke it on purpofe,to trie my patience.
Fal, No,no,no : not fo : I did not thinke, thou wall
within hearing.
Prince, I lhall driue you then to confeffe the wilfull
abufe, and then I know how to handle you.
Fal, No abufe ^Hall) on mine Honor,no abufe.
Prince. Not to difprayfe me? and call me Pantler, and
Bread-chopper, and 1 know not what.?
Fal, No abufe(HaA;
Poin, No abufe?
Fal, No abufe (Ned) in the World : honeft Ned none.
I difprays'd him before the Wicked, that the Wicked
might not fall in loue with him : In which doing, I haue
done the part of a carefull Friend, and a true Subiefl, and
thy Father is to giue me thankes for it. No Ahaie(Halt)
none (Ned) none ; no Boyes, none.
Prince. See now whether pure Feare,and entire Cow-
ardife, doth not make thee wrong this vertuous Gentle¬
woman, to clofe with vs? Is thee of the Wicked ? Is thine
Hofteffe heere, of the Wicked ? Or is the Boy of the
Wicked? Or honed Sardolph (whofe Zeale burnes in his
Nofe) of the Wicked ?
Poin. Anf«ere thou dead Elme,anfwere.
Fal. The Fiend hath prickt downe 'Bardolph irrecoue-
rable, and his Face is Lucife's Priuy-Kitchin, where hee
doth nothing but roll Mault-Wormes : for the Boy,
there is a good Angelí about him, but the Deuill out¬
bids him too.
Prince. For the Women ?
Fal. For one of them, Ihee is in Hell aireadle, and
burnes poore Sou I es : for the other, I owe her Mo¬
ney J and whether Ihee bee damn'd for that, I know
not.
Hoß, No, I warrant you.
Fa/. No,
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Fal. No, I thinke thou art not : I thinke thou art quit
for that. Marry, there is another Indi^ment vpon thee,
for fuffering fleih to bee eaten in thy houfe, contrary to
the Law, for the which I thinke thou wilt howle.
HoB. All Viituallers doe fo : What is a loynt of
Mutton,or two,in a whole Lent?
Frhce. You,Gentlewoman.
ÍDo/. What fayes your Grace}
Falfi, His Grace fayes that, which his flelh rebells
again (h
Hoß, Who knocks fo lowd at doore ? Looke to the
doore there, Francis }
Enter Peto,
Prince. PetOy how now ? what newes ^
Peto. The King,your Father,is at Weftminfter,
And there are twentie weake and wearied Portes,
Come from the North : and as I came along,
I met,and ouer-tooke a dozen Captaines,
Bare-hcaded,fwcating, knocking at the Tauernes,
And asking euery one for Sir John Falflaffe.
Prince. By Heauen (^Poines) I feele me much to blame.
So idly to prophane the precious time,
When Tempeft of Commotion,like the South,
Borne with black Vapour, doth begin to melt,
And drop vpon our bare vnarmed heads.
Giue me my Sword,and Cloake :
FaÍflaffey%ooá night. Exit.
FalB, Now comes in the fweeteft Morfell of the
night, and wee muft hence, and leaue it vnpickt. .More
knocking at the doore? How now? what^s the mat¬
ter ?
^ard. You muft away to Court, Sir, prefently,
A dozen Captaines ftay at doore for you.
Falß. Pay the Mufitians, Sirrha : farewell Hoftefle,
farewell Dot, You fee (my good Wenches) how men of
Merit are fought after : the vndeferuer may i]eepe,when
the man of A^ion is calPd on. Farewell good Wenches:
if 1 be not fent away pofte, I will fee you againe, ere I
goe.
Dol. I cannot fpeake : if my heart bee not readie
to burft-— Well ( fweete lach ) haue a care of thy
felfe.
Falß. Farewell, farewell. Exit.
Holt. Well, fare thee well : I haue knowne thee
thefe twentie nine yeeres, come Pefcod-time : but an
honefter , and truer-hearted man Well, fore thee
well.
Bard. Miftris Teare-ßeet.
Hoß. What's the matter ?
Bard. Bid Miftris Teare-ßoeet come to my Marter.
Hoß. Oh runne ^(?/, runne : runne,good *2)0/.
Exeunt.
A5lus Tertius. Seena Prima.
Enter the Kingy rpitb a Page,
Goe,call the Earles of Surrey,and of Warwick :
But ere they come, bid them ore-reade thefe Letters,
And well confider of them : make good fpeed. Exit,
How many thoufand of my pooreft Subieils
Are at this howre afleepe ? O Sleepe,0 gentle Sleepe,
Natures foft Nurfe, how haue I frighted thee.
That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids downe,
And fteepe my Sences in Forgetfulnefle ?
Why rather (Sleepe) lyeft thou in fmoakíe Cribs,
Vpon vneafie Pallads ftretching thee,
And huilht with buffing Night, flyes to thy ftumber.
Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great?
Vnder the Canopies of coftly State,
And luird with founds of fweeteft Melodie ?
O thou dull God,why lyeft thou with the vilde,
In loathfome Beds,and leau'ft the Kingly Couch,
A Watch-cafe,or a common Larum-Bell?
Wilt thou, vpon the high and giddie Maft,
Seale vp the Ship-boyes Eyes,and rock his Braines,
In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge,
And in the vifitation of the Windes,
Who take the Ruffian Billowes by the top,
Curling their monftrous heads,and hanging them
With deaff'ning Clamors in the flipp'ry Clouds,
That with the hurley, Death it felfe awakes?
Canft thou (O partiall Sleepe) giue thy Repofe
To the wet Sea-Boy,in an houre fo rude :
And in the calmeft,and moft ftilleft Night,
With all appliances, and meanes to boote,
Deny it to a King? Then happy Lowe,lye downe,
Vneafie lyes the Head,that weares a Crowne.
Enter Warnicl^e and Surrey,
IVar, Many good-morrowes to your Maieftie.
King. Is it good-morrow, Lords ?
War. 'Tis One a Clock, and part.
King^JYi^ then good-morrow to you all(my Lords:)
Haue you read o're the Letters that I fent you ?
War, We haue (my Liege.)
King, Then you perceiue the Body of our Kingdome,
How foule it is : what ranke Difeafes grow.
And with what danger, neere the Heart of it ?
War, It is but as a Body,yet diftemper'd,
Which to his former ftrength may be reftor'd,
With good aduice,and little Medicine:
My Lord Northumberland will foone be cool'd.
King.OYi Heauen,that one might read the Book of Fate,
And fee the reuolution of the Times
Make Mountaines leuell,and the Continent
(Wearie of folide firmeneire)melt it felfe
Into the Sea : and other Times, to fee
The beachie Girdle of the Ocean
Too wide for Neptunes hippes ; how Chances mocks
And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration
With diuers Liquors, 'Tis not tenne yeeres gone.
Since Rlchardyind Northumberland^ great friends,
Did feaft together; and in two yeeres after,
Were they at Warres. It is but eight yeeres fince.
This Perde was the man, neereft my Soule,
Who, like a Brother, toyl'd in my Affaires,
And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot :
Yea, for my fake,euen to the eyes of Pochard
Gaue him defiance. But which of you was by
(You Coufin N€uily2i% I may remember)
When RicbardyWiXh his Eye,brim-full ofTeares,
(Then check'd,and rated by Northumberland)
Did fpeake thefe words (now prou'd a Prophecie:)
Northumberlandythow Ladder,by the which
My
J87
8 6 The fécond Tart of ^ing Henry the Fourth.
My Coufin 'BuU'mghrùol^ afcends tny Throne :
(Though then,Heauen knowes,! had no fuch intent,
But that neceflitie fo bow'd the State,
That I and Greatnefle were compell'd to klffe:)
The Time ihall come (thus did hee follow it)
The Time will come,that foule Sinne gathering head.
Shall breake into Corruption : fo went on.
Fore-telling this fame Times Condition,
And the diuilion of our Amitie.
PVar. There is a Hiftorie in all mens Lines,
Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd :
The which obferu'd, a man may prophecie
With a neere ayme,of the maine chance of things.
As yet not come to Life, which in their Seedes
And weake beginnings lye entreafured :
Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time ;
And by the neceflarie forme of this.
King Richard might create a perfefb guelTe,
That great Northumherland,Ùien falfe to him,
Would of that Seed, grow to a greater falfenefle.
Which Ihould not finde a ground to roote vpon,
Vnlefle on you.
King. Are thefe things then Neceflities ?
Then let vs meete them like Neceflities ;
And that fame word,euen now cryes out on vs:
They fay, the Bilhop and Northumberland
Are fiftie thoufand ftrong.
JVar. It cannot be (my Lord:)
Rumor doth double,like the Voice,and Eccho',
The numbers of the feared. Pleafe it your Grace
To goe to bed, vpon my Life (my Lord)
The Pow'rs that you aireadle haue fent forth.
Shall bring this Prize in very eafily.
To comfort you the more, I haue receiu'd
A certaine inftance,that Glendour is dead.
Your Maieftie hath beene this fort-night ill,
And thefe vnfeafon'd howres perforce muft adde
Vnto your Sicknefle.
King. I will take your counfaile :
And were thefe inward Warres once out of hand.
Wee would (deare Lords^ vnto the Holy-Land.
Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Shallow and Silence: with Mouldie,Shadow,
Wart, Feeble, IBull-calfe.
Shal. Come-on, come-on, come-on : giue mee your
Hand,Sir; giue mee your Hand,Sir: an early flirrer,by
the Rood. And how doth my good Coufin Silence f
Sil. Good-morrow, good Coufin Shallow.
Shal. And how doth my Coufin, your Bed-fellow ?
and your faireft Daughter, and mine,my God-Daughter
Ellen f
Sil. Alas,a blacke Ouzell (Coufin Shallow.)
Shal.By yea and nay,Sir, I dare fay my Coufin William
is become a good Scholler ? hee is at Oxford ftill, is hee
not.'
Sil. Indeede Sir, to my coft.
Shal. Hee muft then to the Innes of Court Ihortly : I
was once of Clements \nne-, where (I thinke) they will
talke of mad Shallow yet.
Sil. You were call'd luftie Shallow then(Coufin.)
Shal. I was call'd any thing : and I would haue done
any thing indeede too,and roundly too. There was I,and
little lohn Doit of Staffordlhire, and blacke George "Bare,
and Francis Pii\-bone,arsd Will Squele a Cot-fal-man, you
had not foure fuch Swindge-bucklers in all the Innes of
Court againe : And I may fay to you, wee knew where
the 'Bona-'i^jba's were, and had the bell of them all at
commandement. Then was lacl^e Fal/iaffe{no-w Sir lohn)
a Boy s and Page to Thomas tàliowbray, Duke of Nor-
folke.
Sil. This Sir Job« (Coufin) that comes hither anon a-
bout Souldiers
Shal. The fame Sir lohn, the very fame : I faw him
breake Scoggan's Head at the Court-Gate, when hee was
a Crack, not thus high : and the very fame day did I fight
with one Sampjon Stocb^fijh, a Fruiterer, behinde Greyes-
Inne. Oh the mad dayes that I haue fpent ! and to fee
how many of mine olde Acquaintance are dead.'
Sil. Wee lhall all follow (Coufin.)
Shal. Certaine : 'tis certaine : very fure, very fure :
Death is certaine to all, all lhall dye. How a good Yoke
of Bullocks at Stamford Fayre.'
Sil. Truly Coufin, I was not there.
Shal. Death is certaine. Is old Double of your Towne
liuing yet ?
Sil. Dead, Sir.
Shal. Dead f See, fee : hee drew a good Bow : and
dead.' hee Ihot a fine Ihoote. lohn of Gaunt loued
him well, and betted much Money on his head. Dead.'
hee would haue clapt in the Clowt at Twelue-fcore,and
carryed you a fore-hand Shaft at foureteene, and foute-
teene and a hälfe, that it would haue done a mans heart
good to fee. How a fcore of Ewes now f
Sil. Thereafter as they be : a fcore of good Ewes
may be worth tenne pounds.
Shal. And is olde Double dead.'
Enter Bardolfh and his Boy.
Sil. Heere come two of Sir lohn Falßaffes Men (as I
thinke.)
Shal. Good-morrow,honeft Gentlemen.
Bard. I befeech you, which is luftice Shallow ?
Shal. I am Robert Shallow{Sir)!i poore Efquire of this
Countie, and one of the Kings luftices of the Peace :
What is your good pleafure with me ?
Bard. My Captaine (Sir) commends him to you :
my Captaine,Sir lohn Falßaffe : a tall Gentleman, and a
moft gallant Leader.
Shal. Hee greetes me well : (Sir) I knew him a
good Back-Sword-man. How doth the good Knight?
may I aske, how my Lady his Wife doth .'
Bard. Sir, pardon : a Souldier is better accommoda¬
ted, then with a Wife.
ShaL It is well faid,Sir; and it is well faid, indeede,
too : Better accommodated.' it is good, yea indeede is
it : good phrafes are furely,and euery where very com¬
mendable. Accommodated, it comes of Accommodo :
very good, a good Phrafe.
Bard. Pardon, Sir, I haue heard the word. Phrafe
call you it.' by this Day, I know not the Phrafe : but
I will maintaine the Word with my Sword, to bee a
Sonldier-like Word, and a Word of exceeding good
Command. Accommodated : that is, when a man is
(as they fay) accommodated : or, when a man is, being
whereby
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87
whereby he thought to be accommodated ^ which is an
excellent thing.
Enter Falßaffe,
ShaL It is very iud : Looke, heere comes good Sir
lobtt, Giue me your hand, giue me your Wor/hips
hand: Trail me, you looke well : and beare your yeares
very well. Welcome,good Sir lohn.
Fal, I am glad to fee you well, good M. Robert Sbal-
Uv, Mailer Sure-card as 1 thinke?
Sbal. No iir Lbn^ it is my Cofm Silence: In Commiiîî-
on with mee.
Fal. Good M. Silence^ it well befits you ihould be of
the peace.
Ä7. Your good Worihip is welcome.
Fal Fye, this is hot weather (Gentlemen) haue you
prouided me heere hälfe a dozen of fufBcient men?
Sbal. Marry haue we fir : Will you fit?
FaL Let me fee them, I befeech you.
Sbal. Whereas the Rolli Where's the Roll ? Where's
the Roll ? Let me fee, let me fee, let me fee : fo,fo, fo, fo :
yea marry Sir. Raphe Mouldiex let them appeare as 1 call:
let them do fo, let them do fo : Let mee fee. Where is
Mouldie ?
Moul. Heere,if it pleafe you.
Sbal. What thinke you (Sir lohn) a good limb'd fel¬
low: yongjilrong, and of good friends.
Fal. Is thy name Mouldie ?
çMoul. Yea,if it pleafe you.
Fal. Tis the more time thou wert vs'd^
^al. Ha,ha,ha, moil excellent. Things that are moul¬
die, lacke vfe: very fingular good. Well faide Sir lobn^
very well faid.
Fal. Pricke him.
Moul, I was prickt well enough before, if you could
haue let me alone : my old Dame will be vndone now,for
one to doe her Husbandry, and her Drudgery ; you need
not to haue prickt me, there are other men fitter to goe
out, then I.
Fal, Go too: peace Mouldie^ you ihall goe. cMouldhy
it is time you were fpent.
Moul. Spent?
Shallot». Peace, fellow, peace 5 Hand afide : Know you
where you are? For the other fir John t Let me itt'.Simon
Sbadox».
Fal, I marry, let me haue him to fit vnder : he's like to
be a cold fouldier.
S6ii/. Where's ?
Shad. Heere fir»
Fal. Sbadcwy whofe fonne art thou ?
Shad. My Mothers fonne, Sir.
Falß. Thy Mothers fonne : like enough, and thy Fa¬
thers ihadow : fo the fonne of the Female, is the ihadow
of the Male : it is often fo indeede, but not of the Fathers
fubilance.
Sbal. Do you like him, fir John ?
Falß, Sbadcr» will ferue for Summer : pricke him : For
wee haue a number of ihadowes to fill vppe the Muiler-
Booke.
Sbal. Thomas Wart ?
Falß, Where's he?
Wart, Heere fir.
Falß. Is thy name Wart}
Wart. Yea fir,
Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart»
Sbal. Shall I pricke him downe,
Sir lohn ?
Falß. It were fuperfluous: for his apparrel is built vp-
on his backe, and the whole frame ilands vpon pinsiprick
him no more.
Sbal. Ha, ha, ha, you can do it fir : you can doe it : I
commend you well.
Francis Feeble,
Feeble. Heere fir.
Sbal. What Trade art thou Feeble }
Feeble, A Womans Taylor fir.
Sbal. Shall I pricke him,fir?
Fal, You may :
But if he had beene a mans Taylor, he would haue prick'd
you. Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Bat-
taile^as thou hail done in a Womans petticote?
Feeble. I will doe my good will fir, you can haue no
more.
Falfl. Well faid, good Womans Tailour : Well fayde
Couragious Feeble : thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrath-
full Doue, or moil magnanimous Moufe. Pricke the wo¬
mans Taylour well Mailer Sballovpy deepe Maiiler Sbal-
lotv.
Feeble. I would Wart might haue gone fir.
Fal, I would thou wert a mans Tailor, that y might'il
mend him, and make him fit to goe. I cannot put him to
a priuate fouldier, that is the Leader of fo many thou-
fands. Let that fuffice,moíl Forcible Feeble,
Feeble, It ihall fuffice.
Falß. I am bound to thee, reuerend Feeble, Who is
the next ?
Sbal. Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene.
Falß. Yea marry, let vs fee 'Bulcalfe.
Bui. Heere fir.
Fal, Truil me,a likely Fellow. Come,pricke me Bnl-
calfe till he roare againe.
Bui. Oh, good my Lord Captaine.
Fal. What? do'il thou roare before th'art prickt.
Bui. Oh fir, I am a difeafed man.
Fal. What difeafe haft thou ?
Bui. A whorfon cold fir, a cough fir, which I caught
with Ringing in the Kings aíFayres, vpon his Coronation
day, fir.
Fal. Come, thou ihalt go to the Warres in a Gowne :
we will haue away thy Cold, and I will take fuch order,
that thy friends ihall ring for thee. Is heere all ?
Sbal, There is two more called then your number :
you mull haue but foure heere fir,and fo I pray you go in
with me to dinner.
Fal. Come, I will goe drinke with you, but I cannot
tarry dinner. I am glad to fee you in good troth, Mailer
Shallot»,
Sbal. O fir John y doe you remember fince wee lay all
night in the Winde-mill,in S Georges Field.
Falßaffe. No more of that good Mailer Shallot» : No
more of rhat.
Sbal. Haf it was a merry night. And is lane Night-
wor/^e aliue ?
Fal, She hues, M.¿"WW.
Sbal. She neuer could away with me.
Fal. Neuer, neuer : Ihe would alwayes fay ihee could
not abide M..Sballct»,
Sbal. I could anger her to the heart : íhee was then a
Bona-Roba. Doth ihe hold her owne well,
Fal. Old, old, M. Shallot».
Sbal, Nay, ihe mull be old, ihe cannot choofe but be
g g old:
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88 The fécond ^art of Kfig Henry the Fourth.
old : certaine lhee*s old : and had Roh'tn Night-Tpori^^ by
old Nigbt-rvor}^ybçioxt I came to Clements Inne.
Sil, That's fiftie fiue yeeros agoe^
Shal. Hah, Coufin Silence y that thou hadft feene that,
that this Knight and I haue feene : hah, Sir lohn y faid I
well ?
Falfl. Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid-night, Ma¬
iler Shallow.
Shal. That wee haue, that wee haue ; in faith,Sir lohrty
wee haue : our watch-word was, Hem-Boyes. Come,
let's to Dinner; come, let's to Dinner : Oh the dayes that
wee haue feene. Come, come.
Bui. Good Mailer Corporate 'Bardolph, ftand my
friend, and heere is foure Harry tenne ihilJings in French
Crownes for you : in very truth, fir,! had as lief be hang'd
iir, as goe : and yet,for mine owne part,fir, 1 do not care ;
but rather, becaufe 1 am vnwiiling, and for mine owne
part, haue a deiire to ilay with my friends : elfe, iir, I did
not care,for mine owne part,fo much.
Bard. Go-too ; Hand afide.
Mould, And good Mailer Corporall Captaine,for my
old Dames fake, iland my friend : ihee hath no body to
doe any thing about her, when 1 am gone : and ihe is old,
and cannot helpe her felfe : you ihall haue fortie,iîr.
'Bard. Go-too : (land aiide.
Feeble. I care not, a man can die but once ; wee owe a
death. I will neuer beare a bafe minde : if it be my deíli-
nie,fo : if it be not,fo : no man is too good to ferue his
Prince : and let it goe which way it will,he that dies this
yeere,is quit for the next.
Bard, Well faid, thou art a good fellow.
Feeble. Nay,I will beare no bafe minde.
Falß. Come fir, which men /hall I haue }
Shal. Foure of which you pleafe.
Bard.^'wy a word with you: 1 haue three pound, to
free cMouldie and Bull-calfe.
Falß. Go-too: well.
Shal, Come,ßr which foure will you haue ?
Falß, Doe you chufe for me.
Shal. Marry then , cMouldiey Bull-calfcy FeebUy and
Shadow.
Falß. Mouldky and Bull-calfe : for you MouldiCy^zy
at home, till you are pall feruice : and for your part,*®«//-
calfeygrov/ till you come vnto it : I will none of you.
Shal. Sir /(?/&«,Sir lohnyàot not your felfe wrong,they
are your likelyell men,and I would haue you feru'd with
the bell.
Falß. Will you tell me (Mafter Shallow) how to chufe
a man.' Care I for the Limbe, the Thewes, the ilature,
bulke, and bigge aíTemblance of a man ? giue mee the
fpirit (Mafter Shallow.) Where's îVart^ you fee what
a ragged appearance it is : hee ihall charge you, and
difcharge you, with the motion of a Pewterers Ham¬
mer : come off, and on, fwifter then hee that gibbets on
the Brewers Bucket. And this fame halfe-fac'd fellow,
ShadoWy giue me this man : hee prefents no marke to the
Enemie, the foe-man may with as great ayme leuell at
the edge of a Pen-knife : and for a Retrait, how fwiftly
will this FeebUy the Womans Taylor, runne off. O, giue
me the fpare men, and fpare me the great ones. Put me a
Calyuer into Warts h^ináyBardolfh.
Bard. Hold Warty Trauerfe : thus,thus,thus.
Falß. Come,manage me your Calyuer: fo:very well,
go-too, very good, exceeding good. O, giue me alwayes
a little,leane, old, chopt, bald Shot. Well faid Wartyùi0\^
art a good Scab : hold, there is a Tefter for thee.
Shal, Hee is not his Crafts-mafter, hee doth not doe
it right. I remember at Mile-end-Greene, when 1 lay
at Clements Inne, I was then Sir B>agonet in eArthurs
Show : there was a little quiuer fellow, and hee would
manage you his Peece thus : and hee would about,
and about, and come you in, and come you in : Rah,
tah, tah, would hee fay, Bownce would hee fay, and
away againe would hee goe,and againe would he come:
1 ihall neuer fee fuch a fellow.
Falß. Thefe fellowes will doe well, Mafter Shallow,
Farewell Mafter Silence, I will not vfe many wordes with
you : fare you well, Gentlemen both : 1 thanke you:
I muft a dozen mile to night. 'Bardclpb,¿\\xQ the Souldiers
Coates.
Shal. Sir lohn, Heauen bleffe you, and profper your
Affaires, and fend vs Peace. As you returne , vifit
my houfe. Let our old acquaintance be renewed : per-
aduenture I will with you to the Court.
Falß. I would you would,Mafter Shallow,
Shal. Go-too : I haue fpoke at a word. Fare you
well. Exit.
Falß. Fare you well, gentle Gentlemen. On Bar-
dolphy leade the men away. As I returne, I will fetch off
thefe luftices : I doe fee the bottome of luftice Shal¬
low, How fubie^ wee old men are to this vice of Ly¬
ing.' This fame ftaru'd luftice hath done nothing but
prate to me of the wildeneffe of his Youth, and the
Feates hee hath done about Turnball-ftreet, and euery
third word a Lye , duer pay'd to the hearer, then the
Turkes Tribute. 1 doe remember him at Clements Inne,
like a man made after Supper,of a Cheefe-paring* When
hee was naked, hee was, for all the world, like a forked
Radi/h, with a Head ^ntaftically caru'd vpon it with a
Knife. Hee was fo forlorne, that his Dimenftons ( to
any thicke fight ) were inuincible. Hee was the very
Genius of Famine : hee came euer in the rcre-ward of
the Fafliion : And now is this Vices Dagger become a
Squire, and talkes as familiarly of lohn of Gaunt, as if
hee had beene fworne Brother to him : and lie be fworne
hee neuer faw him but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he
burft his Head, for crowding among the Marlhals men.
I faw it , and told lohn of Gaunt, hee beat his owne
Name, for you might haue trufs'd him and all his Ap-
parrell into an Eele-skinne : the Cafe of a Treble Hoe-
boy was a Manfion for him : a Court : and now hath
hee Land,and Beeues. Well, I will be acquainted with
him, if I returne : and it ihall goe hard, but I will make
him a Philofophers two Stones to me. If the young
Dace be a Bayt for the old Pike , I fee no reafon,in the
Law of Nature, but I may fnap at him. Let time ihape,
and there an end. Exeunt.
ASlus Quartus. Seena Frima.
Enter the .Arch-biß)op, eyCtiwbrayjHañingtf
IVeBmerland, Celeuile.
"Biß). What is this Forreft call'd ?
Haß. 'Tis Gualtree Forreft, and't ihall pleafe your
Grace.
Bißi. Here ftand (my Lords) and fend difcouerers forth,
To know the numbers of our Enemies.
HaSl. Wee
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HaH. Wee haue fent forth aireadle.
^ifh. *Tis well done.
My Friends,and Brethren (In thefe great Affaires)
I muft acquaint you, that I haue receiuM
New-dated Letters from Northumberland:
Their cold intent,tenure,and fubftance thus.
Here doth hee wiih his Perfon,with fuch Powers
As might hold fortance with his Qoalltie,
The which hee could not leuie : whereupon
Hee is retyr'd,to ripe his growing Fortunes,
To Scotland ; and concludes in heartle prayers,
That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard,
And fearefull meeting of their Oppofite.
Moto. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground,
And daih themfelues to pieces.
Enter a Mejfenger.
Haß, Now ^ what newes ?
Weft of this Forreft,fcarcely oft' a mile,
In goodly forme, comes on the Enemie :
And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number
Vpon,or neere, the rate of thirtie thoufand.
MciP. The iuft proportion that we gaue them out.
Let vs rway-on,and face them in the held.
Enter Weßmerland.
®^.What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here ?
Motp. 1 thinke it is my Lord of Weftmerland.
Weß. Health,and faire greeting from our Generali,
The Prince, Lord /o¿«,and Duke of Lancafter.
^ijh. Say on ( my Lord of Weftmerland) in peace :
What doth concerne your comming }
WeSt, Then (my Lord)
Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addreffe
The fubftance of my Speech. If that Rebellion
Came like itrelfe,in bafe and abiedt Routs,
Led on by bloodie Youth,guarded with Rage,
And countenanced by Boyes,and Beggerie :
I fay,if damn'd Commotion fo appeare.
In his true, natiue, and moft proper ihape,
You (Reuerend Father,and thefe Noble Lords)
Had not beene here, to dreffe the ougly forme
Ofbare,and bloodie Infurredlion,
With your faire Honors. You,Lord Arch-biihop,
Whofe Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintained,
Whofe Beard, the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touched,
Whofe Learning, and good Letters, Peace hath tutored,
Whofe white Inueftments figure Innocence,
The Doue,and very bleffed Spirit of Peace.
Wherefore doe you fo ill tranilate your felfe,
Out of the Speech of Peace, that beares fuch grace,
Into the harfti and boyftrous Tongue of Warre ?
Turning your Bookes to Graues, your Inke to Blood,
Your Pennes to Launces,and your Tongue diuine
To a lowd Trumpet,and a Point of Warre.
^¡Jh. Wherefore doe 1 this? fo the Queftion ftands.
Brieieiy to this end : Wee are all difeas'd,
And with our furfetting,and wanton howres.
Haue brought our felues into a burning Feuer,
And wee muft bleede for it : of which Difeafe,
Our late King ( being infefted) dy'd.
But (my moft Noble Lord of Weftmerland)
1 take not on me here as a Phyfician,
Nor doe I, as an Enemie to Peace,
Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men :
But rather ftiew a while like fearefull Warre,
To dyec ranke Mindes,ficke of happineffe,
And purge th*obftrufhons, which begin to ftop
Our very Veines of Life : heart me more plainely.
I haue in equal! ballante iuftly weighM,
What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we fuffer,
And finde our Griefes heauicr then our Offences.
Wee fee which way the ftreame of Time doth runne.
And are enforc'd from our moft quiet there.
By the rough Torrent of Occafion,
And haue the fummarie of all our Griefes
(When time /hall fcrue) to ihew in Articles;
Which long ere this, wee ofterM to the King,
And might,by no Suit, gayne our Audience :
When wee are wrongM,and would vnfold our Griefes,
Wee are deny*d acceffe vnto his Perfon,
Euen by thofe men, that moft haue done vs wrong.
The dangers of the dayes but newly gone,
Whofe memorie is written on the Earth
With yet appearing blood ; and the examples
Of euery Minutes infiance (prefent now)
Hath put vs in thefe ill-beleeming Armes :
Not to breake Peace, or any Branch of it,
But to eftabliih here a Peace indeede,
Concurring both in Name and QuaJitie.
}Veß, When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd ?
Wherein haue you beene galled by the Kingf
What Pecre hath beene fuborn'd,to grate on you,
That you ihould feale this lawleffe bloody Booke
Of forgM Rebellion, with a Scale diuine?
My Brother generali, the Common-wealth,
I make my Quarrell,in particular.
Weß. There is no neede of any fuch redreffeï
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
Moro. Why not to him in part, and to vs all.
That feele the bruizes of the dayes before.
And fuffer the Condition of thefe Times
To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vponour Honors?
JVeß, O my good Lord c^owbrayy
Conftruc the Times to their Neceffities,
And you lhall fay (indeede) it is the Time,
And not the King, that doth you iniuries.
Yet for your part, it not appeares to me.
Either from the King,or in the prefent Time,
That you ftiould haue an ynch of any ground
To build a Griefe on : were you not reftor*d
To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories,
Your Noble,and right well-remembred Fathers?
Ai&w. What thing,in Honor, had my Father loft.
That need to be reuiu'd,arjd breath'd in me?
The King that lou*d him, as the State ftood then,
Was forc'd, perforce compelPd to baniih him :
And then, that Henry Bullinghrooky and hee
Being mounted,and both rowfed in their Seates,
Their neighing Courfers daring of the Spurre,
Their armed Staues in charge, their Beauers downe,
Their eyes of firejfparkling through fights of Steele,
And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together:
Then,then, when there was nothing could haue ftay*d
My Father from the Breaft of ;
O, when the King did throw his Warder downe,
(His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw)
Then threw hee downe himfelfe,and all their Liues,
That by Indlflment,and by dint of Sword,
Haue fince mif-carryed vnder Bullingbroohe,
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Weß,Yo\i fpeaIc(Lord Mvnhray) now you know not what.
The Earle of Hereford was reputed then
In England the moft valiant Gentleman.
Who knowes,on whom Fortune would then haue fmilM?
But if your Father had beene Vi£lor there,
Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry.
For all the Countrey,in a generali voyce,
Cry'd hate vpon him : and all their prayers, and loue,
Were fet on Herford^ whom they doted on,
And blefsM,and graced,and did more then the King.
But this is meere digreíTion from my purpofe.
Here come I from our Princely Generali,
To know your Griefesjto tell you, from his Grace,
That hee will giue you Audience : and wherein
It ihall appeare,that your demands are iuil,
You ihall enioy them,euery thing fet off.
That might fo much as thinke you Enemies.
Movp, But hee hath forc'd vs to compelí this Offer,
And it proceedes from Pollicy,not Loue.
(d^orvbray,yOM ouer-weene to take it fo:
This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare.
For loe, within a Ken our Army lyes,
Vpon mine Honor, all too confident
To giue admittance to a thought of feare.
Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours,
Our Men more perfeft in the vfe of Armes,
Our Armor all as ftrong,our Caufe the beftj
Then Reafon will, our hearts ihould be as good.
Say you not then, our Offer is compelled.
üibw.Well, by my will,wee ihall admit no Parley,
That argues but the ihame of your offence:
A rotten Cafe abides no handling.
Haß. Hath the Prince lohn a full Commiffion,
In very ample vertue of his Father,
To hear*e,and abfolutely to determine
Of what Conditions wee ihall ftand vpon ?
JVeß. That is intended in the Generals Name ;
I mule you make fo ilight a Queftion.
^^.Then take(my Lord of Weftmerland)this Schedule,
For this centaines our general! Grieuances;
Each feuerall Article herein redrefs'd,
All members of our Caufe, both here,and hence,
That are infinewed to this Ailion,
Acquitted by a true fubftantiall forme.
And prefent execution of our wills,
To vs,and to our purpofes confined,
Wee come within our awfuil Banks againe,
And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace.
TVeß.TKxs will I ihew the Generali. Pleafe you Lords,
In fight of both our Battailes, wee may meete
At either end in peace : which Heauen fo frame,
Or to the place of difference call the Swords,
Which mull decide it.
^ifh. My Lord, wee will doe fo,
Afow. There is a thing within my Bofome tells me,
That no Conditions of our Peace can Hand.
HaB. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace
Vpon fuch large termes,and fo abfolute,
As our Conditions ihall confill vpon,
Our Peace lhall Hand as firme as Rockie Mountaines.
ç^ort>. I, but our valuation ihall be fuch,
That euery flight,and ftlfe-deriued Caufe,
Yea,euery idle, nice,and wanton Reafon,
Shall, to the King, talle of this A£lion ;
That were our Royall faiths. Martyrs in Loue,
Wee ihall be winnowed with fo rough a winde,
That euen our Corne ihall feeme as light as Chaffe,
And good from bad finde no partition.
Biß?. No,no (my Lord) note this: the King is wcarie
Of dalntie,and fuch picking Grieuances :
For hee hath found,to end one doubt by Death,
Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life.
And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane.
And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie,
That may repeat, and Hillorie his lolTe,
To new remembrance. For full well hee knowes,
Hee cannot fo precifely weede this Land,
As his mif-doubts prefent occafion :
His foes are fo en-rooted with his friends.
That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie,
Hee doth vnfallen fo,and ihake a friend.
So that this Land,like an offenfiue wife,
That hath enrag'd him on, to offer llrokes,
As he is ilriking, holds his Infant vp,
And hangs refoluM CorreÄion in the Arme,
That was vprear'd to execution.
Haß. BefideSjthe King hath walled all his Rods,
On late Offenders, that he now doth lacke
The very Inllruments of Challicement :
So that his power, like to a Fangleffe Lion
May offer,but not hold.
'Tis very true :
And therefore be affur'd (my good Lord Marflial)
If we do now make our attonement well,
Our Peace, will (like a broken Limbe vnited)
Grow llronger, for the breaking.
Biovf. Be it fo :
Heere is return'd my Lord of Wellmerland.
Enter JVeßmerland.
Wefl.Tht Prince is here at handtpleafeth your Lordfliip
To meet his Grace, iull dillance'tweene our Armies?
Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in heauen's name then
forward.
^iß>. Before, and greet his Grace(my Lord) we come.
Enter Prince John.
lobn.YoM are wel encountred here(my cofin Mowbray)
Good day to you,gentle Lord Archbilhop,
And fo to you Lord Haß'tngsyznà to all.
My Lord of Yorke, it better Ihew'd with you,
When that your Flocke (affembled by the Bell)
Encircled you, to heare with reuerence
Your expoficion on the holy Text,
Then now to fee you heere an Iron man
Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,
Turning the Word, to Swordj and Life to death ;
That man that fits within a Monarches heart.
And ripens in the Sunne-lhine of his fauor.
Would heeabufe the Countenance of the King,
Alack, what Mifchiefes might hee fet abroach,
In lhadow of fuch Greatneffe? With you, Lord Bilhop,
It is euen fo. Who hath not heard it fpoken^
How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen?
To vs,the Speaker in his Parliament;
To vs,th'imagine Voyce of Heauen it felfe :
The very Opener,and Intelligencer,
Betweene the Grace, the San£lities of Heauen,
And our dull workings. O,who fliall beleeue.
But you mif-vfe the reuerence of your Place,
Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,
As a falfc Fauorite doth his Princes Name,
In deedes dif-honorable.? You haue taken vp,
Vnder
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Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen,
The Subietfls of Heauens Subftitute, my Father,
And both againft the Peace of Heauen^and him,
Haue here vp-fwarmed them.
Btjh, Good my Lord of Lancafter,
I am not here againft your Fathers Peace :
But (as 1 told my Lord of Weftmerland)
The Time (mif-order'd) doth in common fence
Crowd vs,and cruih vs,to this monftrous Forme,
To hold our fafetie vp. I fent your Grace
The parcels, and particulars of our Griefe,
The which hath been with fcorne ihouM from the Court :
Whereon this Hydra-Sonnt of Warre is borne,
Whofe dangerous eyes may well be charmed afleepe,
With graunt of our moft iuft and right defiresj
And true Obedience,of this Madnefle cur'd,
Stoope tamely to the foot of Maieftie.
Mow» If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes,
To the laft man.
Haß. And though wee here fall downe.
Wee haue Supplyes, to fécond our Attempt :
If they mif-carry, theirs ihall fécond them.
And fojfuccelTe of Mifchiefe lhall be borne.
And Heire from Heire ihall hold this Quarrell vp.
Whiles England ihall haue generation.
lohn. You are too /hallow {^aßings)
Much too /hallow,
To found the bottome of the after-Times.
/^^.Pleafeth your Grace,to anfwere them directly,
How farre-forth you doe like their Articles«
lobn, I like them all,and doe allow them well :
And fweare here, by the honor of my blood,
My Fathers purpofes haue beene miiiooke.
And fome,about him,haue too laui/hly
Wreiled his meaning, and Authoricie.
My Lordjthefe Griefes /hall be with fpeed redreft;
Vpon my Life, they /hall. If this may pleafe you,
Difcharge your Powers vnto their feuerall Counties,
As wee will ours : and here,betweene the Armies,
Let*s drinke together friendly,and embrace,
That all their eyes may beare thofe Tokens home.
Of our reilored Loue,and Amitie.
Biß>, I take your Princely word, for thefe redreflcs«
Lbn. I giue it you,and will maintaine my word:
And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace.
Haß. Goe Captaine,and deUuer to the Armie
This ncwes of Peace : let them haue pay, and part :
I know,it will well pleafe them.
High thee Captaine. Exit,
Biß}. To you,my Noble Lord of Weftmerland«
IVeñ. I pledge your Grace :
And if you knew what paines I haue beftowM,
To breede this prefent Peace,
You would drinke freely : but my loue to ye,
Shall /hew it felfe more openly hereafter.
Bip}. I doe not doubt you.
Weß. I am glad of it.
Healtb to my Lord,and gentle Coulin <f\ÍQ'»bray,
Mm. You wiih me health in Very happy fealon,
For I am,on the fodaine, fomething ill.
Bißt. Againft ill Chances,men are euer merry,
But heauine/Te fore-runnes the good euent.
Therefore be merry (Cooae) fince fodaine forrow
Serues to fay thus : fome good thing comes to morrow.
Biß. Beleeue me, I am pa/Ting light in fpirit.
Mm. So much the worfe,if your owne Rule be true.
lobn. The word of Peace is rendered : hearke how
they ihowt«
Mow. This had been chearefull, after Viilorie.
Biß. A Peace is of the nature of a Conqueft :
For then both parties nobly are fubdu*d,
And neither partie loofer.
lobn. Goe (my Lord)
And let our Army be difcharged too :
And good my Lord (fo pleafe you) let our Traînes
March by vs,that wee may perufe the men Exit.
Wee ihould haue coapM withall.
Biß. Goe, good Lord Haßings :
And ere they be difmifs*d, let them march by. Exit,
John. 1 truft(Lords) wee /hall lye to night together«
Enter Jf^eßmerland,
Now Coufin, wherefore ftands our Army ftill?
^ii?.The Leaders hauing charge from you to ftand,
Will not goe o/f, vntill they heare you fpeake.
John. They know their duties. Enter Haßings.
Haß. Our Army is difpers*d :
Like youthfull Steeres,vnyoak'd, they tooke their courfe
£aft,Weft, North,South:or like a Schoole, broke vp,
Each hurryes towards his home,and fporting place«
IVeß. Good tidings(my Lord Haßings)ioT the which,
I doe arreft thee(Traytor) of high Treafon:
And you Lord Arch-bi/hop, and you Lord Mowbray^
Of Capitall Treafon,! attach you both.
Mow. Is this proceeding iuft,and honorable?
JVeß. Is your A/Tembly fo ?
Biß. Will you thus breake your faith?
lobn. I pawnM thee none :
I promisM you redre/Te of thefe fame Grieuances
Whereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor,
I will performe, with a moft Chriftian care.
But for you (Rebels^ looke to tafte the due
Meet for Rebellion, and fuch A¿ts as yours«
Moft /hallowly did you thefe Armes commence,
Fondly brought here,and fooli/hly fent hence.
Strike vp our Drummes,purfue the fcatter'd ftray,
Heauen,and not wee, haue fafely fought to day.
Some guard thefe Traitors to the Block of Death,
Treafons true Bed.and yeelder vp of breath. Exeunt.
Enter Falßaffe and Colleuile.
Faiß. What's your Name, Sir? of what Condition are
you? and of what place,! pray?
Co!. I am a Knight. Sir:
And my Name is Colleuile of the Dale.
FalB. Well then, Colleuile is your Name, a Knight is
your Degree, and your Place, the Dale. Colleuile /hall
ftill be your Name,a Traytor your Degree,and the Dun¬
geon your Place, a place deepe enough : ib /hall you be
ftill Colleuile of the Dale.
Col. Are not you Sir John Falßaffe ?
Falß. As good a man as he fir, who ere I am : doe yee
yeelde fir,or /hall I fweate for you? if I doe fweate, they
are the drops of thy Louers, and they weep for thy death,
therefore rowze vp Feare and Trembling, and do obfer-
uance to my mercy.
Col. I thinke you are Sir John FalßaffeySeXn that thought
yeeld me.
Fal. I haue a whole Schoole of tongues in this belly of
mine, and nota Tongue of them all, fpeakes anle other
word but my name : and I had but a belly of any indifte-
rencie, I were fimply the moft ailiue fellow in Europe :
my wombe, my wombe, my wombe vndoes mee. Heere
comes our Generali.
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92 The fécond Tart of Kjng Henry the Fourth.
Enter Prince lohn^andJVeßmerland^
lohn. The heat is paft, follow no farther now :
Call in the Powers,good Coufin fVeñmerland,
Now FalsîaffeyVfhtxt haue you beene all this while ?
When euery thing is ended, then you come.
Thefe tardie Tricks of yours will (on my life)
One time,or other,breake fome Gallowes back.
Falß. I would bee forty (my Lord) but it ihould bee
thus : 1 neuer knew yet, but rebuke and checke was the
reward of Valour. Doe you thinke me a Swallow, an Ar¬
row, or a Bullet ? Haue J, in my poore and olde Motion,
the expedition of Thought? I haue fpeeded hither with
the very extremeft ynch of poflibilitie, 1 haue fowndred
nine fcorc and odde Poftes : and heere ( trauell-tainted
as I am) haue, in my pure and immaculate Valour, taken
Sir lohn CoUeude of the Dale, a moft furious Knight,and
valorous Enemie : But what of that ? hee faw mee, and
yeeided : that I may iuftly fay with the hooke-nos'd
fellow of Rome, I came,faw,and ouer-came.
lohn. It was more of his Courtefie, then your defer-
uing.
Falß, I know not : heere hee is, and heere I yeeld
him : and 1 befeech your Grace, let it be book'd, with
the reft of this dayes deedes 5 or I fweare, I will haue it
in a particular Ballad, with mine owne Piélure on the top
of it ( Colleuile kifting my foot : ) To the which courfe, if
I be enforced, if you do not all /hew like gilt two-pences
to me J and I,in the cleare Skie of Fame, o're-lhine you
as much as the Full Moone doth the Cynders of the Ele¬
ment (which ihew like Pinnes-heads to her) beleeue not
the Word of the Noble ; therefore let mee haue right,
and let defert mount.
lohn. Thine's too heauie to mount.
Falß. Let it ihine then.
lohn. Thine's too thick to ihine.
Falß. Let it doe fomething(my good Lord) that may
doe me good, and call it what you will.
lohn. Is thy Name Colleuile ?
Col. It is (my Lord.)
lohn. A famous Rebell art thou, Colleuile,
Falß. And a famous true Subie<ft tooke him.
Col. I am (my Lord) but as my Betters are,
That led me hither : had they beene ruPd by me.
You ihould haue wonne them dearer then you haue,
Falß. I know not how they fold tbemfelues, but thou
like a kinde fellow,gau'ft thy felfe away j and I thanke
thee, for thee.
Enter Weñmerland,
lohn. Haue you left purfuit ?
H^eß. Retreat is made,and Execution ftayM,
lohn. Send Qolleiale, With, his Confederates,
To Yorkejto prefent Execution.
^/«»r,ieade him hence,andfee you guard him fure.
Exit vpith Colleuile.
And now difpatch we toward the Court (my Lords^
I heare the King, my Father, is fore ßcke. '
Our Newes /hall goe before vs,to his Maieftie,
Which (Coufin) you /hall beare,to comfort him :
And wee with fober fpeede will follow you.
Falß. My Lord, I befeech you, glue me leaue to goe
through Gloucefter/hire: and when you come to Court,
ftand my good Lord,'pray,in your good report.
lohn. Fare you vitWyFalñaffe : I,in my condition,
Shall better fpeake of you, then you deferue. Exit,
Falß. I would you had but the wit : *twere better
then your Dukedome* Good faith, this fame young fo.
ber-blooded Boy doth not loue me, nor a man cannot
make him laugh : but that's no maruaile, hee drinkes no
Wine. There's neuer any of thefe demure Boyes come
to any proofe : for thinne Drinke doth fo ouer-coole
their blood, and making many Fi/h-Meales, that they
fall into a kinde of Male Greene-ftckneíTe : and then,
when they marry, they get Wenches. They are generally
Fooles,and Cowards j which fome of vs ihould be too,
but for inflamation. A good Sherris-Sack hath a two¬
fold operation in it : it afcends me into the Braine, dryes
me there all the fooliih, and dull, and cruddie Vapours,
which enuiron it : makes it apprehenfiue, quicke, forge-
tiue, full of nimble, fterie, and delectable fhapes ; which
deliuer'd o're to the Voyce, the Tongue, which is the
Birth, becomes excellent Wit. The fécond propertie of
your excellent Shcrris, is, the warming of the Blood :
which before (cold,and fetled) left the Liuer white,and
pale ; which Is the Badge of Pußllanimitie, and Cowar-
dize : but the Sherris warmes it, and makes it courfe
from the inwards, to the parts extremes : it illuminateth
the Face, which (as a Beacon) giues warning to all the
reft of this little Kingdome (Man) to Arme : and then
the Vitall Commoners, and in-land pettie Spirits, mufter
me all to their Captaine, the Heart; who great,and puftt
vp with his Retinue, doth any Deed of Courage: and this
Valour comes of Sherris. So, that skill in the Weapon
is nothing,without Sack (forthat fets it a-worke;) and
Learning, a meere Hoord of Gold, kept by a Deuill, till
Sack commences it, and fets it in aCI, and vfe. Hereof
comes it, that Prince Harry is valiant: for the cold blood
hee did naturally inherite of his Father, hee hath, like
leane, ftirrill, and bare Land, manured, husbanded, and
tyll'd, with excellent endeauour of drinking good, and
good ftore of fertile Sherris,that hee is become very hot,
and valiant. If I had a thoufand Sonnes, the ñrft Principle
I would teach them, /hould be to forfweare thinne Pota¬
tions, and to addiil themfelues to Sack. Enter Bardolyh.
How now ^ardolpb ?
'Bard. The Armie is difcharged all, and gone.
Falß. Let them goe : He through Gloucefter/hire,
and there will I viílt Mafter Robert SbaJloxpy Efquire : I
haue him alreadie tempering betweene my finger and my
thombe,and /hortly will I feale with him. Come away.
Exeunt,
Seena Secunda.
Enter King, Waraid^e, Clarence, Glouceßer,
King.'üovi Lords,if Heauen doth giue fucceffefiill end
To this Debate,that bleedeth at our doores,
Wee will our Youth lead on to higher Fields,
And draw no Swords, but what are fanäify'd.
Our Nauie is addrelTedjOur Power colledled.
Our Subftitutes,in abfence,well inuefted.
And euery thing lyes leuell to our wilh ;
Onely wee want a little perfonall Strength :
And pawfe vs, till thefe Rebels, now a-foot.
Come vnderneath the yoake of Gouernment.
Pfar. Both which we doubt not, but your Maieftie
Shall foone enioy.
King. Hum-
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King. Humphrey (my Sonne of Gloucefter) where is
the Prince,your Brother?
Glo. I thinke hee's gone to hunt (my Lord)at Wind-
for.
King. And how accompanied ?
Glo. 1 doe not know (my Lord.)
King. Is not his Brother, Thomas of Clarence, with
him ?
Glo. No (my good Lord) hee is in prefence heere.
Ciar, what would my Lord,and Father?
King. Nothing but well to thee, Thomas of Clarence.
How chance thou art not with the Prince,thy Brother?
Hee loues thee,and thou do'ft negledl h¡m(T¿oí»<».)
Thou haft a better place in his Affeilion,
Then all thy Brothers : cherilh it (my Boy)
And Noble Offices thou may'ft effeib
Of Mediation (after 1 am dead)
Betweene his Greatnefre,and thy other Brethren.
Therefore omit him not : blunt not his Loue,
Nor loofe the good aduantage of his Grace,
By feeming cold, or carelefte of his will.
For hee is gracious, if hee be obferu'd :
Hee hath a Teare for Pitie,and a Hand
Open (as Day) for melting Charitie :
Yet notwithftanding,being incens'd,hee's Flint,
As humorous as Winter, and as fudden.
As Flawes congealed in the Spring of day.
His temper therefore muft be well obferu'd :
Chide him for faults,and doe it reuerently.
When you perceiue his blood enclin'd to mirth:
But being moodie,giue him Line,and fcope.
Till that his paffions (like a Whale on ground)
Confound themfelues with working. Learne this Thomas,
And thou (halt proue a (heiter to thy friends,
A Hoope of Gold, to binde thy Brothers in:
That the vnited VelTell of their Blood
(Mingled with Venóme ofSuggeftion,
As force, perforce, the Age willpowre it in)
Shall neuer leake, though it doe worke as ftrong
M Aconitum,or ra(h Gun-powder.
Qlar. I (hall obferue him with all care,and loue.
King. Why art thou not at Windfor with him (Tho¬
mas?)
Ciar. Hee is not there to day : hee dines in Lon¬
don.
King. And how accompanyed ? Canft thou tell
that?
Ciar. With Peintre, and other his continuall fol¬
io wers.
King. Moft fubieib is the fatteft Soyle to Weedes :
And hee (the Noble Image of my Youth)
Is ouer-fpread with them : therefore my griefe
Stretches it felfe beyond the howre of death.
The blood weepes from my heart, when I doe lhape
(In formes imaginarle) th'vnguided Dayes,
And rotten Times, that you (hall looke vpon.
When I am Beeping with my Anceftors.
For when his head-ftrong Riot hath no Curbe,
When Rage and hot-Blood are his Counfailors,
When Meanes and lauKh Manners meete together;
Oh, with what Wings (hall his Aífeílions flye
Towards fronting Perill,and oppos'd Decay ?
fVar. My gracious Lord,you looke beyond him quite :
The Prince but ftudies his Companions,
Like a ftrange Tongue : wherein, to gaine the Language,
'Tis needfull,that the moft immodell word
Be look'd vpon, and learn'd ; which once attayn'd.
Your Kighnefle knowes,comes to no farther vfe.
But to be knowne,and hated. So,like grolTe termes,
The Prince will, in the perfedlneiTe of time,
Caft off his followers : and their memotie
Shall as a Patterne,or a Meafure,liue,
By which his Grace muft mete the liues of others.
Turning paft-euills to aduantages.
King.'"t\s feldome,when the Bee doth leaue her Combe
In the dead Carrion.
Enter Weßmerlani.
Who's heere ? Weßmerland ?
Wefl. Health to my Soueraigne,and new happineffe
Added to that,.that 1 am to deliuer.
Prince Iohn,yo\iT Sonne,doth kiffe your Graces Hand :
cJIfon'iray, the WiDoop,Scroope,Haßings,oni all.
Are brought to the Correilion of your Law.
There is not now a Rebels Sword vnffieath'd.
But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where :
The manner how this Ailion hath beene borne.
Here (at more leyfure) may your Highnefle reade.
With euery courfe,in his particular.
King. C) fVeßmerland,r\iOn art a Summer Bird,
Which euer in the haunch of Winter (ings
The lifting vp of day.
Enter Harcourt.
Looke, heere's more newes.
Hare. From Enemies, Heauen keepe your Maieftie :
And when they ftand againft you, may they fall.
As thofe that I am come to tell you of.
The Earle Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolfe,
With a great Power of Englilh, and of Scots,
Are by the Sherife of Yorkelhire ouerthrowne :
The manner, and true order of the fight.
This Packet ( pleafe it you ) containes at large.
King. And wherefore (hould thefe good newes
Make me ficke ?
Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full.
But write her faire words ftill in fouleft Letters ?
Shee eyther giucs a Stomack, and no Foode,
(Such are the poore,in health) or elfe a Feaft,
And takes away the Stomack (fuch are the Rich,
That haue aboundance,and enioy it not.)
I (hould reioyce now,at this happy newes.
And now my Sight fayles,and my Braine is giddie.
O me, come neere me, now I am much ill.
Glo. Comfort your Maieftie.
Cla. Oh, my Royall Father.
Weß. My Soueraigne Lord,cheare vp your felfe,looke
vp-
War. Be patient (Princes) you doe know, thefe Fits
Are with his Highneffe very ordinarie.
Stand from him, giue.him ayre :
Hee'le ftraight be well.
Ciar. No,no,hee cannot long hold out: thefe pangs,
Th'incellant care, and labour of his Minde,
Hath wrought the Mure,that (hould confine it In,
So thinne,that Life lookes through,and will breake out.
Glo. The people feare me : for they doe obferue
Vnfather'd Heires, and loathly Births of Nature:
The Seafons change their manners,as the Yeere
Had found fome Moneths afleepe,and leap'd them ouer.
Ciar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd, no ebbe betweene:
And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles)
Say it did fo,a little time before
That our great Gmrti-Çtre Edward fick'd,and dy'de.
g g 4 War. Speake
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War, Spealce lower ( Princes ) for the King reco-
uers.
Glo. This Apoplexie will (certaine) be his end.
K-ing. I pray you take me vp,and beare me hence
Into fome other Chamber : foftly 'pray.
Let there be no noyfe made (my gentle friends)
Vnlefle fome dull and feuourable hand
Will whifper Muficke to my wearie Spirit.
War. Call for the Muficke in the other Roome.
King. Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here.
Ciar. His eye is hollow, and hee changes much.
War. Leffe noyfe, leiTe noyfe.
Winter Trince Henry.
P.Hen. Who faw the Duke of Clarence?
Ciar. I am here (Brother) full of heauineffe.
P.Hen. How now ? Raine within doores, and none
abroad ? How doth the King ?
Glo. Exceeding ill.
P.Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet?
Tell it him.
Glo. Hee alter'd much, vpon the hearing it.
P.Hen. If hee be ficke with loy,
Hee'le recouer without Phyficke.
War. Not fo much noyfe (my Lords)
Sweet Prince fpeake lowe.
The King,your Father,is difpos'd to fleepe.
Ciar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome.
War. Wil't pleafe your Grace to goe along with vs ?
P.Hen. No: 1 will fit,and watch here,by the King.
Why doth the Crowne lye there, vpon his Pillow,
Being fo troublefome a Bed-fellow ?
O polliíh'd Perturbation! Golden Care!
That keep'ft the Ports of Slumber open wide.
To many a watchfull Night ; fleepe with it now,
Vet not fo found, and hälfe fo deepely fweete.
As hee whofe Brow ( with homely Biggen bound)
Snores out the Watch of Night. O Maieftie I
When thou do'ft pinch thy Bearer, thou do'ft fit
Like a rich Armor, worne in heat of day.
That fcald'ft with fafetie : by his Gates of breath.
There lyes a dowlney feather, which ftirres not :
Did hee fufpire,that light and weightlefle dowlne
Perforce muft moue. My gracious Lord,my Father,
This fleepe is found indeede : this is a fleepe.
That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd
So many Englifli Kings. Thy due, from me.
Is Teares,and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood,
Which Nature,Loue,and filiall tendernefle.
Shall (O deare Father) pay thee plenteoufly.
My due,from thee,is this Imperiall Crowne,
Which(as immediate from thy Place and Blood)
Deriues it felfe to me. Loe, heere it fits.
Which Heauen lhall guard :
And put the worids whole ftrength into one gyant Arme,
It fliall not force this Lineall Honor from me.
This,from thee,will I to mine leaue.
As 'tis left to me. Exit.
Enter Warwic^e, Glouceßer, Clarence.
King. Warmclie, Glouceßer, Clarence.
Ciar. Doth the King call? »
War. What would your Maieftie ? hpw fpres your
Grace ?
King. Why did you leaue me here alone(my Lords?)
Cla.We left the Prince(my Brother)here(my Liege)
Who vndertooke to fit and watch by you.
King. The Prince of Wales? where is hee? let mee
fee him.
War. This doore is open,hee is gone this way.
Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee
ftayd.
King. Where is the Crowne ? who tooke it from my
Pillow ?
War. When wee with-drew (my Liege) wee left it
heere.
King. The Prince hath ta'ne it hence :
Goe feeke him out.
Is hee fo haftie,that hee doth fuppofe
My fleepe,my death ? Finde him(my Lord of Warwick)
Chide him hither : this part of his conioynes
With my difeafe,and helpes to end me.
See Sonnes, what things you are :
How quickly Nature falls into reuolt.
When Gold becomes her Obieft f
For this, the foolilh ouer-carefull Fathers
Haue broke their fleepes with thoughts.
Their braines with care,their bones with induftry.
For this, they haue ingroífcd and pyl'd vp
The canker'd heapes of ftrange-atchieued Gold:
For this, they haue beene thoughtfull,to inueft
Their Sonnes with Arts,and Martiall Exercifes :
When,like the Bee,culling from euery flower
The vertuous Sweetes,our Thighes packt with Wax,
Our Mouthes with Honey, wee bring it to the Hiue ;
And like the Bees, are murthered for our paines.
This bitter tafte yeelds his engroffements,
To the ending Father.
Enter Warvidte.
Now, where is hee, that will notltay fo long.
Till his Friend Sicknefle hath determin'd me f
War.My Lord,I found the Prince in the next Roome,
Wafliing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes,
With fuch a deepe demeanure,in great forrow,
That Tyranny, which neuer quaflt but blood,
Wouldfby beholding him)haue wafli'd his Knife
With gentle eye-drops. Hee is comming hither.
.if/nj.But wherefore did hee take away the Crowne?
Enter Prince Henry.
Loe, where hee comes. Come hither to me{Harry.)
Depart the Chamber, leaue vs heere alone. Exit.
P.Hen. I neuer thought to heare you fpeake againe.
King.Thy wifh was Father(f/ari^)to that thought:
I ftay too long by thee, I wearie thee.
Do'ft thou fo hunger for my emptie Chayre,
That thou wilt needes inueft thee with mine Honors,
Before thy howre be ripe ? O foolilh Youth I
Thou feeic'ft the GreatneflTe, that will ouer-whelme thee.
Stay but a little : for my Cloud of Dignitie
Is held from falling, with fo weake a winde,
That it will quickly drop : my Day is dimme.
Thou haft ftolne that, which after fome few howres
Were thine,without offence : and at my death
Thou haft feal'd vp my expeftation.
Thy Life did manifeft,thou lou'dft me not.
And thou wilt haue me dye alTur'd of it.
Thou hid'ft a thoufand Daggers in thy thoughts.
Which thou haft whetted on thy ftonie heart.
To ftab at hälfe an howre of my Life.
What? canft thou not forbeare me hälfe an howre?
Then
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Then get thee gone, and digge my graue thy felfe,
And bid the merry Bels ring to thy eare
That thou art Crowned, not that 1 am dead.
let all the Teares, that Ihould bedew my Hearfe
Be drops of Balme, to fanflifie thy head :
Onely compound me with forgotten dull.
Giue that, which gaue thee life, vnto the Wörmes :
Plucke downe my Officers, breake my Decrees ;
For now a time is come, to mocke at Forme.
Henry the fift is Crown'd : Vp Vanity,
Downe Royall State : All you fage Councilors, hence :
And to the Englilh Court,afTemble now
From eu'ry Region, Apes ofldlenelTe.
Now neighbor-Confines, purge you of your Scum :
Haue you a Ruffian that fwill fweare? drinke? dance?
Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit
The oldeft finnes, the neweft kinde of wayes ?
Be happy, he will trouble you no more :
England, lhall double giil'd, his trebble guilt.
England,fhall giue him Office, Honor, Might:
For the Fift Harry, from curb'd Licenfe pluckes
The muzzle of Reftraint ; and the wilde Dogge
Shall flelh his tooth in euery Innocent.
0 my poore Kingdome (ficke, with ciuill blowes)
When that my Care could not with-hold thy Ryots,
What wilt thou do, when Ryot is thy Care
O, thou wilt be a Wildernefle againe.
Peopled with Wolues (thy old Inhabitants.
Prince. O pardon me (my Liege)
But for my Teares,
The mod Impediments vnto my Speech,
1 had fore-ftall'd this deere, and deepe Rebuke,
Ere you (with greefe) had (poke, and I had heard
The courfe of it lb farre. There is your Crowne,
And he that weares the Crowne immortally.
Long guard it yours. If I affeil it more,
Then as your Honour, and as your Renowne,
Let me no more from this Obedience rife.
Which my moft tme, and inward duteous Spirit
Teacheth this proftrate, and exteriour bending.
Heauen witnelfe with me, when I heere came in.
And found no courfe of breath within your Maieftie,
How cold it ftrooke my heart. If I do faine,
0 let me,in my prefent wildenefle, dye.
And neuer liue, to Ihew th'incredulous World,
The Noble change that I haue purpofed.
Comming to looke on you, thinking you dead,
(And dead almoft(my Liege)to thinke you were)
1 fpake vnto the Crowne (as hauing fenfe)
And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending.
Hath fed vpon the body of my Father,
Therefore, thou beft of Gold, art word of Gold.
Other, lefie fine in CharradI, is more precious,
Preferuing life,in Med'cine potable :
But thou, moft Fine, moft Honour'd, moft Renown'd,
Haft eate the Bearer vp.
Thus (my Royall Liege)
Accufing it, I put it on my Head,
To try with it (as with an Enemie,
That had before my face murdred my Father)
The Quarrell of a true Inheritor.
But if it did infedl my blood with loy.
Or fwell my Thoughts, to any ftraine of Pride,
If any Rebell, or vaine fpirit of mine.
Did, with the leaft Affeñion of a Welcome,
Giue entertainment to the might of it.
Let heauen, for euer, keepe it from my head,
And make me, as the pooreft Vaflaile is.
That doth with awe, and terror kneele to it.
King. O my Sonne !
Heauen put it in thy minde to take it hence,
That thou might'ft ioyne the more, thy Fathers loue.
Pleading fo wifely, in excufe of it.
Come hither Harrte, fit thou by my bedde.
And heare (I thinke, the very lateft Counfell
That euer I lhall breath : Heauen knowes, my Sonne)
By what by-pathes, and indiredl crook'd-wayes
I met this Crowne : and I my felfe know well
How troublefome it fate vpon my head.
To thee, it lhall defcend with better Q¡¿iet,
Better Opinion, better Confirmation :
For all the foyle of the Atchieuement goes
With me, into the Earth. It feem'd in mee.
But as an Honour fnatch'd with boyft'rous hand,
And I had many liuing, to vpbraide
My gaine of it, by their Affiftances,
Which dayly grew to Quarrell, and to Blood-lhed,
Wounding fuppofed Peace.
All thefe bold Feares,
Thou feeft (with peril!) I haue anfwered :
For all my Reigne, hath beene but as a Scene
Ailing that argument. And now my death
Changes the Moode : For what in me,was purchas'd,
Falles vpon thee, in a more Fayrer fort.
So thou, the Garland wear'ft fucceffiuely.
Yet, though thou ftand'ft more fure,then I could do.
Thou art not firme enough, lince greefes are greene :
And all thy Friends, which thou muft make thy Friends
Haue but their ftings,and teeth,newly tak'n out.
By whofe fell working, I was firft aduanc'd,
And by whofe power, I well might lodge a Feare
To be againe difplac'd. Which to auoyd,
I cut them offi : and had a purpofe now
To leade out many to the Holy Land ;
Leaft reft, and lying ftill, might make them looke
Too neere vnto my State.
Therefore (my Harrie)
Be it thy courfe to bufie giddy Mindes
With Forraigne Quarrels : that Aflion hence borne out.
May wafte the memory of the former dayes.
More would I, but my Lungs are wafted fo,
That ftrength of Speech is vtterly deni'de mee.
How I came by the Crowne, O heauen forgiue :
And grant it may,with thee, in true peace liue.
Prince. My gracious Liege :
You wonne it, wore it : kept it,gaue it me.
Then plaine and right muft my pofleffion be ;
Which I,with more, then with a Common paine,
'Gainft all the World, will rightfully maintaine.
Enter Lord lohn of Lancaßer,
and fVarrpicke.
King. Looke, looke,
Heere comes my lohn of Lancafter:
lohn. Health, Peace, and HappinelTe,
To my Royall Father.
King. Thou bring'ft me happinefie and Peace
(Sonne lohn ;
But health (alacke) with youthful! wings is flowne
From this bare, wither'd Trünke. Vpon thy fight
My worldly bufinelfe makes a period.
Where
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Where is my Lord of Warwicke f
frin. My Lord of Warwicke.
King. Doth any name particular,belong
Vnto the Lodging,where I firft did fwoon'd?
fKar. 'Tis call'd leruJaUm, my Noble Lord.
King. Laud be to heauen :
Euen there my life muft end.
It hath beene prophefi'de to me many yeares,
I ihould not dye, but in lerujalem :
Which (vainly) I fuppos'd the Holy-Land.
But beare me to that Chamber, there He lye :
In that Icruja/em, (hall Harry dye. Exeunt.
Dauy. I graunt your Worlhip, that he is a knaue Sir :)
But yet heauen forbid Sir,but a Knaue Ihould haue fume
Countenance, at his Friends requeft. An honeft man fir,
is able to fpeake for himfelfe, when a Knaue is not. I haue
feru'd your Worlhippe truely fir, thefe eight yeares: and
if I cannot once or twice in a Quarter beare out a knaue,
againft an honeft man, I haue but a very litle crédité with
your Worlhippe, The Knaue is mine honeft Friend Sir,
therefore I befeech your Worlhip, let him bee Counte-
nanc'd.
Shal. Go too,
I fay he lhall haue no wrong : Looke about Dauy.
Where are you Sir lohn ? Come, off with your Boots.
Giue me your hand M. 'Bardolfe.
Bard. I am glad to fee your Worlhip.
Shal. I thanke thee, with all my heart, kinde Mafter
'Bardolfe : and welcome my tall Fellow :
Come Sir lohn.
Falßaffe. Ile follow you, good Mafter Robert Shallm,
"Bardolfe, looke to our Hördes. If I were faw'de into
Quantities, I ihould make foure dozen of fuch bearded
Hermites flaues, as Mafter Shallow. It is a wonderfull
thing to fee the femblable Coherence of his mens fpirits,
and his ; They,by obferuing of him, do beare themfelues
like foolilh luftices : Hee, by conuerfing with them, is
turn'd into a luftice-like Seruingman. Their fpirits are
fo married in Coniunélion, with the participation of So¬
ciety, that they flocke together in confent, like fo ma¬
ny Wilde-Geefe. If I had a fuite to Mayfter Shallm, I
would humour his men, with the imputation of beeing
neere their Mayfter. If to his Men, I would currie with
Maifter Shallow, that no man could better command his
Seruants. It is certaine, that either wife bearing, or ig¬
norant Carriage is caught, as men take difeafes, one of
another : therefore, let men take heede of their Compa-
nie. I will deuife matter enough out of this Shallm, to
keepe Prince Harry in continuall Laughter, the wearing
out of fixe Falhions (which is foure Tearmes) or two Ac¬
tions, and he lhall laugh with Interuallums. O it is much
that a Lye (with a flight Oath) and a ieft (with a fadde
brow) will doe, with a Fellow, that neuer had the Ache
in his Ihoulders. O you lhall fee him laugh, till his Face
be like a wet Cloake, ill laid vp.
Shal. Sir lohn.
Faß, I come Mafter Shallow, I come Mafter Shallm,
Exeunt
A5lus Quintus. Sccena Trima.
Enter Shallm, Silence, Falßaffe, Bardolfe,
Page, and Dauie.
Shal. By Cocke and Pye,you (hall not away to night.
What Dauy, I lay.
Fal. You muft excufe me, M. Robert Shallom.
Shal. I will not excufe you : you lhall not be excufed.
Excufes lhall not be admitted : there is no excufe lhall
ferue : you lhall not be excus'd.
Why Dauie.
Dauie. Heere fir.
Shal. Dauy, Dauy, Dauy, let me fee (^Dauy) let me fee :
William Cooke, bid him come hither. Sir Iohn,yo\i lhal
not be excus'd.
Dauy. Marry fir, thus: thofe Precepts cannot bee
leru'd : and againe fir, lhall we fowe the head-land with
Wheate i
Shal. With red Wheate Dauy. But for William Cook;
are there no yong Pigeons ?
Dauy. Yes Sir.
Heere is now the Smithes note, for Shooing,
And Plough-Irons.
Shal. Let it be caft, and payde : Sir John, you lhall
not be excus'd.
Dauy. Sir, a new linke to the Bucket muft needes bee
had ! And Sir, doe you meane to ftoppe any of Williams
Wages, about the Sacke he loft the other day, at Hinc\ley
Fayre ?
Shal. He lhall anfwer it :
Some Pigeons Dauy, a couple of Ihort-legg'd Hennes : a
ioynt of Mutton,and any pretty little tine Kicklhawes,
tell William Cooke.
Dauy. Doth the man of Warre,ftay all night fir.'
Shal. Yes Dauy :
I will vfe him well. A Friend i'th Court, is better then a
penny in purfe. Vfe his men well "Dauy, for they are ar¬
rant Knaues, and will backe-bite.
'Dauy. No worfe then they are bitten, fir : For they
haue maruellous fowle linnen.
Shallow. Well conceited 'Dauy : about thy Bufinefte,
Dauy.
Dauy. I befeech you fir.
To countenance William Vifor of Woncot, againft Cle¬
ment Perthes of the hill.
Shal. There are many Complaints Dauy, againft that
"Uijor, that "Vijor is an arrant Knaue, on my know¬
ledge.
Seena Secunda.
Enter the Earle of Warwicbe, and the Lord
Chiefe lußice.
Warwicbe, How now, my Lord Chiefe luftice, whe¬
ther away .'
Ch.Iuß. How doth the King?
Vfarw. Exceeding well : his Cares
Are now, all ended.
Ch.Iuß, I hope,not dead.
Warw, Hee's walk'd the way of Nature,
And to our purpofes, he liues no more.
Ch.Iuß. I would his Maiefty had call'd me with him.
The feruice, that I truly did his life.
Hath left me open to all iniuries.
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fVdr. Indeed I thinke the yong King loues you not»
Ch.Iufl. I know he doth not^^and do arme my felfc
To welcome the condition of the Time,
Which cannot looke more hideoufly vpon me,
Then I haue drawne it in my fantaiie.
Enter lohn of LancaßeryGlouceBer^
and Clarence,
îVar, Heere come the heauy liTue of dead Harriet
O, that the liuing Harrte had the temper
Of him,the worft of thefe three Gentlemen:
How many Nobles then, ihould hold their places.
That muft ftrike faile, to Spirits of vilde fort?
Qb.Iuß, Alas, I feare,all will be ouer-turn'd.
lohn. Good morrow Cofin Warwick, good morrow.
Glou. Cla, Good morrow, Cofin.
lohn. We meet, like men, that had forgot to fpeake.
fVar. We do remember : but our Argument
Is all too heauy, to admit much talke.
Well: Peace be with him,that hath made vs heauy
CbJuß. Peace be with vs, leaft we be heauier.
Glou.Oy good my Lord,you haue loft a friend indeed:
And I dare fweare,you borrow not that face
Of fceming forrow, it is fure your owne.
lobn. Though no man be aíTurM what grace to ftnde,
You ftand in coldeft expectation.
I am the forrier,would 'twere otherwife.
C/tf.Wel,you muft now fpeake Sir lobn FalBaffe hnçy
Which fwimmes againft your ftreame of Quality.
Qb.Iuß, Sweet Princes: what I did, I did in Honor,
Led by th'Imperiall ConduCt of my Soule,
And neuer lhall you fee, that I will begge
A ragged, and fore-ftall'd Remilïion.
If Troth, and vpright Innocency fayle me,
lie to the King (my Mafter) that is dead,
And tell him, who hath fent me after him.
IVar, Heere comes the Prince,
Enter Prince Henrie.
Cb.Iuß,GooA moi row: and heauen faue your Maiefty
Prince. This new, and gorgeous Garment, Maiefty,
Sits not fo eaiie on me, as you thinke.
Brothers, you mixe your Sadnelfe with fome Feare:
This is the Engliíh, not the Turkiih Court:
Not j^muraby an Amurab fucceeds,
But Harryy Harry. Yet be fad (good Brothers)
For (to fpeake truth) it very well becomes you :
Sorrow, fo Royally in you appeares,
That I will deeply put the Faihion on,
And weare it in my heart. Why then be fad.
But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers)
Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all.
For me, by Heauen (I bid you be aíTurM)
Ile be your Father, and your Brother too :
Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares ;
But weepe that Horrie's dead, and fo will I.
But Harry liues, that ihall conuert thofe Teares
By number, into houres of HappineiTe.
lobfty&c. We hope no other from your Maiefty,
Prin. You all looke ftrangely on me : and you moft.
You are (I thinke) aflur'd, I loue you not.
Cb.Iuß. I am alTur'd (if I be meafur'd rightly)
Your Maiefty hath no iuft caufe to hate mee.
Pr.No? How might a Prince of my great hopes forget
So great Indignities you laid vpon me ?
What? Rate? Rebuke? and roughly fend to Prifon
Th'immediate Heire of England/* Was this eafie?
May this be walh'd in Lttbcy and forgotten i
Cb.Iuß. I then did vfe the Perfon of your Father ;
The Image of his power, lay then in me,
And in th'adminiftratlon of his Law,
Whiles 1 was bufie for the Commonwealth,
Your Highnefle plealed to forget my place,
The Maiefty, and power of Law, and luftice.
The Image of the King, whom I prefented,
And ftrooke me in my very Seate of Judgement;
Whereon (as an Offender to your Father)
I gaue bold way to my Authority,
And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,
To haue a Sonne, fet your Decrees at naught ?
To plucke downe luftice from your awefull Bench?
To trip the courfe of Law, and blunt the Sword
That guards the peace, and fafety of your Perfon ?
Nay more, to fpurne at your moft Royall Image,
And mocke your workings,in a Second body ?
Queftion your Royall Thoughts,make the cafe yours;
Be now the Father, and propofe a Sonne :
Heare your owne dignity fo much prophan'd,
See your moft dreadfull Lawes, fo loofely flighted;
Behold your felfe,fo by a Sonne difdained:
And then imagine me, taking you part.
And in your power, foft filencing your Sonne :
After this cold conflderance, fentence me ;
And, as you are a King, fpeake in your State,
What I haue done, that misbecame my place.
My perfon, or my Lieges Soueraigntie.
Prin, You are right Iuftice,and you weigh this well:
Therefore ftill beare the Ballance, and the Sword :
And I do wilh your Honors may encreafe.
Till you do liue, to fee a Sonne of mine
Offend you, and obey you, as 1 did.
So ihall 1 liue, to fpeake my Fathers words :
Happy am I, that haue a man fo bold,
That dares do luftice, on my proper Sonne 5
And no lefle happy, hauing fuch a Sonne,
That would deliuer vp his Greatneffe fo,
Into the hands of luftice. You did commit me:
For which, I do commit into your hand,
Th'vnftained Sword that you haue vs'd to beare :
With this Remembrance; That you vfe the fame
With the like bold, iuft, and impartiall fpirit
As you haue done 'gainft me. There is my hand,
You ihall be as a Father, to my Youth :
My voice fhall found, as you do prompt mine eare,
And I will ftoope, and humble my Intents,
To your well-pradtis'd, wife Direàions.
And Princes all, beleeue me, 1 befeech you :
My Father is gone wilde into his Graue,
(For in his Tombe,lye my Affedlions)
And with his Spirits, fadly I furuiue,
To mocke the expectation of the World;
To fruftrate Prophefies, and to race out
Rotten Opinion, who hath writ me downe
After my feeming. The Tide of Blood in me.
Hath prowdly flow'd in Vanity, till now.
Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the Sea,
Where it ihall mingle with the ftate of Floods,
And flow henceforth in formall Maiefty.
Now call we our High Court of Parliament,
And let vs choofe fuch Limbes of Noble Counfaile,
That
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That the great Body of our State may go
In equal] ranke, with the beft gouern'd Nation,
That Warre, or Peace, or both at once may be
As things acquainted and familiar to vs.
In which you (Father) Ihall haue formoft hand.
Our Coronation done, we will aceite
(As I before remembred) all our State,
And heauen (configning to my good intents)
No Prince, nor Peere, fliall haue iuft caufe to fay,
Heauen Ihorten Harries happy life, one day. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter Falßaffe, Shalhw, Silence, Bardclfe,
¥age,and Pißoll.
Sbal. Nay, you Ihall fee mine Orchard : where, in an
Arbor we will eate a laft yeares Pippin of my owne graf-
fing, with a dilh of Carrawayes,and fo forth (Come Co¬
hn Silence,ini then to bed,
Fal. You haue heere.a goodly dwelling, and a rich.
Shal. Barren, barren, barren : Beggers all, beggers all
Sir lobm Marry, good ayre. Spread Dauy, fpread Dauie :
Well faid Dauie.
Falfl. This Dauie femes you for good vfes; he is your
Seruingman,and your Husband.
Sbal. A good Varlet,a good Varlet,a very good Var-
let. Sir Iobn\ I haue drunke too much Sacke at Supper. A
good Varlet. Now fit downe, now fit downe : Come
Cofin.
Sil. Ah firra(quoth-a) we Ihall doe nothing but eate,
and make good cheere, and praife heauen for the merrie
yeere; when fielh is cheape,and Females deere, and lullie
Lads rome heere,and there : fo merrily, and euer among
fo merrily.
Fal. There's a merry heart, good M.Silence, He giue
you a health for that anon.
Sbal. Good M.IBardolfe: fome wine, Dauie.
Da. Sweet fir, fit: lie be with you anon : moft fweete
fir,fit. Mafter Page, good M.Page,fit: Proface. What
you want in meate, wee'l haue in drinke : but you beare,
the heart's all.
Sbal. Be merry Ul.Bardolfe, and my little Souldiour
there, be merry.
Sil. Be merry, be merry, my wife ha's all.
For women are Shrewes, both lhort,and tall :
'Tis merry in Hall, when Beards wagge all ;
And welcome merry Shrouetide. Be merry, be merry.
Fal. I did not thinke M.Silence had bin a man of this
Mettle.
Sil. Who If I haue beene merry twice and once, ere
now.
Dauy. There is a dilh of Lether-coats for you.
Sbal. Dauie.
Dau. Your Worlhip : He be with you ftraight, A cup
of Wine, fir f
Sil. A Cup of Wine, that's briske and fine, & drinke
vnto the Leman mine: and a merry heart liues long-a.
Fal. Well faid, M.&Vm«.
Sil. If we Ihall be merry, now comes in the fweete of
the night.
Fal. Health,and long life to you,M.&/<««.
Sil. Fill the Cuppe, and let it come. He pledge you a
mile to the bottome.
Sbal. Honeft Bardolfe, welcome : If thou want'ft any
thing, and wilt not call, belhrew thy heart. Welcome my
little tyne theefe,and welcome indeed too : He drinke to
M.Dardolfe,ani to all the Cauileroes about London.
Dau, I hope to fee London,once ere I die.
Bar. HI might fee you there, Da«/c.
Shal. You'l cracke a quart together^ Ha, will you not
M.Bardolfe
Dar. Yes Sir,in a pottle pot.
Sbal. I thanke thee : the knaue will fticke by thee, I
can alTure thee that. He will not out,he is true bred.
Dar. And He fticke by him, fir.
Sbal.Vlhy there fpoke a King:lack nothing, be merry.
Looke,who's at doore there,ho : who knockes?
Fal Why now you haue done me right.
Sil. Do me right,and dub me Knight, Samingo. Is't
not fo ?
Fal. 'Tis fo.
5//.Is't fo.^ Why then fay an old man can do fomwhat.
Dau. If it pleafe your Worlliippe, there's one Difloll
come from the Court with newes.
Fal. From the Court.' Let him come in.
Enter Pißoll.
How now Piftoll ?
Piß. Sir lohn, 'faue you fir.
Fal. What winde blew you hither, Piftoll ?
Piß. Not the ill winde which blowes none to good,
fweet Knight : Thou art now one of the greateft men in
the Realme.
Sil. Indeed, I thinke he bee, but Goodman Puffe of
Barfon.
PiSl. Puffe ? puIFe in thy teeth, moft recreant Coward
bafe. Sir lohn, I am thy Piftoll, and thy Friend : heiter
skelter haue I rode to thee,and tydings do I bring, and
luckie ioyes, and golden Times, and happie Newes of
price.
Fal. I prethee now deliuer them, like a man of this
World.
Piß. A footra for the World,and Worldlings bafe,
I fpeake of Affrica,and Golden ioyes.
Fal. O bafe Aft'yrian Knight, what is thy newes ?
Let King Couitba know the truth thereof.
Sil. And Robin-hood, Scarlet, and lohn.
Piß. Shall dunghill Curres confront the HelHcons ?
And Ihall good newes be baffel'd
Then Piftoll lay thy head in Furies lappe.
Shal. Honeft Gentleman,
I know not your breeding.
Piß. Why then Lament therefore.
Sbal. Giue me pardon. Sir.
If fir, you come with news from the Court, I take it, there
is but two wayes, either to vtter them, or to conceale
them. I am Sir, vnder the King, in fome Authority.
Piß. Vnder which King.'
Detnonian, fpeake, or dye.
Sbal, Vnder King Harry.
Piß. Harry the Fourth? or Fift?
Sbal. Harry the Fourth.
Piß . A footra for thine Office.
Sir lohn, thy tender Lamb-kinne, now is King,
Harry the Fift's the man, I fpeake the truth.
When Piftoll lyes, do this, and figge-me, like
The bragging Spaniard.
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Fal. What, is the old King dead ?
Pifi. As naile in doore.
The things I fpeake, are iuft.
Fal. Away Bardolfe, Sadie my Horfe,
Mafter Robert Shallow, chooie what Office thou wilt
In the Land, 'tis thine. Piflol, I will double charge thee
With Dignities.
'Bard. O ioyfull day :
I would not take a Knighthood for my Fortune.
Piß. What? I do bring good newes.
Fal. Carrie Mafter Silence to bed : Mafter Shallow, my
Lord Shallow, be what thou wilt,I am Fortunes Steward.
Get on thy Boots, wee'l ride all night. Oh fweet Piftoll :
Away Bardolfe : Come Piftoll, vtter more to mee : and
withall deuil'e fomething to do thy felfe good . Boote,
boote Mafter Shallow, I know the young King is lick for
mee. Let vs take any mans HorlTes : The Lawes of Eng¬
land are at my command'ment. Happie are they, which
haue beene my Priendes : and woe vnto my Lord Chiefe
luftice.
Piß. Let Vultures vil'de feize on his Lungs alfo :
Where is the life that late I led,lay they?
Why beere it is,welcome thofe pleafant dayes. Exeunt
Seena Quarta.
Enter HoßeJJe ^'tdfyy Dol Teare-ßieetey
and beadles,
Hoßejfe. No, thou arrant knaue ; I would I might dy,
that 1 might haue thee hang'd : Thou hall drawne my
Ihoulder out of ioynt.
Off. The Confiables haue deliuer'd her euer to mee :
and Ihee ihall haue Whipping cheere enough, I warrant
her. There hath beene a man or two (lately) kill'd about
her.
fDoI. Nut-hooke, nut-hooke, you Lye: Come on, lie
tell thee what, thou damn'd Tripe-vifagM Rafcall, if the
Childe I now go with, do mifcarrie, thou had'll better
thou had'll llrooke thy Mother, thou Paper-fac'd Vil-
laine.
Hoß. O that Sir lohn were come, hee would make
this a bloody day to fome body. But I would the Fruite
of her Wombe might mifcarry.
Officer^ If it do, you lhall haue a dozen of Culhions
againe, you haue but eleuen now. Come, I charge you
both go with me ; for the man is dead, that you and Pi-
lloU beate among you.
^ol. He tell thee what, thou thin man in a Cenfor; I
will haue you as foundly fwindg'd for this, you blew-
Bottel'd Rogue : you filthy familh'd Corre^ioner, if you
be not fwing'd. He forfweare hälfe Kirtles.
Off. Come, come, you ihee-Knight-arrant, come.
Hoß. O, that right Ihould thus o'recome might. Wei
of fufferance, comes eafe.
Del. Come you Rogue, come :
Bring me to a luflice.
Hoß. Yes, come you llaru'd Blood-hound.
Dol. Goodman death, goodman Bones.
Hoß. Thou Anatomy, thou.
Dol. Come you thinne Thing :
Come you Rafcall.
Off. Very well, Sxeunt.
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Seena Quinta.
Enter troo Groontes.
1 .Groo. Move Ruihes,more Rulhes.
2,Groo. The Trumpets haue founded twice.
i.Groo. It will be two of the Clocke, ere they come
from the Coronation. Exit Groo.
Enter FalßaffeyShallovp, P'tßolly^ardolfeyand Page.
Falßaffe. Stand heere by me, M. Robert Shaîloi», I will
make the King do you Grace, I will leere vpon him, as
he comes by : and do but marke the countenance that hee
will glue me.
Pßol. Blefle thy Lungs, good Knight,
Falß. Come heere P/y?ö/,ftand behind me. O if I had
had time to haue made new Liueries, I would haue be¬
llowed the thoufand pound I borrowed of you. But it is
no matter, this poore ihew doth better: this doth inferre
the zeaie I had to fee him.
Shal, It doth fo.
Falß. It Ihewes my earneftnefTe in aíFeílion.
Fiß. It doth fo.
Fal. My deuotion.
Piß. It doth, it doth, it doth.
Fal. As it were, to ride day and night.
And not to deliberate, not to remember.
Not to haue patience to Ihift me.
Sbal. It is moil certaine.
FaL But to iland ilained with Trauaile, and fweatlng
with delire to fee him, thinking of nothing elfe, putting
all affayres in obliuion,as if there were nothing els to bee
done, but to fee him.
Piß. 'Tis femper idem : for abfque hoc nihil HI. 'Tis all
in euery part.
Shal. 'Tis fo indeed.
Piß. My Knight,! will enflame thy Noble Liuer, and
make thee rage. Thy Í)o/,and Helen of thy noble thoghts
is in bafe Durance, and contagious prifon : Hall'd thi¬
ther by moll Mechanlcall and durty hand. Rowze vppe
Reuenge from Ebon den, with fell Aleilo's Snake, for
Dol is in. Pillol,fpeakes nought but troth.
Fal. I will deliuer her.
Pißol. There roar'd the Sea : and Trumpet Clangour
founds.
The Trumpets fiund. Enter King Henrte the
Fifty Brothers y Lord Chiefe
Jußice.
Falß. Saue thy Grace, King Hall y my Royall Hall.
Tiß. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, moll royall
Impe of Fame.
Fal. 'Saue thee my fweet Boy.
King. My Lord Chiefe luftice, fpeake to that vaine
man.
Ch.Iuß. Haue you your wits ?
Know you what 'tis you fpeake?
Fa/ß. My King, my loue j I fpeake to thee, my heart.
King. I know thee not,old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
How ill white haires become a Foole, and leller ?
I haue
I oo The fecondTart ofT^ing Henry the Fourth.
I haue long dream'd of fuch a kinde of man,
So furfeit fwell'd, fo old, and fo prophane:
But being awake, I do defpife my dreame.
Make lefle thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,
Leaue gourmandizing ; Know the Graue doth gape
For thee, thrice wider then for other men.
Reply not to me, with a Foole-borne left,
Prefume not, that I am the thing I was.
For heauen doth know (fo lhall the world perceiue)
That I haue turn'd away my former Seife,
So will I thofe that kept me Companie.
When thou doft heare I am, as I haue bin.
Approach me, and thou (halt be as thou was't
The Tutor and the Feeder of my Riots :
Till then, I banilh thee, on paine of death.
As I haue done the reft of my Mifleaders,
Not to come neere our Perfon, by ten mile.
For competence of life, 1 will allow you.
That lacke of meanes enforce you not to euill ;
And as we heare you do reforme your felues.
We will according to your ftrength, and qualities,
Giue you aduancement. Be it your charge (my Lord)
To fee perform'd the tenure of our word. Set on.
Exit King.
Fal. Mafter Shailov, I owe you a thoufand pound.
Shal. I marry Sir lohn, which I befeech you to let me
haue home with me.
Fu/.That can hardly be, M.ShaHov, do not you grieue
at this : I ftiall be fent for in priuate to him : Looke you,
he muft feeme thus to the world: feare not your aduance¬
ment : I will be the man yet, that lhall make you great.
Shal. I cannot well perceiue how, vnlefle you Ihould
giue me your Doublet, and ftuffe me out with Straw. I
befeech you, good Sir lohn, let mee haue fiue hundred of
my thoufand.
Fal. Sir,I will be as good as my word. This that you
heard, was but a colour.
Shall. A colour I feare, that you will dye, in Sir John,
Fal. Feare no colours, go with me to dinner :
Come Lieutenant Piilol, come 'Bardolfe,
I lhall be fent for foone at night.
Ch.Iufl. Go carry Sir John Falflaffe to the Fleete,
Take all his Company along with him.
Fal. My Lord, my Lord.
Ch.Iuß. I cannot now fpeake, I will heare you foone:
Take them away.
Piß. Si fortuna me tormento,ß>era me contento.
Exit. eZianet Lancaßer and Chiefe lußice.
John. I like this faire proceeding of the Kings ;
He hath intent his wonted Followers
Shall all be very well prouided for :
But all are banilht,till their conuerfations
Appeare more wife,and modeft to the world.
Ch.Iuß. And fo they are.
John. The King hath call'd his Parliament,
My Lord.
Ch.Iuß. He hath.
John. I will lay oddes,that ere this yeere expire.
We beare our Ciuill Swords, and Natiue fire
As farre as France. I heare a Bird fo fing,
Whofe Muficke (to my thinking)pleas'd the King.
Come, will you hence I Exeunt
FINIS.
EPILOGVE.
T, my Feare : then, my Qurtße : last, my Speech.
My Feare, is your Displeafure : My Qurtße, my Flutte :
And my speech, to Begge your Tardons. If you looke for a
good speech no'Vi>,you vndoe me : For what I haue to fay, is
of mine owne ma\ing : and what fndeed) I fhould fay, "Will
(/doubt^ prooue mine owne marring. But to the Turpofe,
and fo to the Venture- Be it \nowne to you (as it is very
"Pfell) I was lately he ere in the end of a displeaßng Tlay, to pray your Tatienee
for it, and to promife you a Better : I did meane (Jndeede^ to pay you "With this,
"which if (like an ill Venture) it come vnluckHy home, I hreake; and you,my gem
tie Creditors lofe. Heere I promiß you I would be, and heere 1 commit my Bodie
to your Mercies : Bate mefime,andl will pay youfome,and{asmoß Debtors do)
promife you inßnitely.
If my Tongue cannot entreate you to acquit me : will you command me to vß
my Leggesî And yet that were but light payment, toDance out of your debt: But
a good Qonfcience,will make any pofsiblefatisfaSiion, andfo will I. All the Gem
tlewomen heere,haue forgiuen me, if the Gentlemen will not,then the Gentlemen
do not agree with the Gentlewowen, which Was neuerfeene before, infuch an Aß
fembly.
One word more, I befeechyou : if you be not too much cloid with Fat Meate,
our humble Author will continue the Story (ypith Sir lohn in it) and make you
merry, wit h faire Katherine ^France: where {for any thing IkncfW) Fal-
ílaíFe ßall dye of a fweat, vnlefe already he be kill d with your hard Opinions :
For Old-Caille dyed a Martyr, and this is not the man. My Tongue is Wearie,
when my Legs are too, I will bid y ou good night; andfo knee le downe before you:
But (indeed) to prayfor the Que ene.
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THE
ACTORS
NAMES.
' V M O V R the Prefentor.
|King Henry the Fourth.
[Prince Henry, afterwards Crowned Kingthe Fift.
Prince lohn of Lancafter. 'J
Humphrey of Gloucefter. i Sonnes to Henry the Fourth,& brethren to Henry 5.
Thomas of Clarence. )
Northumberland.
The Arch Byihop of Yorke.
Mowbray.,
Haifings.
Lord Bardolfe.
T rauers.
Morton.
Coleuile.
Oppofites againft King Henrie the
Fourth.
Warwicke.
Weflmerland.
Surrey. Of the Kings
Gowre. Partie.
Harecourt.
Lord Chiefe luftice.
Shallow.
Silence. y luftices.
Dauie, Seruant to Shallow.
Phang, and Snare, z. Serieants
Mouldie.
Pointz.
Falftaffe.
Bardolphe.
Piftoll.
Peto.
Page.
Irregular
Humorifts.
I Both Country
5"
Shadow.
Wart.
Feeble.
Bullcalfe.'
Drawers
Beadles.
Groomes
-Country Soldiers
Northumberlands Wife.
Perdes Widdow.
HoftefTe Quickly.
Doll Teare-fheete.
Epilogue.
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The Life of Henry the Fift,
Enter Prologue.
/j For a <:^uje of Fire y that toouîà ajcend
The brighteß Heauen of Inuention :
A Kingdome for a Stagey Princes to ASi y
And ^Monarchs to behold the fmlling Scene,
then pould the IF'arlilte Harry, lik^ himjelfcy
Affume the Port of Mars, and at hü heeUs
{Leaß>t irty lilte Hounds)ßoould FamineySfvordyund Fire
Crouch for employment, '^ut pardon yGentles all :
The flat vnray/ed SpiritSy that hath dar^dy
On this nmworthy Scaffoldy to bring forth
So great an 0bie6l, Can this Coci^-Pit hold
The vaflie fields of France ? Or may roe cramme
Within this Wooaden 0, the 'very Cashes
That did affright the Ayre at Agincourt f
. 0 pardon : fince a erool(ed Figure may
Attefl in little place a Milliony
And let vs y Cyphers to this great Accompt,
On your imaginarle Forces n>orJ^e,
Suppofe tvithin the Girdle of thefe Walls
Are note confind trvo mightie Monarchies,
Whofe high y'vp-rearedy and abutting Fronts y
The perilhui narrcm Ocean parts afunder.
Teece out our imptrfe^lions with your thoughts :
Into a thoufand parts diuide one Many
And malte imaginarle Puiffance.
TbinJte when we taille of Horjesythat you fee themj
Printing their prowd Hoof es ítF receiuing Barth :
For ^tis your thoughts that now mufi dec\^ our KingSy
Carry them here and there : lumping d're Times j
Turning tFaccomplijhment ofmanyyeeres
Into an Howre-glaffe : for the which fupplicy
Admit me Chorus to this HiPorie j
Who Prologue'likey your humble patience pray,
Gently to heare, l^indly to iudge our Play,
Exit,
zÄSius 'Primus. Scœna Trima.
Enter the two 'Bißoofs of Canterbury and Ely.
'Bifh. Cant.
Y Lord,IU tell you,that felfe Bill is vrg'd,
Which in th'eleuèth yere of y laft Kings reign
Was like, and had indeed againll vs paft.
But that the fcatnbling and vnquiet time
'Did pulh it out of farther quellion.
"BiJh.Ely. But how my Lord lhall we refill it now ?
"BiJh.Cant. It mull be thought on:if it pafle againll vs,
We loofe the better hälfe of our Pofielfion :
For all the Temporall Lands, which men deuout
By Tellament haue giuen to the Church,
Would they ftrip from vs ; being valu'd thus.
As much as would maintaine,to the Kings honor.
Full fifteene Barles, and fifteene hundred Knights,
Six thoufand and two hundred good Efquires :
And to reliefe of Lazars, and weake age
Of indigent faint Soules,paft corporall toyle,
A hundred Almes-houfes,right well fupply'd :
And to the Coffers of the King befide,
A thoufand pounds by th'yeere. Thus runs the Bill.
iBj/È.jE/y.This would drinke deepe.
"Btß).Cant.'Tv/ould drinke the Cup and all.
'Biß'.Ely. Bat what preuention
Biß. Cant. The King is full of grace, and faire re¬
gard.
Bß.Sly. And a true louer of the holy Church.
Bß.Cant.Tht courfes of his youth promis'd it not.
The breath no fooner left his Fathers body,
But that his wildnefiTe, mortify'd in him,
Seem'd to dye too : yea, at that very moment,
Confideration like an Angelí came,
And whlpt th'offending Adam out of him ;
Leauing his body as a Paradife,
T'inuelop and containe Celelliall Spirits.
Neuer was fuch a fodaine Schüller made:
Neuer came Reformation in a Flood,
With fuch a heady entrance fcowring faults :
Nor neuer Hidra-hended Wilfulneflê
So foone did loofe his Seat ; and all at once j
As in this King.
Bß.Ely. We are bleffed in the Change.
Bß.Qant. Heare him but reafon in Diuinitie ;
And all-admiring, with an inward wilh
You would defire the King were made a Prelate:
Heare him debate of Common-wealth Affaires ;
You would fay, it hath been all in all his ftudy :
Lift his difcourfe of Warre ; and you lhall heare
A fearefiall Battaile rendred you in Mufique.
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Turne him to any Caufe of Potlicy,
The Gordian Knot of it he will vnloofe,
Familiar as his Garter: that when be fpeakes,
The Ayre, a Charter'd Libertine,is ftill,
And the mute Wonder lurketh in mens eares,
To fteale his fweet and honyed Sentences:
So that the Art and Praftique part of Life,
Muft be the Miftrefle to this Théorique.
Which is a wonder how his Grace Ihould gleane it,
Since his addiítíon was to Courfes vaine,
His Companies vnletter'd,rude,and Ihallow,
His Houres fiU'd vp with Ryots, Banquets,Sports;
And neuer noted in him any ftudie.
Any retyrement, any fequeftration,
From open Haunts and Popularitie.
B.Sty. The Strawberry growes vnderneath the Nettle,
And holefome Berryes thriue and ripen bell,
Neighbour'd by Fruit of bafer qualitie :
And Co the Prince obfcur'd his Contemplation
Vnder the Veyle of WildneflTe,which (no doubt)
Grew like the Summer GralTe, fafteft by Night,
Vnfeene, yet creffiue in his facultie.
"B.Cant. It mull be fo ; for Miracles are ceaft :
And therefore we mull needes admit the meanes.
How things are perfefled.
B. Ely. But my good Lord :
How now for mittigation of this Bill,
Vrg'd by the Commons? doth his Maiellie
Incline to it,or no.'
B.Qant. He feemes indifferent :
Or rather fwaying more vpon our part.
Then cherilhing th'exhibiters againft vs:
For I haue made an offer to his Maiellie,
Vpon our Spirituall Conuocation,
And in regard of Caufes now in hand.
Which I haue open'd to his Grace at large,
As touching France, to giue a greater Summe,
Then euer at one time the Clergie yet
Did to his Predeceflbrs part withalL
B.Sly. How did this offer feeme receiu'd,my Lord ?
B. Ca«t. With good acceptance of his Maiellie :
Saue that there was not time enough to heare,
As I perceiu'd his Grace would ^ine haue done.
The feueralls and vnhidden paflages
Of his true Titles to fome certaine Dukedomes,
And generally, to the Crowne and Seat of France,
Deriu'd from Edwardjim great Grandfather.
ÍB f/y.What was th'impediment that broke this off?
'B.Cant. The French Embalfador vpon that inflant
Crau'd audience ; and the howre I thinke is come.
To giue him hearing : Is it foure a Clock ?
®. Ely. It is.
'B.Qaiit. Then goe we in,to know his Embaffie;
Which I could with a ready guelfe declare.
Before the Frenchman fpeake a word of it.
'B.Ely. He wait vpon you,and I long to heare it.
Exeunt.
Enter the King, Humfrey, 'Bedford, Clarence,
fKarwck^, IVeSlmerland, and Exeter.
Where is my gracious Lord of Canterbury?
Exeter. Not here in prefence.
King. Send for him,good Vnckle.
fKeßm, Shall we call in th'Ambailador,my Liege?
King. Not yet,my Coufin: we would be re(bluM,
Before we heare him, of fome things of weight,
That taske our thoughts,concerning vs and France.
Enter tm> 'Biß>ops,
^.Cant.God and his Angels guard your facred Throne,
And make you long become it.
King. Sure we thanke you.
My learned Lord,we pray you to proceed.
And iuftly and religioully vnfold,
Why the Law &/</(c,that they haue in France,
Or fliould or Ihould not barre vs in our Clayme :
And God forbid,my deare and faithfull Lord,
That you Ihould faffiion, wrell,or bow your reading.
Or nicely charge your vnderllanding Soule,
With opening Titles mifcreate, whofe right
Sutes not in natiue colours with the truth :
For God doth know, how many now in health.
Shall drop their blood, in approbation
Of what your reuerence lhall incite vs to.
Therefore take heed how you impawne our Perfon,
How you awake our lleeping Sword of Warre;
We charge you in the Name of God take heed :
For neuer two fuch Kingdomes did contend.
Without much fall of blood, whofe guiltlelfe drops
Are euery one,a Woe,a fore Complaint,
'Gainll him, whofe wrongs giues edge vnto the Swords,
That makes fuch walle in briefe mortalitie.
Vnder this Coniuration,fpeake my Lord :
For we will heare,note,and belceue in heart.
That what you fpeake, is in your Confcience walht.
As pure as finne with Baptifme.
IB.Ou».Then heare me gracious Soueraign,&you Peers,
That owe your felues,your liues,and feruices.
To this Imperiall Throne. There is no barre
To make againll your Highnelfe Clayme to France,
But this which they produce from Pharamond,
In terram Salicam MuUeres ne fuccedaul.
No Woman lhall fucceed in Saline Land :
Which Salute Land,the French vniullly gloze
To be the Realme of France, and Pharamond
The founder of this Law, and Female Barre.
Vet their owne Authors faithfully affirme.
That the Land Salil^ is in Germanie,
Betweene the Flouds of Sala and of Elue :
Where Charles the Great hauing fubdu'd the Saxons,
There left behind and fettled certaine French :
Who holding in difdaine the German Women,
For fome diffionell manners of their life,
Ellablilht then this Law; to wit,No Female
Should be Inheritrix in Saline Land :
Which SaliJ(e (as I faid) 'twixt Elue and Sala,
Is at this day in Germanie, call'd Meißen.
Then doth it well appeare, the SaliJ^e Law
Was not deuifed for the Realme of France :
Nor did the French polfeffe the Salil^e Land,
Vntill foure hundred one and twentie yeeres
After defunflion of King Pharamond,
Idly fuppos'd the founder of this Law,
who died within the yeere of our Redemption,
Foure hundred twentie fix : and Charles the Great
Subdu'd the Saxons, and did feat the French
Beyond the Riuer Sala, in the yeere
Eight hundred fiue. Belides, their Writers fay,
King Pepin, which depofed Childerii(e,
Did as Heire Generali,being defcended
Of BlithHd,y/h\ch was Daughter to King Clothair,
Make Clayme and Title to the Crowne of France.
Hugh Capet alfo, who vfurpt the Crowne
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Of Charles the Duke of Loraine, fole Heire male
Of the true Line and Stock of Charles the Great:
To find his Title with fome ihewes of truth,
Though in pure truth it was corrupt and naught,
ConueyM himfelfe as th'Heire to th'Lady Lingare^
Daughter to Charlemairte was the Sonne
To Lewes the Emperour,and Lerpes the Sonne
Of Charles the Great: alio King Lesves the Tenth,
Who was fole Heire to the Viurper Capety
Could not keepe quiet in his confcience,
Wearing the Crowne of France,'till fatisfied,
That faire Qu^eene ÎJabelyWvz Grandmother,
Was Lineall of the Lady Ermengare^
Daughter to Charles the forefaid Duke of Loraine :
By the which Marriage,the Lyne of Charles the Great
Was re-vnited to the Crowne of France.
So, that as cleare as is the Summers Sunne,
King fepins Title, and Hugh Capets Clayme,
King Lewes his fatisfadtion, all appeare
To hold in Right and Title of the Female :
So doe the Kings of France vnto this day.
Howbeit,they would hold vp this Salique Law,
To barre your Highnefle clayming from the Female,
And rather chufe to hide them in a Net,
Then amply to imbarre their crooked Titles,
Vfurpt from you and your Progenitors.
King.Mzy I with right and confcience make this claim ?
The finne vpon my head, dread Soueraigne :
For in the Booke of Numbers is it writ.
When the man dyes, let the Inheritance
Defcend vnto the Daughter. Gracious Lord,
Stand for your owne,vnwind your bloody Flagge,
Looke back into your mightie Anceftors :
Goe my dread Lord, to your great Grandfires Tombe,
From whom you clayme; inuoke his Warlike Spirit,
And your Great Vnck.\t%yEdward the Black Prince,
Who on the French ground play'd a Tragedle,
Making defeat on the full Power of France:
Whiles his moil: mightie Father on a Hill
Stood fmilingjto behold his Lyons Whelpe
Forrage in blood of French Nobilitie.
O Noble Fnglifii, that could entertaine
With hälfe their Forces, the full pride of France,
And let another hälfe fiand laughing by.
All out of worke, and cold for a^ion.
'Biß?. Awake remembrance of thefe valiant dead.
And with your puiiTant Arme renew their Feats ;
You are their Heire, you fit vpon their Throne :
The Blood and Courage that renowned them.
Runs in your Veines: and my thrice-puiflant Liege
Is in the very May-Morne of his Youth,
Ripe for Exploits and mightie Enterprifes.
Exe. Your Brother Kings and Monarchs of the Earth
Doe all expe¿f,that you fiiould rowfe your felfe.
As did the former Lyons of your Blood. (might;
fFeß. They know your Grace hath caufe,and means,and
So hath your Highneife : neuer King of England
Had Nobles richer, and more loyall Subieíls,
Whofe hearts haue left their bodyes here in England,
And lye pauillion'd in the fields of France.
^iß?.Can. O let their bodyes follow my deare Liege
With Bloods,and Sword and Fire,to win your Right :
In ayde whereof,we of the Spiritualtie
Will rayfe your Highneife fuch a mightie Summe,
As neuer did the Clergie at one time
Bring in to any of your Anceflors.
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King. We muft not onely arme t'inuade the French,
But lay downe our proportions, to defend
Againft the Scot,who will make roade vpon vs,
With all aduantages.
Bißs.Can.They of thoie Marches,gracious Soueraign,
Shall be a Wall fufficient to defend
Our in-land from the pilfering Borderers.
King* We do not meane the courfingfnatchers onely,
But feare the maine intendment of the Scot,
Who hath been ftill a giddy neighbour to vs;
For you Ihall reade, that my great Grandfather
Neuer went with his forces into France,
But that the Scot, on his vnfurniiht Kingdome,
Came pouring like the Tyde into a breach.
With ample and brim fulneife of his force.
Galling the gleaned Land with hot Aifayes,
Girding with grieuous riege,Cafiles and Townes:
That England being emptie of defence,
Hath fhooke and trembled at th'ill neighbourhood«
B.Can.She hath bin the more fear'd the harm'd, my Liege:
For heare her but exampl'd by her felfe.
When all her Cheualrie hath been in France,
And fhee a mourning Widdow of her Nobles,
Shee hath her felfe not onely well defended.
But taken and impounded as a Stray,
The King of Scots: whom fhee did fend to France,
To fill King Edwards fame with prifoner Kings,
And make their Chronicle as rich with prayfe,
As is the Owfe and bottome of the Sea
With funken Wrack,and fum-leffe Treafuries.
Bißy.Ely. But there's a faying very old and true,
If that you will France win, then with Scotland firfi begia.
For once the Eagle (England) being in prey.
To her vnguarded Neft,the Weazell (Scot)
Comes fneaking,and fo fucks her Princely Egges,
Playing the Moufe in abfence of the Cat,
To tame and hauocke more then fhe can eate.
Exet. It followes theu, the Cat muft ftay at home,
Yet that is but a crulh'd necefsity.
Since we haue lockes to fafegard necelTaries,
And pretty traps to catch the petty theeues.
While that the Armed hand doth fight abroad,
Th'aduifed head defends it felfe at home:
For Gouernment, though high, and low, and lower,
Put into parts,doth keepe in one confenc,
Congreeing in a full and natural clofe,
Like Muficke.
Cant. Therefore doth heauen diuide
The ftate of man in diuers functions.
Setting endeuour in continual motion:
To which is fixed as an ayme or butt.
Obedience: for fo worke the Hony Bees,
Creatures that by a rule in Nature teach
The A&. of Order to a peopled Kingdome*
They haue a King, and Officers of forts.
Where fome like Magiftrates correó at home:
Others,like Merchants venter Trade abroad:
Others, like Souldiers armed in their ftings,
Make boote vpon the Summers Veluet buddes:
Which pillage,they with merry march bring home
To the Tent-royal of their Emperor :
Who bufied in his Maiefties furueyes
The finging Mafons building roofes of Gold,
The ciuil Citizens kneading vp the hony ;
The poore Mechanicke Porters,crowding in
Their heauy burthens at his narrow gate :
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The fad-ey'd luftice with his furly humme,
Deliuering ore to Executors pale
The lazie yawning Drone : I this inferre,
That many things hauing full reference
To one confent,may worke contrarioufly,
As many Arrowes loofed feuerall wayes
Come to one marke : as many wayes meet in one towne.
As many frefli ftreames meet in one fait fea ;
As many Lynes clofe in the Dials center :
So may a thoufand adlions oi)ce a foote,
And in one purpofe, and be all well borne
Without defeat. Therefore to France, my Liege,
Diuide your happy England into foure.
Whereof, take you one quarter into F ranee.
And you withall lhall make all Gallia lhake.
If we with thrice fuch powers left at home.
Cannot defend our owne doores from the dogge.
Let vs be worried,and our Nation lofe
The name of hardinefle and policie.
King. Call in the MeiTengers fent from the Dolphin.
Now are we well refolu'd, and by Gods helpe
And yours, the noble finewes of our power,
France being ours, wee'l bend it to our Awe,
Or breake it all to peeces. Or there wee'l fit,
(Ruling in large and ample Emperie,
Ore France, and all her (almoft) Kingly Dukedomes)
Or lay thefe bones in an vnworthy Vrne,
Tombleffe, with no remembrance ouer them :
Either our Hiftory fliall with full mouth
Speake freely of our A£b, or elfe our graue
Like Turkilh mute, fhall haue a tonguelelTe mouth.
Not worihipt with a waxen Epitaph.
Enter ./imhajfadors of France,
Now are we well prepar'd to know the pleafure
Of our feire Cofin Dolphin : for we heare.
Your greeting is from him, not from the King.
Amb, May't pleafe your Maiefiie to giue vs leaue
Freely to render what we haue in charge :
Or fhall we fparingly Ihew you farre off
The Dolphins meaning, and our Embafsie.
King. We are no Tyrant, but a Chriftian King,
Vnto whofe grace our pafsion is as fubieft
As is our wretches fettred in our prifons.
Therefore with franke and with vncurbed plainnefTe,
Tell vs the Dolphins minde.
Amh. Thus than in few :
Your HighnelTe lately fending into France,
Did claime fome certaine Dukedomes, in the right
Of your great Predeceflbr, King Edsrard the third.
In anfwer of which claime, the Prince our Mailer
SayeSjthat you fauour too much of your youth,
And bids you be aduis'd : There's nought in France,
That can be with a nimble Gaillard wonne :
You cannot reuell into Dukedomes there.
He therefore fends you meeter for your fpirit
This Tun of Treafure; and in lieu of this,
Delires you let the dukedomes that you claime
Heare no more of you. This the Dolphin fpeakes.
King. What Treafure Vncle .>
Sxe. Tennis balles, my Liege.
Kin, We are glad the Dolphin is fo pleafant with vs.
His Prefent, and your paines we thanke you for :
When we haue matcht our Rackets to thefe Balles,
We will in France (by Gods grace) play a fet.
Shall ftrike his fathers Crowne into the hazard.
Tell him, he hath made a match with fuch a Wrangler,
That all the Courts of France will be difturb'd
With Chaces. .\nd we vnderlland him well.
How he comes o're vs with our wilder dayes.
Not meafuring what vfe we made of them.
We neuer valew'd this poore feate of England,
And therefore liuing hence, did giue our felfe
To barbarous licenfe : As 'tis euer common.
That men are merriell, when they are from home.
But tell the 'Dolphin, I will keepe my State,
Be like a King, and (hew my fayle of GreatnelTe,
When I do rowfe me in my Throne of France.
For that I haue layd by my Maieftie,
And plodded like a man for working dayes :
But I will rife there with fo full a glorie.
That I will dazle all the eyes of France,
Yea ftrike the Dolphin blinde to looke on vs.
And tell the pleafant Prince, this Mocke of his
Hath turn'd his balles to Gun-ftones, and his foule
Shall (land fore charged, for the waftefull vengeance
That (hall flye with them : for many a thoufand widows
Shall this his Mocke, mocke out of their deer hnsbands;
Mocke mothers from their fonnes,mock Caftles downe:
And fome are yet vngotten and vnborne.
That (hal haue caufe to curfe the Dolphins fcorne.
But this lyes all within the wil of God,
To whom I do appeale, and in whofe name
Tel you the 'Dolphin, I am comming on.
To venge me as I may, and to put forth
My rightfull hand in a wel-hallow'd caufe.
So get you hence in peace : And tell the Dolphin,
His left will fauour but of (hallow wit.
When thoufands weepe more then did laugh at it.
Conuey them with fafe condudl. Fare you well.
Exeunt Amhaßddors.
Exe. This was a merry MelTage.
King. We hope to make the Sender blu(h at it :
Therefore, my Lords, omit no happy howre.
That may giue furth'rance to our Expedition :
For we haue now no thought in vs but France,
Saue thofe to God, that runne before our bufinelTe.
Therefore let our proportions for thefe Warres
Be foone colle£led,and all things thought vpon,
That may with reafonable fwiftnelTe adde
More Feathers to our Wings : for God before,
Wee'le chide this Dolphin at his fathers doore.
Therefore let euery man now taske his thought.
That this faire Adlion may on foot be brought. Exeunt.
Flourijh. Enter Chorus.
Now all the Youth of England are on fire.
And filken Dalliance in the Wardrobe lyes :
Now thriue the Armorers,and Honors thought
Reignes folely in the bread of euery man.
They fell the Pafture now, to buy the Horfe;
Following the Mirror of all Chriftian Kings,
With winged heeles,as Englilh Mercuries.
For now fits Expeftation in the Ayre,
And hides a Sword,from Hilts vnto the Point,
With Crownes Imperiall, Crownes and Coronets,
Promis'd to Harry, and his followers.
The French aduis'd by good intelligence
Of this moft dreadfull preparation.
Shake in their feare,and with pale PoUicy
Seeke to diuert the EnglKh purpofes.
O England: Modell to thy inward Greatnelfe,
Like little Body with a mightie Heart:
What
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What mightft thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children Icinde and naturall :
But fee, thy fault France hath in thee found out,
A neft of hollow bofomes, which he filles
With treacherous Crownes, and three corrupted men:
One, Richard Earle of Cambridge, and the fécond
Henry Lord Scroofe of c^ajham, and the third
Sir Chômai Grey Knight of Northumberland,
Haue for the Gilt of France (O guilt indeed)
Confirm'd Confpiracy with fearefull France,
And by their hands, this grace of Kings muft dye.
If Hell and Treafon hold their promiles.
Ere he take Ihip for France ; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and wee'l digeft
Th'abufe of diftance; force a play ;
The fumme is payde, the Traitors are agreed.
The King is fet from London, and the Scene
Is now tranfported (Gentles) to Southampton,
There is the Play-houfe now, there muft you fit.
And thence to France lhall we conuey you fafe.
And bring you backet Charming the narrow feas
To giue you gentle PafTe : for if we may,
Wee'l not offend one ftomacke with our Play.
But till the King come forth, and not till then,
Vnto Southampton do we fhift our Scene, €xit
Enter Corpcrall Nym, and Lieutenant 'Bardolfe,
'Bar. Well met Corporall Nym.
Nym. Good morrow Lieutenant 'Bardolfe.
Bar. What, are Ancient Pißoll and you friends yet
Nym. For my part, 1 care not : I fay little : but when
time fhall ferue, there fhall be fmiles, but that lhall be as
it may. I dare not fight, but I will winke and holde out
mine yron : it is a fimple one, but what though ? It will
tolle Cheefe, and it will endure cold, as another mans
fword will : and there's an end,
Bar. I will bellow a breakfaft to make you friendes,
and wee'l bee all three fworne brothers to France : Let't
be fo good Corporall Nym.
A^m.Faith, I will hue fo long as I may, that's the cer¬
taine of it: and when I cannot liue any longer, I will doe
as I may : That is my reft, that is the rendeuous of it.
Bar. It is certaine Corporall, that he is marryed to
Nell Quickly, and certainly fhe did you wrong, for you
were troth-plight to her.
Nym. I cannot tell, Things muft he as they may:men
may fleepe, and they may haue their throats about them
at that time, and fome fay, kniues haue edges : It muft
be as it may, though patience be a tyred name, yet fhee
will plodde, there muft be Conclufions, well, I cannot
tell.
Snter Tißoll, & Quiclf/y.
Bar. Heere comes Ancient Pßoll and his wife: good
Corporall be patient heere. How now mine Hoalle Pi¬
ßoll >
Piß. Bafe Tyke, cal'ft thou mee Holle, now by this
hand I fweare I fcorne the terme : nor fhall my Nel keep
Lodgers.
Hoß.No by my troth, not long: For we cannot lodge
and board a dozen or fourteene Gentlewomen that liue
honeflly by the pricke of their Needles, but it will bee
thought we keepe a Bawdy-houfe llraight. O welliday
Lady, if he be not hewne now, we lhall fee wilful adulte¬
ry and murther committed.
Bar. Good Lieutenant, good Corporal offer nothing
heere. Nym. Pi.fii.
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Pifl. Pifh for thee, Illand dogge : thou prickeard cur
of Illand.
Hofi. Good Corporall Nym fhew thy valor, and put
vp your fword.
Nym. Will you fhogge off.' I would haue you folus.
Pß. Solus, egregious dog ? O Viper vile ; The folus
in thy moll meruailous face, the folus in thy teeth, and
in thy throate, and in thy hatefull Lungs,yea in thy Maw
perdy ; and which is worfe, within thy naftie mouth, I
do retort the folus in thy bowels, for I can take, and Pi-
flols cocke is vp, and Halbing fire will follow.
Nym. I am not Barhajon, you cannot coniure mee : I
haue an humor to knocke you indifferently well : If you
grow fowle with me Piftoll, I will fcoure you with my
Rapier, as I may, in fàyre tearmes. If you would walke
off, I would pricke your guts a little in good tearmes, as
1 may, and that's the humor of it.
Pß. O Braggard vile, and damned furious wight.
The Graue doth gape, and doting death is neere.
Therefore exhale.
Bar. Heare me, heare me what I fay: Hee that ftrikes
the firft ftroake. He run him vp to the hilts, as I am a fol-
dier.
Pß. An oath of mickle might,and fiiry fhall abate.
Giue me thy fill, thy fore-foote to me giue : Thy fpirites
are moft tall.
Nym. I will cut thy throate one time or other in faire
termes, that is the humor of it.
Pßoll. Couple a gorge, that is the word. I defie thee a-
gaine.O hound of Creet, think'ft thou my fpoufe to get ?
No, to the fpittle goe, and from the Poudring tub of in¬
famy, fetch forth the Lazar Kite of Creßds kinde, Doll
Beare-ßoeete, /he by name, and her efpoule. I haue, and I
will hold the Quondam Quic^ely for the onely fhee : and
Pauca, there's enough to go to.
Enter the Boy.
Boy. Mine Hoaft Pßoll, you muft come to my May-
fter, and your HoftelTe:He is very ficke,& would to bed.
.Good Bardolfe, put thy face betweene his fheets, and do
the Office of a Warming-pan : Faith, he's very ill.
Bard. Away you Rogue.
Hoß. By my troth he'l yeeld the Crow a pudding one
of thefe dayes: the King has kild his heart. Good Huf-
band come home prefently. Exit
Bar. Come,/ball I make you two friends. Wee muft
to France together:why the diuel fhould we keep kniues
to cut one anothers throats.'
Piß. Let floods ore-fwell, and fiends for food howle
on.
Nym. You'l pay me the eight fhillings I won of you
at Betting.'
Biß. Bafe is the Slaue that payes.
Nym. That now I wil haue: that's the humor of it.
Pß. As manhood fhal compound:pulh home. Draw
Bard. By this fword, hee that makes the firft thruft.
He kill him : By this fword, I wil.
Pi. Sword is an Oath,ée Oaths mull haue their courfe
Bar. Coporall Nym,U thou wilt be friends be frends,
and thou wilt not, why then be enemies with me to'.pre-
thee put vp.
pß. A Noble /halt thou haue, and prefent pay, and
Liquor likewife will I giue to thee, and friend/hippe
fhall combyne, and brotherhood. He liue by Nymme,Sc
Nymme fhall liue by me, is not this iuft.' For I lhal Sut¬
ler be vnto the Campe, and profits will accrue.Giue mee
thy hand.
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Nym. I ihall haue my Noble?
Piß. In caih, moft iuftly payd.
Nym. Well, then that the humor oPt.
Enter Hoßejße.
Heß, As euer you come of women, come in quickly
to fir lohn : A poore heart, hee is fo ihak'd of a burning
quotidian Tertian, that it is moll lamentable to behold.
Sweet men, come to him.
Nym. The King hath run bad humors on the Knight,
that's the euen of it.
Tß. Nym, thou haft fpoke the right, his heart is fra-
fted and corroborate.
Nym. The King is a good King, but it muft bee as it
may : he pafles fome humors, and carreeres.
Pß. Let vs condole the Knight, for (Lambekins) we
will hue.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, Ó" JVeßmerland.
'Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to truft thefe traitors
Exe. They lhall be apprehended by and by.
fVeß.üov! fmooth and euen they do bear themfelues.
As if allégeance in their bofomes fate
Crowned with ftith, and conftant loyalty.
Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend,
By interception, which they dreame not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow.
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours ;
That he Ihould for a forraigne purfe, fo fell
His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
Sound Trumpets.
Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray.
King. Now fits the winde faire, and we will aboord.
My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Mafham,
And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs
Will cut their paffage through the force of France ?
Doing the execution, and the afte,
For which we haue in head aflembled them.
Scro. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his beft.
King. I doubt not that, fince we are well perfwaded
We carry not a heart with vs from hence.
That growes not in a faire confent with ours:
Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wilh
Succelfe and Conqueft to attend on vs.
Cam, Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd,
Then is your Maiefty ; there's not I thinke a fubieft
That fits in heart-greefe and vneafinefle
Vnder the fweet Ihade of your gouernment.
Kni. True : thofe that were your Fathers enemies,
Haue fteep'd their gauls in hony, and do ferue you
With hearts create of duty, and of zeale.
King. We therefore haue great caufe of thankfulnes.
And lhall forget the office of our hand
Sooner then quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthinelTe.
Scro. So feruice lliall with fteeled finewes toyle.
And labour lhall refrefli it felfe with hope
To do your Grace incelTant feruices.
King. We Judge no lelfe. Vnkle of Sxeter,
Inlarge the man committed yefterday.
That rayl'd againft our perfon: We confider
It was excelle of Wine that fet him on.
And on his more aduice. We pardon him.
Scro. That's mercy, but too mueh fecurity:
Let him be punilh'd Soueraigne, leaft example
Breed (by his fufferance) more of fuch a kind.
Kiug. O let vs yet be mercifull.
Cam. So may your Highrieire,and yet punilh too.
Grey. Sir, you Ihew great mercy if you giue him life.
After the tafte of much correéiion.
King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me.
Are heauy Orifons'gainft this poore wretch:
If little ñults proceeding on diftemper.
Shall not be wink'd at, how lhall we ftretch our eye
When capitall crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd, and digefted,
Appeare before vs ? Wee'l yet inlarge that man.
Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care
And tender preferuation of our perfon
Wold haue him punilh'd.And now to our French caufes.
Who are the late Commiffioners ?
Cam. I one my Lord,
Your Highnelfe bad me aske for it to day.
Scro. So did you me my Liege.
Gray. And I my Royall Soueraigne.
AT/n^-.Then RichardEitXe of Cambridge, there is yours:
There yours Lord Scroope oî<îMajham,ir\à Sir Knight :
Gray of Northumberland, this fame is yours :
Reade them, and know I know your worthinelTe.
My Lord of JVeßmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,
We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen?
What fee you in thofe papers, that you loofe
So much complexion ? Looke ye how they change :
Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there.
That haue fo cowarded and chac'd your blood
Out of apparance.
Cam. I do confefle my fault.
And do fubmit me to your Highnefle mercy.
Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale.
King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late.
By your owne counfaile is fuppreft and kill'd :
You muft not dare (for lhame)to talke of mercy.
For your owne reafons turne into your bofomes.
As dogs vpon their maifters, worrying you :
See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,
Thefe Engfilh monfters : My Lord of Cambridge heere.
You know how apt our loue was, to accord
To furnilh with all appertinents
Belonging to his Honour ; and this man.
Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly confpir'd
And fworne vnto the praftifes of France
To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which.
This Knight no lelTe for bounty bound to Vs
Then Cambridge is, hath likewife fworne. But O,
What lhall I fay to thee Lord Scrco/if, thou cruell,
Ingratefull, fauage,and inhumane Creature?
Thou that didft beare the key of all my counfailes.
That knew'ft the very bottome of my foule,
That (almoft ) might'ft haue coyn'd me into Golde,
Would'ft thou haue praílis'd on me, for thy vfe ?
May it be polsible, that forraigne hyer
Could out of thee extrait one fparke of euill
That might annoy my finger ? 'Tis fo ftrange,
That though the truth of it Hands off as groffe
As blacke and white, my eye will fcarfely fee it.
Treafon,and murther, euer kept together.
As two yoake diuels fworne to eythers purpofe.
Working fo groffely in an naturall caufe.
That admiration did not hoope at them.
But thou (gainft all proportion) didft bring in
Wonder to waite on treafon, and on murther :
And whatfoeuer cunning fiend it was
That wrought vpon thee fo prepofteroufly.
Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence :
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And other diuels that fuggeft by treafons,
Do botch and bungle vp damnation,
With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht
From glift'ring femblances of piety :
But he that temper'd thee, bad thee ftand vp,
Gaue thee no inftance why thou Ihouldft do treafon,
Vnlefle to dub thee with the name of Traitor.
If that fame Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus.
Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,
He might retorne to vaftie Tartar backe.
And tell the Legions, I can neuer win
A foule fo ealie as that Englilhmans.
Oh, how haft thou with iealoufte ¡nfeíled
The fweetnefle of afSance? Shew men dutifull.
Why fo didft thou : feeme they graue and learned
Why fo didft thou. Come they of Noble Family ?
Why fo didft thou.Seeme they religious ?
Why fo didft thou. Or are they fpare in diet,
Free from grofle pafsion, or of mirth, or anger,
Conftant in fpirit, not fweruing with the blood,
Garnilh'd and deck'd in modeft complement.
Not working with the eye, without the eare.
And but in purged iudgement trufting neither.
Such and fo finely boulted didft thou feeme :
And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot.
To make thee full fraught man, and beft indued
With fome fufpition, I will weepe for thee.
For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like
.Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,
Arreft them to the anfwer of the Law,
And God acquit them of their praiitifes.
Ext. I arreft thee of High Treafon, by the name of
Richard Earle of Cambridge .
I arreft thee of High Treafon, by the name of Thomeu
Lord Scroope of tcAíarflíam.
I arreft thee of High Treafon by the name oíTbomcu
Grey, Knight of Northumberland.
Scro. Our purpofes, God iuftly hath difcouer'd.
And I repent my fault more then my death.
Which I befeech your Highneife to forgiue.
Although my body pay the price of it.
Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not feduce.
Although I did admit it as a motiue.
The fooner to effeft what I intended :
But God be thanked for preuention.
Which in fulferance heartily will reioyce,
Befeeching God, and you, to pardon mee.
Gray. Neuer did faithfull fubieâ more reioyce
At the difcouery of moft dangerous Treafon,
Then I do at this houre ioy ore my felfe,
Preuented from a damned enterprize ;
My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.
King, God quit you in his mercy: Hear your fentence
You haue confpir'd againft Our Royall perfon,
loyn'd with an enemy proclaim*d,and from his Coffers,
Receyu'd the Golden Earneft of Our death :
Wherein you would haue fold your King to llaughter.
His Princes, and his Peeres to feruitude.
His Subiedls to opprefsion, and contempt.
And his whole Kingdome into defolation :
Touching our perfon, feeke we no reuenge,
But we our Kingdomes fafety uiuft fo tender,
Whofe ruine you fought, that to her Lawes
We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,
(Poore miferable wretches )to your death:
The tafte whereof, God of his mercy giue
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You patience to indure, and true Repentance
Of all your deare offences. Beate them hence. Exit.
Now Lords for France : the enterprife whereof
Shall be to you as vs,like glorious.
We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
Since God fo gracioufly hath brought to light
This dangerous Treafon, lurking in our way.
To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now.
But euery Rubbe is fmoothed on our way.
Then forth,deare Countreymen : Let vs deliuer
Our Puiflance into the hand of God,
Putting it ftraight in expedition.
Chearely to Sea,the lignes of Warre aduance.
No King of England, if not King of France. Flouriß).
Enter Pißoll, Nim,^ardolpb, 'Boy, and Noßijfe.
Hoßejße. 'Prythee honey fweet Husband,let me bring
thee to Staines.
Pißoll. No : for my manly heart doth erne. Bardolfh,
be biythe : iVfw,rowfe thy vaunting Veines: Boy, brifsle
thy Courage vp : for Falfiaffe hee is dead, and wee muft
erne therefore.
Bard. Would I were with him, wherefomere hee is,
eyther in Heauen,or in Hell.
Hoßejße. Nay fure, hee's not in Hell : hee's in xirthurs
Bofome,if euer man went to Arthurs Bufóme : a made a
finer end, and went away and it had beene any Chriftome
Child: a parted eu'n lull betweene Twelue and One,eu'n
at the turning o'th'Tyde: for after I faw him fumble with
the Sheets,and play with Flawers,and fmile vpon his fin¬
gers end,I knew there was but one way:for his Nofe was
as fharpe as a Pen,and a Table of greene fields. How now
Sir lohn (quoth If) what man ? be a good cheare : fo a
cryed out, God, God, God, three or foure times : now I,
to comfort him, bid him a fhould not thinke of God ; 1
hop'd there was no neede to trouble himfelfe with any
fuch thoughts yet : fo a bad me lay more Clothes on his
feet : I put my hand into the Bed, and felt them, and they
were as cold as any ftone : then I felt to his knees, and fo
vp-peer'd,and vpward,and all was as cold as any ftone.
Nim. They fay be cryed out of Sack.
Hoßejße. I, that a did.
Bard. And of Women.
Hoßejße. Nay, that a did not.
Boy. Yes that a did, and faid they were Deules incar¬
nate.
Woman. A could neuer abide Carnation, 'twas a Co¬
lour he neuer lik'd.
Boy. A faid once, the Deule would haue him about
Women.
Hoßejße. A did in fome fort(indeed)handle Women;
but then hee was rumatique, and talk'd of the Whore of
Babylon.
Boy. Doe you not remember a faw a Flea fticke vpon
Bardolphs Nofe, and a faid it was a blacke Soule burning
in Hell.
Bard. Well,the fiiell is gone that maintain'd that fire:
that's all the Riches I got in his feruice.
Nim. Shall wee Ihogg? the King will be gone from
Southampton.
Piß. Come,let's away.My Loue,giue me thy Lippes:
Looke to my Chattels, and my Moueables : Let Sences
rule : The world is,Pitch and pay: truft none: for Oathes
are Strawes, mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes,and hold-fàft
is the onely Dogge : My Ducke, therefore Caueto bee
thy Counfailor. Goe, cleare thy Chryftalls. Yoke-
fellowes in Armes , let vs to France , like Horfe-
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leeches my Boyes, to fucke, to fucke, the very blood to
fucke.
'Boy. And that's but vnwholefome food, they fay.
Tijl. Touch her foft mouth,and march.
Bard. Farwell Hoftefle.
Nim. I cannot kilTe , that is the humor of it : but
adieu.
Piß. Let Hufwiferie appeare : keepe clofe , I thee
command.
Hoflejfe, Farwell : adieu. Exeunt
Flouriß.
Enter the French King, the Dolphin, the Du^es
ofBerry and 'Britaine.
King. Thus comes the Englilh with full power vpon vs,
And more then carefully it vs concernes,
To anfwer Royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes ofBerry and of Britaine,
Of Brabant and of Orleance,lhall make forth.
And you Prince Dolphin,with all fwift difpatch
To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre
With men of courage, and with meanes defendant:
For England his approaches makes as fierce,
As Waters to the fucking of a Gulfe.
It fits vs then to be as prouident,
As feare may teach vs,out of late examples
Left by the fatall and negledled Englilh,
Vpon our fields.
Dolphin. My moft redoubted Father,
It is moft meet we arme vs 'gainft the F»e :
For Peace it felfe Ihould not fo dull a Kingdome,
(Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in queftion)
But that Defences, M ufters. Preparations,
Should be maintain'd,airembled,and collefled.
As were a Warre in expeflation.
Therefore I fay, 'tis meet we all goe forth.
To view the fick and feeble parts of France :
And let vs doe it with no ihew of feare.
No, with no more,then if we heard that England
Were bufied with a Whitfon Morris-dance:
For,my good Liege,Ihee is fo idly King'd,
Her Scepter fo phantaftically borne.
By a vaine giddie lhallow humorous Youth,
That feare attends her not.
Conñ. O peace. Prince Dolphin,
You are too much miftaken in this King :
Queftion your Grace the late Embafladors,
With what great State he heard their Emballie,
How well fupply'd with Noble Councellors,
How modeft in exception ; and withall.
How terrible in confiant refolution :
And you fliall find, his Vanities fore-fpent.
Were but the out-fide of the Roman Brutui,
Couering Difcretion with a Coat of Folly ;
As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide thofe Roots
That ihall firft fpring,and be moft delicate.
Dolphin. Well,'tis not fo, my Lord High Conftable.
But though we thinke it fo,it is no matter :
In cafes of defence,'tis beft to weigh
The Enemie more mightie then he feemes.
So the proportions of defence are fill'd :
Which of a weake and niggardly proieflion.
Doth like a Mifer fpoyle his Coat,with fcanting
A little Cloth,
King. Thinke we King Harry ftrong :
And Princes,looke you ftrongly arme to meet him.
The Kindred of him hath beene flelht vpon vs :
And he is bred out of that bloodie ftraine.
That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes :
WitnelTe our too much memorable fiiame.
When CrelTy Battell fatally was drucke.
And all our Princes captiu'd,by the hand
Of that black Name,£ífwar¿, black Prince of Wales :
Whiles that his Mountaine Sire, on Mountaine ftanding
Vp in the Ayre, crown'd with the Golden Sunne,
Saw his Heroicall Seed, and fmil'd to fee him
Mangle the Worke of Nature, and deface
The Patternes,that by God and by French Fathers
Had twentie yeeres been made. This is a Stem
Of that Viftorious Stock : and let vs feare
The Natiue mightinefte and fate of him.
Enter a cdMeJfenger.
tdMeJf. Embafladors from Harry King of England,
Doe craue admittance to your Maieftie.
King. Weele giue them prefent audience.
Goe, and bring them.
You fee this Chafe is hotly followed, friends.
Dolphin. Turne head,and flop purfuit:for coward Dogs
Moft fpend their mouths,whe what they feem to threaten
Runs farre before them. Good my Soueraigne
Take vp the Englilh fliort,and let them know
Of what a Monarchie you are the Head :
Selfe-loue,my Liege, is not Co vile a finne.
As felfe-negleíüng.
Enter Exeter.
King. From our Brother of England ?
Exe. From him,and thus he greets your Maieftie:
He wills you in the Name of God Almightie,
That you deueft your felfe,and lay apart
The borrowed Glories, that by gift of Heauen,
By Law of Nature, and of Nations, longs
To him and to his Heires, namely, the Crowne,
And all wide-ftretched Honors, that pertaine
By Cuftome, and the Ordinance of Times,
Vnto the Crowne of France : that you may know
'Tis no finifter,nor no awk-ward Clayme,
Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vanilht dayes.
Nor from the du ft of old Obliuion rakt.
He fends you this moft memorable Lyne,
In euery Branch truly demonftratiue ;
Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree :
And when you find him euenly deriu'd
From his moft fam'd, of famous Anceftors,
Edward the third j he bids you then refigne
Your Crowne and Kingdome, indireilly held
From him, the Natiue and true Challenger.
King. Or elfe what followes I
Exe. Bloody conftraint : for if you hide the Crowne
Euen in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
Therefore in fierce Tempeft is he comming.
In Thunder and in Earth-quake, like a loue:
That if requiring faile, he will compelí.
And bids you, in the Bowels of the Lord,
Deliuer vp the Crowne,and to take mercie
On the poore Soules,for whom this hungry Warre
Opens his vaftie Iawes:and on your head
Turning the Widdowes Teares, the Orphans Cryes,
The dead-mens Blood, the priuy Maidens Groanes,
For Husbands,Fathers,and betrothed Louers,
That fliall be fwallowed in this Controuerfie.
This is his Clayme,his Threatning,and my MeflTage :
VnlelTe the Dolphin be in prefence here ;
To whom expreflely I bring greeting to.
King. For
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King. For vs,we will confider of this further:
To morrow lhall you beare our full intent
Back to our Brother of England.
Dolph. For the Dolphin,
I Hand here for him: what to him from England ?
Ext. Scorne and defiance, fleight regard,contempt,
And any thing that may not mif-become
The mightie Sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus fayes my King: and if your Fathers HighnelTe
Doe not, in graunt of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter Mock you fent his Maieftie;
Hee'le call you to lb hot an Anfwer of it.
That Caues and Wombie Vaultages of France
Shall chide your Trefpas, and returne your Mock
In fécond Accent of his Ordinance.
Dolph. Say: if my Father render faire returne,
It is againft my will : for 1 delire
Nothing but Oddes with England.
To that end,as matching to his Youth and Vanitie,
I did prefent him with the Paris-Balis.
Sxe. Hee'le make your Paris Louer lhake for it.
Were it the Miftrefie Court of mightie Europe:
And be afrur'd,you'le find a dilTrence,
As we his Subieils haue in wonder found,
Betweene the promife of his greener dayes.
And thefe he mailers now: now he weighes Time
Euen to the vtmoft Graine: that you lhall reade
In your owne Loires,if he Hay in France.
King. To morrow lhall you know our mind at full.
F/ouriJh.
Ext. Difpatch vs with all fpeed, leall that our King
Come here himfelfe to quellion our delay ;
For he is footed in this Land already.
King. You lhalbe foone difpatcht, with faire conditions,
A Night is but fmall breathe,and little pawfe.
To anfwer matters of this confequence. Exeunt,
<iA5íus Secundus.
Flourißt. Enter Chorue,
Thus with imagin'd wing our fwift Scene flyes.
In motion of no lelTe celeritie then that of Thought.
Suppofe, that you haue feene
The well-appointed King at Douer Peer,
Embarke his Royaltie: and his braue Fleet,
With filken Streamers,the young Phehui fayning ;
Play with your Fancies : and in them behold,
Vpon the Hempen Tackle, Ship-boyes climbing;
Heare tbe Ihrill Whiftle, which doth order giue
To founds confus'd : behold the threaden Sayles,
Borne with th'inuifible and creeping Wind,
Draw the huge Bottomes through the furrowed Sea,
Brefting the loftie Surge. 0,doe but thinke
You Hand vpon the Riuage,and behold
A Citie on th'inconftant Billowes daunting :
For fo appeares this Fleet Maiefticall,
Holding due courfe to Harflew. Follow, follow;
Grapple your minds to llernage of this Nauie,
And leaue your England as dead Mid-night, Hill,
Guarded with Grandfires, Babyes,and old Women,
Eyther paft,or not arriu'd to pyth and puiflance :
For who is he,whofe Chin is hut enricht
With one appearing Hayre,that will not follow
Thefe cuH'd and choyfe-drawne Caualiers to France ?
Worke,worke your Thoughts,and therein fee a Siege ;
Behold the Ordenante on their Carriages,
With fatall mouthes gaping on girded Harflew.
Suppofe th'EmbalTador from the French comes back :
Tells That the King doth offer him
Katherine his Daughter, and with her to Dowrie,
Some petty and vnprofitable Dukedomes.
The offer likes not : and the nimble Gunner
With Lynftock now the diuellilh Cannon touches.
Alarum,and Chambers goe off.
And downe goes all before them. Still be kind.
And eech out our performance with your mind. Exit.
Enter the King, Exeter, Bedford, and Glouceßer.
Alarum ; Scaling Ladders at Harfiev.
King, Once more vnto the Breach,
Deare friends, once more ;
Or clofe the Wall vp with our Englilh dead :
In Peace,there's nothing fo becomes a man.
As model! ffillneffe,and humilitie :
But when the blaft of Warre blowes in our eares.
Then imitate the aftion of the Tyger:
Stiffen the finewes,commune vp the blood,
Difguife faire Nature with hard-fauour'd Rage :
Then lend the Eye a terrible afpedl :
Let it pry through the portage of the Head,
Like the Brafl'e Cannon : let the Brow o'rewhelme It,
As fearefully,as doth a galled Rocke
O're-hang and iutty his confounded Bafe,
Swill'd with the wild and waftfull Ocean.
Now fet the Teeth,and ftretch the Nofthrill wide.
Hold hard the Breath,and bend vp euery Spirit
To his full height. On,on,you Noblilh Englilh,
Whofe blood is fet from Fathers of Warre-proofe :
Fathers, that like fo many Alexanders,
Haue in thefe parts from Morne till Euen fought.
And Iheath'd their Swords, for lack of argument.
Dilhonour not your Mothers : now atteft.
That thofe whom you call'd Fathers,did beget you.
Be Coppy now to me of grolTer blood.
And teach them how to Warre. And you good Yeomen,
Whofe Lyms were made in England ; Ihew vs here
The mettell of your Failure : let vs fweare.
That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt not :
For there is none of you fo meane and bafe.
That hath not Noble luller in your eyes.
I fee you Hand like Grey-hounds in the flips.
Straying vpon the Start. The Game's afoot :
Follow your Spirit ; and vpon this Charge,
Cry,God for Harry, England,and S.George.
Alarum, and Chambers goe off.
Enter Nim,Bardolph, Piflo!l,and Boy.
'Bard. On, on, on, on, on, to the breach, to the breach.
Nim. 'Pray thee Corporall ftay, the Knocks are too
hot : and for mine owne part, I haue not a Cafe of Liues:
the humor of it is too hot, that is the very plaine-Song
of it.
f iß. The plaine-Song is moll iuft : for humors doe a-
bound : Knocks goe and come : Gods Vaflals drop and
dye : and Sword and Shield, in bloody Field, doth winne
immortall fame.
Boy. Would I were in an Ale-houfe in London , I
would giue all my fame for a Pot of Ale, and fafetie.
fß.Psni
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Piß. And I ! If wiflies would preuayle with me, my
purpofe Ihould not feyle with me ; but thither would I
high.
'Boy, As duly, but not as truly, as Bird doth fing on
bough.
Enter Fluelltn.
Flu. Vp to the breach , you Dogges ; auaunt you
Cullions.
Pifi. Be mercifull great Duke to men of Mould : a-
bate thy Rage, abate thy manly Rage ; abate thy Rage,
great Duke. Good Bawcock bate thy Rage: vfe lenitie
fweet Chuck.
Nim. Thefe be good humors : your Honor wins bad
humors. Exit.
'Boy. As young as I am , I haue obferu'd thefe three
Swaihers : i am Boy to them all three, but all they three,
though they would feme me, could not be Man to me ;
for indeed three fuch Antiques doe not amount to a man:
for 'Bardotpb, hee is white-liuer'd, and red-fac'd ; by the
meanes whereof,a faces it out,but fights not: for Pßoü,
hee hath a killing Tongue, and a quiet Sword ; by the
meanes whereof, a breakes Words , and keepes whole
Weapons : for Nim, hee hath heard , that men of few
Words are the heft men, and therefore hee fcornes to fay
his Prayers, left a fhould be thought a Coward : but his
few bad Words are matcht with as few good Deeds; for
a neuer broke any mans Head but his owne, and that was
againfta Poft,when he was dmnke. They will fteale any
thing, and call it Purchafe. 'Bardolph ftole a Lute-cafe,
bore it twelue Leagues, and fold it for three halfepence.
Nim and Bardolpb are fworne Brothers in filching : and
in Callice they ftole a fire-fhouell. I knew by that peece
of Seruice , the men would carry Coales. They would
haue me as familiar with mens Pockets, as their Cloues
or their Hand-kerchers : which makes much againft my
Manhood, if I fhould take from anothers Pocket, to put
into mine ; for it is plaine pocketting vp of Wrongs.
I muft leaue them, and feeke fome better Seruice : their
Villany goes againft my weake ftomacke, and therefore
I muft call it vp. Exit.
Enter Govrer.
Goner. Captaine Fiuellen,you muft come prefently to
the Mynes ; the Duke of Gloucefter would fpeake with
you.
F¡u. To the Mynes ? Tell you the Duke, it is not fo
good to come to the Mynes : for looke you, the Mynes
is not according to the difciplines of the Warre;the con-
cauities of it is not fufficient : for looke you, th'athuer-
farie, you may difcuffe vnto the Duke, looke you, is digt
himfelfe foure yard vnder the Countermines : by Cbeßou,
I thinke a will plowe vp all, if there is not better direfli-
ons.
Goner. The Duke of Gloucefter, to whom the Order
of the Siege is giuen, is altogether direfled by an Irilh
man, a very valiant Gentleman yfaith.
fFelch. It is Captaine Makmorrice, is it not
Goner. I thinke it be.
Wekb. By Cbeßu he is an Afle, as in the World,-I will
vérifié as much in his Beard : he ha's no more direflions
in the true difciplines of the Warres, looke you, of the
Roman difciplines, then is a Puppy-dog.
Enter Mjiltmarrice,and Captaine lamy.
Goner. Here a comes, and the Scots Captaine, Captaine
lamy, with him.
We!cb. Captaine lamy is a maruellous falorous Gen¬
tleman, that is certain,and of great expedition and know¬
ledge in th'aunchiant Warres,vpon my particular know¬
ledge of his direflions : by Cbeßu he will maintaine his
Argument as well as any Militarle roan ia the World, in
the difciplines of the Priftine Warres of the Romans.
Scot. I fay gudday, Captaine Fluellen.
fFelcb. Godden to your Worfhip, good Captaine
lamet.
Goner. How now Captaine Macl^morrice, haue you
quit the Mynes í haue the Pioners giuen o're i
Iriß. By Chrilh Law tifh ill done : the Worke ifh
giue ouer, the Trompet found the Retreat. By my Hand
I fweare, and my ftthers Soule, the Worke ifli ill done:
it ifh giue ouer : I would haue blowed vp the Towne,
fo Chrifh faue me law, in an houre. O tifh ill done, tifh ill
done: by my Hand tifh ill done.
JVeUb. Captaine Mac\morr\ce, I befeech you now,
will you voutfafe me, looke you, a few difputations with
you, as partly touching or concerning the difciplines of
the Warre,the Roman Warres, in the way of Argument,
looke you,and friendly communication; partly to fatisfie
my Opinion, and partly for the fatisftflion, looke you, of
my Mind : as touching the direftion of the Militarle dif-
cipline, that is the Point.
Scot. It fall be vary gud,gud feith,gud Captens bath,
and I fall quit you with gud leue, as I may pick occafion :
that fall I mary.
Iriß. It is no time to difcourfe, fo Chrifh faue me :
the day is hot, and the Weather, and the Warres, and the
King, and the Dukes : it is no time to difcourfe, the Town
is befeech'd : and the Trumpet call vs to the breech, and
we talke, and be Chrifh do nothing, tis fhame for vs all :
fo God fa'me tis fhame to ftand ftill, it is fhame by my
hand : and there is Throats to be cut, and Workes to be
done,and there ifh nothing done, fo Chrift fa'me law.
Scot. By the Mes, ere theife eyes of mine take them-
felues to llomber, ayle de gud feruice, or He ligge i'th'
grund for it ; ay, or goe to death : and He pay't as valo-
roufly as I may, that fal I fuerly do, that is the breff and
the long : mary, I wad full fkine heard fome queftion
tween you tway.
Welcb. Captaine e^ae\morrice, I thinke, looke you,
vnder your corredlion , there is not many of your Na¬
tion.
Iriß. Of my Nation ? What ifh my Nation ? Ifh a
Villaine, and a Bafterd, and a Knaue, and a Rafcall. What
ifh my Nation ? Who talkes of my Nation?
IFelch. Looke you, if you take the matter otherwife
then is meant, Captaine e^aclßtorrice , peraduenture I
fhall thinke you doe not vfe me with that aftabilitie,as in
difcretion you ought to vfe me,looke you, being as good
a man as your felfe, both in the difciplines of Warre, and
in the deriuation of my Birth , and in other particula¬
rities.
Iriß. I doe not know you fo good a man as my felfe :
fo Chrilh faue me, I will cut off your Head.
Goner. Gentlemen both, you will miftake each other.
Scot. A, that's a foule fault. xi Parley.
Goner. The Towne founds a Parley.
ITelcb. Captaine cdMackptorrice, when there is more
better oportunitie to be required, looke you, I will be
fo bold as to tell you, I know the difciplines of Warre :
and there is an end. Exit.
Enter tbe King and all his Traine befire tbe Gates.
King. How yet refolues the Gouemour of the Towne?
This is the lateft Parle we will admit :
There-
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The Life of Henry theFift.
Therefore to our beft mercy giue your felues,
Or like to men prowd of deftruftion,
Defie vs to our worft : for as I am a Souldier,
A Name that in my thoughts becomes me beft j
If I begin the batt'rie once againe,
I will not leaue the halfe-atchieued Harflew,
Till in her alhes flie lye buryed.
The Gates of Mercy ftiall be all fliut vp,
And the flelh'd Souldier, rough and hard of heart,
In libertie of bloody hand,lhall raunge
With Confcience wide as Hell,mowing like Gräfte
Your frelh faire Virgins,and your flowring Infants,
What is it then to me, if impious Warre,
Arrayed in flames like to the Prince of Fiends,
Doe with his fmyrcht complexion all fell feats,
Enlynckt to waft and defolation ?
What is't to me, when you your felues are caufe.
If your pure Maydens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing Violation ?
What Reyne can hold licentious WickedneflTe,
When downe the Hill he holds his fierce Garriere ?
We may as bootlefte fpend our vaine Command
Vpon th'enraged Souldiers in their fpoyle.
As lend Precepts to the Leu'wthan, to come alhore.
Therefore, you men of Harflew,
Take pitty of your Towne and of your People,
Whiles yet my Souldiers are in my Command,
Whiles yet the coole and temperate Wind of Grace
O're-blowes the filthy and contagious Clouds
Of headly Murther,Spoyle,and Villany.
If not : why in a moment looke to fee
The blind and bloody Souldier, with foule hand
Delire the Locks of your flirni-lhriking Daughters:
Your Fathers taken by the flluer Beards,
And their moft reuerend Heads dalht to the Walls :
Your naked Infants fpitted vpon Pykes,
Whiles the mad Mothers, with their howles confus'd.
Doe breake the Clouds; as did the Wiues of lewry.
At Herods bloody-hunting llaughter-men.
What fay you ? Will you yeeld,and this auoyd?
Or guiltie in defence, be thus deftroy'd.
Enter Gouernour.
Gouer. Our expeflation hath this day an end :
The Dolphin, whom of Succours we entreated,
Returnes vs, that his Powers are yet not ready.
To rayfe fo great a Siege : Therefore great King,
We yeeld our Towne and Lines to thy foft Mercy :
Enter our Gates, difpofe of vs and ours.
For we no longer are defenfible.
King. Open your Gates: Come Vnckle Exeter,
Goe you and enter Harflew ; there remaine.
And fortifie it ftrongly 'gainft the French :
Vfe mercy to them all for vs, deare Vnckle.
The Winter comming on,and Sicknefle growing
Vpon our Souldiers, we will retyre to Calis.
To night in Harflew will we be your Gueft,
To morrow for the March are we addreft.
Flourijh, and enter the Towne.
Enter Katherine and an old Gentlewoman.
Kathe. jilice, tu oó eße en Angleterre, Û" tu tien parlai
le Language.
Alice. En peu Madame.
Kath. le te prie m'enßgnieto, il faut que te apprend a par.
len : Comient appelle vous le main en Angloù ?
Alice. Le main il & appelle de Hand.
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Kûîb. Hand,
Alice. E le doyts.
Kat. Le doytiy mafoy le oublie, e doyt mays, te me fouemeray
le doyti te fenje qu 'ils ont appelle de fingres, ou de fingres.
Alice. Le main de Hand, le doyts le Fingres, ie penje que ie
fuù le bon efcbolier.
Katb. Pay gaynie diux mots d* Anglcù n/ißement, cornent
appelle njoui le ongles ?
Al'ice. Le ongles,les appelions de Nayles,
Katb. De Nayles ejcoute : dites moy, ß ie parle bien : de
Hand, de Fingres, e de Nayles.
Alice. Ceß bien di£i Madame,il Ù" fort bon Anglots.
Katb. Dites moy F Angloù pour le bras.
Alice. De Arme, Madame.
Katb. E de coudee.
Alice. D^Elboxp.
Katb. D^Elbovp : le men fay le repiticio de touts les mots
que vous ma'ves,apprins des a prejent.
Alice. Il & trop difficile Madame,comme lepenfe.
Katb. Excufe moy tAlice ejcoute, d'Hand, de Fingre, de
Nayles, d'Arma, de ^'ilbovp.
Alice. DElhore, Madame.
Kath. 0 Seigneur Dieu, ie men oublie dSlborv,cornent ap'
pelle votes le col.
Alice. De Nicli, Madame.
Katb. De Nicl^^, e le menton.
Alice. De Chin.
Katb. De Sin : le col de N'tcb^, le menton de Sin.
Alice. Ouy. Sauf voßre honneur en vérité votes pronoun*
des les mots auf droifî, que le Natifs d'Angleterre.
Katb. le ne doute point d'apprendre par de grace de Dieu,
& en peu de temps.
Al'ice. N'aue vos y defia oublie ce que le vous a enßgnte.
Katb. Nome ie recitera a vous promptement, d'Hand, de
Fingre, de Maylees.
Alice. De Nayles, Madame.
Katb. De Nayles,de Arme, de Ilbovp.
tAlice. Sans voßre bonetes d'Elbotr.
Kath. Ainß de te d'ElhoTti,de Nic/^, & de Sin: cornent ap¬
pelle vous les pied Ó* de roba.
Alice. Le Foot Madame, & le Count.
Katb. Le Foot, Ó* le Count : O Seignieur Dieu, il font le
mots de fon mauvaù corruptible grojfe & impudique, & non
pour le ^Darnes de Honeur d'vj'er : le ne voudray pronouncer ce
mots deuant le Seigneurs de France,pour toute le monde, fo le
Foot Ó* le Count, néant moys, le recitera vn autrefoys ma leçon
enjembe, d'Hand, de Fingre, de Nayles, d'Arme, d Elbow, de
Nic\, de Sin,de Foot, le Count.
Alice. Excellent, Madame.
Katb, Ceß aß'es pour vne f oyes, alons noué a diner.
Sxit.
Enter the King of France, the Dolphin, the
Qonßable of France, and others.
King. *Tis certaine he hath pail the Riuer Some.
Conß. And if he be not fought withaU,my Lord,
Let vs not Hue in France : let vs quit ail,
And giue our Vineyards to a barbarous People.
Dolpb. 0 HDieu viuant : Shall a few Sprayea of vs,
The emptying of our Fathers Luxurie,
Our Syens,put in wilde and fauage Stock,
Spirt vp fo fuddenly into the Clouds,
And ouer-looke their Grafters f
^rir.Normans, but bailard Normans, Norman baftards:
Mort du ma vie, if they march along
Vnfought withall, but I will fell my Dukedome,
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8 o The Life of Henry the Ff t.
To buy a ilobbry and a durtie Fame
In that nooke-lhotten lie of Albion.
Cortji. Dieu de 'Battailei,Vi\itre haue they this mettell.'
Is not their Clymate foggy, raw, and dull?
On whom,as in defpight, the Sunne lookes pale.
Killing their Fruit with frownes. Can fodden Water,
A Drench for fur-reyn'd lades, their Barly broth,
Decofl their cold blood to fuch valiant heat ?
And lhall our quick blood, fpirited with Wine,
Seeme froftie í O, for honor of our Land,
Let vs not hang like roping Ifyckles
Vpon our Houfes Thatch, whiles a more froftie People
Sweat drops of gallant Youth in our rich fields :
Poore we call them, in their Natiue Lords.
Dolphin. By Faith and Honor,
Our Madames mock at vs,and plainely fay.
Our Mettell is bred out. and they will glue
Their bodyes to the Luft ofEnglilh Youth,
To new-ftore France with Baftard Warriors.
Brit. They bid vs to the Englilh Dancing-Schooles,
And teach Lauoltas high, and fwift Carrante's ,
Saying, our Grace is onely in our Heeles,
And that we are moft loftie Run-awayes.
King. Where is Montioy the Herald? fpeed him hence.
Let him greet England with our ftiarpe defiance.
Vp Princes,and with fpirit of Honor edged.
More fliarper then your Swords,high to the field :
Charles De/airrfi, High Confiable of France,
You Dukes of Orleance,'Burbon,Ar\i of Berry,
tAlanJon,'Brahant,'Bar,and Burgonie,
laques Chattillion, Rambures, Vandemont,
Deumont, Çrand Free, Roujft, and Faulconbridge,
Leys, Leßrale, Bouciquall, nnà Char aloyes,
High Dukes,great Princes,Barons,Lords,and Kings;
For your great Seats, now quit you of great lhames :
Barre Harry England,that fweepes through our Land
With Penons painted in the blood of Harflew :
Rulh on his Hoaft,as doth the melted Snow
Vpon the Valleyes, whofe low Vaflall Seat,
The Alpes doth fpit,and void his rhewme vpon,
Goe downe vpon him, you haue Power enough.
And in a Captine Chariot, into Roan
Bring him our Prifoner.
Conñ. This becomes the Great.
Sorry am I his numbers are fo few.
His Souldiers fick,and familht in their March:
For I am fure,when he lhall fee our Army,
Hee'le drop his heart into the fmck of feare.
And for atchieuement, offer vs his Ranfome.
King. Therefore Lord Confiable,haft on Montioy,
And let him fay to England,that we fend.
To know what willing Ranfome he will glue.
Prince Dolphin,yo\s lhall ftay with vs in Roan.
Dolph. Not fo,I doe befeech your Maieftie.
King. Be patient,for you fliall remaine with vs.
Now forth Lord Conftable,and Princes all.
And quickly bring vs word of Englands fall. Exeunt.
Enter Qaptaines, Englißj and JVelch, Qoxoer
and Fluellen.
Gower. How now Captaine Fluellen, come you from
the Bridge ?
Flu. I affure you, there is very excellent Seruiçes com¬
mitted at the Bridge.
Gower. Is the Duke of Exeter fafe ?
Flu. The Duke of Exeter is as magnanimous as xiga-
memnon, and a man that I loue and honour with my foule,
and my heart, and my dutie, and my Hue, and my liuing,
and my vttermoft power. He is not, God be prayfed and
bleffed, any hurt in the World, but keepes the Bridge
moft valiantly, with excellent difcipline. There is an aun-
chient Lieutenant there at the Pridge, I thinke in my very
confcience hee is as valiant a man as Marke Anthony, and
hee is a man of no eftimation in the World, but I did fee
him doe as gallant feruice.
Gower. What doe you call him ?
Flu. Hee is call'd aunchient Tißoll.
Gower. I know him not.
Enter Pißoll.
Flu. Here is the man.
Fiß. Captaine, I thee befeech to doe me fauours: the
Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well.
Flu. I, I prayfe God, and I haue merited fome loue at
his hands.
Pisi. Bardolph, a Souldier firme and found of heart,
and of buxome valour, hath by cruell Fate, and giddie
Fortunes furious fickle Wheele,that Goddeffe blind, that
ftands vpon the rolling reftleffe Stone.
Flu. By your patience, aunchient Vißoll t Fortune is
painted blinde, with a Muffler afore his eyes, to fignifie
to you, that Fortune is blinde ; and ftiee is painted alfo
with a Wheele, to fignifie to you, which is the Morall of
it, that Ihee is turning and inconftant, and mutabilitie,
and variation : and her foot, looke you, is fixed vpon a
Sphericall Stone, which rowles, and rowles,and rowles:
In good truth, the Poet makes a moft excellent defcripti-
on of it : Fortune is an excellent Morall.
Piß. Fortune is Bardolphs foe, and frownes on him :
for he hath ftolne a Pax,and hanged muft a be : a damned
death : let Gallowes gape for Dogge, let Man goe free,
and let not Hempe his Wind-pipe fuffocate : but Exeter
hath giuen the doome of death, for Pax of little price.
Therefore goe fpeake, the Duke will heare thy voyce ;
and let not Dardclphs vitall thred bee cut with edge of
Penny-Cord, and vile reproach, Speake Captaine for
his Life, and I will thee requite.
Flu. Aunchient fißoll, I doe partly vnderftand your
meaning.
Piß. Why then reioyce therefore.
Flu. Certainly Aunchient, it is not a thing to reioyce
at : for if, looke you, he were my Brother, 1 would delire
the Duke to vfe his good pleafure, and put him to execu¬
tion ; for difcipline ought to be vfed.
Piß. Dye,and be dam'd,and Figo for thy friendlhip.
Flu. It is well.
Piß. The Figge of Spaine, Exit.
Flu. Very good.
Genfer. Why, this is an arrant counterfeit Rafcall, I
remember him now : a Bawd,a Cut-purie.
Flu. He affure you, a vtt'red as praue words at the
Pridge,as you lhall fee in a Summers day : but it is very
well: what he ha'sfpoke to me, that is well I warrant you,
when time is ferue.
Goner. Why 'tis a Gull,a Foole,a Rogue, that now and
then goes to the Warres,to grace himfel/e at his returne
into London, vnder the forme of a Souldier : and fuch
fellowes are perfit in the Great Commanders Names,and
they will learne you by rote where Seruices were done;
at fuch and fuch a Sconce, at fuch a Breach,atfuch a Con-
uoy : who came off brauely, who was fhot, who dif-
grac'd,what termes the Enemy flood on : and this they
conne perfitly in the phrafe of Warre ; which they tricke
vp
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vp with new-tuned Oathes: and what a Beard of the Ge¬
neralis Cut, and a horride Sute of the Campe, will doe a-
mong fuming Bottles, and Ale-walht Wits, is wonder-
full to be thought on: but you muft learne to know fuch
/landers of the age, or elfe you may be maruelloufly mi-
ftooke*
Flu, I tell you what,Captaine Gotven I doe perceiue
hee is not the man that hee would gladly make /hew to
the World hee is : if I finde a hole in his Coat, I will tell
him my minde: hearke you, the King is comming, and 1
muft fpeake with him from the Fridge.
^rum and Colours. Enter the King and his
f>oore Souldiers,
Flu. God plelîe your Maieftie.
King.Hov/ now F/«e//¿w,cam'ft thou from the Bridge?
Flu. J, fo pleafe your Maieftie ; The Duke of Exeter
ha*s very gallantly maintained the Fridge j the French is
gone oft, looke you, and there is gallant and moft praue
pa/Tages : marry, theathuerfarie was haue poife/non of
the Fridge, but he is enforced to retyre,and the Duke of
Exeter is Mafter of the Fridge : I can tell your Maieftie,
the Duke is a praue man.
King. What men haue you Xo^^Fluellenf
Flu. The perdition of th'athuerfarie hath beene very
great, reafonnable great : marry for my part,I thinke the
Duke hath loft neuer a man, but one that is like to be exe¬
cuted for robbing a Church, one '^ardolphfú your Maie¬
ftie know the man : his face is all bubukles and whelkes,
and knobs, and fiâmes a fire, and his lippes blowes at his
nofe, and it is like a coale of fire, fometimes piew, and
fometimes red , but his nofe is executed, and his fire^s
out.
King. Wee would haue all fuch o/Fendors fo cut off :
and we giue expreffe charge,that in our Marches through
the Countrey, there be nothing compell'd from the Vil¬
lages; nothing taken, but pay'd for : none of the French
vpbrayded or abufed in difdainefull Language; for when
Leuitie and Crueltie play for a Kingdome , the gentler
Gamefter is the fooneft winner.
Tucket. Enter Mountioy.
Mountioy. You know me by my habit.
King, Well then, I know thee : what /hall I know of
thee
Mountioy. My Matters mind.
King. Vnfold it.
Mountioy. Thus fayes my King : Say thou to Harry
of England, Though we feem'd dead, we did but fleepe:
Aduantage is a better Souldier then raihneffe. Tell him,
wee could haue rebuk'd him at Harflewe, but that wee
thought not good to bruife an iniurie, till it were full
ripe. Now wee fpeake vpon our Q^and our voyce is im-
periall ; England /hall repent his folly, fee his weake-
neffe, and admire our fufferance. Bid him therefore con-
fider of his ranfome, which muft proportion the loffes we
haue borne, the fubiedts we haue loft, the difgrace we
haue digefted ; which in weight to re-anfwer, his petti-
neffe would bow vnder. For our loffes, his Exchequer is
too poore ; for th'cffufion of our bloud, the Mufter of his
Kingdome too faint a number; and for our difgrace, his
owne perfon kneeling at our feet, but a weake and worth-
Icffe fatisfadlion. To this adde defiance: and tell him for
conclufion, he hath betrayed his followers, whofe con¬
demnation is pronounc*t : So farre my King and Mafter;
fo much my Office.
King. What is thy name.^ I know thy qualitie.
Mount. oTMountioy,
King. Thou doo'ft thy Office falrely. Turne thee back,
And tell thy King, I doe not feeke him now,
But could be willing to march on to Callice,
Without impeachment : for to fay the footh,
Though 'tis no wifdome to confeffe fo much
Vnto an enemie of Craft and Vantage,
My people are with fickneffe much enfeebled.
My numbers leffen'd : and thofe few I baue,
Almoft no better then fo many French ;
Who when they were in health, I tell thee Herald,
I thought, vpon one payre of Englifti Legges
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet forgiue me God,
That 1 doe bragge thus; this your ayre of France
Hath blowne that vice in me, I muft repent :
Goe therefore tell thy Mafter, heere I am ;
My Ranfome,is this frayle and worthleffe Trünke;
My Army, but a weake and fickly Guard :
Yet God before,tell him we will come on,
Though France himfelfe, and fuch another Neighbor
Stand in our way. There's for thy labour oMouniioy.
Goe bid thy Mafter well aduife himfelfe«
If we may paffe,we will : if we be Kindred,
We ihall your tawnie ground with your red blood
Difcolour : and fo cMounticy^ fare you well.
The fumme of all our Anfwer is but this :
We would not feeke a Battaiie as we are,
Nor as we are,we fay we will not ihun it :
So tell your Mafter,
çMount, 1 lhall deliuer fo : Thankes to your High-
neffe,
Glouc, I hope they will not come vpon vs now«
King. We are in Gods hand, Brother, not in theirs :
March to the Bridge, it now drawes toward night.
Beyond the Riuer wee'le encampe our felues,
And on to morrow bid them march away. Exeunt,
Enter the Confiable of France, the Lord Ramburs,
Orleance, Dolphin, veith others.
Confi. Tut, I haue the beft Armour of the World:
would it were day.
Orleance. You haue an excellent Armour : but let my
Horfe haue his due.
Confi. It is the beft Horfe of Europe,
Orleance. Will it neuer be Morning í
Dolpb.lAy Lord of Orleance, and my Lord High Con-
ftable,you talke of Horfe and Armour?
Orleance. You are as well prouided of both, as any
Prince in the World.
Dolph. What a long Night is this? I will not change
my Horfe with any that treades but on foure poftures :
ch'ha : he bounds from the Earth,as if his entrayles were
hayres ; le Cheual 'volante, the Pegafus, ches les narines de
feu.^ben I beftryde him,I foare,I am a Hawke: he trots
the ayre : the Earth fings, when he touches it : the bafeft
home of his hoofe, is more Muficall then the Pipe of
Hermes.
Orleance. Hee's of the colour of the Nutmeg,
Dolph. And of the heat of the Ginger. It is a Beaft
for Per/cue : hee is pure Ayre and Fire ; and the dull Ele¬
ments of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him, but on¬
ly in patient ftillneffe while his Rider mounts him : hee
is indeede a Horfe, and all other lades you may call
Beafts.
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Conß. Indeed my Lord, it is a moft abfolute and ex¬
cellent Horfe.
Dolph. It is the Prince of Palfrayes, his Neigh is like
the bidding of a Monarch, and his countenance enforces
Homage.
OrUance. No more Coufin.
Dolph. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from
the rifing of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe,
varie deferued prayfe on my Palfray : it is a Theame as
fluent as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues,
and my Horfe is argument for them all ; 'tis a fubieft
for a Soueraigne to reafon on, and for a Soueraignes So-
ueraigne to ride on : And for the World,familiar to vs,
and vnknowne , to lay apart their particular Funflions,
and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his prayfe,
and began ih\xs,lVo)¡der of Nature.
OrUance. I haue heard a Sonnet begin fo to ones Mi-
ftrefle.
Dolph. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd
to my Courfer,for my Horfe is my Miftrefle.
OrUance. Your Miftrefle beares well.
Dolph. Me well, which is the prefcript prayfe and per-
feflion of a good and particular Miftrefle.
Conß. Nay, for me thought yefterday your Miftrefle
Ihrewdly Ihooke your back.
Dolph. So perhaps did yours.
Conß. Mine was not bridled.
Dolph. O then belike flie was old and gentle, and you
rode like a Kerne of Ireland,your French Hofe oíF,and in
your ftrait Stroflers.
Conß. You haue good iudgement in Horfeman-
Ihip.
Dolph. Be warn'd by me then : they that ride fo, and
ride not warily, fall into foule Hoggs : I had rather haue
my Horfe to my Miftrefle.
Conß. I had as liue haue my Miftrefle a lade.
Dolph. I tell thee Conftable, my Miftrefle weares his
owne hayre.
Conß. I could make as true a boaft as that, if I had a
Sow to my Miftrefle.
Dolph. Le chien eß retourne a Jon propre 'vemijfement eß
la Uuye lauee au hourhUr:thou mak'ft vfe of any thing.
Conß. Yet doe I not vfe my Horfe for my Miftrefle,
or any fuch Prouerbe,fo little kin to the purpofe.
Ramh. My Lord Conftable, the Armour that I faw in
your Tent to night,are thofe Starres or Sunnes vpon it?
Conß. Starres my Lord.
Dolph. Some of them will fall to morrow, I hope.
Conß. And yet my Sky ftiall not want.
Dolph. That may be, for you beare a many fuperflu-
oufly, and 'twere more honor feme were away.
Conß. Eu'n as your Horfe beares your prayfes, who
would trot as well, were fome of your bragges difmoun-
ted.
Dolph. Would I were able to loade him with his de-
fert. Will it neuer be day? I will trot to morrow a mile,
and my way fliall be paued with Englifli Faces.
Conß. I will not fay fo, for feare I fliould be fac't out
of my way : but I would it were morning, for I would
faine be about the eares of the Englilh.
Ramh. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie
Prifoners ?
Conß. You muft firft goe your felfe to hazard, ere you
haue them.
Dolph, 'Tis Mid-night, He goe arme my felfa. Exit,
OrUance.The Dolphin longs for morning.
Ramh. He longs to eate the Englilh.
Conß. I thinke he will eate all he kills.
OrUance. By the white Hand of my Lady,hee's a gal¬
lant Prince,
Conß. Sweare by her Foot, that Ihe may tread out the
Oath.
OrUance. He is limply the moft afliue Gentleman of
France.
Conß. Doing is afliuitie, and he will ftill be doing.
OrUance. He neuer did harme, that I heard of.
Conß. Nor will doe none to morrow: hee will keepe
that good name ftill.
OrUance. I know him to be valiant.
Conß, I was told that, by one that knowes him better
then you.
OrUance. What's hee ?
Conß. Marry hee told me fo himfelfe, and hee fayd hee
car'd not who knew it.
OrUance. Hee needes not, it is no hidden vertue in
him.
ConSl. By my faith Sir,but it is : neuer any body faw
it,but his Lacquey: 'tis a hooded valour, and when it
appeares, it will bare.
OrUance. Ill will neuer fayd well.
Conß. I will cap that Prouerbe with. There is flatterie
in friendlhip.
OrUance. And I will take vp that with,Giue the Deuill
his due.
Conß. Well plac't : there ftands your friend for the
Deuill : haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with , A
Pox of the Deuill.
OrUance. You are the better at Prouerbs,by how much
a Fooles Bolt is foone fliot.
Conñ. You haue (hot ouer.
OrUance. 'Tis not the firft time you were ouer-lhot.
Enter a Mejfenger,
Meß". My Lord high Conftable, the Englilh lye within
fifteene hundred paces of your Tents.
Conß. Who hath meafur'd the ground?
Meff. The Lord Qrandpree.
Conß. A valiant and moft expert Gentleman. Would
it were day ? Alas poore Harry of England : hee longs
not for the Dawning, as wee doe.
OrUance. What a wretched and peeuilh fellow is this
King of England, to mope with bis fat-brain'd followers
fo farre out of his knowledge.
Conß. If the Englilh had any apprehenlion , they
would runne away.
OrUance. That they lack : for if their heads had any in-
telleiluall Armour, they could neuer weare fuch heauie
Head-pieces.
Ramh. That Hand of England breedes very valiant
Creatures j their Maftiflés are of vnmatchable cou-
rage.
OrUance. Foolilh Curres, that runne winking into
the mouth of a Ruflian Beare, and haue their heads crulht
like rotten Apples : you may as well fay, that's a valiant
Flea , that date eate his breakefaft on the Lippe of a
Lyon.
Conß. luft, iuft : and the men doe fympathize with
the Maftiffes, in robuftious and rough comming on,
leaning their Wits with their Wiues : and then giue
them great Meales of Beefe, and Iron and Steele; they
will eate like Wolues,and fight like Deuils.
OrUance. 1,
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Orleance. I, but thefe Englifli are ihrowdly out of
Beefe.
Oinñ. Then ihall we finde to morrow,they haue only
ilomackes to eate, and none to fight. Now is it time to
arme : come,lhall we about it f
Orleance. It is now two a Clock: but let me fee, by ten
Wee lhall haue each a hundred Englilh men. Exeunt,
zASius Ter tins.
Chorus.
Now entertaine conieiture of a time,
When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke
Fills the wide VeíÍell of the Vniuerfe,
From Camp to Camp, through the foule Womb of Night
The Hümme of eyther Army ililly founds ;
That the fixt Centinels almoft receiue
The fecret Whifpers of each others Watch,
Fire anfwers ñre,and through their paly flames
Each Battaîle fees the others vmber'd face.
Steed threatens Steed, in high and boaftfull Neighs
Piercing the Nights dull Bare : and from the Tents,
The Armourers accompliihing the Knights,
With bufie Hammers doling Rluets vp.
Glue dreadfull note of preparation.
The Countrey Cocks doe crow, the Clocks doc towle:
And the third howre of drowfie Morning nam*d,
Prowd of their Numbers, and fecure in Soule,
The confident and ouer-luftie French,
Doe the low-rated Englifh play at Dice 5
And chide the creeple-tardy-gated Night,
Who like a foule and ougly Witch doth limpe
So tedioully away. The poore condemned Englifh,
Like Sacriñces,by their watchfull Fires
Sit patiently, and inly ruminate
The Mornings danger : and their gefture fad,
Inuefling lanke-leane Cheekes,and Warre-worne Coats,
Prefented them vnto the gazing Moone
So many horride Choirs. O now, who will behold
The Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band
Walking from Watch to Watch,from Tent to Tent 5
Let him cry,Prayfe and Glory on his head :
For forth he goes,and vifits all his Hoaft,
Bids them good morrow with a modell Smyle,
And calls them Brothers,Friends,and Countreymen.
Vpon his Royall Face there is no note,
How dread an Army hath enrounded him 3
Nor doth he dedicate one lot of Colour
Vnto the wearie and all-watched Night :
But frefhly lookes,and ouer-beares Attaint,
With chearefiill femblance,and fweet Maieftie :
That euery Wretch,pining and pale before.
Beholding him,plucks comfort from his Lookes.
A Largeiie vniuerfaU,like the Sunne,
His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one,
Thawing cold feare,that meane and gentle all
Behold, as may vnworthineíTe dehne.
A little touch of Harry in the Night,
And fo our Scene muR to the Battaile Aye :
Where, O for pitty,we (hall much difgrace.
With foure or hue moft vile and ragged foyles,
(Right ill difposM, in brawle ridiculous)
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The Name of Agincourt : Yet fit and fee,
Minding true things, by what their Mock'ries bee.
Exit.
Enter the Kingy^edfordyOnd Glouceßer.
King. G/oßerf*tis true that we are in great danger.
The greater therefore fhould our Courage be.
God morrow Brother 'Bedford : God Almightie,
There is feme foule of goodnefTe in things euill.
Would men obferuingly diftill it out.
For our bad Neighbour makes vs early llirrers,
Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.
BefideSjthey are our outward Confciences,
And Preachers to vs all ; admonilhing,
That we fhould dreíTe vs fairely for our end.
Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
And makeaMorall of the Diuell himfelfe.
Enter Erpingham.
Good morrow old Sir Thomas Srpingham :
A good foft Pillow for that good white Head,
Were better then a churlifh turfe of France.
Erping. Not fo my Liege,this Lodging likes me better,
Since I may fay, now lye I like a King.
King. "Tis good for men to loue their prefent paines,
Vpon example, fo the Spirit is eafed :
And when the Mind is quickned,out of doubt
The Organs,though defunét and dead before,
Breake vp their drowfie Graue, and newly moue
With called ilough,and frefh legeritie.
Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas : Brothers both,
Commend me to the Princes in our Campe j
Doe my good morrow to them,and anon
Defire them all to my Pauillion.
Gtoßer, We fhall,my Liege.
Erping, Shall I attend your Grace?
King. No,my good Knight:
Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England :
I and my Bofome muft debate a while.
And then I would no other company.
Erping, The Lord in Heauen bleíTe thee , Noble
Harry, Exeunt.
King. God a mercy old Heart , thou fpeak'ft cheare-
fully. Enter Pißoll.
Piß, Q,he vous la ?
King. A friend.
Piß. DifcuíTe vnto me , art thou Officer, or art thou
bafe, common, and popular ?
King. I am a Gentleman of a Company.
Piß. Trayl'ft thou the puilTant Fyke ?
King. Euen fo : what are you ?
Piß. As good a Gentleman as the Emperor.
King. Then you are a better then the King*
Piß, The King's a Bawcock, and a Heart of Gold, a
Lad of Life, an Impe of Fame, of Parents good, of Fift
moft valiant : I kifife his durtie fhooe , and from heart-
ftring I loue the louely Bully* What is thy Name f
King. Harry le Roy.
Pß.Le Roy} a Cornifti Name: art thou of Cornilh Crew?
King. No, I am a Welchman.
Piß. Know'ft thou Fluellen ?
King. Yes.
Piß. Tell him He knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon
S. T)auies day.
King. Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe
that day,leaft he knock that about yours.
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f iß. Art thou his friend ?
King. And his Kinfman too.
Pifl. The Figo for thee then.
King, I thanke you: God be with you.
Piß. My name is Piiloi call'd. Exit.
King, It forts well with your fierceneffe.
Manet King.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Gower. Captaine Fluellen.
Flu. 'So, in the Name of lefu Chrift, fpeake fewer : it
is the greateft admiration in the vniuerfall World, when
the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the
Warres is not kept : if you would take the paines but to
examine the Warres of Pompey the Great,you lhall finde,
I warrant you,that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble ba¬
ble in Pompeyes Campe : I warrant you, you fhall finde
the Ceremonies of the Warres, and the Cares of it, and
the Formes of it,and the Sobrietie of it,and the Modeftie
of it, to be otherwife,
Gower. Why the Enemie is lowd, you heare him all
Night.
Flu. If the Enemie is an AfTe and a Foole, and a pra¬
ting Coxcombe ; is it meet, thinke you, that wee fhould
aIfo,looke you, be an AfTe and a Foole, and a prating Cox¬
combe,in your owne confcience now.'
Gow. I will fpeake lower.
Flu. I pray you, and befeech you, that you will. Exit.
King. Though it appeare a little out of fafhion.
There is much care and valour in this Welchman.
Enter three Souldiers, lohn 'Bates, ailexander Court,
and Michael JVilliams.
Court. Brother lohn Bates , is not that the Morning
which breakes yonder
Bates. I thinke it be : but wee haue no great caufe to
defire the approach of day.
JVilliams. Wee fee yonder the beginning of the day,
but I thinke wee lhall neuer fee the end of it. Who goes
there
King. A Friend.
JVilliams. Vnder what Captaine ferue you î
King. Vnder Sir John Erpingham.
JVilliams. A good old Commander, and a moil kinde
Gentleman : I pray you, what thinkes he of our eftate
King. Euen as men wrackt vpon a Sand, that looke to
be wafiit off the next Tyde.
Bates. He hath not told his thought to the King.'
King. No : nor it is not meet he fhould : for though I
fpeake it to you, I thinke the King is but a man, as 1 am :
the Violet fmells to him, as it doth to me ; the Element
fhewes to him, as it doth to me ; all his Sences haue but
humane Conditions : his Ceremonies layd by, in his Na-
kedneffe he appeares but a man ; and though his afiefli-
ons are higher mounted then ours, yet when they floupe,
they floupe with the like wing : therefore, when he fees
reafon of feares,as we doe ; his feares, out of doubt, be of
the fame rellifh as ours are : yet in reafon, no man fhould
poffelTe him with any appearance of feare ; leafl hee, by
fhewing it, fhould dis-hearten his Army.
Bates. He may fhew what outward courage he will :
but I beleeue, as cold a Night as 'tis, hee could wifh him-
felfe in Thames vp to the Neck ; and Co I wauld he were,
and I by him, at all aduentures, fo we were quit here.
King. By my troth, 1 will fpeake my confcience of the
King : I thinke hee would not wifh himfelfe any where,
but where hee is.
"Bates. Then I would he were here alone; fo fhould he be
fure to be ranfomed,and a many poore mens hues faued.
King. I dare fay, you loue him not fo ill, to wifh him
here alone : howfoeuer you fpeake this to feele other
mens minds, me thinks I could not dye any where fo con¬
tented, as in the Kings company; his Caufe being iull,and
his Quarrell honorable.
JVlliams. That's more then we know.
"Bates. I,or more then wee fhould feeke after; for wee
know enough, if wee know wee are the Kings Subieils :
if his Caufe be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes
the Cryme of it out of vs.
• JVilliams. But if the Caufe be not good, the King him¬
felfe hath a heauie Reckoning to make , when all thofe
Legges, and Armes, and Heads, chopt off in a Battaile,
fhall ioyne together at the latter day, and cry all. Wee dy¬
ed at fuch a place, fome fwearing, fome crying for a Sur-
gean ; fome vpon their Wiucs, left poore behind them ;
fome vpon the Debts they owe, fome vpon their Children
rawly left : I am afear'd, there are few dye well, that dye
in a Battaile : for how can they charitably difpofe of any
thing,when Blood is their argument.' Now,ifthefe men
doe not dye well, it will be a black matter for the King,
that led them to it ; who to difobey, were againfl all pro¬
portion of fubieilion.
King. So, if a Sonne that is by his Father fent about
Merchaiidize,doe finfully mifcarry vpon the Sea;the im¬
putation of his wickedneffe, by your rule, fhould be im-
pofed vpon his Father that fent him : or if a Seruant, vn¬
der his Mafiers command, trahfporting a fumroe of Mo¬
ney, be affayled by Robbers,and dye in many irreconcil'd
Iniquities; you may call the bufinelfe of the Mailer the
author of the Seruants damnation : but this is not fo:
The King is not bound to anfwer the particular endings
of his Souldiers, the Father of his Sonne, nor the Malier
of his Seruant ; for they purpofe not their death , when
they purpofe their feruices. Befides,there is no King, be
his Caufe neuer fo fpotleffe, if it come to the arbitre-
ment of Swords, can trye it out with all vnfpotted Soul,
diets : fbme ( peraduenture ) haue on them the guilt of
premeditated and contriued Murther ; fome, of begui¬
ling Virgins with the broken Scales of Periurie ; fome,
making the Warres their Bulwarke, that haue before go¬
red the gentle Bofome of Peace with Pillage and Robbe-
rie. Novv, if thefe men haue defeated the Law, and out-
runne Natiue punifhment ; though they can out-llrip
men, they haue no wings to flye from God- Warre is
his Beadle, Warre is his Vengeance : fo that here men
are punifht, for before breach of the Kings Lawes, in
now the Kings Quarrell : where they feared the death,
they haue borne life away ; and where they would bee
fafe, they perifh. Then if they dye vnprouided,no more
is the King guiltie of their damnation, then hee was be¬
fore guiltie of thofe Impieties , for the which they are
now vifited. Euery Subieils Dutie is the Kings , but
euery Subieils Soule is his owne. Therefore fhould
euery Souldier in the Warres doe as euery ficke man in
his Bed, wafh euery Moth out of his Confcience : and
dying fo. Death is to him aduantage ; or not dying,
the time was bleffedly loll, wherein fuch preparation was
gayned : and in him that efcapes, it were not finne to
thinke, that making God fo free an offer,he let him out¬
line that day, to fee his GreatnefTe, and to teach others
how they fhould prepare.
JVill. 'Tis
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IVtll. 'Tis certaine, euery man that dyes ill, the ill vpon
his owne head, the King is not to anfwer it.
'Bates. 1 doe not defire hee Ihould anfwer for me, and
yet I determine to fight luftily for him.
King. I my felfe heard the King fay he would not be
ranfom'd.
WUl. I, hee faid fo, to make vs fight chearefiilly : but
when our throats are cut, hee may be ranfom'd, and wee
ne're the wifer.
King. If I liue to fee it, I will neuer truft his word af¬
ter.
fVill. You pay him then : that's a perillous Ihot out
of an Elder Günne, that a poore and a priuate difpleafure
can doe againft a Monarch : you may as well goe about
to turne the Sunne to yce,with fanning in his face with a
Peacocks feather : You'le neuer truft his word after ;
come, 'tis a foolilh faying.
King, Your reproofe is fomething too round,I Ihould
be angry with you, if the time were conuenient.
JVdl. Let it bee a Quarrell betweene vs , if you
liue.
King, I embrace it.
Will, How lhall I know thee againe
King. Giue me any Gage of thine, and I will weare it
in my Bonnet : Then if euer thou dar'ft acknowledge it,
I will make it my Quarrell.
Will. Heere's my Gloue : Giue mee another of
thine.
King. There.
Will. This will I alfo weare in my Cap : if euer thou
come to me, and fay,after to morrow. This is my Gloue,
by this Hand I will take thee a box on the eare.
King. If euer I liue to fee it, I will challenge it.
Will. Thou dar'ft as well be hang'd.
King. Well, I will doe it, though I take thee in the
Kings com pa nie.
Will. Keepe thy word : fare thee well.
"Bates. Be friends you Englilh fooles, be friends, wee
haue French Qu^arrels enow, if you could tell how to rec¬
kon. Exit Souldiers,
King. Indeede the French may lay twentie French
Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare them
on their Ihoulders : but it is no Englilh Treafon to cut
French Crownes, and to morrow the King himfelfe will
be a Clipper.
Vpon the King,let vs our Liues,our Soules,
Our Debts,our carefull Wiues,
Our Children,and our Sinnes,lay on the King:
We muft beare all.
O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnefle,
Subieâ to the breath of euery foole,whofe fence
No more can feele, but his owne wringing.
What infinite hearts-eafe muft Kings negleél.
That priuate men enioy f
And what haue Kings, that Priuates haue not too,
Saue Ceremonie, faue generali Ceremonie ?
And what art thou,thou Idoll Ceremonie.'
What kind of God art thou? that liilfer'ft more
Of mortal! griefes, then doe thy worlhippers.
What are thy Rentsi what are thy Commings in
O Ceremonie, Ihew me but thy worth.
What ? is thy Soule of Odoration ?
Art thou ought elfe but Place, Degree, and Forme,
Creating awe and feare in other men ?
Wherein thou art lefle happy, being fear'd.
Then they in fearing.
Whatdrink'ft thouoft,in ftead of Homage fweet.
But poyfon'd flatterie ? O, be fick, great Greatnefle,
And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure.
Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out
With Titles blowne from Adulation ?
Will it giue place to flexure and low bending i
Canft thou, when thou command'!! the beggers knee.
Command the health of it ? No, thou prowd Dreame,
That play'ft fo fubtilly with a Kings Repofe.
I am a King that find thee : and I know,
'Tis not the Balme,the Scepter,and the Ball,
The Sword,the Mafe,the Crowne Imperiall,
The enter-tilfued Robe of Gold and Pearle,
The fârfed Title running 'fore the King,
The Throne he fits on:nor the Tyde of Pompe,
That beates vpon the high Ihore of this World :
No,not all thefe,thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie;
Not all thefe,lay'd in Bed Maiefticall,
Can fleepe fo foundly, as the wretched Slaue:
Who with a body fiird,and vacant mind.
Gets him to reft,cram'd with diftreffefull bread.
Neuer fees horride Night, the Child of Hell :
But like a Lacquey, from the Rife to Set,
Sweates in the eye of Phektu ; and all Night
Sleepes in Slizium : next day after dawne.
Doth rife and helpe Hiperio to his Horfe,
And followes fo the euer-running yeere
With profitable labour to his Graue:
And but for Ceremonie, fuch a Wretch,
Winding vp Dayes with toyle,and Nights with fleepe.
Had the fore-hantf and vantage of a King.
The Slaue, a Member of the Countreyes peace,
Enioyes it ; but in groffe braine little wots.
What watch the King keepes,to maintaine the peace;
Whofe howres, the Pefant beft aduantages.
Enter Brpingham.
Erp. My Lord, your Nobles iealous of your abfence,
Seeke through your Campe to find you.
King. Good old Knight, colleft them all together
At my Tent : He be before thee.
Erp. I lhall doo't, my Lord. Exit.
King. O God of Battailes, fteele my Souldiers hearts,
PoflelTe them not with feare : Take from them now
The fence of reckning of th'oppofed numbers :
Pluck their hearts from them. Not to day, O Lord,
0 not to day, thinke not vpon the fault
My Father made,in compalfing the Crowne.
1 Richards body haue interred new.
And on it haue bellowed more contrite teares.
Then from it iíTued forced drops of blood.
Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay.
Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp
Toward Heauen,to pardon blood:
And I haue built two Chauntries,
Where the fad and folemne Priefts fing ftill
For Richards Soule. More will I doe :
Though all that I can doe, is nothing worth ;
Since that my Penitence comes after all.
Imploring pardon.
Enter Qlouceßer,
Cloue, My Liege.
King, My Brother Ghmceßers voyce ? I :
I know thy errand, I will goe with thee :
The day, my friend, and all things Hay for me.
Exeunt,
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Enter the Dolphin^ Orleanccy Rambursy and
Beaumont,
Orleance, The Sunne doth gild our Armour vp, my
Lords.
H)olth, Monte Cbeual : My Horfe, Uerlot Lacquay :
Ha.
OrUance. Oh braue Spirit.
Dolph, Via les ewes Ó* terre,
Orleance» Rien puü le air & feu.
H)olpb. Cein,ConCin Orleance, Enter Confiable,
Now my Lord Confiable?
Confi, Hearke how our Steedes, for prefent Seruice
neigh.
Dclfh, Mount them,and make incifion in their Hides,
That their hot blood may fpin in Lnglifh eyes,
And doubt them with fuperfluous courage : ha.
Ä<i;7i.What,wil you haue them weep our Horfes blood?
How ihall we then behold their naturall teares?
Enter eLMeJfenger,
c^ejfeng. The Engliih are embattaiPd, you French
Peeres.
Confi, To Horfe you gallant Princes, ftraight to Horfe.
Doe but behold yond poore and ilarued Band,
And your faire íhew íhall fuck away their Soules,
Leauing them but the ihales and huskes of men.
There is not worke enough for all our hands.
Scarce blood enough in all their fickly Veines,
To glue each naked Curtleax a ilayne.
That our French Gallants ihall to day draw out,
And iheath for lack of fport. Let vs but blow on them,
The vapour of our Valour will oVe-lurne them.
'Tis poíitiue againfl all exceptions. Lords,
That our fuperfluous Lacquies,and our Pefants,
Who in vnneceiTarie adlion fwarme
About our Squares of Battaile, were enow
To purge this field of fuch a hilding Foe ;
Though we vpon this Mountaines Bafis by,
Tooke iland for idle fpeculation :
But that our Honours muft not. What's to fay í
A very little little let vs doe.
And all is done : then let the Trumpets found
The Tucket Sonuance,an<i the Note to mount :
For our approach ihall fo much dare the field,
That England ihall couch downe in feare,and yeeld.
Enter Graundpree.
Grandpree.^hy do you ftay fo long, my Lords of France?
Yond Iland Carrions, defperate of their bones,
Ill-fauoredly become the Morning field:
Their ragged Curtaines poorely are let loofe,
And ourAyre ihakes them pafling fcornefully.
Bigge elMars feemes banqu'rout in their begger'd Hoail,
And faintly through a ruftie Beuer peepes.
The Horfemen fit like fixed Candlefticks,
With Torch-ftaues in their hand: and their poore Jades
Lob downe their heads,dropping the hides and hips :
The gumme downe roping from their pale-dead eyes,
And in their pale dull mouthes the lymold Bitt
Lyes foule with chawM-graire,ilill and motionlefle.
And their executors, the knauiih Crowes,
Flye o're them all,impatient for their howre.
Defcription cannot fute it felfe in words.
To demonftrate the Life of fuch a Battaile,
In life fo liueleflcjas it fliewes it felfe.
Confi. They haue faid their prayers.
And they ftay for death.
Dolpb.^hdW we goe fend them Dinners,and frefli Sutes,
And giue their failing Horfes Prouender,
And after fight with them ?
Confi. I ftay but for my Guard : on
To the field,! will the Banner from a Trumpet take,
And vfe it for my hafte. Come,come away,
The Sunne is high, and we out-weare the day. Exeunt.
Enter Gloucefier^ ^edfordy Exeter^ Srpingham
with all bis Hoafi : Salisbury^ and
TVefimerland.
Glouc, Where is the King ?
Bed/, The King himfelfe is rode to view their Bat¬
taile.
fVefi, Of fighting men they haue full threefcore thou-
fand.
8xe. There's fiue to one, befides they all are frelh.
&7/¿i'.Gods Arme ftrike with vs,'tis a fearefull oddes.
God buy' you Princes all { lie to my Charge:
If we no more meet, till we meet in Heauen ;
Then ioyfully,my Noble Lord of Bedford,
My deare Lord Gloucefter,and my good Lord Exeter,
And my kind Kinfman, Warriors all,adieu.
Bei^.Farwell good Salübury^Sc good iuck 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 KindneiTe,
Princely in both.
Enter the King,
iVefi. O that we now had here
But one ten thoufand of thofe men in England,
That doe no worke to day.
King. What's he that wifties fo ?
My Coufin JVefimerland. No,my faire Coufin :
If we are markt to dye, we are enow
To doe our Countrey loffe : and if to liue.
The fewer men, the greater fhare of honour.
Gods will,! pray thee wifh not one man more.
By louey I am not couetous for Gold,
Nor care I who doth feed vpon my coil :
It yernes me not, if men my Garments weare j
Such outward things dwell not in my defires.
But if it be a finne to couet Honor,
I am the moil offending Soule aliue.
No *faith,my Couze,wiih not a man from England :
Gods peace, I would not loofe fo great an Honor,
As one man more me thinkes would ihare from me,
For the beft hope I haue. O, doe not wifh one more :
Rather proclaime it [JVefimerland) through my Hoaft,
That he which hath no ftomack to this fight.
Let him depart, his Pafport ihall be made,
And Crownes for Conuoy put into his Purfe :
We would not dye in that mans companie.
That feares his fellowihip, to dye with vs.
This day is call'd the Feaft of Crifiian :
He that out-Iiues this day, and comes fafe home.
Will iland a tip-toe when this day is named.
And rowfe him at the Name of Crijpian.
He that ihall fee this day, and liue old age.
Will yeerely on the Vigil feail his neighbours.
And iay, to morrow is Saint Qrijpian.
Then will he ilrip his Íleeue,and ihew his skarres :
Old men forget ; yet all ihall be forgot :
But hee'le remember,with aduantages,
What feats he did that day. Then ihall our Names,
Familiar in his mouth as houfehold words,
Harry
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Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter^
IVarwicJi^uá Talhoty Salisbury 2iná Qloucefler,
Be in their flowing Cups freihly remembred.
This flory (hall the good man teach his fonne :
And Cr'tjpint Crijpian /hall neVe goe by,
From this day to the ending of the World,
But we in it ihall be remembred ;
We few,we happy few, we band of brothers:
For he to day that Iheds his blood with me.
Shall be my brother: be he ne're fo vile.
This day /hall gentle his Condition,
And Gentlemen in England, now a bed,
Shall thinke themfelues accurft they were not here;
And hold their Manhoods cheape, whiles any fpeakes.
That fought with vs vpon Saint Crijpines day.
Enter Salisbury,
&7/.My Soueraign Lord,beftow your felfe with fpeed:
The French are brauely in their battailes fet,
And will with all expedience charge on vs.
King, All things are ready, if our minds be fo.
JVef Perifli theman,whofe mind is backward now.
King. Thou do'ft not wiih more helpe from England,
Couze
IVeß. Gods will, my Liege, would you and I alone,
Without more helpe, could fight this Royall battaile.
/TiÄg.Why now thou haft vnwi/htfiue thoufand men:
Which likes me better, then to wi/h vsone.
You know your places : God be with you all.
T^ucket. Enter Montioy.
Mont. Once more I come to know of thee King Harryy
If for thy Ranfome thou wilt now compound,
Before thy moft aflured Ouerthrow:
For certainly, thou art fo neere the Gulfe,
Thou needs muft be englutted. Befides,in mercy
The Gonflable defires thee, thou wilt mind
Thy followers of Repentance ; that their Soules
May make a peacefull and a fweet retyre
From off thefe fields: where(wretches)their poore bodies
Muft lye and fefter.
King. Who hath fent thee now ?
Mont. The Conftable of France.
King. I pray thee beare my former Anfwer back :
Bid them atchieue me, and then fell my bones.
Good God, why ihould they mock poore fellowes thus ?
The man that once did fell the Lyons skin
While the beaft liuM,was kilFd with hunting him.
A many of our bodyes ihall no doubt
Find Natiue Graues: vpon the which,I truft
Shall witnefle Hue in Brafle of this dayes worke.
And thofe that leaue their valiant bones in France,
Dying like men, though buryed in your Dunghills,
They Ihall be fam*d : for there the Sun /hall greet them,
And draw their honors reeking vp toFIeauen,
Leauing their earthly parts to choake your Clyme,
The fmell whereof /hall breed a Plague in France,
Marke then abounding valour in our Engli/h :
That being dead,like to the bullets crafing,
Breake out into a fécond courfe of mifchiefe,
Killing in relapfe of Mortalitie.
Let me fpeake prowdiy : Tell the Conftable,
We are but Warriors for the working day :
Our Gayne/îe and our Gilt are all befmyrcht
With raynie Marching in the painefull field.
Thetens not a piece of feather in our Hoaft :
Good argument(I hope)we will not flye :
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And time hath worne vs into flouenrie.
But by the Mafle,our hearts are in the trim :
And my poore Souldiers tell me,yet ere Night,
They'le be in fre/her Robes,or they will pluck
The gay new Coats o're the French Souldiers heads,
A.nd turne them out of feruice. If they doe this.
As if God pleafe, they /hall ; my Ranfome then
Will foone be leuyed.
Herauldjfaue thou thy labour :
Come thou no more for Ranfome,gentle Herauld,
They /hall haue none,I fweare,but thefe my ioynts:
Which if they haue,as I will leaue vm them.
Shall yeeld them little, tell the Conftable.
[Mont. I /hall,King Harry. And fo fare thee well:
Thou neuer /halt heare Herauld any more. Exit,
King, I feare thou wilt once more come againe for a
Ranfome.
Enter Torke.
Vorige. My Lord, moft humbly on my knee I begge
The leading of the Vaward.
King. Take it, braue Torl^e.
«Now Souldiers march away.
And how thou pleafeft God,difpofe the day. Exeunt.
Alarum. Bxcurfons.
Enter Pißolly French Souldier^ Boy.
Piß. Yeeld Curre.
French, le penje que wm eßes le Gentilhome de bon qua-
litee.
Piß. ßualtitie calmie cufture me. Art thou a Gentle¬
man i What is thy Name ? difcu/Te.
French. 0 Seigneur Dieu.
Piß. O Signieur Dewe /hould be a Gentleman : per¬
pend my words O Signieur Dewe,and marke: O Signieur
Dewe, thou dyeft on point of Fox, except O Signieur
thou doe giue to me egregious Ranfome.
French. 0 prennes mijerecordie aye pite% de moy.
fß. Moy /hall not ferue, I will haue fortie Moyes: for
I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat, in droppes of
Crimfon blood.
French. Efi il impoßble d" ejchapper le force de ton bras.
Piß. Brafle, Curre? thou damned and luxurious Moun-
taine Goat, offer'ft me Bra/Te ?
French. 0 perdonne moy.
Piß. Say'ft thou me fo ? is that a Tonne of Moyes ^
Come hither boy,a$ke me this flaue in French what is his
Name.
^oy. Efcoute comment eßes vous appelle f
French. Mounßeur le Fer.
'Boy. He fayes his Name is M.Fer.
Piß. M.F<?r ; Ile fer him,and firke him,and ferrethim:
difcufle the fame in French vnto him.
Boy. I doe not know the French for fer, and ferret,and
firke.
Tiß. Bid him prepare,for I will cut his throat.
French, ^e dit il Mounßeur ?
Boy. Il me commande a vous dire que vous faite vous
preßy car ce Joldat icy eSi di^ofee tout aßure de couppes voßre
Piß. Owy, cuppele gorge permafoy pefant, vnleiTe
thou giue me Crownes, braue CrownesjOr mangled /halt
thou be by this my Sword,
French. 0 le vous fupplie pour Vamour de Dieu : ma par¬
donner, le fuis le Gentilhome de bon maijorjygarde ma vie, & Je
vous donneray deux cent efcus.
Piß. What are his words ■?
Boy. He
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Boy. He prayes you to faue his life, he is a Gentleman
of a good houfe, and for his ranfom he will glue you two
hundred Crownes.
Piß. Tell him my fury ihall abate,and I the Crownes
will take*
Fren.Tetit ç!Monfieur que dit il ?
Boy. Encore qu'il et contra Jon lurementyde pardonner au-
cune prifonner: neant-mons pour les efcues que wus layt a pro'
mets fil eß content a votu donnes le liberte le franchijement.
Fre. Sur mes genoux Je njoui donnes milles remerciousy et
le me eßime heurex que le intombe^entre les main, d^a/n Che-
ualier le peuje le plue braue 'valiant et tres dißinie ßgnieur
d'Angleterre.
Piß. Expound vnto me boy.
Boy. He giues you vpon his knees a thoufand thanks,
and he efteemes himfelfe happy, that he hath falne into
the hands of one (as he thinkes) the moil braue, valorous
and thrice-worthy figneur of England.
Piß. As 1 fucke blood, I will fome mercy ihew. Fol¬
low mee,
'Boy. Saaue votu le grand Capitaine}
I did neuer know fo full a voyce iifue from fo emptie a
heart ; but the faying is true, The empty velTel makes the
greateil found, Bardolfe and Nym had tenne times more
valour, then this roaring diuell i'th olde play, that euerie
one may payre his nayles with a woodden dagger, and
they are both hang'd, and fo would this be, if hee duril
fteale any thing aduenturoufly. 1 muft ilay with the
Lackies with the luggage of our camp, the French might
haue a good pray of vs, if he knew of it, for there is none
to guard it but boyes. Exit.
Enter ConßabUy OrleancCy Burhon y Dolphin^
and Kamhur s.
Con. O Diable.
Orí, O ßgueur le iour et perdia^ toute et per die.
Dol. cßHor Dieu ma all is confounded all.
Reproach, and euerlailing ihame
Sits mocking in our Plumes. AJhort Alarum.
0 mejchante FortunCy do not runne away.
Con, Why all our rankes are broke.
Doly O perdurable ihame, let's ftab our felues :
Be thefe the wretches that we plaid at dice for?
Orl. Is this the King we fent too, for his ranfome?
Bur, Shame, and eternall ihame, nothing but ihame,
Let vs dye in once more backe againe,
And he that will not follow Burbon now.
Let him go hence, and with his cap in hand
Like a bafe Pander hold the Chamber doore,
Whilil a bafe ilaue, no gentler then my dogge.
His faireil daughter is contaminated.
Con. Diforder that hath fpoyl'd vs, friend vs now.
Let vs on heapes go offer vp our Hues.
Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field,
To fmother vp the Engliih in our throngs,
If any order might be thought vpon.
Bur. The diuell take Order now, lie to the throng;
Let life be ihort, elfe ihame will be too long. Exit.
Alarum. Enter the King and hü trayne,
•with Prifoners.
KingiVlçW haue we done,thrice-valiant Countrimen,
But all's not done, yet keepe the French the field.
Exe. The D* of York commends him to your Maieily
King.hiaes he good Vnckle : thrice within this houre
I faw him downe ; thrice vp againe, and fighting,
From Helmet to the fpurre, all blood he was.
Exe. In which array (braue Soldier) doth he lye,
Larding the plaine : and by his bloody fide,
(Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds)
The Noble Earle of Suffblke alfo lyes.
SuflTolke firil dyed, and Yorke all hagled ouer
Comes to him, where in gore he lay infteeped.
And takes him by the Beard, kiffes the gaihes
That bloodily did yawne vpon his face.
He cryes aloud; Tarry my Cofin Suffblke,
My foule lhall thine keepe company to heauen :
Tarry (fweet foule) for mine, then flye a-breft :
As in this glorious and well-foughten field
We kept together in our Chiuairie.
Vpon thefe words I came, and cheer'd him vp.
He fmil'd me in the face, raught me his hand,
And with a feeble gripe, fayes : Deere my Lord,
Commend my feruice to my Soucraigne,
So did he turne, and ouer Suflblkes necke
He threw his wounded arme, and kid his lippes,
And fo efpous'd to death, with blood he feal'd
A Teftament of Noble-ending-loue :
The prettie and fweet manner of it forc'd
Thofe waters from me, which 1 would haue ftop'd.
But I had not fo much of man in mee,
And all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gaue me vp to teares.
King. I blame you not,
For hearing this, I muft perforce compound
With mixtfull eyes, or they will iffue to. Alarum
But hearke, what new alarum is this fame ?
The French haue re-enforc'd their fcatter'd men :
Then euery fouldiour kill his Prifoners,
Giue the word through. Exit
aÄölus Quartus.
Snter Fluellen and Gower,
Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage, 'Tis expreflely
againft the Law of Armes, tis as arrant a peece of knaue-
ry marke you now, as can bee offert in your Confcieoce
now, is it not?
Cow. Tis certaine, there's nota boy left aliue, and the
Cowardly Rafcalls that ranne from the battaile ha' done
this llaughter : befides they haue burned and carried a-
way all chat was in the Kings Tent, wherefore the King
moft worthily hath caus'd euery foldiour to cut his pri¬
foners throat. O 'tis a gallant King.
F/u. 1, hee was porne at Monmouth Captaine Cower !
What call you the 'Townes name where Alexandir the
pig was borne ?
Cow. Alexander the Great.
Flu. Why I pray you, is not pig, great ? The pig, or
the grear, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnani¬
mous, are all one reckonings,faue the phrafe is a litle va¬
riations.
Gower. I thinke Alexander the Great was borne in
¿Macedón, his Father was called Phillip of Macedón, as 1
take it.
Flu, I thinke it is in Macedón where .Alexander is
poroe.
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pornc : I tell you Captalne, if you lookc in the Maps of
the Orld, 1 warrant you fall finde in the companions be<
tweene ^Macedón & Monmouth, that the iituations locke
you, is both alike* There is a Riuer incMacedortySc there
is alfo moreouer a Riuer at Monmouth^ it is cail'd Wye at
Monmouth : but it is out of my praines, what is the name
of the other Riuer : but 'tis all one, tis alike as my Angers
is to my Angers, and there is Salmons in both. If you
marke Alexanders life well, Harry of Monmoutbes life is
come after it indifferent well, for there is Agures in all
things. Alexander God knowes, and you know, in his
rages,and his Airies,and his wraths, and his chollers, and
his moodes, and his difpleafures, and his indignations,
and alfo being a little intoxicates in his praines, did in
his Ales and his angers (looke you) kill his beA friend
Clytus.
Gcw. Our King is not like him in that, he neuer kill'd
any of his friends.
Flu. It isTiot well done (marke you now) to take the
tales out of my mouth, ere it is made and Aniihed.I fpeak
but in the Agures, and comparifons of it : as Alexander
ktld his friend being in his Ales and his Cuppes; fo
alio Harry çMonmouth being in his right wittes, and his
good iudgements, turn'd away the fat Knight with the
great belly doublet : he was full of lefts, and gypes, and
knaueries, and mockes, 1 haue forgot his name.
Goto, Sir lohn Falßaffe.
Flu, That is he : lie tell you,there is good men porne
at oMonmonth,
Gow. Heere comes his Maiefty.
Alarum. Enter King Harry and Burhon
Vfitb prijoners. Flourtfh.
King. I was not angry Ance I came to France,
Vntill this inftant. Take a Trumpet Herald,
Ride thou vnto the Horfemen on yond hill :
If they will Aght with vs, bid them come downe,
Or voyde the Aeld : they do offend our Aght.
If they'l do neither, we will come to them,
And make them sker away, as fwift as ftones
Enforced from the old Affyrian flings:
Befides, wee'l cut the throats of thofe we haue,
And not a man of them that we /hall take.
Shall tafte our mercy. Go and tell them fo.
Enter Monthy.
Exe. Here comes the Herald of the French, my Liege
Glou. His eyes are humbler then they vs'd to be.
King, How now, what meanes this Herald ? Knowft
thou not.
That I haue An'd thefe bones of mine for ranfome?
Com'ft thou againe for ranfome?
Her. No great King ;
I come to thee for charitable Licenfe,
That we may wander ore this bloody Aeld,
To booke our dead, and then to bury them.
To fort our Nobles from our common men.
For many of our Princes (woe the while)
Lye drown'd and foak'd in mercenary blood :
So do our vulgar drench their peafant limbes
In blood of Princes, and with wounded fteeds
Fret fet-locke deepe in gore, and with wilde rage
Yerke out their armed heeles at their dead mafters.
Killing them twice. O giue vs leaue great King,
To view the Aeld in fafety, and difpofe
Of their dead bodies.
Kin, I tell thee truly Herald,
I know not if the day be ours or no,
For yet a many of your horfemen peere,
And gallop ore the Aeld.
Her, The day is yours.
Kin, Praifed be God, and not our ftrength for it î
What is this Caftle cail'd that ftands hard by.
Her, They call it Agincourt,
King. Then call we this the Aeld of Agincourty
Fought on the day of Crijfin Qrijpianus.
Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory (an't pleafe
your Maiefty) and your great Vncle Edvoard the Placke
Prince of Wales, as I haue read in the Chronicles, fought
a moft praue pattle here in France.
Kin. They did Fluellen,
Flu. Your Maiefty fayes very true ; If your Maiefties
is remembred of it, the Welchmen did good feruice in a
Garden where Leekes did grow, wearing Leekes in their
Monmouth caps, which your Maiefty know to this houre
is an honourable badge of the feruice : And I do beleeue
your Maiefty takes no fcorne to weare the Leeke vppon
S. Tauies day.
King. I weare it for a memorable honor :
For I am Welch you know good Countriman.
Flu. All the water in Wye, cannot wafli your Maie¬
fties WeJfti plood out of your pody, I can tell you that :
God pleffe it, and preferue it, as long as it pleafes his
Grace, and his Maiefty too.
Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen*
Flu. By lefhu, I am your Maiefties Countreyman, I
care not who know it : I will confeffe it to all the Grid, 1
need not to be a/hamed of your Maiefty, praifed be God
fo long as your Maiefty is an honeft man.
King, Good keepe me fo.
Enter Williams.
Our Heralds go with him,
Bring me iuft notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts. Call yonder fellow hither.
Exe. Souldier, you muft come to the King.
Kin, Souldier, why wear'ft thou that Gloue in thy
Cappe ?
Will. And't pleafe your Maiefty, tis the gage of one
that I fhould Aght withall,if he be aliue.
Km. An Engli/hman ?
Wil. And't pleafe your Maiefty, a Rafcall that fwag-
ger'd with me laft night : who if aliue, and euer dare to
challenge this Gloue, I haue fworne to take him a boxe
a'th ere î or if I can fee my Gloue in his cappe, which he
fwore as he was a Souldier he would weare(if aliuejl wil
ftrike it out foundly.
Kin. What thinke you Captaine Fluellen^ is it At this
fouldier keepe his oath.
Flu. Hee is a Crauen and a Villaine elfe, and't pleafe
your Maiefty in my confcience.
King. It may bee, his enemy is a Gentleman of great
fort quite from the anfwer of his degree. ,
Flu. Though he be as good a lentleman as the diuel is,
as Lucifer and Belzebub himrelfc,it is neceffary (looke
your Grace) that he keepe his vow and his oath: If hee
bee periur'd (fee you now) his reputation is as arrant a
villaine and a lacke fawce, as euer his blacke ihoo trodd
vpon Gods ground, and his earth, in my confcience law
King. Then keepe thy vow Arrah, when thou meet'ft
the fellow.
PFil. So, I wil my Liege, as I liue.
Kin^. Who feru'ft thou vnder ?
Wil.
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fVill. Vnder Captaine Gcwer^ my Liege.
Flu, Gorcer is a good Captaine, and is good know¬
ledge and literatured in the Warres.
K.ing. Call him hither to me, Souldier.
Will, I will my Liege. Exit.
King. Here Fluellen^ weare thou this fauour for me, and
flicke it in thy Cappe : when Alanjon and my felfe were
downe together,! pluckt this Cloue from his Helme : If
any man challenge this, hee is a friend to tAlanjony^t\^ an
enemy to our Perfon; if thou encounter any fuch, appre¬
hend him,and thou do'ft me loue.
Flu. Your Grace doo's me as great Honors as can be
defir'd in the hearts of his Subiefts: I would feine fee
the man,that ha's but two legges, that ihall find himfelfe
agreefd at this Gloue ; that is all : but I would feine fee
it once, and pleafe God of his grace that I might fee.
King. Know'ft thou Gcicer ?
Flu. He is my deare friend,and pleafe you.
King. Pray thee goe feeke him, and bring him to my
Tent.
Flu. I will fetch him. Exit.
King. My Lord of îVarvpic\^7inà my Brother Gloßer ^
Follow Fluellen clofely at the heeles.
The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour.
May haply purchafe him a box a'th'eare.
It is the Souldiers ; I by bargaine ihould
Weare it my felfe. Follow good Coufin PKarvptd^:
If that the Souldier ftrike him, as I iudge
By his blunt bearing,he will keepe his word j
Some fodaine mifchiefe may arife of it :
For 1 doe know Fluellen valiant,
And toucht with Choler,hot as Gunpowder,
And quickly will returne an iniurie.
Follow,and fee there be no harme betweene them.
Goe you with me,Vnckle of Exeter. Exeunt.
Enter Gcvoer and JVilliatni.
Will. I warrant it is to Knight you, Captaine.
Enter Fluellen.
Flu. Gods will, and his pleafure, Captaine, I befeech
you now, come apace to the King : there is more good
toward you peraduenture, then is in your knowledge to
dreame of.
Will. Sir, know you this Gloue ?
Flu. Know the Glouef I know the Gloue is a Gloue.
Will. I know this,and thus I challenge it.
Strides bim.
Flu. 'Sblud,an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuer-
fall World,or in France.or in England.
Gotper. How now Sir.^ you Villaine.
Will. Doe you thinke He be forfworne ?
Flu. Stand away Captaine Gctper^l will giue Treafon
his payment into plowes, I warrant you.
Will. I am no Traytor,
Flu. That's a Lye in thy Throat. I charge you in his
Maiefties Name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke
Alar,Jons.
Enter Warwck^ and Qloucefier.
Warn. How now, how now, what's the matter?
Flu. My Lord of Warwick, heere is, prayfed be God
for it, a moft contagious Treafon come to light, looke
you, as you ihall defire in a Summers day. Heere is his
Maieftie. Enter King and Exeter.
King. How now, what's the matter ?
Flu. My Liege, heere is a Villaine, and a Traytor,
that looke your Grace, ha's flrooke the Gloue which
your Maieftie is take out of the Helmet of tAlan-
fon.
Will. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow
of it: and he that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare
it in his Cappe : I promis'd to ftrike him, if he did : I met
this man with my Gloue in his Cappe,and 1 haue been as
good as my word.
Flu, Your Maieftie heare now, fauing your Maiefties
Manhood , what an arrant rafcally , beggerly , lowfie
Knaue it is : I hope your Maieftie is peare me teftimonie
and witnefte,and will auouchment, that this is the Gloue
of Alanjorty that your Maieftie is giue me, in your Con-
fcience now.
King. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier j
Looke,heere is the fellow of it:
'Twas I indeed thou promifed'ft to ftrike,
And thou haft giuen me moft bitter termes.
Flu. And pleafe your Maieftie, let his Neck anfwere
for it,if there is any Marihall Law in the World,
King. How canft thou make me fatisfedlion ?
Will. All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: ne¬
uer came any from mine, that might offend your Ma¬
ieftie.
King. It was our felfe thou didft abufe.
Will. Your Maieftie came not like your felfe: you
appear'd to me but as a common man : witnefle the
Night , your Garments , your Lowlineffe : and what
your HighneiTe fuffer'd vnder that fliape , I befeech you
take it for your owne fault, and not mine : for had you
beene as I tooke you for, I made no offence j therefore I
befeech your HighneiTe pardon me.
AT/wjr.Here Vnckle ExeteryiiW this Gloue with Crownes,
And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow,
And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe,
Till 1 doe challenge it. Giue him the Crownes :
And Captaine,you muft needs be friends with him.
Flu. By this Day and this Light, the fellow ha's met-
tell enough in his belly : Hold, there is twelue-pence for
you, and I pray you to feme God, and keepe you out of
prawles and prabbles, and quarrels and diftentions, and 1
warrant you it is the better for you.
Will. I will none of your Money.
Flu. It is with a good will: I can tell you it will ferue
you to mend your ftiooes : come, wherefore ftiould you
be fo pafhfull, your fhooes is not fo good : 'tis a good
filling I warrant you, or I will change it.
Enter Herauld,
King. Now Herauld, are the dead numbred ?
Herald, Heere is the number of the llaught'red
French.
King, What Prifoners of good fort are taken,
Vnckle ?
Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance,Nephew to the King,
lohn Duke ofBurbon,and Lord Bouchiquald :
Of other Lords and Barons, Knights and Squires,
Full fifteene hundred, befides common men.
King. This Note doth tell me of ten thoufand French
That in the field lye flaine : of Princes in this number,
And Nobles bearing Banners, there lye dead
One hundred twentie fix : added to thefe.
Of Knights, Efquires, and gallant Gentlemen,
Eight thoufand and foure hundred: of the which,
Fiue hundred were but yefterday dubb'd Knights.
So that in thefe ten thoufand they haue loft,
There are but fixteene hundred Mercenaries :
The reft are Princes, Barons, Lords,Knights, Squires,
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And Gentlemen of bloud and qualltie.
The Names of thofe their Nobles that lye dead :
Charles Delabretb,H\%,h Gonflable of France,
laques of Chatilion,Admirall of France,
The Mafler of the Crofle-bowes,Lord Ramiures,
Great Mafler of France, the braue Sir Guicbard Dolfhin,
lobti Duke of Alanfon,^»t¿on/e Duke of Brabant,
The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie,
And Edward Duke of Barr : of luflie Barles,
Gratsdfree and Reujfie, Faucorbridge and Foyes,
Beaumont and Marie, Vandemorst and Leßrale.
Here was a Royall fellowlhip of death.
Where is the number of our Bnglifli dead
Edward the Duke of Yorke,the Earie of Suflblke,
Sir Richard Ketly, Dauy Gam Efquire ;
None elfe of name and of all other men.
But fine and twentle.
O God, thy Arme was hcere :
And not to vs, but to thy Arme alone,
Afcribe we all : when, without ftratagem,
But in plaine lhock,and euen play of Battaile,
Was euer knowne fo great and little lofle ?
On one part and on th'other.take it God,
For it is none but thine.
Exet. 'Tis wonderfull.
King. Come,goe me in proceflion to the Village ;
And be it death proclaymed through our Hoaft,
To boaft of this, or take that prayfe from God,
Which is his onely.
Flu. Is it not lawfull and pleafe your Maieflie, to tell
how many is kill'd ?
King. Yes Captaine: but with this acknowledgement.
That God fought for vs.
Flu. Yes,my confcience,he did vs great good.
King. Doe we all holy Rights :
Let there be fung Non ncbü,and Fe Deum,
The dead with charitie enclos'd In Clay ;
And then to CaUice,and to England then.
Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men.
Exeunt.
tiABus Quintus.
Enter Chorus,
Vouchfafe to thofe that haue not read the Story,
That I may prompt them : and of fuch as haue,
1 humbly pray them to admit th'excufe
Of time,of numbers, and due courfe of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life,
Be here prefented. Now we beare the King
Toward Callice : Graunt him there j there leene,
Heaue him away vpon your winged thoughtj.
Athwart the Sea: Behold the Englilh beach
Pales in the flood 5 with Men,Wiues,and Boyes,
Whofe ihouts & claps out-voyce the deep-mouth*d Sea,
Which like a mightie Whiffler Tore the King,
Seemes to prepare his way : So let him land,
And folemnly fee him fet on to London.
So fwift a pace hath Thought, that euen now
You may imagine him vpon Black-Heath :
Where,that his Lords defire him,to haue berne
His bruifed Helmet,and his bended Sword
Before him, through the Citie : he forbids it,
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Being free from vain-nefle,and felfe-glorious pride j
Giuing full Trophee,Signall,and Oftent,
Qi^ite from himfelfe,to God. But now behold,
In the quick Forge and working-houfe of Thought,
How London doth powre out her Citizens,
The Maior and all his Brethren in beft fort,
Like to the Senatours of th*antique Rome,
With the Plebeians fwarming at their heeles,
Goe forth and fetch their Conquering Cafar in ;
As by a lower,but by louing likelyhood,
Were now the General! of our gracious Emprefl'e,
As in good time he may,from Ireland comming,
Bringing Rebellion broached on his Sword j
How many would the peacefiill Citie quit,
To welcome him ? much more,and much more cauie,
Did they this Harry. Now in London place him.
As yet the lamentation of the French
Inuites the King of Englands ftay 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 muft we bring him; and my felfe haue playM
The intérim, hy remembring you 'tis pail.
Then brooke abridgement,and your eyes aduance,
After your thoughts, ftraight backe againe to France.
Sxit,
Enter Fluellen and Gower.
Govper, Nay, that's right : but why weare you your
Leeke to dayi S. Dauies day is pafl.
Flu. There is occafions and caufes why and wherefore
in all things: I will tell you afle my friend, Captaine
Gower ; the rafcally, fcauld, beggerly, lowfie, pragging
Knaue which you and your felfe,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
fault yefterday, 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 fo bold as to weare it in my Cap
till I fee him once againe, and then I will tell him a little
piece of my defires.
Enter Pißoll.
Gower. Why heere hee comes,fwelling like a Turky-
cock.
Flu. 'Tis no matter for his fwellings, nor hisTurky-
cocks. God plefle you aunchient Piiiolbyoxi fcuruie low¬
fie Knaue,God plefle you.
Piß. Ha, art thou bedlam ? doefl: thou thirll, bafe
Troian, to haue me fold vp Parcas fatall Web? Hence;
I am qualmifli at the fmell of Leeke.
Flu. I pefeech you heartily, fcuruie lowfie Knaue, at
my defires, and my requells, and my petitions, to eate,
looke you,this Leeke; becaufe, looke you, you doe not
loue it, nor your affe£lions,and your appetites and your
difgeftions doo's not agree with it, I would defire you
to eate it.
Piß. Not for Cadwallader and all his Goats.
Flu. There is one Goat for you. Stri.l^es him.
Will you be fo good, fcauld Knaue,as eate it.^
Piß. Bafe Troian, thou íhalt dye.
Flu. You fay very true , fcauld Knaue , when Gods
will is : I will defire you to liue in the meane time, and
eate your Viiluals : come, there is fa wee for it. You
cairj me yefterday Mountaine-Squier, but I will make
you
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you to day a fquire of low degree. I pray you fall too,if
you can mocke a Leeke, you can eate a Leeke.
Gour. Enough Captaine, you haue aftoniíht him,
F/a.I fay, I will make him eate fome 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 Coxe-
combe.
Tifl. Mull I bite.
Flu. Yes certainly,and out of doubt and out of que-
ftion too, and ambiguities.
iifl. By this Leeke, I will moll horribly reuenge I
eate and eate I fweare.
Flu. Eate 1 pray you, will you haue fome more fauce
to your Leeke : there is not enough Leeke to fweare by.
Piß. Quiet thy Cudgeil,thou doll fee I eate.
Flu. Much good do you fcald knaue, heartily. Nay,
pray you throw none away, the skinne is good for your
broken Coxcombe ; when you take occafions to fee
Leekes heereafter, I pray you mocke at 'em, that is all,
fß. Good.
Flu. I, Leekes is good : hold you, there is a groat to
heale your pate.
Fß. Me a groat?
Flu Yes verily, and in truth you lhall take it, or I haue
another Leeke in my pocket, which you fhall eate.
Pifl. I take thy groat in earneft of reuenge.
Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in Cud¬
gels, you lhall be a Woodmonger, and buy nothing of
me but cudgels .• God bu'y you, and keepe you, & heale
your pate. Exit
Pifl. All hell lhall ftirre for this.
Giw.Go, go, you are a counterfeit cowardly Knaue,
will you mocke at an ancient Tradition began vppon an
honourable refpefl, and worne as a memorable Trophee
of predeceafed valor,and dare not auouch in your deeds
any of your words. I haue feene you gleeking & galling
at this Gentleman twice or thrice. You thought, becaufe
he could not fpeake Englilh in the natiue garb, he could
not therefore handle an Englilh Cudgell : you finde it o-
therwife, and henceforth let a Weilh corredlion, teach
you a good Englilh condition, fare ye well. Exit
Pifl. Doeth fortune play the hufwife with me now?
Newes haue I that my Doll is dead i'th Spittle of a mala¬
dy of France, and there my rendeuous is quite cut oft";
Old I do waxe, and from my wearie limbes honour is
Cudgeld. Well, Baud He turne, and fomething leane to
Cut-purfe of quicke hand : To England will I fteale, and
there He fteale :
And patches will I get vnto thefe cudgeld fcarres,
And fwore 1 got them in the Gallia warres. Exit.
Enter at one doore, King Henry, Exeter, Bedford,'fVarmcke,
and other Lords. At another, Queene IJahel,
the King, the Duke of 'Bourgongne ,and
other French.
King. Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met j
Vnto our brother France, and to our Sifter
Health and faire time of day : loy and good wilhes
To our moll faire and Princely Coline Katherine :
And as a branch and member of this Royalty,
By whom this great aflembly is contriu'd.
We do falute you Duke of Burgogne,
And Princes French and Peeres health to you all.
Fra. Right ioyousare we to behold your face,
Moll worthy brother England, fairely met.
So are you Princes (Englilh) euery one.
Quee. So happy be the IlTue brother Ireland
Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting.
As we are now glad to behold your eyes,
Your eyes which hitherto haue borne
In them againll the French that met them in their bent.
The fatall Balls of murthering Bafiliskes :
The venóme of fuch Lookes we fairely hope
Haue loft their qualifie, and that this day
Shall change all griefes and quarrels into loue.
Eng. To cry Amen to that, thus we appeare.
Quee. You Englilh Princes all,I doe falute you.
'Burg. My dutie to you both, on equall loue.
Great Kings of France and England:that I haue labour'd
With all my wits, my paines,and ftrong endeuors,
To bring your moll Imperiall Maiefties
Vnto this Barre, and Royall enterview;
Your MightinelTe on both parts bell can witnefte.
Since then my Office hath fo farre preuayl'd,
That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye,
You haue congreeted : let it not difgrace me,
If I demand before this Royall view,
What Rub, or what Impediment there is.
Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace,
Deare Nourfe of Arts, Plentyes,and ioyfull Births,
Should not in this bell Garden of the World,
Our fertile France, put vp her louely Vifage?
Alas,lhee hath from France too long been chas'd.
And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes.
Corrupting in it owne fertilitie.
Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
Vnpruned,dyes : her Hedges euen pleach'd.
Like Prifoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre.
Put forth dlforder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas,
The Darnell,Hemlock,and ranke Femetary,
Doth root vpon ; while that the Culter rufts.
That Ihould deracinate fuch Sauagery :
The euen Meade, that erft brought fweetly forth
The freckled Cowllip, Burnet,and greene Clouer,
Wanting the Sythe, withall vncorreiled, ranke ;
Conceiues by idlenefle, and nothing teemes.
But hatefull Docks, rough Thiftles, Kekfyes, Burres,
Loofing both beautie and vtilitie ;
And all our Vineyards, Fallowes, Meades,and Hedges,
Defedliue in their natures,grow to wildnefle.
Euen fo our Houfes,and our lelues,and Children,
Haue loft, or doe not learne, for want of time.
The Sciences that Ihould become our Countrey;
But grow like Sauages, as Souldiers will.
That nothing doe, but meditate on Blood,
To Swearing,and Herne Lookes,defús'd Attyre,
And euery thing that feemes vnnaturall.
Which to reduce into our former fauour.
You are alTembled : and my fpeech entreats.
That 1 may know the Let, why gentle Peace
Should not expelí thefe inconueniences.
And blelTe vs with her former qualities.
Eng. If Duke of Burgonie,you would the Peace,
Whole wantgiues growth to th'imperfeflions
Which you haue cited ; you mull buy that Peace
With full accord to all our lull demands,
Whofe Tenures and particular effieils
You haue enfchedul'd briefely in your hands.
'Surg. The King hath heard them: to the which,as yet
There is no Anfwer made.
Eng. Well then : the Peace which you before fo vrg'd.
Lyes in his Anfwer.
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France. I haue but with a curfelarie eye
O're-glanc't the Articles: Pleafeth your Grace
To appoint fome of your Councell prefently
To fit with vs once more, with better heed
To re-furuey them; we will fuddenly
Pafle our accept and peremptorie Anfwer.
England. Brother we lhall. Goe Vnckle Exeter,
And Brother Clarence, and you Brother Glouceßer,
IFdrwicI^ and Huntington, goe with the King,
And take with you free power, to ratifie.
Augment, or alter, as your Wifdomes beft
Shall fee aduantageable for our Dignitie,
Any thing in or out of our Demands,
And wee'le configne thereto. Will you,faire Sifter,
Goe with the Princes, or ftay here with vs i
Ogee. Our gracious Brother, I will goe with them :
Happily a Womans Voyce may doe fome good,
when Articles too nicely vrg'd,be ftood on.
England. Yet leaue our Coufin Katherine here with vs.
She is our capitall Demand, compris'd
Within the fore-ranke of our Articles.
Quee. She hath good leaue. Exeunt omnes.
Manet King and Katherine»
King. Faire Katherinemoft faire,
Will you vouchfafe to teach a Souldier tearmes,
Such a$ will enter at a Ladyes eare,
And pleade his Loue-fuit to her gentle heart*
Kath.YoMx Maieftie ihall mock at me,l cannot fpeake
your England.
King. O faire Katherine , if you will loue me foundly
with your French heart, I will be glad to heare you con-
felTe it brokenly with your Engllih Tongue. Doe you
like me, Kate ?
Kath. Pardonne moy^ I cannot tell wat is like me.
King, An Angelí is like you Kate, and you are like an
Angelí.
Kath. Q^e dit il que le fuis femhlable a les Anges ?
Lady, Ouy verayment (fauf 'vofire Grace) ainfi dit il.
King. I faid fo, deare Katherine, and 1 muft not bluih
to affirme it.
Kath. 0 bon T^ieu, les langues des hommes font plein de
tromperies.
King. What fayes íhe, faire oneí that the tongues of
men are full of deceits ?
Lady. Ouy,ázt de tongeus of de mans is be full of de¬
ceits: dat is de PrinceíTe.
King. The Princefle is the better Engliffi-woman :
yfaith Kate,my wooing is fit for thy vnderfianding, I am
glad thou canfi fpeake no better Engliffi , for if thou
could*ft, thou would'ft finde me fuch a plaine King,that
thou wouldfi thinke, I had fold my Farme to buy my
Crowne. I know no wayes to mince it in loue, but di¬
rectly to fay, I loue you 5 then if you vrge me farther,
then to fay,Doe you in faith? I weare out my fuite : Giue
me your anfwer, yfaith doe, and fo clap hands,and a bar-
gaine : how fay you. Lady í
Kath. Sauf ■voßre honeur, me vnderftand well.
King. Marry, if you would put me to Verfes, or to
Dance for your fake, AuJ/e,why you vndid me: for the one
I haue neither words nor meafure } and for the other,!
haue no ftrength in meafure, yet a reafonable meafure in
ftrength. If I could winne a Lady at Leape-frogge,or by
vawting into my Saddle, with my Armour on^my backe}
vnder the correction of bragging be it fpoken, I ihould
quickly leape into a Wife : Or if I might buffet for my
Loue,or bound my Horie for her fauours, I could lay on
like a Butcher,and fit like a Jack an Apes, neuer off. But
before God Kate, I cannot looke greenely, nor gafpe out
my eloquence , nor I haue no cunning in proteftation j
onely downe-right Oathes, which I neuer vfe till vrg*d,
nor neuer breake for vrging. If thou canft loue a fellow
of this temper, Aíí/íjWhofe face is not worth Sunne-bur-
ning Í that neuer lookes in his Glaffe, for loue of any
thing he fees there.^ let thine Eye be thy Cooke. I fpeake
to thee plaine Souldier : If thou canft Joue me for this,
take me ? if not? to fay to thee that I ihall dye,is truejbut
for thy loue, by the L. No : yet I loue thee too. And
while thou liu*ft,deare Kate, take a fellow of plaine and
vncoyned Conftancie, for he perforce muft do thee right,
becaufe he hath not the gift to wooe in other places; for
thefe fellowes of infinit tongue, that can ryme themfelues
into Ladyes fauours, they doe alwayes reafon themfelues
out againe. What f a fpeaker is but a prater, a Ryme is
but a Ballad } a good Legge will fall, a ftrait Backe will
ftoope,a blacke Beard will turne white, a curl'd Pate will
grow bald, a faire Face will wither, a full Eye will wax
hollow : but a good Heart, Kate, is the Bunne and the
Moone, or rather the Sunne, and not the Moonej for it
ihines bright, and neuer changes, but keepes his courfe
truly. If thou would haue fuch a one, take me ? and
take me } take a Souldier : take a Souldier} take a King.
And what fay^ft thou then to my Loue ? fpeake my faire,
and fairely, I pray thee.
Kath. Is it poffible dat I fould loue de ennemie of
Fraunce ?
King. No, it is not poffible you ffiould loue the Ene-
mie of France, } but in louing me, you Ihould loue
the Friend of France : for I loue France fo Well, that I
will not part with a Village of it } I will haue it all mine :
and ATíjíí, when France is mine,and I am yours}then yours
is France,and you are mine.
Kath. I cannot tell wat is dat.
King. t^o,Kate? I will tell thee in French, which I am
fure will hang vpon my tongue,like a new-married Wife
about her Husbands Necke, hardly to be Ihooke off} le
quand fur le poffeffion de Fraunce, & quand *voui aues le pof-
JeJJion de moy. (Let mee fee,what then ? Saint Dennis bee
my fpeede) Done njoflre eß Fraunce, & nous eßes mienne.
It is as eafie for me, Kate, td conquer the Kingdome, as to
fpeake fo much more French : I ihall neuer moue thee in
French, vnlelTe it be to laugh at me*
Kath. Sauf »voßre honeur, le Francois ques vous parléis, il
& melieus que F Anglais le quel le parle .
King. No faith Ís*t not, Kate : but thy fpeaking of
my Tongue , and I thine, moft truely falfely, muft
needes be graunted to be much at one. But Kate, doo^k
thou vnderftand thus much Engliíhí Canft thou loue
mee ?
Kath. I cannot tell.
King. Can any of your Neighbours tell, Kate} He
aske them. Come,I know thou loueft me : and at night,
when you come into your Clofet, you*le queftion this
Gentlewoman about me } and I \i.r\ow,Kate, you will to
her difprayfe thofe parts in me,that you loue with your
heart : but good Kate,moe\ie me mercifully, the rather
gentle Princeffe, becaufe I loue thee cruelly. If euer thou
beeft mine, Kate, as I haue a fauing Faith within me tells
me thou fhalc} I get thee with skambling , and thou
muft therefore needes proue a good Souldier-breeder :
Shall not thou and I, betweene Saint Dennis and Saint
George, compound a Boy, hälfe French hälfe Engliffi,
k that
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that fliall goe to Conftantinople, and take the Türke by
the Beard, Shall wee not ? what fay'ft thou, my faire
Flower-de-Luce.
Kate. I doe not know dat.
King. Not'tis hereafter to know, but now to promife :
doe but now promife Kate, you will endeauour for your
French part of fuch a Boy ; and for my Englifli moytie,
take the Word of a King, and a Batcheler. How anfwer
you. La flue belle Katherine du tmnde mon trejcher & deuin
deejfe.
Kath. Your Maieftee aue faufe Frenche enough to
deceiue de mod fage Damoifeil dat is en Fraunce.
King. Now fye vpon my falfe French:by mine Honor
in true Englilh, 1 loue thee Kate y by which Honor,! dare
not fweare thou loueft me, yet my blood begins to flat¬
ter me, that thou doo'ft ; notwithftanding the poore and
vntempering eft'eil of my Vifage. Now beflirew my
Fathers Ambition , bee was thinking of Ciuill Warres
when bee got me , therefore was I created with a ftub-
borne out-fide, with an afpeCl of Iron, that when I come
to wooe Ladyes, I fright them : but in faith Kate, the el¬
der I wax, the better I ihall appeare. My comfort is, that
Old Age, that ill layer vp of Beautie, can doe no more
fpoyle vpon my Face. Thou haft me, if thou haft me, at
the worft ; and thou (halt weare me, if thou weare me,
better and better : and therefore tell me, moft faire Ka¬
therine, will you haue me.' Put oft" your Maiden Blulhes,
auouch the Thoughts of your Heart with the Lookes of
an Emprelfe, take me by the Hand , and fay, Harry of
England, I am thine : which Word thou lhalt no fooner
bleflfe mine Eare withall, but I will tell thee alowd, Eng¬
land is thine, Ireland is thine, France is thine, and Henry
'ilantaginet is thine ; who, though I fpeake it before his
Face, if he be not Fellow with the beft King, thou flialt
finde the beft King of Good-fellowes. Come your An¬
fwer in broken Mufick ; for thy Voyce is Mufick, and
thy Englilh broken: Therefore Qt^eene of i\\,Katherine,
breake thy minde to me in broken Englilh ; wilt thou
haue me ?
Kath. Dat is as it lhall pleafe de Roy mon pere.
King. Nay,it will pleafe him well. Kale-, it lhall pleafe
him, Kate.
Kath, Den it fall alfo content me.
King. Vpon that I kilTe your Hand, and I call you my
Queene.
Kath. Laijfe mon Seigneur, laijfe, laiffe, may fo-i : le ne
-veus point y«e motu ahhaijfe njoßre grandeue , en baijant le
main d'une noñre Seigneur indignie jeruiteur excuje may. le
•vous fupplie mon trej-puijfant Seigneur.
King. Then I will kilfe your Lippes, Ajjfe.
Kath. Les Dames & Damoije/s pour efire baifee deuant
leur nopceje il net pas le coflume de Fraunce.
King. Madame,my Interpreter,what fayes Ihee ?
Lady. Dat it is not be de falhon pour le Ladies of
Fraunce ; I cannot tell wat is builTe en Anglilh.
King. To kilfe.
Lady. Your Maieftee entendre bettre que moy.
King. It is not a falhion for the Maids in Fraunce to
kilfe before they are marryed,would Ihe fay.'
Lady. Ouy -verayment.
King. O Kate, nice Cuftomes curfie to great Kings.
Deare Kate , you and I cannot bee confin'd within the
weake Lyft of a Countreyes falhion : wee are the ma¬
kers of Manners, Kate ; and the libertie that followes
our Places, ftoppes the mouth of all finde-faults, as I
will doe yours , for vpholding the nice falhion of your
Countrey, in denying me a Kilfe : therefore patiently,
and yeelding. "You haue Witch-craft in your Lippes,
Kate : there is more eloquence in a Sugar touch of
them, then in the Tongues of the French Councell ; and
they Ihould fooner perfwade Harry of England, then a
generali Petition of Monarchs. Heere comes your
Father.
Enter the French Poseer, and the Engliß)
Lords.
'Burg. God fane your Maieftie, my Royall Coufin,
teach yuu our Princelfe Englilh .'
King. I would haue her learne, my faire Coufin, how
perfeftly I loue her,and that is good Englilh.
Burg. Is Ihee not apt ?
King. Our Tongue is rough. Coze, and my Conditi¬
on is not fmooth : fo that hauing neyther the Voyce nor
the Heart of Flatterie about me, I cannot fo coniure vp
the Spirit of Loue in her, that hee will appeare in his true
likenelfe.
IBurg. Pardon the franknelfe of my mirth, if I anfwer
you for that. If you would coniure in her , you mull
make a Circle : if coniure vp Loue in her in his true
likenelfe, hee mull appeare naked, and blinde. Can you
blame her then, being a Maid , yet ros'd ouer with the
Virgin Crimfon of Modeftie, if ihee deny the apparance
of a naked blinde Boy in her naked feeing felfe? It were
(my Lord) a hard Condition for a Maid to configne
to.
King. Yet they doe winke and yeeld, as Loue is blind
and enforces.
'Burg. They are then excus'd, my Lord, when they fee
not what they doe.
King. Then good my Lord, teach your Coufin to
confent winking.
'Burg. I will winke on her to confent, my Lord, if you
will teach her to know my meaning : for Maides well
Summer'd, and warme kept, are like Flyes at Bartholo-
mew-tyde, blinde, though they haue their eyes, and then
they will endure handling,which before would not abide
looking on.
King. This Morall tyes me ouer to Time, and a hot
Summer ; and fo I lhall catch the Flye , your Coufin, in
the latter end, and Ihee mull be blinde to.
'Burg. As Loue is my Lord,before it loues.
King. It is fo : and you may, fome of you, thanke
Loue for my blindnelfe , who cannot fee many a faire
French Citie for one faire French Maid that Hands in my
way.
French King. Yes my Lord , you fee them perfpec-
tiuely : the Cities turn'd into a Maid ; for they are
all gyrdled with Maiden Walls, that Warre hath en-
tred.
England. Shall Kate be my "Wife .'
France. So pleafe you.
England. I am content , fo the Maiden Cities you
talke of, may wait on her : fo the Maid that Hood in
the way for my Wilh, lhall Ihew me the way to my
Will.
France. Wee haue confented to all tearmes of rea-
fon.
England. Is't fo,my Lords of England?
JVeß. The King hath graunted euery Article :
His Daughter firll; and in fequele,all,
According to their firme propofed natures.
Exet. Onely
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Exet. Onely he hath not yet fubfcribed this :
Where your Maieftle demands, That the King of France
hauing any occafion to write for matter of Graunt, ihall
name your Highnefle in this forme, and with this additi¬
on, in French : Noßre trejcherfilx Henry Roy ¿''Angleterre
Heretere de Fraunce : and thus in Latine; Preeclar'ijfimuí
Filius noßer Henricus Rex Angliee & Heres Fruncía.
Frunce. Nor this I haue not Brother fo deny'd.
But your requeft fhall make me let it pafTe.
England. 1 pray you then,in loue and deare allyance,
Let that one Article ranke with the reft,
And thereupon giue me your Daughter.
ira««.Take her faire Sonne,and from her blood rayfe vp
Iflue to me, that the contending Kingdomes
Of France and England, whofe very Ihoares looke pale.
With enuy of each others happinefte,
May ceafe their hatred ; and this deare Coniunftion
Plant Neighbour-hood and Chriftian-like accord
In their fweet Bofomes : that neuer Warre aduance
His bleeding Sword 'twixt England and faire France.
Lords. Amen.
King. Now welcome Kate: and beare me witnefte all,
That here I kifle her as my Soueraigne Queene.
Flourißt.
Quee. God, the beft maker of all Marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your Realmes in one :
As Man and Wife being two,are one in loue.
So be there 'twixt your Kingdomes fuch a Spoufall,
That neuer may ill Office, or fell lealoufie.
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Which troubles oft the Bed of blefled Marriage,
Thruft in betweene the Pation of thefe Kingdomes,
To make diuorce of their incorporate League :
That EngJi/h may as French,French Engliihmen,
Receiue each other. God fpeake this Amen.
j4ll. Amen.
King. Prepare we for our Marriage ; on which day,
My Lord of Burgundy weenie take your Oath
And all the Peeres,for furetie of our Leagues*
Then ihall I fweare to you to me,
And may our Oathes well kept and profp'rous be.
Senet. Exeunt.
Enter Chorus.
Thus farre with rough, and all-vnable Pen,
Our bending Author hath purfu'd the Story,
In little roome confining mightie men,
Mangling by ftarts the full courfe of their glory.
Small time : but in that fmaIl,moil greatly liued
This Starre of England. Fortune made his Sword;
By which, the Worlds beft Garden he atchieued :
And of it left his Sonne Imperiall Lord.
Henry the Sixt,in Infant Bands crown'd King
Of France and England, did this Kingfucceed;
Whofe State fo many had the managing.
That they loft France,and made his England bleed :
Which oft our Stage hath ihowne; and for their fake,
In your faire minds let this acceptance take*
FINIS.
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The firít Part of Henry the Sixt.
<iA5ius 'Primus. Scœna 'Œ^rima.
Dead ç^arcb.
Enter the Funeraïl of King Henry the Fift, attended on by
the Du\e of Bedford^ Regent of France j the Dul^e
of Glofer^Frote£ior\ ^tDuke of Exeter War-
wickyy the 'Bißjop of JVincheßer ^and
the ^uhe of Somerfet.
'Bedford.
Vng be y heauenswith black,yield day to nightj
Comets importing change of Times and States,
Brandiih your cryftall Trefles in the Skie,
And with them fcourge the bad reuolting Stars,
That haue confented vnto Henries death :
King Henry the Fift, too famous to liue long,
England neVe loft a King of fo much worth.
Qloß. England ne*re had a King vntill his time;
Vertue he had,deferuing to command,
His brandiiht Sword did blinde men with his beames.
His Armes fpred wider then a Dragons Wings :
His fparkling Eyes,repleat with wrathfull fire.
More dazled and droue back his Enemies,
Then mid-day Sunne,fierce bent againft their fiices.
What ihould I fay? his Deeds exceed all fpeech :
He ne're lift vp his Hand, but conquered.
Exe.We mourne in black, why mourn we not in blood?
Henry is dead, and neuer íhall reuiue;
Vpon a Woodden Coffin we attend}
And Deaths di/honourable Viilorie,
We with our ftately prefence glorifie,
Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre.
What? fliall we curfe the Planets of Miihap,
That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow?
Or íhall we thinke the fubtile-witted French,
Coniurers and Sorcerers, that afraid of him,
By Magick Verfes haue contriu'd his end.
fVinch. He was a King, bleft of the King of Kings.
Vnto the French, the dreadfull ludgement-Day
So dreadfull will not be,as was his fight.
The Battailes of the Lord of Hofts he fought :
The Churches Prayers made him fo profperous.
Gloß. The Church? where is it?
Had not Church-men prayM,
His thred of Life had not fo foone decayed.
None doe you like, but an effeminate Prince,
Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe.
JVinch. Gießer y what ere we like, thou art Protestor,
And lookeft to command the Prince and Realme.
Thy Wife is prowd, ihe holdeth thee in awe.
More then God or Religious Church-men may.
Gloß. Name not Religion, for thou lou'ft the Flelh,
And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go*ft,
Except it be to pray againft thy foes.
^e<f.Ceafe,ceafe thefe Iarres,& reft your minds in peace:
Let's to the Altar: Heralds wayt on vs}
In ftead of Gold,weeMe offer vp our Armes,
Since Armes auayle not,now that Henryks dead,
Pofteritie await for wretched yeeres,
When at their Mothers moiftned eyes,Babes íhall fuck,
Our lie be made a Noutilh of fait Teares,
And none but Women left to wayle the dead.
Henry the Fift, thy Ghoft I inuocate :
Proiper this Realme, keepe it from Ciuill Broyles,
Combat with aduerfe Planets in the Heauens ;
A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make.
Then luHus Cafar^or bright-—
Enter a IVießenger.
Mejf. My honourable Lords,health to you all:
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of lofie, of Daughter,and difcomfiture :
Guyen, Champaigne, Rheimes, Orleance,
Paris,Guyfors,Poidtiers,are all quite loft.
BedfV^h^X. fay'ft thou man, before dead Henry s Coarfe?
Speake foftly,or the loife of thofe great Townes
Will make him burft his Lead,and rife from death.
Gloñ. Is Paris loft? is Roan yeelded vp ?
If Henry were recalPd to life againe,
Theiè news would caufe him once more yeeld the Ghoft.
Exe. How were they lofti what trecheriewas vs'di
Meff. No trecherie, but want of Men and Money.
Amongft the Souldiers this is muttered.
That here you maintaine feuerall Faisions :
And whirft a Field ihould be difpatcht and fought,
You are difputing of your Generals.
One would haue lingring Warres,with little coft}
Another would flye fwift,but wanteth Wings;
A third thinkes, without expence at all.
By guilefull faire words. Peace may be obtayn'd.
Awake,awake,Engliih Nobilitie,
Let not fiouth dimme your Honors,new begot;
Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes
Of Englands Coat, one hälfe is cut away.
Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall,
Thefe Tidings would call forth her flowing Tides.
Bedf Me they concerne,Regent I am of France:
Giue me my fteeled Coat,He fight for France.
Away with thefe difgracefull wayling Robes ;
Wounds will I lend the French,in ftead of Eyes,
To weepe their intermiffiue Miferies.
Enter
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Enter to them another Me£'enger.
Mejf. Lords view thefe Letters,full of bad mifchance.
France is reuolted from the Englifh quite,
Except fome petty Townes,of no import.
The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes :
The Baftard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd :
Ä<jr»i/</,Duke of Aniou, doth take his part,
The Duke of Alanfon flyeth to his fide. Sxit,
Sxe. The Dolphin crown'd King? all flye to him?
0 whither Ihall we flye from this reproach í
Gtoß. We will not flye, but to our enemies throats.
'BeeforJfH thou be flacke, lie fight it out.
®i</. Gloßer, why doubtfl thou of my forwardneíTe?
An Army haue I mufter'd in my thoughts,
Wherewith already France is ouer-run.
Enter another Meßenger,
eMeJ. My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments.
Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearfe,
1 muft informe you of a difmall fight.
Betwixt the flout Lord Talbot, and the French.
Win. What'wherein Ta/¿oí ouercame, is't fo ?
•¡.íMef.O no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown:
The circumflance He tell you mote at large.
The tenth of Augufl laft, this dreadfull Lord,
Retyring from the Siege of Orleance,
Hauing full fcarce fix thoufand in his troupe.
By three and twentle thoufand of the French
Was round incompaired,and fet vpon :
No leyfure had he to enranke his men.
He wanted Pikes to fet before his Archers :
Inftead whereof, fharpe Stakes pluckt out of Hedges
They pitched in the ground confufedly.
To keepe the Horfemen ofF,from breaking in.
More then three houres the fight continued :
Where valiant Talbot, oboue humane thought,
Enafled wonders with his Sword and Lance.
Hundreds he fent to Hell,and none durfl fland him:
Here,there,and euery where enrag'd,he flew.
The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,
All the whole Army flood agaz'd on him.
HisSouldiers fpying his vndaunted Spirit,
A Talboi,z Talbot,erf i out amaine.
And rufht into the Bowels of the Battaile.
Here had the Conqueft fully been feal'd vp,
If Sir lohn Falßaße had not play'd the Coward.
He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde.
With purpofe to relieue and follow them.
Cowardly fled,not hauing ftruck one flroake.
Hence grew the generali wrack and malTacre :
Enclofed were they with their Enemies.
A bafe Wallon,to win the Dolphins grace,
Thruft Talbot with a Speare into the Back,
Whom all France, with their chiefe alTembled flrength.
Dürft not prefume to looke once in the face.
BeJf. Is Talbot flaine then? I will flay my felfe,
For lining idly here, in pompe and eafe,
Whil'ft fuch a worthy Leader, wanting ayd,
Vnto his daflard foe-men is betray'd.
'¡■Meß. O no,he Hues, but is tooke Prifoner,
And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hunger ford i
Moft of the reft flaughter'd,or tooke likewife.
Bedf. His Ranfome there is none but I fhall pay.
He hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,
His Crowne fhall be the Ranfome of my friend :
Foure of their Lords He change for one of ours.
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Farwell my Mafters,to my Taske will I,
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keepe our great Saint Georges Feaft withall.
Ten thoufand Souldiers with me 1 will take,
Whofe bloody deeds ihall make all Europe quake.
So you had need, for Orleance is befieg'd,
The Englifh Army is growne weake and faint :
The Earle of Salisbury craueth fupply,
And hardly keepes his men from mutinie.
Since they fo few,watch fuch a multitude.
Sxe, Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry fworne :
Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly.
Or bring him in obedience to your yoake.
^edf, I doe remember it,and here take my leauc,
To goe about my preparation. Exit Bedford,
Glofl, lie to the Tower with all the haft i can,
To view th*Artillerie and Munition,
And then I will proclayme young Henry King«
Exit Gloßer,
Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is,
Being ordaynM his fpeciall Gouernor,
And for his fafetie there lie beft deuife. Exit.
fVincb, Each hath his Place and Function to attend:
I am left out ; for me nothing remaines :
But long I will not be lack out of Office«
The King from Eltam I intend to fend.
And fit at chiefeft Sterne of publique Weale«
Exit.
Sound a Flourijh,
Enter Charles,, Alanjon., and Reigneir, marching
nvith Drum and Souldiers.
Charles. Mars his true mouing,euen as in the Heauens,
So in the Earth,to this day is not knowne.
Late did he fhine vpon the Englifh fide :
Now we are Victors,vpon vs he fmiles«
What Townes of any moment, but we haue í
At pleafure here we lye,neere Orleance :
OtherwhileSjthe famifht Englifh,like pale Ghofts,
Faintly befiege vs one houre in a moneth.
Alan.Thty want their Porredge,á¿ their fat Bui Beeues:
Eyther they muft be dyeted like Mules,
And haue their Prouender ty*d to their mouthes.
Or pitteous they will looke,like drowned Mice.
Reigneir.htCs rayfe the Siegetwhy liue we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to feare;
Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury^
And he may well in fretting fpend his gall.
Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre.
Charles. Sound,found Alarum, we will rufh on them.
Now for the honour of the forlorne French :
Him I forgiue my death, that killeth me,
When he fees me goe back one foot, or five. Exeunt.
Here Alarum, they are beaten bac^ by the
Engli/h,with great lojfe.
Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reigneir.
CW/«.Who euer faw the like?what men haue I?
Dogges, Cowards, Daftards : I would neVe haue fled,
But that they left me 'midft my Enemies.
Reigneir, Salübury is a defperate Homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life ;
The other Lords, like Lyons wanting foode,
Doe rufh vpon vs as their hungry prey.
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Alanfon. Froyfard, a Countreyman of ours, records,
England all Oliuen and Rcwlands breed.
During the time Edward the third did ralgne :
More truly now may this be verified ¡
For none but Samfons and GoUaJfes
It fendeth forth to skirmilh : one to tenne?
Leane raw-bon'd Rafcals, who would e're fuppofe,
They had fuch courage and audacitie?
Charles. Let's leaue this Towne,
For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues,
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them ; rather with their Teeth
The Walls they'le teare downe,then forfake the Siege.
Reigneir. I thinke by fome odde Gimmors or Deuice
Their Armes are fet,like Clocks, ftill toftrike on ;
Elfe ne're could they hold out fo as they doe :
By my confent, wee'le euen let them alone.
Alanjon. Be it fo.
Enter the 'Baßard of Orleance.
'Baßard. Where's the Prince Dolphin ? I haue newes
for him.
Dolfh. Baftard of Orleance,thrice welcome to vs.
Baß. Me thinks your looks are fad,your chear appal'd.
Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence ?
Be not difmay'djfor fuccour is at hand :
A holy Maid hither with me I bring.
Which by a Vlfion fent to her from Heauen,
Ordayned is to rayfe this tedious Siege,
And driue the Englilh forth the bounds of France :
The fpirit of deepe Prophecie Ihe hath.
Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome:
What's paft, and what's to come, Ihe can defcry.
Speake,lhall I call her in? beleeue my words.
For they are certaine, and vnfallible.
Dolpb. Goe call her in: but firft, to try her skill,
Reignier lland thou as Dolphin in my place ;
Q^eftion her prowdly, let thy Lookes be fterne.
By this meanes fhall we found what skill ihe hath.
Enter loane Puosel.
Reigneir. Faire Maid, is't thou wilt doe thefe won¬
drous feats ?
Puosel. Reignier,\et thou that thinkeft to beguile me?
Where is the Dolphin ? Come, come from behinde,
I know thee well, though neuer feene before.
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me ;
In priuate will I talke with thee apart :
Stand back you Lords, and giue vs leaue a while.
Reigneir, She takes vpon her brauely at firft dalh.
Puzel. Dolphin, I am by birth a Shepheards Daughter,
My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art :
Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To ihine on my contemptible eftate.
Loe,whileft I wayted on my tender Lambes,
And to Sunnes parching heat difplay'd my cheekes,
Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me.
And in a Vifion full of Maieftie,
Will'd me to leaue my bafe Vocation,
And free my Countrey from Calamitie :
Her ayde ihe promis'd,and affur'd fucceife.
In compleat Glory ihee reueal'd her felfe :
And whereas I was black and fwart before,
With thofe cleare Rayes, which Ihee infus'd on me.
That beautie am I bleft with, which you may fee.
Aske me what queftion thou canft polfible.
And I will anfwer vnpremeditated :
My Courage trie by Combat, if thou dar'ft.
And thou lhalt finde that I exceed my Sex.
Refolueon this, thou lhalt be fortunate.
If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate.
Dolfb. Thou haft aftonilht me with thy high termes:
Onely this proofe He of thy Valour make.
In fingle Combat thou fhalt buckle with me ;
And if thou vanquiftieft, thy words are true,
Otherwife I renounce all confidence.
ftmel. I am prepar'd: here is my keene-edg'd Sword,
Deckt with fine Flower-de-Luces on each fide.
The which at Touraine,in S.Katberines Church-yard,
Out of a great deale of old Iron, I chofe forth.
Dolfh. Then come a Gods name, I feare no woman.
Puael. And while I Hue,He ne're flye from a man.
Here they ßght, and loane de Tusoel ouercomes.
Dolpb. Stay,ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon,
And fighteft with the Sword of Debora.
Puosel. Chrifts Mother helpes me, elfe I were too
weake.
Do//)¿.Who e're helps thee,'tis thou that muft help me ;
Impatiently I burne with thy defire,
My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd.
Excellent Ptael, if thy name be fo.
Let me thy feruant,and not Soueraigne be,
'Tis the French Dolphin fueth to thee thus.
Puosel. I muft not yeeld to any rights of Loue,
For my ProfelTion's facred from aboue :
When I haue chafed all thy Foes from hence.
Then will I th'mke vpon a recompence.
"Dolpb. Meane time looke gracious on thy proftrate
Thrall.
Reigneir. My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke.
AlanJ.Doxshütílt he Ihriues this woman to her fmock,
Elfe ne're could he fo long protraâ his fpeech.
Reigneir, Shall wee difturbe him, lince hee keepes no
meane ?
Alan.He may meane more then we poor men do know,
Thefe women are Ihrewd tempters with their tongues.
Reigneir.My Lord, where are you? what deuife you on?
Shall we giue o're Orleance, or no ?
Piize/.Why no,I fay: diftruftfull Recreants,
Fight till the laft gafpe : He be your guard.
Dolpb. What ihee fayes, He confirme : wee'le fight
it out.
Puosel. Affign'd am I to be the Englilh Scourge.
This night the Siege afluredly He rayfe :
Expefl Saint ¿Martins Summer,Halcyons dayes.
Since I haue entred into thefe Warres.
Glory is like a Circle in the Water,
Which neuer ceafeth to enlarge it felfe.
Till by broad fpreading, it difperfe to naught.
With Henries death, the Englilh Circle ends,
Difperfed are the glories it included :
Now am I like that prowd infulting Ship,
Which Cafar and his fortune bare at once.
Dolpb. Was Mahomet infpired with a Doue?
Thou with an Eagle art infpired then.
Helen, the Mother of Great Qonßanline,
Nor yet S.fhilips daughters were like thee.
Bright Starre of Henus,hlite downe on the Earth,
How may I reuerently worlhip thee enough ?
tAlanfon. Leaue off delayes, and let vs rayfe the
Siege.
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Woman, do what thou canft to faue our honors,
Driue them from Orleance, and be immortalized.
Dolph. Prefently wee'Ie try : come, let's away about it.
No Prophet will I truft,if Ihee proue falfe. Exeunt,
Enter Glcßeryxp'tth bü Serúing-men,
Gloß. I am come to furuey the Tower this day;
Since Henries death, I feare there is Conueyance :
Where be thefc Warders,that they wait not here?
Open the Gates,'tis Gloßer that calls.
1. Warder. Who's there, that knocks fo imperioufly ^
Gloß. I. Man. It is the Noble Duke of Glofter.
2. Warder. Who ere he be,you may not be let in.
I.Man. Villaines, anfwer you fo the Lord Protestor?
I. Warder. The Lord proteil him,ro we anfwer him.
We doc no otherwife then wee are wili'd.
G/oi?.Who willed you?or whofe will ftands but mine?
There's none Proteilor of the Realme,but I :
Breake vp the Gates, lie be your warrantize ;
Shall 1 be flowted thus by dunghill Groomes ^
Gloßer5 men rußo at the Torver Gates y and Wooduile
the Lieutenant ßteakes tpithîn.
Wooduile. What noyfe is this ? what Traytors haue
wee here ?
GloE. Lieutenant, is it you whofe voyce I heare ?
Open the Gates, here's Qloßer that would enter.
Wooduile. Haue patience Noble Duke, I may not open,
The Cardinall of Wincheíler forbids :
From him I haue exprelfe commandement,
That thou nor none of thine ihall be let in.
Gloß, Faint-hearted ^oí>ífw//e,prizeft him'fore me?
Arrogant Wincheßer, that haughtie Prelate,
Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne're could brooke ?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the King s
Open the Gates, or lie Ihut thee out Ihortly.
Seruingmen. Open the Gates vnto the Lord Protcélor,
Or wee'le burft them open, if that you come not quickly*
Enter to the FroteElor at the Tower Çates, Wincheßer
and his men in Tawney Coates.
Wincheñ. How now ambitious VmpheiryV/hzt meanes
this ?
Gloß. Piel'd Prieft, doo'ft thou command me to be
ihut out ?
Winch. 1 doe, thou moft vfurping Proditor,
And not Proteilor of the King or Realme.
Gloß. Stand back thou manifeil Confpirator,
Thou that contriued'ft to murther our dead Lord,
Thou that giu'ft Whores Indulgences to finne,
lie canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat,
If thou proceed in this thy infolence.
Nay,ftand thou back, I will not budge a foot :
This be Damafcus, be thou curfed CaWy
To (lay thy Brother Ahelyxi thou wilt*
Gloß. I will not flay thee, but He driue thee back :
Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Childs bearing Cloth,
He vfe, to carry thee out of this place.
Winch, Doe what thou dar'ft, I beard thee to thy
face.
Qloß, What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face f
Draw men, for all this priuiledged place,
Blew Coats to Tawny Coats. Prieft, beware your Beard,
I meane to tugge it, and to cufFe you foundly.
Vnder my feet 1 ftampe thy Cardinalls Hat:
In fpight of Pope,or dignities of Church,
Here by the Cheekes He drag thee vp and downe.
Winch. Gloßer , thou wilt anfwere this before the
Pope.
Gloß. Winchefter Goofe,I cry,a Rope,a Rope*
Now beat them hence, why doe you let them ftay ?
Thee lie chafe hence, thou Wolfe in Sheepes array.
Out Tawney-CoateSjOut Scarlet Hypocrite.
Here Gloßers men heat out the Cardinalls meny
and enter in the hurly-burly the Maior
of Londonyond hü Officers.
Maior, Eye Lords, that you being fupreme Magiftrates,
Thus contumelioufly fliould breake the Peace.
Gloß. Peace Maior, thou know'ft little of my wrongs:
Here's that regards nor God nor King,
Hath here diftrayn'd the Tower to his vfe*
Winch. Here's Gloßery^ Foe to Citizens,
One that ftill motions Warre,and neuer Peace,
O're-charging your free Purfes with large Fines ;
That feekes to ouerthrow Religion,
Becaufe he is Proteólor of the Realme ;
And would haue Armour here out of the Tower,
To Crowne himfelfe King,and fupprelTe the Prince*
Qloß. I will not anfwer thee with words, but blowes*
Here they shjrmiffi againe.
Aiiz/or. Naught refts for me,in this tumultuous ftrife,
But to make open Proclamation.
Come Officer, as lowd as e're thou canft, cry :
All manner of meny affemhled here in Armes this day y
againß Gods Peace and the Kings y wee charge and command
youy in hü Highneffie NamCy to repayre to your Jeuerall dwel—
ling places, and not to weare, handle, or vje any Sword, Wea-
pottyor "Dagger hence-forwardyvpon paine of death.
Gloß. CardlnaU,Ile be no breaker of the Law:
But we /hall meer,and breake our minds at large*
Winch. G/(jy?irr,wee'le meet to thy coft,be fure :
Thy heart-blood I will haue for this dayes worke*
Maior. He call for Clubs,if you will not away:
This Cardlnall's more haughtie then the Deuill.
Gloß. Maior farewell : thou doo'ft but what thou
m ay'ft.
Winch. Abhominable Gloßer, guard thy Head,
For I intend to haue it ere long. Exeunt.
Maior. See the Coaft clear'd, and then we will depart.
Good God, thefe Nobles /hould fuch ftomacks beare,
I my felfe fight not once in fortie yeere* Exeunt.
Enter the Maßer Gunner of Orleance, and
hü Boy.
M.Gunner.Sxrrhtiythoxx know'ft how Orleance is befleg'd.
And how the Englilh haue the Suburbs wonne.
^oy. Father I know,and oft haue /hot at them,
How e're vnfortunate,I mifs'd my ayme.
M.Gunner. "Qyit now thou /halt not. Be thou rul'd by me:
Chiefe Mafter Gunner am I of this Towne,
Something I muft doe to procure me grace :
The Princes efpyals haue informed me.
How the Engli/h, in the Suburbs clofe entrencht,
Went through a fecret Grate of Iron Barres,
In yonder Tower, to ouer-peere the Citie,
And thence difcouer, how with moft aduantage
They may vex vs with Shot or with A/Tault.
To intercept this ineonuenience,
A Peece of Ordnance 'gainft it I haue plac'd.
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And cuen thefe three dayes haue I watcht,
If I could fee them. Now doe thou watch,
For I can ftay no longer.
If thou fpy'ft any, runne and bring me word,
And thou lhalt finde me at the Gouernors. Exit.
Boy, Father,I warrant you, take you no care.
He neuer trouble you, if I may fpye them. Exit.
Enter Salübury and Talbot on the Turrets,
with others.
Saliib. Talbot,my life, my ioy,againe return'd }
How wert thou handled, being Prifoner ?
Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd ?
Difcourfe I prethee on this Turrets top.
Talbot. The Earle of Bedford had a Prifoner,
Call'd the braue Lord Ponton de Santrayle,
For him was I exchang'd,and ranfom'd.
But with a bafer man of Armes by farre,
Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me :
Which I difdaining,fcorn'd,and craued death.
Rather then I would be fo pil'd efteem'd :
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.
But Ojthe trecherous Falßaffe wounds my heart.
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute.
If I now had him brought into my power.
Salisb. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert enter-
tain'd.
Tal. With fcoffes and fcornes, and contumelious taunts.
In open Market-place produc't they me.
To be a publique fpeftacle to all :
Here,fayd they, is the Terror of the French,
The Scar-Crow that affrights our Children fo.
Then broke I from the Officers that led me.
And with my nayles digg'd ftones out of the ground.
To hurle at the beholders of my fhame.
My grifly countenance made others flye.
None dürft come neere,for feare of fuddaine death.
In Iron Walls they deem'd me not fecure :
So great feare of my Name 'mongft them were fpread.
That they fuppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele,
And fpurne in pieces Pofts of Adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen Shot I had.
That walkt about me euery Minute while :
And if I did but ftirre out of my Bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy with a Linfloc\.
Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd.
But we will be reueng'd fufficiently.
Now it is Supper time in Orleance :
Here, through this Grate,I count each one.
And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie :
Let vs looke in, the fight will much delight thee:
Sir Thomas Çargraue,and Sir bniliam Glanjdale,
Let me haue your expreffe opinions.
Where is belt place to make our Batt'ry next ?
Gargraue, I thinke at the North Gate,for there Hands
Lords.
Glanjdale. And I heere, at the Bulwarke of the
Bridge.
Talb. For ought I fee,this Citie muft be familht,
Or with light Skirmifhes enfeebled. Here they Jhot, and
Salisbury falls downe.
Salisb. O Lord haue mercy on vs, wretched finners.
Gargraue. O Lord haue mercy on me, wofull man.
Talb.Vfhit chance is this,that fuddeniy hath croft vs?
Speake Salisbury ; at leaft, if thou canft, fpeake :
How far'ft thou,Mirror of all Martiall men ?
One of thy Eyes, and thy Cheekes fide ftruck olf?
Accurfed Tower, accurfed fatall Hand,
That hath contriu'd this wofull Tragedle.
In thirteene Battailes, Salisbury o'recame :
Henry the Fift he firft trayn'd to the Warres.
Whil'ft any Trumpe did found,or Drum ftruck vp.
His Sword did ne're leaue ftriking in the field.
Yet liu'ft thou Salisbury ? though thy fpeech doth fayle.
One Eye thou haft to looke to Heauen for grace.
The Sunne with one Eye vieweth all the World.
Heauen be thou gracious to none aliue.
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands.
Beare hence his Body,I will helpe to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargraue, haft thou any lite ?
Speake vnto Tu/icr, nay,looke vp to him.
&slisbury cheare thy Spirit with this comfort.
Thou flialt not dye whiles
He beckens with his hand,and fmiles on me :
As who fhould fay. When I am dead and gone.
Remember to auenge me on the French.
Plantaginet 1 will, and like thee.
Play on the Lute, beholding the Townes burne:
Wretched lhall France be onely in my Name.
Here an ailarum,and it Thunders and Lightens.
What ftirre is this f what tumult's in the Heauens ?
Whence commeth this Alarum,and the noyfe?
Enter a Meßenger,
MeJf.Viy Lord,my Lord,the French haue gathePd head.
The Dolphin, with one loane de Puosel ioyn'd,
A holy Propheteife, new rifen vp.
Is come with a great Power, to rayfe the Siege.
Here Salisbury lifteth himfelfe 'vp,and groanes.
Talb. Heare, heare, how dying Salisbury doth groane.
It irkes his heart he cannot be reueng'd.
Frenchmen, He be a Salisbury to you.
Puosel or Pujfel, Dolphin or Dog-fiih,
Your hearts He ftarape out with my Horfes heeles.
And make a Quagmire of your mingled braines.
Conuey me Salisbury into his Tent,
And then wee'le try what thefe daftard Frenchmen dare.
Alarum. Exeunt.
Here an Alarum againe, and Talbot purjueth the Dolphin,
and driueth him ; Then enter loane de Puzel,
driuing Englifhmen before her.
Then enter Talbot,
Talb.Vfhett is my ftrength, my valour,and my force?
Our Englilh Troupes retyre, I cannot ftay them,
A Woman clad in Armour chafeth them.
Enter Puosel,
Here, here ftiee comes. He haue a bowt with thee :
Deuill,or Deuils Dam, He coniure thee :
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a Witch,
And ftraightway glue thy Soule to him thou feru'ft,
fuzel. Come, come, 'tis onely I that muft difgrace
thee. Here they fight.
Talb. Heauens, can you fuft'er Hell fo to preuayle?
My breft He burft with ftraining of my courage.
And from my flioulders crack my Armes afunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded Strumpet.
They fight againe,
Puzel. Talbot farwell,thy houre is not yet come,
I muft goe Vidluall Orleance forthwith :
A fhort Alarum ; then enter the Towr.e
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O're-take me if thou canft,I fcorne thy ftrength.
Goe, goe, cheare vp thy hungry-ftarued men,
Helpe Salühury to make his Teftament,
This Day is ours, as many more ihall be. Exit.
Talb. My thoughts are whirled like a Potters Wheele,
I know not where 1 am, nor what I doe :
A Witch by /eare,not force, like Hannibal^
Driues back our troupes,and conquers as Ihe lifts :
So Bees with fmoake, and Doues with noyfome flench,
Are from their Hyues and Houfes driuen away.
They calPd vs,for our fierceneire,Engliih Dogges,
Now like to Whelpes, we crying runne away,
A port Alarum.
Hearke Countreymen, eyther renew the fight.
Or teare the Lyons out of Englands Coat j
Renounce your Soyle,giue Sheepe in Lyons ilead :
Sheepe run not hälfe fo trecherous from the Wolfe,
Or Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard,
As you flye from your ofc-fubdued flaues.
^Alarum. Here another Shjrm 'p.
It will not be, retyre into your Trenches !
You all confented vnto Salùburies death.
For none would flrike a flroake in his reuenge«
Pu%el is entred into Orleance,
In fpight of vs,or ought that we could doe.
O would I were to dye with Salùhury^
The fhamc hereof,will make me hide my head.
Sxit Talbot,
Alarum^ Retreat y Flourp.
Enter on the îVaîhy Tu%ely Dolphin^ Reigneiry
tAlanfo/iy and Souldiers.
Tuzel. Aduance our wauing Colours on the Walls,
Refcu*d is Orleance from the Englifh.
Thus loane de Puaei hath performed her word.
Dolph. Diuineft Creature, Daughter,
How fhall I honour thee for this fucceíTe}
Thy promifes are like Adonü Garden,
That one day bloomM,and fruitfull were the next.
France, triumph in thy glorious PropheteiTe,
Rccouer*d is the Towne of Orleance,
More blefTed hap did ne*re befall our State.
Reigneir. Why ring not out the Bells alowd.
Throughout the Towne ?
Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonñres,
And fead and banquet in the open flreets.
To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs.
Alanf. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy.
When they fhall heare how we haue play'd the men.
Dolph. *Tis loaney not we, by whom the day is wonne :
For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her.
And all the Priefls and Fryers in my Realme,
Shall in proceflîon fing her endlefTe prayfe.
A llatelyer Pyramis to her He reare,
Then Rhodophe^s or <s^emphü euer was.
In memorie of her, when fhe is dead.
Her Aihes,in an Vrne more precious
Then the rich-iewel'd Coffer of DariuSy
Tranfported,fhall be at high Fefliuals
Before the Kings and Queenes of France.
No longer on Saint Demiü will we cry,
But Joane de Puzelfhall be France's Saint..
Come in,and let vs Banquet Royally,
After this Golden Day of Viilorie,
Flourip. Exeunt.
ASius Secmdus. Seena Trima.
Enter a Sergeant of a Bandyxvith txvo Sentinels.
Ser. Sirs, take your places,and be vigilant:
If any noyfe or Souldier you perceiue
Neere to the walles, by fome apparant ligne
Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard.
Sent. Sergeant you fhall. Thus are poore Seruitors
(When others fleepe vpon their quiet beds)
Conflrain'd to watch in darkneíTe, raine, and cold.
Enter Talbot y Tedfordy and Burgundy y wth fcaling
Ladders : Their Drummts beating a
T)ead cAfarch,
Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundyy
By whofe approach, the Regions of Artoys^
Wallony and Picardyy are friends to vs :
This happy night, the Frenchmen are fecure,
Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted,
Embrace we then this opportunitie.
As fitting bell to quittance their deceite,
Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.
Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame,
Difpairing of his owne armes fortitude.
To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell«
Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company.
But what's that Puzell whom they tearme fo pure?
Tal. A Maid, they fay.
Ted. A Maid ? And be fo martiall ?
Bur. Pray God fhe proue not mafculine ere long:
If vnderneath the Standard of the French
She carry Armour, as fhe hath begun*
7h/. Well, let them pra£life and conuerfe with fpirits,
God is our FortrelTe, in whofe conquering name
Let vs refolue to fcale their flinty bulwarkes.
Bed. Afcend braue Talboty we will follow thee.
Tal. Not altogether : Better farre I gueffe,
That we do make our entrance feuerall wayes:
That if it chance the one of vs do faile.
The other yet may rife againfl their force.
Bed, Agreed j He to yond corner.
Tur. And I to this.
Tal. And heere will Talbot mount,or make his graue.
Now Salùburyy for thee and for the right
Of Englifh Henryy fhall this night appeare
How much in duty, I am bound to both.
Sent. Arme, arme, the enemy doth make alTauIt.
Cry y S. GeorgCy A Talbot.
The French leape ore the xvalles in theirpirts. Enter
feuerall vcayesy Baßardy AlanJoUy Reigniery
hälfe readyy and hälfe njnready.
Alan. How now my Lords? what all vnreadie fo^
Taß. Vnready? I and glad we fcap'd fo well.
Bí/¿-.'Twa$ time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds.
Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.
Alan. Of all exploits fince firfl I follow'd Armes,
Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize
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More venturous, or defperate then this.
Bafl. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell.
Riig- If not of Hell, the Heauens fure fauour him.
Alanj. Here commeth Charles,I maruell how he fped?
Enter Charles and Joane.
Baß. Tut, holy loane was his defenfiue Guard.
Charl. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame?
Didft thou at firft, to flatter vs withalJ,
Make vs partakers of a little gayne.
That now our loflTe might be ten times fo much?
loane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you haue my Power alike?
Sleeping or waking, muft I ftill preuayle.
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good.
This fudden Mifchiefe neuer could haue falne.
Charl. Duke of Alanfon,this was your default,
That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,
Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.
AlanJ. Had all your Quarters been as fafely kept,
As that whereof Í had the gouernment.
We had not beene thus lhamefully furpriz'd.
Baß. Mine was fecure.
Reig. And fo was mine, my Lord.
Charl. And for my felfe, mod part of all this Night
Within her Quarter,and mineowne Precinft,
I was imploy'd in paffing to and fro.
About relieuing of the Centinels.
Then how, or which way, fliould they firll breake in i
loane. Qj^eftion ( my Lords) no further of the cafe.
How or which way ; 'tis fure they found fome place,
But weakely guarded, where the breach was made :
And now there refts no other fliift but this.
To gather our Souldiors, fcatter'd and difperc't.
And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them.
Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter a Souldier,crying, a Talbot, a Talbot :
theyßye, leauing their Clothes behind.
Sould. He be fo bold to take what they haue left :
The Cry of Talbot ferues me for a Sword,
For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,
Vfing no other Weapon but his Name. Exit,
Snter Talbot, IBedford, 'Burgundie.
Bedf. The Day begins to breake, and Night is fled,
Whofe pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth.
Here found Retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit. Retreat.
Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury,
And here aduance it in the Market-Place,
The middle Centure of this curfed Towne.
Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule :
For euery drop of blood was drawne from him.
There hath at leaft flue Frenchmen dyed to night.
And that hereafter Ages may behold
What ruine happened in reuenge of him.
Within their chiefeft Temple He ereft
A Tombe, wherein his Corps fliall be interr'd:
Vpon the which, that euery one may reade.
Shall be engrau'd the facke of Orleance,
The trecherous manner of his mourneíúll death,
And what a terror he had beene to France,
But Lords, in all our bloudy MalTacre,
I mufe we met not with the Dolphins Grace,
His new-come Champion, vertuous loane of Acre,
Nor any of his falfe Confederates.
Bedfl"Vis thought Lord Talbot,-v/hen the fight began,
Rows'd on the fudden from their drowfie Beds,
They did amongft the troupes of armed men,
Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field.
Burg. My felfe, as farre as I could well difcerne.
For fmoake,and duskie vapours of the night.
Am fure I fcar'd the Dolphin and his Trull,
When Arme in Arme they both came fwiftly running.
Like to a payre of louing Turtle-Doues,
That could not liue afunder day or night.
After that things are fet in order here,
Wee'le follow them with all the power we haue.
Enter a elMeßenger.
Meff. AW hayle,my Lords:which of this Princely trayne
Call ye the Warlike Talbot, for his Ails
So much applauded through the Realme of France?
Talb. Here is the Talbot,v/ho would fpeak with him?
Meß". The vertuous Lady,Countefle of Ouergne,
With modeftie admiring thy Renowne,
By me entreats (great Lord) thou would'ft vouchfafe
To vifit her poore Caftle where Ihe lyes.
That ihe may boaft (he hath beheld the man,
Whofe glory fills the World with lowd report.
Burg. Is it euen fo? Nay,then I fee our Warres
Will turne vnto a peacefiill Comick fport.
When Ladyes craue to be encountred with.
You may not (my Lord) defpife her gentle fuit.
Talb. Ne're truft me then: for when a World of men
Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie,
Yet hath a Womans kindnefle ouer-rul'd :
And therefore tell her, I retorne great thankes.
And in fubmiflion will attend on her.
Will not your Honors beare me company?
Bedf. No,truly,'tis more then manners will:
And I haue heard it fayd, Vnbidden Guefts
Are often welcommeft when they are gone.
Talb. Well then,alone (fmce there's no remedie)
I meane to proue this Ladyes courtefie.
Come hither Captaine, you perceiue my minde.
JVhißers.
Capt. I doe my Lord, and meane accordingly.
Exeunt,
Enter Counteffe,
Count. Porter,remember what I gaue in charge.
And when you haue done fo,bring the Keyes to me.
Port. Madame,I will. Exit.
Count. The Plot is layd, if all things fall out right,
I (hall as famous be by this exploit.
As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrue death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight,
And his atchieuements of no leife account :
Faine would mine eyes be witneife with mine eares.
To giue their cenfure of thefe rare reports.
Enter Mejfenger and Talbot.
Meff. Madame, according as your Ladyihip defir'd.
By Meifage crau'd, fo is Lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome: what? is this the man ?
Meff. Madame, it is.
Count. Is this the Scourge of France ?
Is this the Talbot, fo much fear'd abroad ?
That with his Name the Mothers ftill their Babes?
I fee Report is fabulous and falle.
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I thought I /hould haue feene feme Hercules^
A fécond HeElory for his grim afpeft,
And large proportion of his ilrong knit Limbes«
AlaS)this is a Child, a filiy Dwarfe :
It cannot be, this weake and wrichled ihrimpe
Should ftrike fuch terror to his Enemies.
Talk. Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you :
But fmce your Lady/hip is not at leyfure.
He fort fome other time to vifit you.
Count, What meanes he now?
Goe aske him, whither he goes?
Mejf. Stay my Lord Talboty for my Lady craues,
To know the caufe of your abrupt departure?
Talb. Marry, for that ihee^s in a wrong beleefe,
I goe to certifie her Talbot''i here.
Enttr Porter witb Keyes.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou Prlfoner.
Talb. Prifoner ? to whom ?
Count, To me,blood-thirftie Lord:
And for that caufe I trayn'd thee to my Houfe,
Long time thy ihadow hath been thrall to me.
For in my Gallery thy Piflure hangs :
But now the fubftance fhall endure the like,
And I will chayne thefe Legges and Armes of thine,
That haft by Tyrannie thefe many yeeres
Wafted our Countrey, flaine our Citizens,
And fent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate.
Talb. Ha, ha, ha.
Count, Laugheft thou Wretch ?
Thy mirth fhall turne to moane«
Talb. J laugh to fee your Ladyihip fo fond.
To thinke,that you haue ought but Talbots fhadow.
Whereon to praöife your feuerifie.
Qount. Whyi art not thou the man i
Talb, 1 am indeede.
Count. Then haue I fubftance too.
Talb, No, no, I am but ihadow of my felfe :
You are deceiu*d, my fubftance is not here 3
For what you fee, is but the fmalleft part.
And leaft proportion of Humanifte :
I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here,
It is of fuch a fpacious loftie pitch,
Your Roofe were not fufhcient to contayn't.
Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce.
He will be here, and yet he is not here ;
How can thefe contrarieties agree ?
Talb. That will I fhew you prefently.
JVindi hù Home y Drummes ßn\e njpy a Peale
of Ordenance : Enter Souldiors.
How fay you Madame ? are you now perfwaded,
That Talbot is but fhadom'of himfelfe?
Thefe are his fubftance,finewes,armes,and ftrength.
With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes,
Razeth your Cities,and fubuerts your Townes,
And in a moment makes them defolate.
Count. Victorious Talbotypzrdon my abufe,
I finde thou art no leite then Fame hath bruited.
And more then may be gathered by thy fhape.
Let my prefumption not prouoke thy wrath,^^
For I am forry, that with reuerence
I did not enterlaine thee as thou art.
Talb. Be not difmay'd, faire Lady,nor mifconfter
The minde of Talbot, as you did millake
The outward compofition of his body.
What you haue done, hath not offended me ;
Nor other fatisfaCtion doe 1 craue.
But onely with your patience, that we may
Tafte of your Wine,and fee what Cates you haue.
For Souldiers ftomacks alwayes feme them well.
Count. With all my heart, and thinke me honored.
To feaft fo great a Warrior in my Houfe. Exeunt,
Enter T^chard Plantagenet, IVarvplcl^ySomerJety
PooUy and others,
TorXe, Great Lords and Gentlemen,
What meanes this filence ?
Dare no man anfwer in a Cafe of Truth í
Euff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd,
The Garden here is more conuenient.
Yorl{. Then fay at once,if 1 maintainM the Truth :
Or elfe was wrangling Somerjet in th'error?
Euff. Faith I haue beene a Truant in the Law,
And neuer yet could frame my will to it.
And therefore frame the Law vnto my will.
Som. ludge you, my Lord of Warwicke, then be-
tweene vs.
Between two Hawks, which ftyes the higher pitch.
Between two Dogs, which hath the deeper mouth.
Between two Blades, which beares the better temper.
Between two Horfes, which doth beare him beft.
Between two Girles, which hath the merryeft eye,
I haue perhaps fome lhallow fpirit of Judgement :
But in thefe nice /harpe Quillets of the Law,
Good faith I am no wifer then a Daw.
Tor\. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance ;
The tmth appeares fo naked on my fide.
That any purblind eye may find it out.
Som. And on my fide it is fo well apparrell'd.
So cleare, fo fhining, and fo euident.
That it will glimmer through a blind'-mans eye.
Yor}{. Since you are tongue-ty'd,and fo loth to fpeake,
In dumbe fignificants proclayme your thoughts ;
Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman,
And ftands vpon the honor of his birth,
If he fuppofe that I haue pleaded truth.
From off this Bryer pluck a white Rofe with me.
Eom. Let him that is no Coward, nor no Flatterer,
But dare maintaine the partie of the truth.
Pluck a red Rofe from off this Thorne with me.
JVar. I loue no Colours s and without all colour
Of bafe infinuating flatterie,
I pluck this white Rofe with Tlantagenet,
Suff. I pluck this red Rofe, with young Somerfet,
And fay withall,! thinke he held the right.
Vernon. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more
Till you conclude, that he vpon whofe fide
The feweft Rofes are cropt from the Tree,
Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion.
Som. Good Mafter Vernon fx. is well obieCled ;
If I haue feweft, I fubfcribe in iilence.
York, And I.
Vernon. Then for the truth,and plainneffe of the Cafe,
I pluck this pale and Maiden Bloffome here,
Giuing my VerdiCl on the white Rofe fide.
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
Leaft bleeding,you doe paint the white Rofe red,
And fall on my fide fo againft your will.
Vernon. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion fhall be Surgeon to my hurt,
And keepe me on the fide where ftill I am.
Som, Well, well, come on, who elfe ?
Lavpyer. Vn-
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Ltrwyer. Vnlefle my Studie and my Bookcs be falfe,
The argument you held, was wrong in you j
In figne whereof, I pluck a white Rofe too.
T'orne, Now SomerfetfV/hcrc is your argument ?
Som, Here in my Scabbard, meditating, that
Shall dye your white Rofe in a bloody red.
Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Rofes:
For pale they looke with feare,as witnelîing
The truth on our fide.
Som. No Plantagenet :
'Tis not for feare, but anger, that thy cheekes
Bluih for pure íhame,to counterfeit our Rofes,
And yet thy tongue will not confeite thy error.
VorJ^e, Hath not thy Rofe a Canker,
Som. Hath not thy Rofe a Thorne, Plantagenet ?
Yorky. I,iharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth,
Whiles thy confuming Canker eates his falfehood.
Ä/w. Well, He find friends to weare my bleeding Rofes,
That fiiall maintaine what I haue faid is true,
Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feene.
Tor)^. Now by this Maiden Blofibme in my hand,
I fcorne thee and thy falhion,peeuiih Boy.
Suff. Turne not thy fcornes this way, Plantagenet.
Yorf(e. Prowd PooUy I will, and fcorne both him and
thee.
Suff, He turne my part thereof into thy throat.
«Sow. Away,away,good IVilTtam de la PooUy
We grace the Yeoman, by conuerfing with him.
îVar-w.^ùvi by Gods will thou wrong'ft him y Somerfet :
His Grandfather was Lyoncl of Clarence,
Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England :
Spring CreíHeíTe Yeomen from fo deepe a Root.^
Yorl^e. He beares him on the place's Priuiledge,
Or dürft not for his crauen heart fay thus.
«Sow, By him that made me, He maintaine my words
On any Plot of Ground in Chriftendome.
Was not thy Father,Í?íV¿<2r<f,Earle of Cambridge,
For Treafon executed in our late Kings dayesf
And by his Treafon, ftand'ft not thou attainted,
Corrupted,and exempt from ancient Gentry í
His Trefpas yet liues guiltie in thy blood.
And till thou be reftor'd, thou art a Yeoman.
Yorlte. My Father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to dye for Treafon, but no Traytor j
And that He proue on better men then Somerfety
Were growing time once ripened to my will.
For your partaker PooUy and you your felfe.
He note you in my Booke of Memorie,
To fcourge you for this apprehenfion :
Looke to it well, and fay you are well warn'd.
Som. Ah,thou ihalt finde vs ready for thee ftill :
And know vs by thefe Colours for thy Foes,
For thefe,my friends in fpight of thee lhall weare.
Yorl^e. And by my Soule,this pale and angry Rofe,
As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate.
Will I for euer,and my Fa£lion weare,
Vntiil it wither with me to my Graie,
Or flourilh to the height of my Degree.
Suff. Goe forward,and be choak'd with thy ambition;
And fo farwell,vntiil I meet thee next. $x}t.
Som. Haue with thee Poole : Farwell ambitious Rt^
chard. Exit.
YorJ^. How I am brau'd, and muft perforce endure
it ?
îVarw. This blot that they obiedl againft your Houfe,
Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament,
Caird for the Truce of fV)ncheßer and Glouceßer :
And if thou be not then created Yorl^Cy
I will not liue to be accounted IVarwicky.
Meane time,in fignall of my loue to thee,
Againft prowd SomerjetyZn^ William PooUy
Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rofe.
And here I prophecie: this brawle to day,
Growne to this fairion in the Temple Garden,
Shall fend betweene the Red-Rofe and the White,
A thoufand Seules to Death and deadly Night.
Yor){e. Good Mafter T)ernony \ am bound to you.
That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower.
Ver. In your behalfe ftill will I weare the fame«
Lawyer. And fo will I«
Yorky. Thankes gentle.
Come, let vs foure to Dinner : I dare fay,
This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day.
Exeunt.
Enter Mortimery brought in a ChayrCy
and laylors.
Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age,
Let dying ^Mortimer here reft himfelfe.
Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack,
So fare my Limbes with long Imprifonment :
And thefe gray Locks, the Purfuiuants of death,
A/^ör-like aged, in an Age of Care,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
Thefe Eyes, like Lampes, whofe wafting Oyle is fpent,
Waxe dimme,as drawing to their Exigent.
Weake Shoulders, ouer-borne with burthening Griefe,
And pyth-lefle Armes,like to a withered Vine,
That droupes his fappe-leíTe Branches to the ground.
Vet are thefe Feet, whofe ftrength-lefle ftay is numme,
(Vnable to fupport this Lumpe of Clay)
Swift-winged with defire to get a Graue,
As witting I no other comfort haue.
But tell me, Keeper, will my Nephew come ^
Keeper. Richard flantagenetymy Lord, will come ;
We fent vnto the Temple, vnto his Chamber,
And anfwer was returned,that he will come.
Mort, Enough : my Soule lhall then be fatisfied.
Poore Gentleman,his wrong doth e(]uall mine.
Since Henry Monmouth firft began to reigne.
Before whofe Glory I was great in Armes,
This loathfome fequeftration haue I had j
And euen fince then, hath beene obfcur'd,
Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance.
But now,the Arbitrator of Defpaires,
luft Death, kinde Vmpire of mens miferics.
With fweet enlargement doth difmifte me hence ;
I would his troubles likewife were expir'd,
That fo he might recouer what was loft.
Enter Richard.
Keeper. My Lord, your louing Nephew now is come.
Mor, Richard Plantagenety my friend, is he come }
Rich. I, Noble Vnckle, thus ignobly vs'd.
Your Nephew,late defpifed Richardycomti.
Mort. Dire^ mine Armes,I may embrace his Neck,
And in his Bofome fpend my latter gafpe.
Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes,
That I may kindly giue one fainting KilTe.
And now declare fweet Stem from Yorkei great Stock,
Why didft thou fay of late thou wert defpis'd ?
Rich. Firft
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Rich. Firftjleane thine aged Back againft mine Arme,
And in that eafe,Ile tell thee my Difeafe.
This day in argument vpon a Cafe,
Some words there grew'twixt Scmerfet and me :
Among which tearmes,he vs'd his lauiih tongue.
And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death ;
Which obioquie fet barres before my tongue,
Elfe with the like I had requited him.
Therefore good Vnckle, for my Fathers fake,
In honor of a true Plantagentt,
And for Alliance fake, declare the caufe
My Father,Earle of Cambridge, loft his Head.
Mart. That caufe(faire Nephew)that imprifon'd me,
And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth,
Within a loathfome Dungebn, there to pyne.
Was curfed Inftrument of his deceafe.
Rich. Difcouer more at large what caufe that was.
For I am ignorant, and cannot guelfe.
Mort. I will, if that my fading breath permit.
And Death approach not, ere my Tale be done.
Btnry the Fourth,Grandfather to this King,
Depos'd his Nephew Richard,Ed-aards Sonne,
The 6rft begotten, and the lawfull Heire
Of Edward King, the Third of that Defcent.
During whofe Reigne, the Perdes of the North,
Finding his Vfurpation moft vniuft,
Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne.
The reafon mou'd thefe Warlike Lords to this,
Was,for that f young Richard thus remou'd,
Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body)
I was the next by Birth and Parentage :
For by my Mother, I deriued am
From Lionel Da\ct of Clarence, third Sonne
To King Edward the Third ; whereas hee,
From lohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree,
Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne.
But marke : as in this haughtie great attempt.
They laboured, to plant the rightfull Heire,
I loft my Libertie, and they their Liues.
Long after this, when Henry the Fift
(Succeeding his Father Bulimghrooiy) did reigne;
Thy Father, Earle of Cambridge, then deriu'd
From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of Yorke.
Marrying my Sifter,that thy Mother was ;
Againe,in pitty of my hard diftrelfe,
Leuied an Army, weening to redeeme.
And haue inftall'd me in the Diademe :
But as the reft,fo fell that Noble Earle,
And was beheaded. Thus the oPHortimers,
In whom the Title refted,were fuppreft.
Rich. Of which, my Lord, your Honor is the laft.
Afcrr.True;and thou feeft,thatl no Ilfue haue.
And that my fainting words doe warrant death:
Thou art my Heire; the reft, I wilh thee gather :
But yet be wary in thy ftudious care.
^ici. Thy graue admonilhments preuayle with me:
But yet me thinkes,my Fathers execution
r Was nothing lelfe then bloody Tyranny.
Afcrf.With filence,Nephew,be thou pollitick,
Sttong fixed is the Houfe of Lancaßer,
And like a Mountaine, notto be remou'd.
. But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence.
As Princes doe their Courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a fetled place.
Rich.O Vnckle, would fome part of my young yeeres
; Might but redeeme the palfage of your Age.
Afort.Thou do'ft then wrong me,as y llaughterer doth,
Which giueth many Wounds, when one will kill.
Mourne not, except thou forrow for my good,
Onely giue order for my Funerall.
And fo farewell, and faire be all thy hopes.
And profperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre. Dyes.
Rich. And Peace,no Warre,befall thy parting Soule.
In Prifon haft thou fpent a Pilgrimage,
And like a Hermite ouer-paft thy dayes.
Well, I will locke his Councell in my Breft,
And what I doe imagine, let that reft.
Keepers conuey him hence, and I my felfa
Will fee his Buryall better then his Life. Exit.
Here dyes the duskie Torch of oMortimer,
Choakt with Ambition of the meaner fort.
And for thofe Wrongs, thofe bitter Iniuries,
Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my Houfe,
I doubt not, but with Honor to redrelfe.
And therefore hafte I to the Parliament,
Eyther to be reftored to my Blood,
Or make my will th'aduantage of my good. Exit.
A5lus Tertius, Seena Trima.
Flouriß?. Enter King^ExeteryGIoßer^ Wincheßery WarrpicJi^
SomerfetySuffo¡¡iyRicbard Plantagenet. Gloßer offers
to put vp a BilhfVincheßer fnatches ityteares it.
Winch. Com'ft thou with deepe premeditated Lines.^
With written Pamphlets, ftudioufly deuis^d?
Humfrey of Gloiler,if thou canft accufe,
Or ought intend'ft to lay vnto my charge,
Doe it without inuention,fuddenly,
As I with fudden,and extemporall fpeech,
Purpofe to anfwer what thou canft obieft.
Ç/c-.Prefumptuous Prieft,this place comands my patiece,
Or thou Ihould'ft finde thou haft dis-honor*d me.
Thinke not, although in Writing I preferr'd
The manner of thy vile outragious Crymes,
That therefore I haue forg'd,or am not able
'Uerhatim to rehearfe the Methode of my Penne.
No Prelate, fuch is thy audacious wickednefie,
Thy lewd,peftiferous,and diíTentious prancks,
As very Infants prattle of thy pride.
Thou art a moft pernitious Vfurer,
Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace,
Lafciuious, wanton, more then well befeemes
A man of thy Profeflion,and Degree,
And for thy Trecherie, what's more manifeft.^
In that thou layd'ft a Trap to take my Life,
As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower.
Befide, 1 feare me,if thy thoughts were fifced.
The King, thy Soueraigne,is not quite exempt
From enuious mallice of thy fwelling heart.
Winch. Gloßeryl doe defie thee. Lords vouchfafe
To giue me hearing what I lhall reply.
If I were couetous, ambitious, or peruerfe,
As he will haue me : how am I fo poore ?
Or how haps it, I feeke not to aduance
Or rayfe my felfe? but keepe my wonted Calling,
And for Diflention, who preferreth Peace
More then I doe ? except I be prouok'd.
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends,
It is not that,that hath incens'd the Duke:
It is becaufe no one /hould fway but hee.
No one,but hee, ihould be about the King;
And that engenders Thunder in his breaft,
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106 'The firßTartof Henry the Sixt.
And makes him rore thefe Accufations forth.
But he ihall know I am as good.
GloSl. As good ?
Thou Baftard of my Grandfather.
Wwch. I,Lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in anothers Throne?
Gloft. Am I not Prote£lor,fawcie Prieft?
fVinch. And am not I a Prelate of the Church?
Gloñ. Yes, as an Gut-law in a Caftle keepes,
And vfeth it, to patronage his Theft.
fVinch. Vnreuerent Glocefler,
Gloft. Thou art reuerent.
Touching thy Spirituall Funâion,not thy Life.
JVinch. Rome lhall remedie this.
Warin. Roame thither then.
My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare.
Som. I, fee the Bilhop be not ouer-borne:
Me thinkes my Lord lliould be Religious,
And know the Office that belongs to fuch.
Warm. Me thinkes his Lordlhip ffiould be humbler,
It fitteth not a Prelate fo to plead.
Som. Yes, when his holy State is toucht fo neere.
Warm. State holy,or vnhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his Grace Proteflor to the King ?
Kich. Plantagenet I fee muft hold his tongue,
Leaftit be faid,Speake Sirrha when you ffiould ;
Muft your bold Verdiil enter talke with Lords?
Elfe would I haue a fling at Wmchefter.
King. Vnckles of Ghfter, zni of Winchefter,
The fpeciall Watch-men of our Engliffi Weale,
I would preuayle, if Prayers might preuayle.
To ioyne your hearts in loue and amitie.
Oh, what a Scandall is it to our Crowne,
That two fuch Noble Peeres as ye ffiould iarre ?
Beleeue me,Lords,my tender yeeres can tell,
Ciuill diffention is a viperous Wörme,
That gnawes the Bowels of the Common-wealth.
A noyje mithin, Domne mitb the
Tamny-Coats.
King. What tumult's this ?
Warm. An Vprore, I dare warrant.
Begun through malice of the Biffiops men.
A noy ft againe. Stones, Stones.
Enter (óMIaior.
Mator. Oh my good Lords, and vertuous Henry,
Pitty the Citie of London, pitty vs :
The Biffiop, and the Duke of Glofters men.
Forbidden late to carry any Weapon,
Haue fill'd their Pockets full of peeble ftones;
And banding themfelues in contrary parts.
Doe pelt fo faft at one anothers Pate,
That many haue their giddy braynes knockt out :
Our Windowes are broke downe in euery Street,
And we, for feare,compell'd to ffiut our Shops.
Enter in sl(irmijh mith bloody Pates.
King. We charge you, on allégeance to our felfe.
To hold your flaughtring hands,and keepe the Peace:
Pray'Vnckle Glofter mictigate this ftrife.
i.Seruing. Nay,if we be forbidden Stones, wee'le fall
to it with our Teeth.
i.Seruing. Doe what ye dare, we are as refolute.
Skirmifi againe.
Gloft. You of my houfehold, leaue this peeuiffi broyle,
And fet this vnaccuftom'd fight alide.
3. Seru. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man
Iuft,and vpright; and for your Royall Birth,
Inferior to none, but to his Maieftie :
And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince,
So kinde a Father of the Common-weale,
To be difgraced by an Inke-horne Mate,
Wee and our Wiues and Children all will fight,
And haue our bodyes flaughtred by thy foes.
1 .Seru. I,and the very parings of our Nayles
Shall pitch a Field when we are dead.
'Begin againe.
Gloft. Stay, ftay, I fay :
And if you loue me, as you fay you doe.
Let me perfwade you to forbeare a while.
King. Oh,how this difcord doth afflift my Soule.
Can you, my Lord of Winchefter, behold
My fighes and teares, and will not once relent i
Who ffiould be pittifull,if you be not í
Or who ffiould ftudy to preferre a Peace,
If holy Church-men take delight in broyles ?
Warm. Yeeld my Lord ProteiIor,yeeld Winchefter,
Except you meane with obftinate repulfe
To flay your Soueraigne,and deftroy the Realme.
You fee what Mifchiefe,and what Murther too.
Hath beene enafted through your enmitie :
Then be at peace,except ye thirft for blood.
Winch. He ffiall fubmit, or I will neuer yeeld.
Gloft. Compaffion on the King commands me ftoupe.
Or I would fee his heart out, ere the Prieft
Should euer get that priuiledge of me.
Warm. Behold my Lord of Winchefter, the Duke
Hath baniffit moodie difcontented fury.
As by his fmoothed Browes it doth appeare :
Why looke you ftill fo fterne,and tragicall?
Gloft. Here Winchefter,! offer thee my Hand.
King. Fie Waciúe'Beauford, I haue heard you preach,
That Mallice was a great and grieuous finne :
And will not you maintaine the thing you teach ?
But proue a chiefe offendor in the fame.
Warm. Sweet King: the Biffiop hath a kindly gyrd:
For ffiame my Lord of Winchefter relent ;
What,ffiall a Child inftrufi you what to doe?
Winch. Well,Duke of Glofter, I will yeeld to thee
Loue for thy Loue,and Hand for Hand I glue.
Gloft. I, but I feare me with a hollow Heart.
See here my Friends and louing Countreymen,
This token ferueth for a Flagge of Truce,
Betwixt our felues,and all our followers :
So helpe me God, as I diffemble not.
Winch. So helpe me God, as I intend it not.
King. Oh louing Vnckle, kinde Duke of Glofter,
How ioyfull am I made by this Contrail.
Away my Matters, trouble vs no more,
But ioyne in friendffiip, as your Lords haue done.
i.&ru. Content,He to the Surgeons.
2. Seru. And fo will I.
■¡.Seru. And I will fee what Phyfick the Tauerne af¬
fords. Exeunt.
Warm.Acctft this Scrowle, raoft gracious Soueraigne,
Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet,
We doe exhibite to your Maieftie.
G/e.Well vrg'd,my Lord of Warwick: for fweet Prince,
And if your Grace marke euery circumftance.
You haue great reafon to doe Richard right,
Efpecially for thofe occafions
At Eltam Place I told your Maieftie.
King. And
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King. And thofe occafions,Vnckle, were of force :
Therefore my louing Lords, our pleafure is,
That Richard be reftored to his Blood.
ffarw. Let Richard be reftored to his Blood,
So (hall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.
Winch. As will the reft,fo willeth Winchefier.
King. If Richard will be true, not that all alone,
But all the whole Inheritance I giue.
That doth belong vnto the Houfe of Torl^,
From whence you fpring, by Lineall Defcent.
Rich. Thy humble feruant vowes obedience.
And humble feruice,tiU the point of death.
King. Stoope then, and fet your Knee againft my Foot,
And in reguerdon of that dutie done,
I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of TorJ^ ;
Rife Richardflike a true Plantagenet,
And rife created Princely Duke of Tortfe.
Rich. And fo thriue Richard, as thy foes may fall.
And as my dutie fprings,fo perifti they.
That grudge one thought againft your Maiefty.
All. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke ofYorl^e.
Sont. Perilh bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of Ycr^,
Gieß. Now will it beft auaile your Maieftie,
To crolTe the Seas,and to be Crown'd in France :
The prefence of a King engenders loue
Amongft his Subieih,and his loyall Friends,
As it dif-animates his Enemies.
King. When Gloßer fayes the word. King Henry goes,
For friendly counfaile cuts off many Foes.
Ghß. Your Ships alreadie are in readinelTe.
Senet. Flouriß). Exeunt.
Manet Exeter.
Exet. I, we may march in England, or in France,
Not feeing what is likely to enfue:
This late diíTention growne betwixt the Peeres,
Burnes vnder fained afties of forg'd loue.
And will at laft breake out into a flame.
As feftred members rot but by degree.
Till bones and fleih and finewes fall away,
So will this bafe and enuious difcord breed.
And now I feare that fatall Prophecie,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fift,
Was in the mouth of euery fucking Babe,
That Henry borne at Monmouth fliould winne all,
And Henry borne at Windfor,loofe all :
Which is fo plaine, that Exeter doth wilh,
His dayes may flnifli, ere that haplefle time. Sxit.
Scaena Secunda.
Enter Pucell dijgui5*dy wth foure Souldiors vpitb
Sac^s 'vpon their hachy,
PucelU Thefe are the Citie Gates, the Gates of Roan,
Through which our Pollicy mull make a breach.
Take heed, be wary how you place your words,
Talke like the vulgar fort of Market men,
That come to gather Money for their Corne.
If we haue entrance,as I hope we Ihall,
And that we finde the flouthfull Watch but weake,
He by a figne giue notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them.
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Sculdier. Our Sacks ihall be a meane to fack the City,
And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan,
Therefore wee'Ie knock. Knoc\.
Watch. Chela.
Pucell. Peafauns la pouure gens de Fraunce^
Poore Market folkes that come to fell their Corne.
Watch. Enter,goe in,the Market Bell is rung.
Pucell. Now Roan, He /hake thy Bulwarkes to the
ground. Exeunt.
Snter CharleSyBaßardyAlanfon,
Charles. Saint Dennis bleffe this happy Stratagème,
And once againe wee'le fieepe fecure in Roan.
Baßard. Here entred PucellyZnà her Praélifants :
Now /he is there, how will ihe fpecifie?
Here is the beft and fafeft paflage in.
Reig, By thrufting out a Torch from yonder Tower,
Which once difcern'd,ihewes that her meaning is.
No way to that(for weakne/Te)which ihe entred.
Enter Pucell on the topythrußing out a
Torch burning.
Pucell. Behold, this is the happy Wedding Torch,
That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen,
But burning fatall to the Talbonites.
^aßard. See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend.
The burning Torch in yonder Turret ftands.
Charles. Now ihine it like a Commet of Reuenge,
A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes.
P,eig. Deferre no time,delayes haue dangerous ends.
Enter and cry, the Dolphin, prefently,
And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum.
An Alarum. Talbot in an Excurßon.
France, thou fhalt rue thisTreafon with thy teares,
If Talbot but furuiue thy Trecherie.
Pucell that Witch, that damned SorcereiTe,
Hath wrought this Hellilh Mifchiefe vnawares,
That hardly we efcap't the Pride of France. Exit.
An Alarum : Excurßons. Bedford brought
inßcke in a Chayre,
Enter Talbot and Burgonte wthout : wthiny Pucelly
CharleSyBaßardyandReigneir on the Walls.
Pucell. God morrow Gallants, want ye Corn for Bread?
I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fail, •
Before hee'le buy againe at fuch a rate.
*Twas full of Darnell : doe you like the tafte ?
Burg. ScofTe on vile Fiend, and íhameleíTe Curtizan,
I truft ere long to choake thee with thine owne.
And make thee curfe the Harueft of that Corne.
Charles. Your Grace may ftarue (perhaps) before that
time.
Bedf. Oh let no words, but deedes,reuenge this Trea-
fon.
Pucell. What will you doe, good gray-beard ?
Breake a Launce, and runne a-Tilt at Death,
Within a Chayre.
Talb. Foule Fiend of France,and Hag of all defpight,
Incompafs^d with thy luftfull Paramours,
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age,
And twit with Cowardife a man hälfe dead?
Damfell,Ile haue a bowt with you againe.
Or elfe let Talbot periih with this fhame.
Pucell. Art ye fo hot. Sir: yet Pucell hold thy peace,
If Talbot doe but Thunder, Raine will follow.
They rvhiffer together in counjell.
God fpeed the Parliament; who ihall be the Speaker í
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Talk. Dare yet come forth,and meet vs in the field ?
PuceU. Belike your Lordlhip takes vs then for fooles,
To try if that our owne be ours, or no.
Talh. I fpeake not to that rayling Hecate,
But vnto thee Âlanjon, and the reft.
Will ye, like Souldiors,come and fight it out
^lanj. Seignior no.
Talh. Seignior hang: bafe Muleters of France,
Like Pefant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls,
And dare not take vp Armes, like Gentlemen.
Pucell. Away Captaines, let's get vs from the Walls,
For Talbot meanes no goodnefle by his Lookes.
God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell you
That wee are here. Exeunt from the Walh.
Talk. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or elfe reproach be Talbots greateft fame.
Vow Burgonie, by honor of thy Houfe,
Prickt on by publike Wrongs fuftain'd in France,
Either to get the Towne againe,or dye.
And I, as fure as Engliih Henry liues.
And as his Father here was Conqueror;
As fure as in this late betrayed Towne,
Great CordeVions Heart was buryed ;
So fure I fweare,to get the Towne,or dye.
Turg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy
Vowes.
Talb. But ere we goe, regard this dying Prince,
The valiant Duke of Bedford : Come my Lord,
We will beftow you in fome better place.
Fitter for ficknefte,and for crafie age.
Bedf. Lord Talbot, àoe not fo diihonour me :
Here will I fit, before the Walls of Roan,
And will be partner of your weale or woe.
Burg. CouVagious Bedford, let vs now perfwade you.
Bedf. Not to be gone from hence : for once I read,
That ftout Pendragon,\n his Litter fick.
Came to the field,and vanquifiied his foes.
Me thinkes I fliould reuiue the Souldiors hearts,
Becaufe I euer found them as my felfe.
Talb. Vndaunted fpirit in a dying bread.
Then be it fo : Heauens keepe old Bedford fafe.
And now no more adoe, braue Burgonie,
But gather we our Forces out of hand.
And let vpon our boafting Enemie. Exit.
tAn Alarum : Excurßans. Enter Sir lohn
Falßaffe, and a Caftaine.
Capt. Whither away Sir lohn Falßaffe,\n fuch hafteí
Falß. Whither away ? to faue my felfe by flight.
We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe.
Capt. What.'' will you flye,and leaue Lord Talbotl
Falß. I,all the Talbots in the World,to laue my life.
Exit.
Capt. Cowardly Knight,ill fortune follow thee.
Exit.
Retreat. Sxcurßons. Pucell, Alanjon, and
Charles ßye.
fBedf. Now quiet Soule,depart when Heauen pleafe.
For 1 haue feene our Enemies ouerthrow.
What is the truft or ftrength of foolifh man ?
They that of late were daring with their fcofi'es,
.Are glad and faine by flight to faue themfelues.
Bedford dyes, and Ü carryed in by tm in hü Chaire.
An Alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgonie, and
the refl.
Talb. Loft,and recouered in a day againe.
This is a double Honor, Burgonie:
Yet Heauens haue glory for this Viftorie.
Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot, Burgonie
Infhrines thee in his heart,and there erefls
Thy noble Deeds,as Valors Monuments.
Talb. Thanks gentle Duke: but where is Pucel now í
I thinke her old Familiar is alleepe.
Now where's the Baftards braues, and Qharles his glikes i
What all amort.' Roan hangs her head for griefe.
That fuch a valiant Company are fled.
Now will we take fome order in the Towne,
Placing therein fome expert Officers,
And then depart to Paris, to the King,
For there young Henry with his Nobles lye.
Burg. What wills Lord T<i/iof,pleafeth Burgonie.
Talb. But yet before we goe, let's not forget
The Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd.
But fee his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan.
A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce,
A gentler Heart did neuer fway in Court.
But Kings and mightieft Potentates muft die.
For that's the end of humane miferie. Exeunt,
S cana Tertia.
Enter Charles, Baflard, Alanjon, Bucell.
Pucell. Difmay not(Princes^ at this accident,
Nor grieue that Roan is fo recouered :
Care is no cure, but rather corrofiue.
For things that are not to be remedy'd.
Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while.
And like a Peacock fweepe along his tayle,
Wee'le pull his Plumes,and take away his Trayne,
If Dolphin and the reft will be but rul'd.
Charles. We haue been guided by thee hitherto.
And of thy Cunning had no diffidence.
One fudden Foyle fhall neuer breed diftruft.
Baflard. Search out thy wit for fecret pollicies.
And we will make thee famous through the World.
Alanf. Wee'le fet thy Statue in fome holy place,
And haue thee reuerenc't like a bleffed Saint,
Employ thee then, fweet Virgin, for our good.
P«ce//.Then thus it muft be, this doth loane deuife :
By faire perfwafions, mixt with fugred words.
We will entice the Duke of Burgonie
To leaue the Talbot,znà to follow vs.
Charles. I marry Sweeting, if we could doe that,
France were no place for Henryes Warriors,
Nor fhould that Nation boaft it fo with vs.
But be extirped from our Prouinces.
AlanJ.for euer fhould they be expuls'd from France,
And not haue Title of an Earledome here.
Pucell, Your Honors fhall perceiue how I will worke.
To bring this matter to the wifhed end.
Drumme founds afarre off.
Hearke,by the found ofDrumme you may perceiue
Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward.
Here found an Englifh March.
There goes the Talbot,\t\Ús his Colours fpred,
And all the Troupes of Englifh after him.
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French March.
Now !n the Rereward comes the Duke and his :
Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde.
Summon a Parley, we will talke with him.
Trumpets found a Parley.
Charles. A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie.
Turg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie ?
Pucell. The Princely Qharles of France, thy Countrey-
man.
'Burg. What fay'ft thou Charles} for I am marching
hence.
Charles. Speake Pucell, and enchaunt him with thy
words.
Pucell. Braae'Burgonie, vndouhted hope of France,
Stay,let thy humble Hand-maid fpeake to thee.
Burg. Speake on, but be not ouer-tedious.
Pucell. Locke on thy Country,look on fertile France,
And fee the Cities and the Townes defac't.
By wafting Ruine of the cruell Foe,
As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,
When Death doth clofe his tender-dying Eyes.
See, fee the pining Maladie of France :
Behold the Wounds, the moft vnnaturall Wounds,
Which thou thy felfe haft giuen her wofull Breft.
Oh turne thy edged Sword another way.
Strike thofe that hurt,and hurt not thofe that helpe :
One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bofome,
Should grieue thee more then ftreames of forraine gore.
Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares,
And walh away thy Countries ftayned Spots.
'Burg. Either flie hath bewitcht me with her words,
Or Nature makes me fuddenly relent.
Perr//.Befides,all French and France exclaimes on thee.
Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.
Who ioyn'ft thou with, but with a Lordly Nation,
That will not truft thee,but for profits fake.'
When Talkot hath fet footing once in France,
And falhion'd thee that Inftrument of 111,
Who then,but Englilh Henry,v/Wl be Lord,
And thou be thruft out, like a Fugitiue ?
Call we to minde,and marke but this for proofe:
Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe ?
And was he not in England Prifoner.'
But when they heard he was thine Enemie,
They fet him free, without his Ranfome. pay'd,
In fpight of'Burgonie and all his friends.
See then,thou fight'ft againft thy Countreymen,
And ioyn'ft with them will be thy flaughter-men.
Come,come,returne ; returne thou wandering Lord,
Charles and the reft will take thee in their armes.
'Burg. I am vanquiflied :
Thefe haughtie wordes of hers
Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-lhot,
And made me almoft yeeld vpon my knees.
Forgiue me Countrey,and fweet Countreymen:
And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.
My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.
So farwell Talbot, He no longer truft thee.
Pucell. Done like a Frenchman : turne and turne a-
gaine.
Charles. Welcome braue Duke, thy friendlh'ip makes
vs ftelh.
'BaSard. And doth beget new Courage in our
Breafts.
uilanf. Pucell hath brauely play'd her part in this.
And doth deferue a Coronet of Gold.
Charles. Now let vs on, my Lords,
And ioyne our Powers,
And feeke how we may preiudice the Foe. Exeunt.
Sccena Quarta.
Enter the King, Glouceßer^ fVincheßery Yorl^ey Sußfoll^e^
SomerJetyfVarvoickey Exeter : To tbem,mth
bis Souldiorsy Talbot,
Talk. My gracious Prince, and honorable Peeres,
Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme,
I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warrcs,
To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne.
In íígne whereof, this Arme, that hath reclaym*d
To your obedience, fiftie FortreiTes,
Twelue Cities,and feuen walled Townes of ftrength,
Befide fiue hundred Prifoncrs of efteeme;
Lets fall his Sword before your HighneiTe feet:
And with fubmiifiue loyaltie of heart
Afcribes the Glory of his Conquell got,
Firft to my God,and next vnto your Grace.
King. Is this the Lord Talbot.^ Vnckle Glouceßer^
That hath fo long beene refident in France ?
Gloñ, yes,if it pleafe your Maieftic,my Liege.
King, Welcome braue Captaine,and viâorious Lordi
When I was young (as yet I am not old)
I doe remember how my Father faid,
A ftouter Champion neuer handled Sword.
Long fince we were refolued of your truth,
Your faithfull feruice,and your toyle in Warre j
Yet neuer haue you tailed our Reward,
Or beene reguerdonM with fo much as Thanks,
Becaufe till now, we neuer faw your face.
Therefore ftand vp,and for thefe good deierts,
We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury,
And in our Coronation take your place*
Senet, Flouriß?. Exeunt ^
^Mianet Vernon and Bajfet^
Vern. Now Sir, to you that were fo hot at Sea,
Difgracing of thefe Colours that I weare,
In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke
Dar^ilthou maintaine the former words thou fpak^ilf
Bajf. Yes Sir, as well as you dare patronage
The enuious barking of your fawcie Tongue,
Againft my Lord the Duke of Somerfet.
Uern, Sirrha, thy Lord I honour as he is.
'Baß'. Why,what is he? as good a man as Torl^e.
Vern. Hearke ye: not fo : in witnefle take ye that.
Etrilles bim.
^aff. Villaine , thou knoweft
The Law of Armes is fuch,
That who fo drawes a Sword,'tis prefent death,
Or elfe this Blow ihould broach thy deareft Bloud.
But He vnto his Maieftie, and craue,
I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong,
When thou (halt fee, He meet thee to thycoft,
Vern. Well mifcreant,He be there as foone as you,
And after meete you, fooner then you would.
Exeunt.
13 Enter
I lO The firß Tart of Henry the Sixt.
ASius Quartus. ScenaTrima.
Enter King, Gloceßer, Wincheßer, Yor\e, Suffol\e, Somer-
Jet, Warwidte, Talbot, and Gouernor Exeter.
Glo. Lord Bifliop fet the Crowne vpon his head.'
Win. God faue King Henry of that name the fixt.
Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath,
That you eleil no other King but him;
Efteeme none Friends, but fuch as are his Friends,
And none your Foes, but fuch as fhall pretend
Malicious pradfifes againff his State :
This fhall ye do, fo helpe you righteous God.
Snter Ealßaffe.
Fal. My gracious Soueraigne, as I rode from Calice,
To hafte vnto your Coronation :
A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands,
Writ to your Grace, from th'Duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee *.
I vow'd ( bafe Knight) when I did meete the next.
To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge,
Which I haue done, becaufe ( vnworthily )
Thou was't inftalled in that High Degree.
Pardon me Princely Henry, and the reft :
This Daftard, at the battell of Poi&iers,
When (but in all) I was fixe thoufand ftrong.
And that the French were almoft ten to one,
Before we met, or that a ftroke was giuen,
Like to a truftie Squire, did run away.
In which afTault, we loft twelue hundred men.
My felfe, and diuers Gentlemen befide.
Were thete furpriz'd, and taken prifoners.
Then iudge (great Lords) if I haue done amiffe :
Or whether that fuch Cowards ought to weare
This Ornament of Knighthood, yea or no?
Glo. To fay the truth, this fail was infamous,
And ill befeeming any common man ;
Much more a Knight, a Captaine, and a Leader.
Tal. When firft this Order was ordain'd my Lords,
Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth ;
Valiant, and Vertuous, full of haughtie Courage,
Such as were growne to credit by the warres :
Not fearing Death, nor fhtinking for Diftreffe,
But alwayes refolute, in mod extreames.
He then, that is not furnifh'd in this fort.
Doth but vfurpe the Sacred name of Knight,
Prophaning this moft Honourable Order,
And fhould (if I were worthy to be ludge)
Be quite degraded, like a Hedge-borne Swaine,
That doth prefume to boaft of Gentle blood.
K. Staine to thy Countrymen, thou hear'ft thy doom;
Be packing therefore, thou that was't a knight :
Henceforth we banilh thee on paine of death.
And now Lord Proteitor, view the Letter
Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy.
Glo, What meanes his Grace, that he hath chaung'd
his Stile
No more but plaine and bluntly ? [To the King.)
Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne ?
Or doth this churlifti Superfcription
Pretend feme alteration in good will ?
What's heere ? I haue vpon eßieciall caufe,
<eWoud with compajfion of my Countries vradte.
Together with the pittifull eomplaints
Of fuch ae your Oppreßkn fcedes -upon.
Eorfaltenyour pernitious FaBion,
Xlnd ioyn^d with Charles, the rightfull J^tng of France.
0 monftrous Treachery : Can this be fo ?
That in alliance, amity, and oathes.
There fliould be found fuch falfe diftembling guile?
King. What? doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt?
Glo. He doth my Lord, and is become your foe.
King. Is that the worft this Letter doth containe ?
Glo. It is the worft, and all (my Lord) he writes.
King.Why then Lord Talbot there ihal talk with him,
And giue him chafticement for this abufe.
How fay you (my Lord) are you not content?
Tal. Content, my Liege? Yes: But y I am preuented,
1 (hould haue begg'd I might haue bene employd.
King. Then gather ftrength, and march vnto him
ftraight :
Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treafon,
And what offence it is to flout his Friends.
Tal. I go my Lord, in heart defiring ftill
Vou may behold confufion of your foes.
Enter Vernon and 'BaJJit.
Ver. Grant me the Combate, gracious Soueraigne.
'Baf. And me (my Lord)grant me the Combate too.
Yorltf. This is my Seruant, heare him Noble Prince.
Som. And this is mine (fweet Henry) fauour him.
King. Be patient Lords, and giue them leaue to fpeak.
Say Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaime.
And wherefore craue you Combate ? Or with whom f
^«r.With him (my Lord) for he hath done me wrong.
Baf.And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.
King.Whit is that wrong,wherof you both complain
Firft let me know, and then He anfwer you.
'Baf. Croffmg the Sea, from England into France,
This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue,
Vpbraided me about the Rofe I weare.
Saying, the fanguine colour of the Leaues
Did reprefent my Mafters bluihing cheekes :
When ftubbornly he did repugne the truth.
About a certaine queftion in the Law,
Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke, and him:
With other vile and ignominious tearmes.
In confutation of which rude reproach.
And in defence of my Lords worthineffe,
I craue the benefit of Law of Armes.
"Ver. And that is my petition ( Noble Lord:)
For though he feeme with forged queint conceite
To fet a gloffe vpon his bold intent.
Yet knowf my Lord) I was prouok'd by him.
And he firft tooke exceptions at this badge,
Pronouncing that the paleneffe of this Flower,
Bewray'd the faintneffe of my Mafters heart.
Yor^e. Will not this malice Somerfet be left ?
Som, Your priuate grudge my Lord of York,wil out.
Though ne're fo cunningly you fmother it.
King. Good Lord, what madneffe rules in braine-
ficke men, '
When for fo flight and ffiuolous a caufe.
Such faflious aemulations fliall arife ?
Good Cofins both of Yorke and Somerfet,
Quiet your lelues(I pray)and be at peace.
Yori^t. Let this diifention firft be tried by fight,
And then your Highneffe fliall command a Peace.
Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone.
Betwixt our felues let vs decide it then.
Yor!^. There is my pledge, accept it Somerfet.
Ver. Nay, let it reft where it began at firft.
Baf
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^ajf. Confirme it fo, mine honourable Lord.
Glo. Confirme it fo ? Confounded be your ftrife.
And periih ye with your audacious prate,
Prefumptuous vafials, are you not aiham*d
With this immodefi clamorous outrage,
To trouble and difturbe the King, and Vs f
And you my Lords, me thinkes you do not well
To beare with their peruerfe Obieflions !
Much leiTe to take occafion from their mouthes,
To raife a mutiny betwixt your felues.
Let me perfwade you take a better courfe.
Exet, It greeues his Highnefle,
Good my Lords, be Friends.
AjW. Come hither you that would be Combatants :
Henceforth I charge you, as you loue our fauour.
Quite to forget this Qwrrell, and the caufe.
And you my Lords : Remember where we are,
In France, amongíl a fickle wauering Nation :
If they perceyue difiention in our lookes.
And that within our felues we difagree j
How will their grudging ftomackes be prouokM
To wilfuli Difobedience, and Rebell ?
Befide, What infamy will there arife,
When Forraigne Princes ihall be certified.
That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henries Peeres, and cheefe Nobility,
Deftroy*d themfelues, and loft the Realme of France ?
Oh thinke vpon the Conqueft of my Father,
My tender yeares, and let vs not forgoe
That for a trifle, that was bought with blood.
Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull ftrife :
1 fee no reafon if I weare this Rofe,
That any one Ihould therefore be fufpitious
I more incline to Somerfet, than Yorke ;
Both are my kinimen, and I loue them both.
As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne,
Bccauie(forfooth^ the King of Scots is Crown'd.
But your difcretions better can perfwade,
Then I am able to inftruit or teach :
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let vs ftill continue peace, and loue.
Cofín of Yorke, we inftitute your Grace
To be our Regent in thefe parts of France ;
And good my Lord of Somerfet, vnite
Your Troopes of horfemen, with his Bands of foote,
And like true Subie£ts, fonnes of your Progenitors,
Go cheerefully together, and digeft
Your angry Choller on your Enemies.
Our Seife, my Lord Proteótor, and the reft.
After fome refpit, will returne to Calice j
From thence to England, where I hope ere long
To be prefented by your Victories,
With CharUsy and that Traiterous rout.
Exeunt. cZfanet Torf^ty 2rrpU\_, Exet er y Vernon.
War. My Lord of Yorke, I promife you the King
Prettily (me thought) did play the Orator.)
Tor)^. And fo he did, but yet 1 like it not,
In that he weares the badge of Somerfet.
War^ Tuih, that was but his fancie, blame him not,
I dare prefume(fweet Prince) he thought no harme.
Tor^. And if I wiih he did. But let it reft,
Other aftayres muft now be managed. Exeunt.
Flouriß?. Manet Exeter.
Exet. Well didft thou 'Richard to fupprefle thy voice î
For had the paflions of thy heart burft out,
I feare we fhould haue feene deciphered there
More rancorous fpight, more furious raging broyles,
Then yet can be imagin'd or fuppos^d :
But howfoere, no fimple man that fees
This iarring difcord of Nobiiitie,
This fhouldering of each other in the Court,
This factious bandying of their Fauourites,
But that it doth prefage fome ill euent.
^Tis much, when Scepters are in Childrens hands:
But more, when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuifion,
There comes the ruine, there begins confufion. Exit.
Enter Talbot vp'ttb Trumpe and Drummcy
before Burdeaux.
Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter,
Summon their Generali vnto the Wall. Sounds.
Enter Qenerall aloft.
Englilh lohn ( Captaines) call you forth,
SeruanC in Armes to Harry King of England,
And thus he would. Open your Citie Gates,
Be humble to vs, call my Soueraigne yours,
And do him homage as obedient Subieâs,
And He withdraw me, and my bloody power.
But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Leane Famine, quartering Steele, and climbing Fire,
Who in a moment, eeuen with the earth,
Shall lay your ftately, and ayre-brauing Towers,
If you forfake the offer of their loue.
Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death.
Our Nations terror, and their bloody fcourge.
The period of thy Tyranny approacheth,
On vs thou canft not enter but by death :
For I proteft we are well fortified,
And ftrong enough to iíTue out and fight.
If thou retire, the Dolphin well appointed,
Stands with the fnares of Warre to tangle thee.
On either hand thee, there are fquadrons pitcht,
To wall thee from the liberty of Flight j
And no way canft thou turne thee for redrefle.
But death doth front thee with apparant fpoyle,
And pale deftruflion meets thee in the face :
Ten thoufand French haue tane the Sacrament,
To ryue their dangerous Artillerie
Vpon no Chriftian foule but Englilh Talbot :
Loe, there thou ftandft a breathing valiant man
Of an inuincible vnconquer'd fpirit :
This is the lateft Glorie of thy praife.
That I thy enemy dew thee withall :
For ere the Glafle that now begins to runne,
Finilh the proceiTe of his fandy houre,
Thefe eyes that fee thee now well coloured.
Shall fee thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.
Drum a farre off.
Harke, harke, the Dolphins drumme, a warning bell,
Sings heauy Muficke to thy timorous foule.
And mine lhall ring thy dire departure out. Exit
Tal. He Fables not, I heare the enemie :
Out fome light Horfemen, and perufe their Wings.
O negligent and heedlelTe Difcipline,
How are we park'd and bounded in a pale?
A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere,
Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres.
If we be Englilh Deere, be then in blood,
Not Rafcall-like to fall downe with a pinch,
But rather moodie mad : And defperate Stagges,
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Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele,
And make the Cowards ftand aloofe at bay :
Sell euery man his life as deere as mine,
And they lhall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends.
God, and S. Qeorge, Talbot and Englands right,
Froiper our Colours in this dangerous fight.
Enter a e^ejfenger that meets Yor\e. Enter Torlfe
■nith Trumpet, and many Didiers.
Torlte. Are not the fpeedy Icouts return'd againe.
That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin ?
Mtjf. They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out.
That he is march'd to Bordeaux with his power
To fight with Talbot as he march'd along.
By your efpyals were difcouered
Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led.
Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for
(Bordeaux
Torlte, A plague vpon that Villaine Somerfet,
That thus delayes my promifed fupply
Of horfemen, that were leuied for this fiege.
Renowned Talbot doth expeil my ayde.
And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,
And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier :
God comfort him in this neceflity :
If he mifcarry, farewell Warresin France.
Enter another Mejfenger.
z.Mef. Thou Princely Leader of our Englilh ftrength.
Neuer fo needfull on the earth of France,
Spurre to the refcue of the Noble Talbot,
Who now is girdled with a walle of Iron,
And hem'd about with grim dellruélion :
To Bordeaux warlike Duke, to Bordeaux Yorke,
Elfe farwell Talbot, France,and Englands honor.
Tortee, O God, that Somerfet who in proud heart
Doth flop my Cornets, were in Talbots place.
So Ihould wee faue a valiant Gentleman,
By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward :
Mad ire,and wrathfull fury makes me weepe.
That thus we dye, while reraifl'e Traitors fleepe.
<ddTef. O fend fome fuccour to the diftreft Lord.
Tor!^. He dies, we loofe ; I breake my warlike word:
We mourne, France fmiles : We loofe, they dayly get.
All long of this vile Traitor Somerfet.
<JiTe¡, Then God take mercy on braue Talbots foule.
And on his Sonne yong lohn, who two houres fince,
I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father ;
This feuen yeeres did not Talbot fee his fonne.
And now they meete where both their lines are done.
Tortee, Alas, what ioy lhall noble Talbot haue.
To bid his yong fonne welcome to his Graue :
Away, vexation almoft ftoppes my breath.
That fundred friends greete in the houre of death.
Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can.
But curfe the caufe I cannot ayde the man.
Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away.
Long all of Somerfet, and his delay. Exit
MeJ. Thus while the Vulture of fedition,
Feedes in the bofome of fuch great Commanders,
Sleeping negleflion doth betray to lolTe :
The Conqueft of our fcarfe-cold Conqueror,
That euer-liuing man of Memorie,
Henrie the fift : Whiles they each other crolTê,
Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to lofife.
Enter Somerfet with hit Armie,
Som. It is too late, I cannot fend them now :
This expedition was by TTorl^e and Talbot,
Too ralhly plotted. All our generali force.
Might with a fally of the very Towne
Be buckled with : the ouer-daring Talbot
Hath fullied all his glofie of former Honor
By this vnheedfull, defperate, wilde aduenture :
Yorlte fet him on to fight, and dye in fhame,
That Talbot dead, great Torhç might beare the name.
Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie, who with me
Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde.
Som. How now Sir William, whether were you fent ?
La. Whether my Lord, from bought & fold h.Talbot,
Who ring'd about with bold aduerfitie.
Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerfet,
To beate afiayling death from his weake Regions,
And whiles the honourable Captaine there
Drops bloody fwet from his warre-wearied limbes.
And in aduantage lingring lookes for refcue.
You his fiilfe hopes, the truft of Englands honor,
Keepe off aloofe with worthleffe emulation :
Let not your priuate difcord keepe away
The leuied fuccours that Ihould lend him ayde.
While he renowned Noble Gentleman
Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes.
Orleance the Ballard, Charles, 'Burgundie,
Alanfon, Reignard, compaffe him about.
And Talbot perilheth by your default.
Som, Yorke fet him on, Yorke Ihould haue fent him
ayde.
Luc. And Yorke as fall vpon your Grace exclaimes.
Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoall,
Collefled for this expidition.
Som. York lyes : He might haue fent, & had the Horfe:
I owe him little Dutie, and lefle Loue,
And take foule fcorne to fawne on him by fending.
Lu. The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now intraptthe Noye-minded Talbot:
Neuer to England lhall he beare his life.
But dies betraid to fortune by your ftrife.
Som. Come go, I will difpatch the Horfemen ftrait :
Within fixe houres, they will be at his ayde.
Lu. Too late comes refcue, he is tane or llaine.
For flye he could not, if he would haue fled :
And flye would Talbot neuer though he might.
Som. If he be dead, braue Talbot then adieu.
Lu. His Fame liues in the world . His Shame in you.
Exeunt.
Enter Talbot and hit Sonne.
Tat. O yong lohn Talbot, I did fend for thee
To tutor thee in ftratagems of Warre,
That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd.
When faplelTe Age, and weake vnable limbes
Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire.
But O malignant and ill-boading Starres,
Now thou art come vnto a Feaft of death,
A terrible and vnauoyded danger :
Therefore deere Boy, mount on my fwiftell horfe.
And He direél thee how thou lhalt efcape
By fodaine flight. Come, dally not, be gone.
lohn. Is my name Talbot ? and am I your Sonne.'
Shall
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And ftall I flye ? O, If you loue my Mother,
Diihonor not her Honorable Name,
To make a Ballard, and a Slaue of me :
The World will fay,he is not Talbots blood.
That bafely fled,when Noble Talbot ftood.
Talb. Flye,to reuenge my death, if I be flaine.
lohn. He that flyes fo,wilI neVe returne againe,
Talb. If we both ftay, we both are furc to dye.
lobn. Then let me ftay,and Father doe you flye :
Your lolTe is great, fo your regard Ihould be }
My worth vnícnowne,no lolTe is knowne in me.
Vpon my death, the French can little boall j
In yours they will,in you all hopes are loll.
Flight cannot llayne the Honor you haue wonne.
But mine it will,that no Exploit haue done.
You fled for Vantage, euery one will fweare :
But if I bow,they*le fay it was for feare.
There is no hope that euer I will ftay.
If the flrft howre I ihrinke and run away :
Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie,
Rather then Life,preferuM with Infamie.
Talb, Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe ?
hhn. I, rather then He lhame my Mothers Wombe,
Talb. Vpon my Bleflîng I command thee goe.
lohn. To fight I will,but not to flye the Foe.
Talb. Part of thy Father may be fauM in thee.
lohn. No part of him, but will be lhame in mee.
Talb. Thou neuer hadft Renowne,nor canft not lofe it.
lohn. Yes,your renowned Name: lhall flight abufe it?
Talb.Thy Fathers charge lhal cleare thee from y ftaine.
lobn. You cannot witnefte for me, being flaine.
If Death be fo apparanr,then both flye.
Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye ^
My Age was neuer tainted with fuch lhame.
lobn. And lhall my Youth be guiltie of fuch blamef
No more can I be feuered from your fide.
Then can your felfe,your felfe in twaine diuide :
$tay,goe,doe what you will, the like doe I ;
For liue I will not,if my Father dye.
Talb. Then here I take my leaue of thee, faire Sonne,
Borne to eclipfe thy Life this afternoone :
Come, fide by fide, together liue and dye,
And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye. Sxit.
Alarum : Excurßons, rpbere'm Talbots Sonne
¿ hemmed about, and Talbot
refcues him.
Talb. Saint freori-e,and Vifloryj fight Souldiers,fight:
The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
And left vs to the rage of France his Sword.
Where is lohn Talbot} pawfe,and take thy breath,
I gaue thee Life,and refcu'd thee from Death.
lohn. O twice my Father, twice am I thy Sonne :
The Life thou gau'ft me firft, was loft and done.
Till with thy Warlike Sword,defpight of Fate,
To my determined time thou gau^ft new date,
Tíi/¿.When fro the Dolphins Creft thy Sword ftruck fire,
It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd delire
Of bold-fac*t Viilorie. Then Leaden Age,
Quicken*d with Youthfull Spleene, and Warlike Rage,
Beat downe Alanjon^ OrleancefBurgundie^
And from the Pride of Gallia rcfcued thee.
The ireful! Baftard Orleance^ that drew blood
From thee my Boy, and had the Maidenhood
Of thy firft fight, I foone encountred.
And interchanging blowes,! quickly Ihed
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Some of his Baftard blood,and in difgrace
Befpoke him thus: Contaminated,bafe,
And mis-begotten blood, Ifpill of thine,
Meane and right poore, for that pure blood of mine.
Which thou didft force from Talbot^my braue Boy.
Here purpofing the Baftard to deftroy.
Came in ftrong refcue. Speake thy Fathers care:
Art thou not wearie,/o¿«? How do'ft thou fare?
Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile,Boy,and flie,
Now thou art feal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie?
Flye, to reuenge my death when I am dead.
The helpe of one ftands me in little ftead.
Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot,
To hazard all our Hues in one fmall Boat.
If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage,
To morrow I lhall dye with mickle Age.
By me they nothing gaine, and if 1 ftay,
*Tis but the Ihortning of my Life one day.
In thee thy Mother dyes, our Houfeholds Name,
My Deaths Reuenge,thy Youth,and Englands Fame :
All thefe,and more,we hazard by thy ftayj
All thefe are fauM, if thou wilt flye away.
John. The Sword of Orleance hath not made me fmart,
Thefe words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart.
On that aduantage, bought with fuch a lhame.
To faue a paltry Life, and flay bright Fame,
Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye,
The Coward Korfe that beares me,fall and dye :
And like me to the pefant Boyes of France,
To be Shames fcorne,and fubie€l of Mifchance.
Surely,by all the Glorie you haue wonne.
And if I flye, I am not Talbots Sonne.
Then talke no more offlight,it is no boot.
If Sonne to Talbot^ dye at Talbots foot.
Talb. Then follow thou thy defp'rate Syre of Creet,
Thou Icarm^thy Life to me is iweet :
If thou wilt fight, fight by thy Fathers fide,
And commendable prou'd, let's dye in pride. Exit.
Alarum. Excurßons. Enter old
Talbot led.
T^/^.Where is my other Life? mine owne is gone,
O, where's young Talbot} where is valiant lobn}
Triumphant Death, fmear'd with Captiuitie,
Young Talbots Valour makes me fmile at thee.
When he perceiu*d me Ihrinke, and on my Knee,
His bloodie Sword he brandilht ouer mee.
And like a hungry Lyon did commence
Rough deeds of Rage, and fterne Impatience :
But when my angry Guardant ftood alone,
Tendring my ruine, and aíÍayl'd of none,
Dizzie-ey'd Furie, and great rage of Heart,
Suddenly made him from my fide to ftart
Into the cluftring Battaile of the French :
And in that Sea of Blood,my Boy did drench
His ouer-mounting Spirit 5 and there di'de
My Icarus^my BlofiTomCjin his pride.
Enter with lehn Talboty borne.
Ser«. O my deare Lord,loe where your Sonne is borne.
T«/.Thou antique Death,which laugh'ft vs here to fcorn.
Anon from thy infulting Tyrannie,
Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie,
Two Talbots winged through the Hther Skie,
In thy defpight ihall fcape Mortalitie.
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0 thou whofe wounds become hard fauoured death,
Speake to thy father, ere thou yeeld thy breath,
Braue death by fpeaking, whither he will or no î
Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe.
Poore Boy, he fmiles, me thinkes, as who ihould fay.
Had Death bene French, then Death had dyed to day.
Come, come, and lay him in hk Fathers armes.
My fpirit can no longer beare thefe harmes,
Souldiers adieu : I haue what I would haue,
Now my old armes are yong lobn Talbcts graue. Dyes
Enter QharleSy Alanjon^ ^urgundiey Bafiardy
and Pucell.
Char. Had Yorke and Somerfet brought refcue in,
We ihould haue found a bloody day of this,
Baß. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood,
Did fleih his purvie-fword in Frenchmens blood.
Puc, Once 1 encountred him, and thus I faid :
Thou Maiden youth, be vanquiiht by a Maide,
But with a proud Maiefticall high fcorne
He anfwer'd thus : Yong Talbot was not borne
To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench:
So ru/hing in the bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as vnworthy fight.
Bur, Doubtlefle he would haue made a noble Knight :
See where he lyes inherced in the armes
Of the moft bloody Nurfler of his harmes.
^aß. Hew them to peeces, hack their bones afiTunder,
Whofe life was Englands glory, Gallia's wonder.
Char. Oh no forbeare : For that which we haue fied
During the life, let vs not w;çong it dead.
Enter Lucie.
Lu, Herald, condu<5t me to the Dolphins Tent,
To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
Char. On what fubmifliue meíTage art thou fent?
Lucy. SubmiiUon Dolphin? Tis a raeere French word:
We Engliih Warriours wot not what it meanes.
1 come to know what Prifoners thou haft tane,
And to furuey the bodies of the dead.
Char. For prifoners askft thou? Hell our prifon is.
But tell me whom thou feek'ft ?
Luc. But where's the great Alcides of the field.
Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury ^
Created for his rare fuccefle in Armes,
Great Earle of Waßjfordy JVaterfordy and Valence^
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfieldy
Lord Etrange of Blackmercy Lord Verdón of Aîtony
Lord Qrom-well of Wingeßeldy Lord Furmuall oi Sheffeildy
The thrice vidlorious Lord of Falconbridgey
Knight of the Noble Order of George,
Worthy S. ^Michael, and the Qolden Fleece,
Great Mar/hall to Henry the fixt,
Of all his Warres within the Realme of France,
Puc. Heere's a filly ftately ftile indeede :
The Türke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath,
Writes not fo tedious a Stile as this.
Him that thou magnifi'ft with all thefe Titles,
Stinking and fly.blowne lyes heere at our feete.
Lucy. Is Talbot Haine, the Frenchmens only Scourge,
Your Kingdomes terror, and blacke Nemeßs}
Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might Ihoot them at your faces.
Oh,that I could but call thefe dead to life,
It were enough to fright the Realme of France.
Were but his Piéhire left amongft you here,
It would amaze the prowdeft of you all.
Giue me their Bodyes,that I may beare them hence,
And giue them Burial], as befeemes their worth.
Pucel. I thinke this vpftart is old Talbots Ghoft,
He fp eakes with fuch a proud commanding fpirit:
For Gods fake let him haue him, to keepe them here,
They would but ftinke, and putrifie the ayre.
Char. Go take their bodies hence.
Lucy, lie beare them hence:but from their aihee dial
be reard
A Phoenix that lhall make all France affear'd.
Char. So we be rid of them, do with him what y wilt.
And now to Paris.in this conquering vaine,
All will be ours, now Woody Talbots flaine. Exit.
Seenafecunda.
SENNET.
Enter King, Çlocefler, and Exeter.
King. Haue, you perus'd the Letters from the Pope,
The Emperor, and the Earle of Arminack
Qlo. I haue my Lord, and their intent is this.
They humbly fue vnto your Excellence,
To haue a godly peace concluded of,
Betweene the Realmes of England, and of France.
King, How doth your Grace affeif their motion ?
Glo. Well (my good Lord) and as the only meanes
To Hop effufion of our Cbriftian blood.
And ftablilh quietnelTe on euery fide.
King. I marry Vnckle, for I alwayes thought
It was both impious and vnnaturall,
That fuch immanity and Woody ftrife
Should reigne among Profeifors of one Faith.
Qlo. Befide my Lord, the fooner to effeil.
And furer binde this knot of amitié.
The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles,
A man of great Authoritie in France,
Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace,
In marriage, with a large and fumptuous Dowrie.
King. Marriage Vnckle.' Alas my yeares are yong :
And fitter is my ftudie, and my Bookes,
Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour.
Vet call th'Embaffadors, and as you pleafe.
So let them haue their anfweres euery one:
I fliall be well content with any choyce
Tends to Gods glory, and my Countries weale.
Enter fKincheßer, and three Amhaffadors.
Exet, What, is my Lord of Wincheßer inftall'd.
And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree?
Then 1 perceiue, that will be verified
Henry the Fift did fometime prophefie.
If once he come to be a Cardinall,
Hee'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne.
King. My Lords Ambaffadors, your feuerall fuites
Haue bin confider'd and debated on,
Vour purpofe is both good and reafonable :
And therefore are we certainly refolu'd.
To draw conditions of a friendly peace.
Which
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Which by my Lord of Winchefter we meane
Shall be craniported prefenCiy to France.
Glo. And for the proflêr of my Lord your Malier,
1 haue inform'd his Highnefle fo at large,
As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts,
Her Beauty, and the valew of her Dower,
He doth intend Ihe fliall be Englands Queene.
King. In argument and proofe of which contrail,
Beare her this Jewell, pledge of my affeflion.
And fo my Lord Proteûor fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Douer, wherein Ihip'd
Commit them to the fortune of the fea. Exeunt.
Win. Stay my Lord Legate, you lhall ñrA receiue
The fumme of money which I promifed
Should be deliuered to his Holinefle,
For cloathing me in thefe graue Ornaments.
Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordlhips leyfure.
Win. Now Winchefter will not fubmit, I trow.
Or be inferiour to the proudeft Peerej
Humfrey of Glofter, thou lhalt well perceiue.
That neither in birth, or for authoritie.
The Bilhop will be ouer-borne by thee :
He either make thee Hoope, and bend thy knee.
Or facke this Country with a mutiny. Exeunt
Scaena Tertia.
Enter Charles^ Burgundy^ tAlanjon^ ^aßardy
Reigniefy and lone^
Char. Thefe newes(my Lords)may cheere our dcoo-
ping fpirits :
*Ti$ faid^ the ftout Pariiians do reuolt,
And turne againe vnto the warlike French.
Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France,,
And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance.
"Pucel. Peace beamongft them if they turne to vs,
£lfe ruine combate with their Pallaces.
Enter Scout.
Scout. SuccelTe vnto our valiant Generali,
And happinelTe to his accomplices.
Char. What tidings fend our Scouts?! prethee fpealc.
Scout. The Engli/h Army that diuided was
Into two parties, is now conioynM in one.
And meanes to giue you battell prefently.
Char. Somewhat too fodaine Sirs, the warning is.
But we will prefently prouLde for them.
^ur. I truft the Ghoft of Talbot is not there
Now he is gone my Lord, you necde not feare.
Pucel. Of all bafe paÚíons, Feare is moil accuril.
Command the Conqueil Charles^ it ihall be thine :
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.
Osar. Then on my Lords, and France be fortunate.
Exeunt. Alarum. Sxcurßons.
Enter lone de Pucell.
Puc. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen flye.
Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts,
And ye choife fpirits that admoniih me,
And giue me lignes of future accidents. Thunder.
You fpeedy helpers, that are fubilituces
ff
Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North,
Appeare, and ayde me in this enterprize.
Enter Fiends.
This fpeedy and quicke appearance argues proofe
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now ye Familiar Spirits, that are culPd
Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth,
Helpe me this once, that France may get the field.
They fcalkcy and Jpeake not.
Oh hold me not with filenee ouer<long;
Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
He lop a member off, and giue it you,
In earneft of a further benefit :
So you do condifcend to helpe me now.
They bang their heads.
No hope to haue redreíTe^ My body /hall
Pay recompence, if you will graunt my fuite.
They pake their beads.
Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
Intreate you to your wonted furtherance *?
Then take my foule ; my body, foule,and all,
Before that England giue the French the foyle.
They depart.
See, they forfake me. Now the time is come,
That France muft vale her lofty plumed Creft,
And let her head fall into Englands lappe.
My ancient Incantations are too weake,
And hell too llrong for me to buckle with:
Now France, thy glory droopcth to the duft. Exit.
Excurßons. Burgundie and Torke fight hand to
hand, French fiye.
Torke. Damfell ofFrance, I trinke I haue you fall,
Vnchalne your fpirits now with.fpelling Charmes,
And try if they can gaine your liberty.
A goodly prize, fit for the diuels grace.
See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes,
As if with Circey Ihe would change my lhape.
'Puc. Changed fo a worfer /hape thou canft not be;
Tor. Oh, Qharles the Dolphin is a proper man,
No ihape but his can pieafe your dainty eye.
Puc. A plaguing miicheefe light on Charlei, and thee,
And may ye both be fodainly furpriz'd
By bloudy bands, in fleeping on your beds.
Torke. Fell banning Hagge, Inchantreflc hold thy
tongue.
Puc. I prethee giue me leaue to curfe awhile.
Torkf. Curfe Mifcreant, when thou cornil to the ftake
Exeunt.
ifilarum. Enter Suffolke frith Margaret
in hü band.
Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prifoner.
Gaoses on her.
Oh Faireil Beautle, do not feare, nor fiye :
For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands,
I kiíTe thefe fingers for eternall peace,
And lay them gently on thy tender fide.
Who art thou, fay ? that I may honor thee.
<¿Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King,
The King of Naples, who fo ere thou art.
Suff. An Earie 1 am, and Suffolke am I cail'd.
Be not offended Natures myracle,
Thou art alotted to be tane by me :
So doth the Swan her downie Signets faue,
Oh flay :
116 Thefirß Tart of Henry the Sixt.
Keeping them prifoner vnderneath his wings :
Yet if this feruile vfage once offend,
Go,and be free againe,as SuffoDces friend. She ügoing
Oh ftay : 1 haue no power to let her paffe,
My hand would free her, but my heart fayes no.
As playes the Sunne vpon the glaffie ftreames,
Twinkling another counterfetted beame,
So feemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Faine would I woe her, yet 1 dare not fpeake :
lie call for Pen and Inke, and write my minde :
Fye De la Pole, difable not thy felfe :
Haft not a Tongue i Is Ihe not heere ?
Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans fight?
I : Beauties Princely Maiefty is fuch,
'Confounds the tongue, and makes the fenfes rough.
lOl^ar. Say Earle ofSuffolke, if thy name be fo.
What ranfome muft I pay before I paffe ?
For I perceiue I am thy prifoner,
Suf. How canft thou tell Ihe will deny thy fuite.
Before thou make a triall of her loue ?
M. Why fpeak'ft thou not? What ranfom moft I pay?
Suf, She's beautifull ; and therefore to be Wooed :
She is a Woman ; therefore to be Wonne.
cîWar, Wilt thou accept of ranfome, yea or no ?
Suf. Fond man, remember that thou haft a wife.
Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour ?
Mar. I were beft to leaue him, for he will not heare.
Suf. There all is marr'd : there lies a cooling card.
Mar. He talkes at randon : fure the man is mad.
Suf. And yet a difpenfation may bee had.
Mar. And yet I would that you would anfwer me;
Suf. He win this Lady Margaret. For whom ?
Why for my King : Tulh, that's a woodden thing.
Mar. He talkes of wood : It isfome Carpenter.
Suf. Yet fo my fancy may be fatisfied.
And peace eftablilhed betweene thefe Realmes.
But there remaines a fcruple in that too:
For though her Father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Aniou and ¡ÚMayne, yet is he poore.
And our Nobility will fcorne the match.
Mar. Heare ye Captaine ? Are you not at leyfure?
Suf. It ihall be fo, difdaine they ne're fo much:
Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld.
Madam, I haue a fecret to reueale.
Mar. What though I be inthral'd, he feems a knight
And will not any way diftionor me.
Suf. Lady, vouchfafe to liften what I fay.
Mar. Perhaps I lhall be refcu'd by the French,
And then I need not craue his curtefie.
Suf. Sweet Madam, giue me hearing in a caufe.
oMar. Tulh, women haue bene captiuate ere now,
Suf. Lady, wherefore talke you fo?
Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Qm.
Suf. Say gentle Princeffe, would you not luppofe
Your bondage happy, to be made a Qi^eene?
Mar. To be a Q^eene in bondage, is more vile,
Than is a fiaue, in bafe feruility :
For Princes Ihould be free.
Suf. And fo lhall you.
If happy Englands Royall King be free.
A&r. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee ?
Suf. He vndertake to make thee Henries Qu^eene,
To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand.
And fet a precious Crowne vpon thy head,
If thou wilt condifcend to be my
Mar. What ?
Suf. His loue.
Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife.
Suf. No gentle Madam, 1 vnworthy am
To woe fo faire a Dame to be his wife.
And haue no portion in the choice my felfe.
How fay you Madam, are ye fo content ?
Mar. And if my Father pleafe, I am content.
Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth.
And Madam, at your Fathers Caftle walles,
Wee'l craue a parley, to conferre with him.
Sound. Enter Reignier on the fHalles.
See 'Reignier fee, thy daughter prifoner.
Reig. To whom?
Suf. To me.
Reig. Suffulke, what remedy ?
I am a Souldier, and vnapt to weepe.
Or to exclaime on Fortunes lickleneffe.
Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord,
Confent, and for thy Honor giue confent,
Thy daughter lhall be wedded to my King,
whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto :
And this her eafie held imprifonment.
Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie.
Reig. Speakes Suffolke as he thinkes f
Suf. Faire Margaret knowes.
That Suffolke doth not flatter, face, or faine.
Reig. Vpon thy Princely warrant,I defcend,
To giue thee anfwer of thy iuft demand.
Suf. And heere I will expeû thy comming.
Trumpets found. Enter Reignier.
'Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories,
Command in Aniou what your Honor pleafes.
Suf. Thankes Reignier, happy for fo fweet a Childe,
Fit to be made companion with a King:
What anfwer makes your Grace vnto my fuite ?
Reig. Since thou doft daigne to woe her little worth.
To be the Princely Bride of fuch a Lord :
Vpon condition I may quietly
Enioy mine owne, the Country Maine and Aniou,
Free from oppreflion, or the ftroke of Warre,
My daughter lhall be Henries, if he pleafe.
Suf. That is her ranfome, I deliuer her.
And thofe two Counties I will vndertake
Your Grace lhall well and quietly enioy.
Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name.
As Deputy vnto that gracious King,
Giue thee her hand for figne of plighted faith.
Suf. Reignier of France, I giue thee Kingly thankes,
Becaufe this is in Traflicke of a King.
And yet me thinkes I could be well content
To be mine owne Attorney in this cafe,
lie ouer then to England with this newes.
And make this marriage to be folemniz'd :
So farewell Reignier, fet this Diamond fafe
In Golden Pallaces as it becomes,
Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
The Chriftian Prince King Henrie were he heere.
Mar.Farewell my Lord, good wilhes,praife,& praiers.
Shall Suffolke euer haue of Aiar^aref. Sheets going.
Suf. Farwell fweet Madam: but hearke you Margaret,
No Princely commendations to my King í
Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide,
A Virgin, and his Seruant, fay to him.
Suf. Words fweetly plac'd, and modeftie direfted,
But
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But Madame, I muft trouble you againe,
No louing Token to his Maicftie ?
cMar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure vnfpotted heart,
Neuer yet taint with loue, 1 fend the King.
Suf. And this withall. Kiji her.
Mar. That for thy felfe, I will not fo prefume,
To fend fuch peeui/h tokens to a King.
Suf. Oh wert thou for my felfe : but SuffoH^e ftay.
Thou mayelf not wander in that Labyrinth,
There Minotaurs and vgly Treafons lurke.
Solicite Henry with her wonderous praife.
Bethinke thee on her Vertues that furmount,
Mad naturall Graces that extinguilh Art,
Repeate their femblance often on the SeaS,
That when thou com'ft to kneele at Henries feete.
Thou mayeft bereaue him of his wits with wonder. Exit
Enter Yorhe.WarwUke^Shepheard, Pucell.
Yor. Bring forth that Sorcerefle ccndemn'd to burne.
Shep. Ah lone, this kils thy Fathers heart out-right,
Haue I fought euery Country farre and neere.
And now it is my chance to finde thee out,
Muft I behold thy timelefle cruell death :
Ah lone, fweet daughter lone. He die with thee,
lucel. Decrepit Mifer, bafe ignoble Wretch,
I am defcended of a gentler blood .
Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine.
Shep. Out, out: My Lords,and pleafe you, 'tis not fo
I did beget her, all the Pariih knowes :
Her Mother Hueth yet, can teftifie
She was the firft fruite of my Bach'ler-fliip.
IVar. Gracelefle, wilt thou deny thy Parentage ?
Yor!^. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene,
Wicked and vile, and fo her death concludes.
Shep. Fye lone, that thou wilt be fo obftacle:
God knowes, thou art a collop of my fleih.
And for thy fake haue I ftied many a teare :
Deny me not, I prythee, gentle lone.
Pucell. Pezant auant.. You haue fuborn'd this man
Of purpofe, to obfcure my Noble birth.
^p. 'Tis true, I gaue a Noble to the Prieft,
The morne that I was wedded to her mother.
Kneele downe and take my blefling, good my Gyrle.
Wilt thou not ftoope ? Now curfed be the time
Of thy natiuitie : I would the Milke
Thy mother gaue thee when thou fuck'ft her breft.
Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy fake.
Or elfe, when thou didft keepe my Lambes a-field,
I wifli fome rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee.
Doeft thou deny thy Father, curfed Drab .'
0 burne her, burne her,hanging is too good. Exit.
Yorl(e. Take her away, for ihe hath liu'd too long.
To fill the world with vicious qualities. ,
Pac.Firft let me tell you whom you haue condemn'd;
Not me, begotten of a Shepheard Swaine,
But ifliied from the Progeny of Kings.
Vertuous and Holy, chofen from aboue.
By infpiration of Celeftiall Grace,
To worke exceeding myracles on earth.
1 neuer had to do with wicked Spirits.
But you that are polluted with your luftes,
Stain'd with the guiltlefle blood of Innocents,
Corrupt and tainted with a thoufand Vices :
Becaufe you want the grace that others haue.
You iudge it ftraight a thing impofsible
To compafie Wonders, but by heipe of diuels.
No mifconceyued, lone of Aire hath beene
A Virgin from her tender infancie,
Chafte, and immaculate in very thought,
Whofe Maiden-blood thos rigoroufly efïus'd.
Will cry for Vengeance, at the Gates of Heauen.
Yorife. 1,1 : away with her to execution.
War. And hearke ye firs: becaufe ihe is a Maide,
Spare for no Faggots, let there be enow :
Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall ftake.
That fo her tortute may be ihortned.
Puc. Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts?
Then lone difcouet thine infirmity.
That wartanteth by Law, to be thy priuiledge.
I am with childe ye bloody Homicides :
Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe,
Although ye hale me to a violent death.
Tbr.Now heauen forfend, the holy Maid with child?
War. The greateft miracle that ere ye wrought'.
Is all your ftrift precifenefle come to this ?
Yorlte. She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling,
I did imagine what would be her refuge.
War. Well go too, we'll haue no Baftards Hue,
Efpecially fince Qharles muft Father it.
Puc. You are deceyu'd, my childe is none of his.
It was Alanjon that inioy'd my loue.
Yorl^e. eAlanfon that notorious Macheuile?
It dyes, and if it had a thoufand Hues.
Pue. Oh giue me leaue, I haue deluded you,
'Twas neyther Charles, not yet the Duke X nam'd,
But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd.
War. A married man, that's moft intollerable.
Yor. Why here's a Gyrle:I think (he knowes not wel
(There were fo many) whom Ihe may accofe.
War. It's figne Xhe hath beene liberal! and free,
Yor. And yet forfooth Xhe is a Virgin pure.
Strumpet, thy words condemne thy Brat,and thee.
Vfe no intreaty, for it is in vaine.
Pa.Then lead me hence: with whom I leaue my curfe.
May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames
Vpon the Countrey where you make abode :
But darkneXTe, and the gloomy Xhade of death
Inuiron you, till Mifcheefe and Difpaire,
Driue you to break your necks, or hang your felues.ÊAr/r
Enter Cardinall.
Yorl(e. Breake thou in peeces, and confume to aXhes,
Thou fowle accurfed minifter of Hell.
Car. Lord Regent, I do greete your Excellence
With Letters of Commiflion from the King.
For know my Lords, the States of Chriftendome,
Mou'd with remorfe of thefe out-ragious broyles.
Haue earneftly implor'd a generali peace.
Betwixt our Nation, and the afpyring French ;
And heere at hand, the Dolphin and his Traine
Approacheth, to conferre about fome matter.
Yorl^e. Is all our trauell turn'd to this effedl.
After the flaughter of fo many Peeres,
So many Captaines, Gentlemen,and Soldiers,
That in this quarrel! haue beene ouerthrowne.
And fold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit.
Shall we at laft conclude effeminate peace ?
Haue we not loft moft part of all the Townes,
By Treafon, FaKhood, and by Treacherie,
Our great Progenitors had conquered:
Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I forefee with greefe
The vtter loffe of all the Realme of France.
War. Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace
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It ihall be with fuch ftriâ and feuere Couenants^
As little ihall the Frenchmen gaine thereby.
Enter Cbarlesy Alanjon^ ñafiarReignier^
Char. Since Lords of England, it is thus agreed,
That peacefull truce ihall be proclaimed in France,
We come to be informed by your felues,
What the conditions of that league mull be.
Tort^. Speake Winchefter,for boyling choller chokes
The hollow paiTage of my poyfonM voyce,
By fight of thefe our baleful! enemies.
Win. Cbarlesy and the reft, it is enabled thus:
That in regard King Henry giues confent,
Of meere compaifion, and of lenity,
To eafe your Countrie of diftreftefull Warre,
And fiifter you to breath in fruitful! peace,
You fliall become true Liegemen to his Crowne.
And CbarleSy vpon condition thou wilt fweare
To pay him tribute, and fubmit thy felfe,
Thou ihalt be placM as Viceroy vnder him,
And ftill enioy thy Regall dignity.
tAlan. Muft he be then as ihadow of himfelfe ?
Adorne his Temples with a Coronet,
And yet in fubftance and authority,
Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man f
This proffer is abfurd, and reafonleíTe.
Char. *Tis knowne already that 1 am pofleft
With more then hälfe the Gallian Territories,
And therein reuerenc'd for their lawfull King.
Shall I for lucre of the reft vn-vanquiftit,
Detra<ft Co much from that prerogatiue,
As to be caird but Viceroy of the whole?
No Lord AmbaiTador, lie rather keepe
That which I haue, than coueting for more
Be caft from pofsibility of all.
TorJ^e. Infulting Char/eSy haft thou by fccret meanes
Vs'd intercefflon to obtaine a league,
And now the matter growes to compremize,
Stand'ft thou aloofe vpon Comparifon.
Either accept the Title thou vfurp'ft,
Of benefit proceeding from our King,
And not of any challenge of Defert,
Or we will plague thee with inceffant Warres.
Reig. My Lord, you do not well in obftinacy.
To cauill in the courfe of this Contraél:
If once it be negleéied, ten to one
We fhall not finde like opportunity.
Alan. To fay the truth, it is your policie,
To faue your Subie£ts from fuch maflacre
And ruthlefle {laughters as are dayly feene
By our proceeding in Hoftility,
And therefore take this compact of a Truce,
Although you breake it, when your pleafure ferues.
War. How fayft thou Cbarles ?
Shall our Condition ftand ? *
Qbar. It Shall :
Onely referu*d, you claime no intereft
In any of our Townes of Garrifon.
Tor. Then fweare Allégeance to his Maiefty,
As thou art Knight, neuer to difobey,
Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England,
Thou nor thy Nobles, to the Crowne of England.
So, now difmilTe your Army when ye pleafe :
Hang vp your Enfigoes, let your Drummes be ftill,
For heere we entertaine a folemne peace. Exeunt
A6ÍUS Quintus.
Enter SuffolJ^e in conference "»ith the Kingy
Qloceßeryand Exeter,
King. Your wondrous rare defcription (noble Earle)
Of beauteous Margaret hath aftoniihM me ;
Her vertues graced with external! gifts.
Do breed Loues fetled paffTions in my heart,
And like as rigour of tempeftuous guftes I
Prouokes the mightieft Hulke againft the tide.
So am I drioen by breath of her Renowne,
Either to fuffer Shipwracke, or arriuc
Where I may haue fruition of her Loue.
Suf. Tuft) my good Lord, this fuperficiall tale,
Is but a preface of her worthy praife :
The cheefe perfe^Iions of that louely Dame,
(Had I fufficient skill to vtter them)
Would make a volume of inticing lines,
Able to rauiih any dull conceit.
And which is more, ihe is not fo Diuine,
So full repleate with choice of all delights.
But with as humble lowlineftfe of minde.
She is content to be at your command :
Command I meane, of Vertuous chafte intents.
To Loue, and Honor Henry as her Lord.
King. And otherwife, will Henry ne're prefume :
Therefore my Lord Protedlor, giue confent.
That Margret may be Englands Royall Queene.
Glo. So ihould I giue confent to ffatter finne.
You know (my Lord^ your HighnelTe is betroath'd
Vnto another Lady of efteeme,
How ihall we then difpenfe with that contra^,
And not deface your Honor with reproach?
Euf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes,
Or one that at a Triumph, hauing vow'd
To try his ftrength, forfaketh yet the Liftes
By reafon of his Aduerfaries oddes.
A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes,
And therefore may be broke without offence.
Gloucefier, Why what ( I pray ) is cMargaret more
then that ?
Her Father is no better than an Earle,
Although in glorious Titles he excell.
Suf. Yes my Lord, her Father is a King,
The King of Naples, and lerufalem, Í
And of fuch great Authoritie in France, 1
As his alliance will confirme our peace, '
And keepe the Frenchmen in Allégeance.
Glo. And fo the Earle of Arminacke may doe, I
Becaufe he is neere Kinfman vnto Cbarles.
iE'Arer.Befide, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
Where Reignier fooner will receyue, than giue.
Suf A Dowre my Lords? Difgrace not fo your King,
That he ihould be fo abieâ, bafe,and poore.
To choofe for wealth, and not for perfeÛ Loue.
Henry is able to enrich his Qu^eene,
And not to feeke a Queene to make him rich,
So worthleffe Pezants bargaine for their Wiues,
As Market men for Oxen, Sheepc, or Horfe.
Marriage is a matter of more worth,
Then to be dealt in by Atturney-fliip ;
Not whom we will, but whom his Grace affc¿ls,
Muft I
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Muft be companion of his Nuptial] bed.
And therefore Lords, lince he alfefb her molb,
Moft of all thefe reafons bindeth vs,
In our opinions Ihe Ihould be preferr'd.
For what is wedloelce forced? but a Hell,
An Age of difcord and continuall ftrife.
Whereas the contrarie bringeth blilTe,
And Is a patterne of Celelliall peace.
Whom Ihould we match with Henry being a King,
^MteMargaret, that is daughter to a King :
Her peerelelTe feature, ioyned with her birth,
Approues her fit for none, but for a King.
Her valiant courage, and vndaunted fpirit,
(More then in women commonly is fcene)
Will anfwer our hope in iflue of a King.
For Henry, fonne vnto a Conqueror,
Is likely to beget more Conquerors,
If with a Lady of fo high refolue,
(As is faire Margaret) he be link'd in loue.
Then yeeld my Lords, and heere conclude with mee,
That Margaret fliall be Queene, and none but Ihee.
King. Whether it be through force of your report.
My Noble Lord of SufFoIke ; Or for that
My tender youth was neuer yet attaint
With any pallion of inflaming loue ,
1 cannot tell ; but this I am aflur'd.
I feele fuch lharpe dilTention in my breaft.
Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare,
As I am ficke with working of my thoughts.
Take therefore Ihipping, porte my Lord to France,
Agree to any couenants, and procure
That Lady Margaret do vouchfafe to come
To crolfe the Seas to England, and be crown'd
King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene.
For your expences and fuflicient charge.
Among the people gather vp a tenth.
Be gone I fay, for till you do returne,
1 reft perplexed with a thoufand Cares.
And you (good Vnckle) banilh all offence :
If you do cenfure me, by what you were.
Not what you are, I know it will excufe
This fodaine execution of my will.
And fo conduit me, where from company,
I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe. Sxit.
Ç/o. I greefe I feare me, both at firft and lart.
Exit Gloceiier.
Suf. Thus Suffoike hath preuail'd,and thus he goes
As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece,
With hope to finde the like euent in loue.
But profper better than the Troian did :
Alargares (hall now be Queene, and rule the King :
But I will rule both her, the King, and Realme. Exit
FINIS.
120
The fécond Part of Henry the Sixt,
with the death of the Good Duke
H V M F R E Y.
<iÄ5lus 'Primus, Sccena 'Œ^rima.
Flourißf of Trumpets : Then Hobcyes^
Enter King y Dul^e Humfrey ySalübury yWarwicite ^anà Beau-
ford on the one fide.
The Queency Sufifolf^ey TorJ^py Somerjety and Buckjngbamy
on the other»
Suffolkf.
S by your high Imperiall Maießy,
I had in charge at my depart for France,
As Procurator to your Excellence,
To marry Princes Margaret for your Grace ;
So in the Famous Ancient City, Teures,
In prefence of the Kings of France, and SidH,
The Dukes of Orleance, Qalaher, 'Britaigtie, and Alanjon,
Seuen Earles,twelue Barons, & twenty reuerend Biihops
I haue performM my Taske, and was efpous'd.
And humbly now vpon my bended knee,
In light of England, and her Lordly Peeres,
Deliuer vp my Title in the Queene
To your moft gracious hands, that are the Subllance
Of that great Shadow I did reprefent :
The happieft Gift, that euer Marquefle gaue,
The Faired Queene, that euer King receiu'd.
King. Sulfolke arife. Welcome Queene Margaret,
I can exprelTe no kinder figne of Loue
Then this kinde kilTe : O Lord, that lends me life.
Lend me a heart repleate with thankfulnelTe :
For thou haft giuen me in this beauteous Face
A world of earthly bleffings to my foule.
If Simpathy of Loue vnite our thoughts.
Queen. Great King of England, & my gracious Lord,
The mutuall conference that my minde hath had.
By day, by night; waking, and in my dreames.
In Courtly company, or at my Beades,
With you mine eAlder liefeß Soueraigne,
Makes me the bolder to falute my King,
With ruder termes, fuch as my wit affoords.
And ouer ioy of heart doth minifter.
King. Her light did rauilh, but her grace in Speech,
Her words yclad with wifedomes Maiefty,
Makes me from Wondring, fall to Weeping ioyes.
Such is the Fulnefle of my hearts content.
Lords, with one cheerefull voice. Welcome my Loue.
* Allltneel.hoT\% Hue Qu. Englands happines.
Queene. We thanke you all. Florißi
Suf, My Lord Proteflor, fo it pleafe your Grace,
Heere are the Articles of contraéied peace,
Betweene our Soueraigne, and the French King Charles,
For eighteene moneths concluded by confent.
do. Reads. Inprimis, It is agreed belveene the French K.
Charles, and TVilliam de la Pole olMarqueJJe of Suffolhf,Am-
hajfador for Henry King of England, That the Jaid Henry ßial
ejpouße the Lady Margaret, daughter vnto Reignier King of
Ñafies, Sicillia, and lerujalem, and Crorene her Queene of
England, ere the thirtieth of May next enjuing.
item. That the Dutcby of Aniou,and the County of Main,
Jhall he releajed and deliuered to the King her father.
King. Vnkle, how now?
Çlo. Pardon me gracious Lord,
Some fodaine qualme hath ftrucke me at the heart.
And dim'd mine eyes, that I can reade no further.
King. Vnckle of Winchefter, I pray read on.
PKin. Item, It is further agreed betveene them. That the
Dutcheffe of Aniou and Maine, Jhall be releajed and deliuered
ouer to the King her Father, and Jhee Jent ouer of the King of
Englands owne frofer Coß and Q^f'Sts, without hauing any
Dowry.
King.They pleafe vs well. Lord Marques kneel down.
We heere create thee the firft Duke of Suftblke,
And girt thee with the Sword. Cofin of Yorke,
We heere difcharge your Grace from being Regent
I'th parts ofFrance, till terme of eighteene Moneths
Be full expyr'd. Thankes Vncle Winchefter,
Glofter, Yorke, Buckingham, Somerfet,
Salisburie, and Warwicke.
We thanke you all for this great fauour done.
In entertainment to my Princely Queene.
Come, let vs in, and with all Ipeede prouide
To fee her Coronation be perform'd.
Exit King, Queene, and Suffollte,
Manet the reß.
do. Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State,
To you Duke Humfrey muft vnload his greefe:
Your greefe, the common greefe of all the Land.
What? did my brother Henry fpend his youth.
His valour, coine, and people in the warres ?
Did he fo often lodge in open field :
In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate.
To conquer France, his true inheritance ?
And did my brother 'Bedford toyle his wits.
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To keepe by policy what Henrie got :
Haue you your feluet, Somtrjet, 'Bucl(wgbam,
Braue Tt>rl{e, Salùtury, and viilorious fTarmckf,
Receiud deepefcarres in France and Normandie;
Or hath mine Vnckle 'Beauford, and my felfe,
With all the Learned Counfell of the Realme,
Studied fo long, fat in the Councell houfe.
Early and late, debating too and fro
How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe.
And hath his HighnelTe in his infancie.
Crowned in Paris in defpight of foes.
And lhall thefe Labours, and thefe Honours dye ?
Shall Henries ConqueB, 'Bedford: vigilance.
Your Deeds of Warre, and all our Counfell dye?
0 Peeres of England, Ihamefull is this League,
Fatall this Marriage, cancelling your Fame,
Blotting your names from Bookes of memory.
Racing the Charrailers of your Renowne,
Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France,
Vndoing all as all had neuer bin.
Car. Nephew, what meanes this pallionate difcourfe?
This preroration with fuch circumftance :
For France,'tis ours ; and we will keepe it ftill.
ÇI0. I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can :
But now it is impofsible we ihould.
SufFolke, the new made Duke that rules the roft.
Hath giuen the Dutchy of Anion and Mayne,
Vnto the poore King Reignier, whofe large ftyle
Agrees not with the leannelTe of his purfe.
Sal, Now by the death of him that dyed for all,
Thefe Counties were the Keyes of Normandie :
But wherefore weepes Wärmere, my valiant fonne?
Ifar. For greefe that they are paft recouerie.
For were there hope to conquer them againe.
My fword ihould Ihed hot blood, mine eyes no teares.
Arionand Maine ? My felfe did win them both :
Thofe Prouinces, thefe Armes of mine did conquer.
And are the Citties chat I got with wounds,
Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words ?
Mort Dieu.
Yorlte. For Sufrblkes Duke, may he be fuffocate.
That dims the Honor of this Warlike Ifle :
France lliould haue tome and rent my very hart.
Before I would haue yeelded to this League.
1 neuer read but Englands Kings haue had
Large fummes of Gold, and Dowries with their wiues,
And our King Henry giues away his owne.
To match with her that brings no vantages.
Hum. A proper ielt, and neuer heard before.
That Suffolke ihould demand a whole Fifteenth,
For Colh and Charges in tranfporting her :
She Ihould haue Haid in France, and fteru'd in France
Before
Car. My Lord of Glofter, now ye grow too hot.
It was the pleafure of my Lord the King.
Hum. My Lord of Winchefter J know your minde.
Tis not my fpeeches that you do miilike :
But 'tis my prefence that doth trouble ye,
Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy free
I fee thy furie : If I longer ftay.
We lhall begin our ancient bickerings :
Lordings farewell, and fay when I am gone,
I prophelied, France will be loft ere long. Exit Humfrey.
Car. So, there goes our Proteilor in a rage :
Tis knowne to you he is mine enemy :
Nay more, an enemy vnto you all.
And no great friend, I feare me to the King ;
Conlider Lords, he is the next of blood.
And heyre apparant to the Englilh Crowne :
Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage.
And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the Weft,
There's reafon he ihould be difpleas'd at it :
Looke to it Lords, let not his fmoothing words
Bewitch your hearts, be wife and circumfpeâ.
What though the common people fauour him,
Calling him, Humfrey the good Duke of Gloßer,
Clapping their hands, and crying with loud voyce,
lefu maintaine your Royall Excellence,
With God preferue the good Duke Humfrey.
I feare me Lords, for all this flattering gloife.
He will be found a dangerous Proteftor.
Buc. Why Ihould he then proteft our Soueraigne ?
He being of age to gouerne of himfelfe.
Colin of Somerfet, ioyne you with me.
And altogether with the Duke of Suflfolke,
Wee'l quickly hoyfe Duke Humfrey from his feat.
Car. This weighty bufmelTe will not brooke delay.
He to the Duke of Suffolke prefently. Exit Cardinal!.
Som. Colin of Buckingham, though Humfries pride
And greatneffe of his place be greefe to vs.
Yet let vs watch the haUghtie Cardinall,
His infolence is more intollerable
Then all the Princes in the Land belide.
If Glofter be difplac'd, hee'l be Proteilor.
Or thou, or I Somerfet will be Proteflors,
Defpite Duke Humfrey,or the Cardinall.
Exit Buckingham, and Somerfet.
Sal. Pride went before. Ambition followes him.
While thefe do labour for their owne preferment,
Behooues it vs to labor for tlie Realme.
I neuer faw but Humfrey Duke of Glofter,
Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman :
Oft haue I feene the haughty Cardinall.
More like a Souldier then a man o'th'Church,
As ftout and proud as he were Lord of all,
Sweare like a Ruffian,and demeane himfelfe
Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale.
Warwicke my fonne, the comfort of my age.
Thy deeds, thy plainneffe, and thy houfe-keeping.
Hath wonne the greateft fruour of the Commons,
Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey.
And Brother Yorke, thy Ails in Ireland,
In bringing them to ciuill Difcipline :
Thy late exploits done in the heart of France,
when thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne,
Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people,
Ioyne we together for the publike good.
In what we can, to bridle and fupprelTe
The pride of Suffolke, and the Cardinall,
With Somerfets and Buckinghams Ambition,
And as we may, cherilh Duke Humfries deeds.
While they do tend the profit of the Land.
fTdr. So God helpe Warwicke, as he loues the Land,
And common profit of his Countrey.
Tor. And fo fayes Yorke,
For he hath greateft caufe.
Saliebury. Then lets make haft away.
And looke vnto the mai ne.
IVarmcke. Vnto the maine ?
Oh Father, eMaine is loft.
That Maine, which by maine force Warwicke did winne.
And would haue kept, fo long as breath did laft:
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Main-chance father you meant, but I meant ffMaine^
Which I wili win from France, or elfe be ilalne.
Ex'xl fVarvpic){e^and Salisbury, Manet Torky.
Tor^e* Anton and Maine are giuen to the French,
Parü is loft, the ftjte of Normandie
Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone :
Suftblke concluded on the Articles,
The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd,
To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter.
I cannot blame them all, what is't to themf
nis thine they giue away, and not their owne.
Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage,
And purchafe Friends, and giue to Curtezans,
Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone.
While as the filly Owner of the goods
Weepes ouer them, and wrings his haplefle hands,
And ftiakes his head, and trembling Hands aloofe.
While all is ihar'd, and all is borne away,
Ready to fterue, and dare not touch his owne.
So Yorke muft fit, and fret, and bite his tongue,
While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and fold :
Me thinkes the Realmes of England,France,& Ireland,
Beare that proportion to my ftelh and blood,
As did the fatall brand tAlthaa burnt,
Vnto the Princes hezrt of Qalidon :
Anion and Maine both giuen vnto the French í
Cold newesforme ; for 1 had hope of France,
Euen as I haue of fertile Englands foile.
A day will come, when Yorke ihall claime his owne,
And therefore I will take the Neuih parts.
And make a ftiew of loue to proud Duke Humfreyy
And when I fpy aduantage, claime the Crowne,
For that's the Golden marke I feeke to hit :
Nor lhall proud Lancafter vfurpe my right.
Nor hold the Scepter in his childilh Fift,
Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head.
Whole Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne.
Then Yorke be ftill a-while, till time do ferue:
Watch thou, and wake when others be afleepe,
To prie into the fecrets of the State,
Till Henrie furfetting in ioyes of loue.
With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen,
And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres :
Then will I raife aloft the Milke-white-Rofe,
With whofe fweet fmell the Ayre ihall be perfumM,
And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
To grapple with the houfe of Lancafter,
And force perforce He make him yeeld the Crowne,
Whofe bookiih Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe»
Sxit Torl^.
Enter Du^e Humfrey and hU voife Elianor.
£//<ar.Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn,
Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load ?
Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes,
As frowning at the Fauours of the world P
Why are thine eyes fixt to the füllen earth.
Gazing on that which feemes to dimme thy fight?
What feeft thou there ? K.ing Henries Diadem,
Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?
If fojGaze on, and grouell on thy face,
Vntill thy head be circled with the fame.
Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.
What, is't too ftiort ? He lengthen it with mine,
And hauing both together heau'd it vp,
Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,
And neuer more abafe our fight fo low,
As to vouchfafe one glance vnto the ground.
Hum. O iVc//,fweet Nellyif thou doft loue thy Lord,
Banifti the Canker of ambitious thoughts :
And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Againft my King and Nephew, vercuous Henry,
Be my laft breathing in this mortall worid.
My troublous dreames this night, doth make me fad.
E//. What dream'd my Lord, tell me,and He requite it
With fweet rehearfall of my mornings dreame ^
Hum. Me thought this ftafte mine Office-badge in
Court
Was broke in twaine : by whom, I haue forgot,
Butas I thinke, it was by'th Cardinall,
And on the peeces of the broken Wand
Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerfet,
And Wiillam de la Pole firft Duke of Suffblke.
This was my dreame, what it doth bode God knowes.
Eli. Tut, this was nothing but an argument.
That he that breakes a fticke of Glofters groue,
Shall loofe his head for his prefumption.
But lift to me my Humfrey, my fweete Duke :
Me thought I fate in Seate of Maiefty,
In the Cathedrall Church of Weftminfter,
And in that Chaire where Kings & Queens wer crownd,
Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me,
And on my head did fet the Diadem.
Hum. Nay Elinor, then muft I chide outright :
Prefumptuous Dame, ill-nurter'd Elianor,
Art thou not fécond Woman in the Realme?
And the Protedlors wife belou'd of him ?
Haft thou not worldly pleafure at command,
Aboue the reach or compafle of thy thought?
And wilt thou ftill be hammering Treachery,
To tumble downe thy husband, and thy felfe,
From top of Honor, to Difgraces feete ?
Away from me, and let me heare no more.
Elia. What, what, my Lord ? Are you fo chollerickc
With Elianor, for telling but her dreame ?
Next time He keepe my dreames vnto my felfe,
And not be chcck'd.
Hum. Nay be not angry, I am pleas'd againe.
Enter Mefenger.
Mejf. My Lord Protedlor, 'tis his Highnes pleafure,
You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons,
Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke.
Hu. I go.Come iVi?/ thou wilt ride with ys} Ex. Hum
EH. Yes my good Lord, He follow prefently.
Follow I muft, I cannot go before.
While Glofter beares this bafe and humble minde.
Were I a Man, a Duke,and next of blood,
I would remoue thefe tedious ftumbling blockes.
And fmooth my way vpon their headlefle neckes.
And being a woman, I will not be ilacke
To play my part in Fortunes Pageant.
Where are you there? Sir lohn', nay feare not man,
We are alone, here's none but thee,¿¿ 1. Enter Hume,
Hume. lefus preferue your Royall Maiefty.
Elia. What faift thou? Maiefty : 1 am but Grace.
Hume. But by the grace of God,and Humes adulce,
Your Graces Title ihall be multiplied.
Elia. What iaift thou manPHaft thou as yet confer'd
With Margerie lordane the cunning Witch,
With Roger '^ollingbrooke the Coniurer?
And will they vndertake to do me good ?
Hume. This they haue promifed to Ihew your Highnes
A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground,
That
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That Aall make anfwere to Tuch Queftioris,
As by your Grace /hall be propounded him.
SHanor. It is enough, He thinke vpon theQueftions:
When from j^Ibones we doe make returne,
Wee'le fee thefc things effeiled to the full.
Here Humgytzke this reward,make merry man
With thy Confederates in this weightie caufe.
Exit Blianor,
Hume. Hume m\x^ make merry with the Ducheffe Gold:
Marry and ihall : but how now, Sir lohn Hume f
Scale vp your Lips, and giue no words but Mum,
The bufineíTe asketh filent fecrecie.
Dame Elianor giues Gold, to bring the Witch :
Gold cannot come amiflejwere ihe a Deuill.
Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coaft :
I dare not fay, from the rich Cardinall,
And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolkej
Yet I doe finde it fo : for to be plaine,
They (knowing Dame Elianors afpiring humor)
Haue hyred me to vnder-mine the Ducheife,
And buzze theiè Coniurations in her brayne.
They fay, A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker,
Yet am I SuffoU^e and the Cardinalls Broker.
Hume^'if you take not heed,you ihall goe neere
To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues.
Wel),fo it ilands: and thus I feare at lail,
Humes Knauerie will be the Ducheife Wracke,
And her Attainture,will be Humphreyes fall :
Sort how it will,l ihall haue Gold for all. Sxit
Enter three or foure Petitioners^ the Armorers
M.an being one.
1.Pet. My Mailers, let's ftand clofe, my Lord Pro-
teftor will come this way by and by, and tiien wee may
deliuer our Supplications in the Quill.
2. Per. Marry the Lord protect him, for hee's a good
man, lefu bleife him.
Enter Zuffol^e^and Qiieene.
Peter. Here a comes me thinkes,and the Queene with
him: lie be the firft fure.
2.Pet. Come backe foole,this is the Duke of Suffolk,
and not my Lord Prote(ítor.
Suff. How now fellow: would'ft any thing with me?
J. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me, I tooke ye for my
Lord Protedor.
Queene. To my Lord Prote£lor ? Are your Supplica¬
tions to his Lordihip? Let me fee them; what is thine?
i.Pet. Mine is, and't pleafe your Grace, againil lohn
Goodmanymy Lord Cardinals Man,for keeping my Houfe,
and Land$,and Wife and all,from me.
Suff. Thy Wife too? that's fome Wrong indeede.
What's yours í What's heere í Againft the Duke of
Suffolke, for enclofing the Commons of Melforde. How
now,Sir Knaue ?
I.Pet. Alas Sir, I am but a poore Petitioner of our
whole Towneihip.
Peter. Againft my Mafter Thoma¿ Hornery for faying.
That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the
Crowne.
Queene. What fay'ft thou í Did the Duke of Yorke
fay, hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne?
jPeter.Thzt-my Miftrefie was? No forfoothrmy Mafter
faid,That he was, and that the King was an Vfurper.
Suff. Who is there í
Enter Seruant.
Take this fellow In,and fend for his Mafter with a Purfe-
uant prefently ; wee'ie heare more of your matter before
the King. Sxit.
Queene. And as for you that loue to be protefted
Voder the Wings of our Prote€lors Grace,
Begin your Suites anew,and fue to him,
Teare the Supplication*
Away,bafe Cullions; Suffolke let them goe.
All. Come, let's be gone. Exit.
¿lueene. My Lord of Suffolke, fay, is this the guife ?
Is this the Faihions in the Court of England ?
Is this the Gouernment of Brltaines He ?
And this the Royaltie of Albions King ?
What, Ihall King Henry be a Pupill ftill,
Vnder the furly Gloßers Gouernance ?
Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile,
And muft be made a Subiedt to a Duke ?
I tell thee !PWi,when in the Citie Tours
Thou ran'ft a-tilt in honor of my Loue,
And ftol'ft away the Ladies hearts of France 5
I thought King Henry had refembled thee,
In Courage,Courtihip,and Proportion:
But all his minde is bent to Hollneffe,
To number Aue^Maries on his Beades :
His Champions,are the Prophetsand Apoftles,
His Weapons, holy Sawes of facred Writ,
His Studie is his Tilt-yard,and his Loues
Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints.
I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls
Would chufe him Pope,and carry him to Rome,
And fet the Triple Crowne vpon his Head j
That were a State fit for his Holineffe.
Suff. Madame be patient; as I was caufe
Your Highneffe came to England, fo will I
In England worke your Graces full content.
Queene.^t(\¿t the haughtie Prote£lor,haue we Beauford
The imperious ChurchrmTi'ySomerfety Bucl^inghamy
And grumbling Yorl^e: and not the leaft of thefe,
But can doe more in England then the King.
Suff. And he of thefe,chat can doe moft of all,
Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils:
Salisbury and IVarruicl^dirt no fimple Peeres.
^zífe/.í.Not all thefe Lords do vex me hälfe fo much.
As that prowd Dame,the Lord Protestors Wife:
She fweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies,
More like an EmpreiTejthen Duke Humphreyes VTifc'.
Strangers in Court,doe take her for the Queene:
She bearcs a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe,
And in her heart ihe icornes our Pouertie :
Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her •?
Contemptuous bafe-borne Callot as ihe is,
She vaunted 'mongft her Minions t'other day,
The very trayne of her worft wearing Gowne,
Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands,
Till Suffcll^e gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter,
Suff. Madame, my feife haue lym'd a Buih for her.
And plac't a Quier of fuch enticing Birds,
That ihe will light to liften to the Layes,
And neuer mount to trouble you againe.
So let her reft : and Madame lift to me,
For I am bold to counfaile you in thisj
Although we fancie not the Cardinal!,
Yet muft we ioyne with him and with the Lords,
Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in difgrace.
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As for the Duke of Yorke,th!s late Complaint
Will make but little for his benefit :
So one by one wee'le weed them all at laft,
And you your felfe fliall fteere the happy Helme. £xie.
Sound a Sennet.
Enter the King, Du^e Humfrey, Cardinall, Buclting-
ham, Yort^e, Salisbury, PKarwickf,
and the DucheJJi.
King. For my part, Noble Lords, I care not which.
Or Somerfet,or Torl(e,M''s one to me.
Yorkf. If Yorl{e haue ill demean'd himfelfe in France,
Then let him be denay'd the Regent-lhip.
Som. If Somerfet be vnworthy of the Place,
Let Yor]^ be Regent, 1 will yeeld to him.
Warm. Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no,
Difpute not that, Yorke is the worthyer.
Card. Ambitious Warmiclte, let thy betters fpeake.
Warm. The Cardinall's not my better in the field.
Buc\. All in this prefence are thy hetters,Warwklte.
Warm. Warmicke may Hue to be die beft of all.
Saliih.Besze Sonne, and fliew fome reafon Buckingham
Why Somerfet Ihould be preferr'd in this ?
¿««»f.Becaufe the King forfooth will haue it lb,
Humf. Madame, the King is old enough himfelfe
To giue his Cenfure : Thefe are no Womens matters.
Queene. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace
To be Proteilor of his Excellence ?
Humf. Madame, I am Proteéior of the Realme,
And at his pleafure will refigne my Place.
Suff. Refigne it then, and leaue thine infolence.
Since thou wert King; as who is King,but thou
The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack.
The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas,
And all the Peeres and Nobles of the Realme
Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie.
Card. The Commons haft thou rackt, the Clergies Bags
Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions.
&m.Thy fumptuous Buildings, and thy Wiues Attyre
Haue coft a mafle of publique Treafurie.
'Buci^. Thy Crueltie in execution
Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law,
And left thee to the mercy of the Law.
S}ueene. Thy fale of Offices and Townes in France,
If they were knowne, as the fufpeél is great.
Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head.
Exit Humfrey.
Giue me my Fanne: what,Mynion,can ye not.'
She giues the Duchejfe a box on the eare.
I cry you mercy, Madame: was it you ?
Duch. Was't I.' yea, I it was,prowd French-woman :
Could I come neere your Bcautie with my Nayles,
I could fet my ten Commandements in your face.
King. Sweet Aunt be quiet,'twas againft her will.
fDuch. Againft her will, good King.' looke to't in time,
Shee'le hamper thee, and dandle thee like a Baby :
Though in this place moft Mafter weare no Breeches,
She fliall not ftrike Dame Elianor vnreueng'd.
Exit Elianor.
Buck- Lord Cardinall, I will follow Slianor,
And liften after Humfrey, how he proceedes :
Shee's tickled now,her Fume needs no Ipunes,
Shee'le gallop farre enough to her deftrudlion.
Exit Buckingham.
Enter Humfrey.
Humf. Now Lords, my Choller being ouer-blowne.
With walking once about the Quadrangle,
I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres.
As for your fpightfuU falfe Obieflions,
Proue them,and I lye open to the Law:
But God in mercie fo deale with my Soule,
As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey.
But to the matter that we haue in hand :
I fay, my Soueraigne, Yorkf is meeteft man
To be your Regent in the Realme of France.
Suf. Before we make eleilion, giue me leaue
To Ihew fome reafon, of no little force.
That Yorke is moft vnmeet of any man.
Yorkf. lie tell thee, why I am vnmeet.
Firft, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride :
Next, if I be appointed for the Place,
My Lord of Somerfet will keepe me here.
Without Difcharge, Money, or Furniture,
Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands:
Laft time I danc't attendance on his will.
Till Paris was befieg'd,famiflit,and loft.
Warm. That can I witnefle, and a fouler faâ
Did neuer Traytor in the Land commit.
Suff. Peace head-ftrong Warmickf.
Warm. Image of Pride, why fliould I hold my peace ?
Enter xirmorer and hie Mart,
Suff. Becaufe here isa man accufed of T reafon.
Pray God the Duke of Yorke excufe himfelfe.
Yorkf. Doth any one accufe Yorkf for a Traytor?
King. What mean'ft thou, Suffolkf.' tell me, what are
thefe i
Suff. Pleafe it your Maieftie, this is the man
That doth accufe his Mafter of High Treafon ;
His words were thefe : That Eichard, Duke of Yorke,
Was rightfiill Heire vnto the Englifli Crowne,
And that your Maieftie was an Vfurper.
King. Say man, were thefe thy words?
xlrmorer.Anà^t lhall pleafe your Maieftie, I neuer fayd
nor thought any fuch matter : God is my witnefle, I am
falfely accus'd by the Villaine.
Peter. By thefe tenne bones, my Lords, hee did fpeake
them to me in the Garret one Night, as wee were icow-
ring my Lord of Yorkes Armor.
Yorke. Bafe Dunghill Villaine, and Mechanicall,
He haue thy Head for this thy Traytors fpeech:
I doe befeech your Royall Maieftie,
Let him haue all the rigor of the Law.
Armorer. Alas, my Lord, hang me if euer I fpake the
words : my accufer is my Prentice, and when I did cor¬
red! him for his íáult the other day, he did vow vpon his
knees he would be euen with me : I haue good witnelTe
of this ; therefore I beieech your Maieftie, doe not call
away an honeft man for a Villaines accufation.
King. Vnckle,what fliall we fay to this in law.'
Humf. This doome,my Lord, if I may iudge :
Let Somerfet be Regent o're the French,
Becaufe in Yorkf this breedes fufpition ;
And let thefe haue a day appointed them
For fingle Combat,in conuenient place.
For he hath witnefle of his feruants malice :
This is the Law, and this Duke Humfreyes doome.
Som. I
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StM. I humbly thanke your Royall Maieftie.
Armorer. And 1 accept the Combat willingly.
Veter. Alas, my Lord, 1 cannot hght ; for Gods fake
pltty my cafe : the fpight of man preuayleth againft me.
0 Lord haue mercy vpon me, I fliall neuer be able to
fight a blow : O Lord my heart.
Humf. Sirrha, or you mult fight, or elfe be hang'd.
King, Away with them to Prifon : and the day of
Combat, fhall be the laft of the next moneth. Come
Sonurjet, wee'le fee thee fent away.
Flourijh. Exeunt.
Enter the hVuch, the two Prießs, and "BulUngiroolfe.
Hume. Come my Mailers, the DuchelTe I tell you ex-
pefls performance of your promifes.
'BuHing. Mailer Hume,v/e are therefore prouided : will
her Ladyfhip behold and heare our Exorcifmes.'
Hume. I, what elfe ? feare you not her courage,
'Bulling. I haue heard her reported to be a Woman of
an inuincible fpirit : but it fhall be conuenient. Mailer
Hume, that you be by her aloft, while wee be bufie be¬
low ; and fo I pray you goe in Gods Name, and leaue vs.
Exit Hume.
Mother Jordan, be you prollrate, and grouell on the
Earth ; John Southwell reade you, and let vs to our worke.
Enter Elianor aloft.
Elianor. Well faid my Mailers, and welcome all : To
this geere,the fooner the better.
Patience,good Lady,Wizards know their times:
Deepe Night, darke Night, the filent of the Night,
The time of Night when Troy was fet on fire.
The time when Screech-owles cry,and Bandogs howle.
And Spirits walke,and Gholls breake vp their Graues;
That time bed fits the worke we haue in hand.
Madame,fit you,and feare not: whom wee rayfe,
Wee will make fad within a hallow'd Verge.
Here doe the Ceremonies belonging, and ma\e the Circle,
Bullinghrool^e or Southwell reades, Coniuro
te, &c. It Thunders and Lightens
terribly : then the Spirit
rifeth.
Spirit. AdJum.
TTitch. A/math, by the eternall God,
Whofe name and power thou tremblell at,
Anfwere that I fhall aske ; for till thou fpeake.
Thou lhalt not paffe from hence.
^irit. Aske what thou wilt ; that I had fayd, and
done.
Bulling. Firll of the King ; What lhati of him be¬
come.'
Spirit. The Duke yet Hues, that Henry lhall depofe :
But him out-liue,and dye a violent death.
"Bulling. What fates await the Duke of SufTolke .'
Spirit. By Water fhall he dye,and take his end.
"Bulling. What fhall befall the Duke of Somerfet ?
Spirit, Let him Ihun Cadles,
Safer fhall he be vpon the fandie Plaines,
Then where Cadles mounted dand.
Haue done, for more I hardly can endure.
Bulling. Difcend to Darknefre,and the burning Lake :
Falfe Fiend auoide.
Thunder and Lightning. Exit Spirit,
Enter the Du^e of Torl^ and the Dul^e of "Buckingham
with their Guard,and breal^ in,
Torhf, Lay hands vpon thefe Traytors,and their trafh :
Beldam 1 thinke we watcht you at an ynch.
What Madame,are you therelthe King & Commonweale
Are deepely indebted for this peece of paines ;
My Lord Proteflor will, I doubt it not.
See you well guerdon'd for thefe good defects.
Elianor. Not hälfe fo bad as thine to Englands King,
Iniurious Duke, that threatefl where's nocaufe.
Buc\_. True Madame,none at alhwhat call you this?
Away with them, let them be clapt vp clofe.
And kept afunder : you Madame fhall with vs.
Stafford take her to thee,
Wee'le fee your Trinkets here all forth-comming.
All away. Exit.
Torlte. Lord Buc/{ingham,me thinks you watcht her well:
A pretty Plot, well chofen to build vpon.
Now pray my Lord,let's fee the Deuils Writ.
What haue we here ? Reades,
The Duky yet Hues, that Henry ffall depofe ;
But him out-Hue, and dye a violent death.
Why this is i\sñ,eAio edEacida Romanos vincerepoffo.
Well, to the refl :
Tell me what fate awaits the Duke of Suffolke ?
By Water fhall he dye, and take his end.
What fhall betide the Duke of Somerfet?
Let him flounne CaRles,
Safer ffall he be vpon the fandie Plaines,
Then where Caflles mounted ßand.
Come, come, my Lords,
Thefe Oracles are hardly attain'd.
And hardly vnderflood.
The King is now in progreffe towards Saint Albones,
With him, the Husband of this louely Lady :
Thither goes thefe Newes,
As fall as Horfe can carry them :
A forry Breakfafl for my Lord Proteftor.
"BuckYoot Grace fhal giue me leaue, my Lord of York,
To be the Polle, in hope of his reward.
Torkf, At your pleafure,ray good Lord.
Who's within there, hoe i
Enter a Seruingman,
Inuite my Lords of Salisbury and Warwick
To fuppe with me to morrow Night. Away.
Exeunt,
Enter the King, Slueene, Proteilor, Cardinall, and
Suffolfe, with Faulkner s hallowing,
Queene. Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke,
I faw not better fport thefe feuen yeeres day :
Vet by your leaue, the Winde was very high.
And ten to one, old loane had not gone out.
King. But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made.
And what a pytch fhe Hew aboue the reft :
To fee how God in all his Creatures workes.
Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high.
Suff. No maruell,and it like your Maieflie,
My Lord Proteflors Hawkes doe towre fo well,
They know their Mailer loues to be aloft.
And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.
Gloß, My Lord,'tis but a bafe ignoble minde,
That mounts no higher then a Bird can fore:
Card, I
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Card. I thought as much, hee would be aboue the
Clouds.
Gloß. I my Lord Cardinal], how thinke you by that?
Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen ?
King. The Treafurie of euerlafting loy.
CtfrS.Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes ¿c Thoughts
Beat on a Crowne, the Treafure of thy Heart,
Pernitlous Protedl:or,dangerous Peere,
That fmooth'iV it fo with King and Common-weale,
Gloß. What, Cardinal] ?
Is your Prieft-hood growne peremptoric f
Tantane animü Cceleßibus ira^ Church-men fo hot?
Good Vnckle hide fuch mallice :
With fuch Holynefle can you doe it ?
Suff. No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes
So good a Quarrel], and fo bad a Peere.
Gloß. As who, my Lord ?
Suff. Why, as you, my Lord,
An*t like your Lordly Lords Prote£lorihip.
Gloß. Why Suffoll^Cy England knowes thine infolence.
Queene. And thy Ambition, G/o/?er.
King. I prythee peace, good Queene,
And whet not on thefe furious Peeres,
For blefled are the Peace-makers on Earth.
Card. Let me be bleíTed for the Peace I make
Again ft this prowd Proteftor with my Sword.
Gloß. Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that.
Card. Marry, when thou dar'ft.
Gloß. Make vp no faflious numbers for the matter.
In thine owne perfon anfwere thy abufe.
Card. I, where thou dar'ft not peepe ;
And if thou dar'ft, this Euening,
On the Eaft fide of the Groue.
King. How now, my Lords ^
Card. Beleeue me, Coufin Gloßer^
Had not your man put vp the Fowle fo fuddenly,
We had had more fport.
Come with thy two-hand Sword.
Gloß. True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd ?
The Eaft fide of the Groue ï
Cardinal), I am with you.
King. Why how now, Vnckle Gloßer}
G/o^.Talking of Hawking; nothing elfe, my Lord.
Now by Gods Mother, Prieft,
He lhaue your Crowne for this,
Or all my Fence /hall fayle.
Card. çdMedke Proteftor fee to't well,prote¿I
your felfe.
King. The Windes grow high,
So doe your Stomacks,Lords:
How irkefome is this Mufick to my heart?
When fuch Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony ?
I pray my Lords let me compound this ftrife.
Enter one crying a Miracle.
Gloß. What meanes this noyfef
Fellow, what Miracle do'ft thou proclayme í
One. A Miracle, a Miracle.
Suffolke. Come to the King, and tell him what Mi¬
racle.
One. Forfooth,a blinde man at Saint Alhonei Shrine,
Within this hälfe houre hath receiu'd his fight,
A man that ne're faw in his life before.
King. Now God be prays'd,that to beleeuing Soules
Giues Light in Darknefle, Comfort in Defpaire.
Enter the Maior of Saint Albones y and hü brethren y
bearing the man betweene ttvo in a Chayre.
Card. Here comes the Townef-men, on Proceflion,
To prefent your Highneife with the man.
King.Gxtzx. is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
Although by his fight his finne be multiplyed.
G/(^. Stand by, my Mafters, bring him neere the King,
His Highnefle pleafure is to talke with him.
Good-fellow, tell vs here the circumftance,
That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
What, haft thou beene long blinde, and now reftor'd ?
Simpe. Borne blinde,and't pleafe your Grace.
fKife. I indeede was he.
Suff. What Woman is this ?
JVife. His Wife, and't like your Wor/hip.
Gloß. Hadft thou been his Mother, thou could'ft haue
better told.
King. Where wert thou borne ^
Simpe. At Barwick in the North, and't like your
Grace.
King. Poore Soule,
Gods^oodnefle hath beene great to thee :
Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed paife,
But ftill remember what the Lord hath done.
Queene. Tell me, good-fellow,
Cam'ft thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
To this holy Shrine í
Simpe. God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner.
In my lleepe,by good Saint Aibon :
Who faid; come;come offer at my Shrine,
And I will helpe thee.
fi^tfe. Moft true,forfooth :
And many time and oft my felfe haue heard a Voyce,
To call him fo.
Card, What,art thou lame?
Simpe. I, God Almightie helpe me.
Suff. How cam'ft thou fo ?
Simpe. A fall off of a Tree.
Pfeife. A Plum-tree, Mafter.
Gloß. How long haft thou beene blinde ?
Simpe. O borne fo, Mafter.
Gloß. What, and would'ft climbe a Tree ?
Simpe. But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
Pfeife. Too true.and bought his climbing very deare.
Gieß. 'Maffe, thou lou'dft Plummes well, that would'ft
venture fo.
Simpe. Alas, good Mafter, my Wife defired feme
Damfons, and made me climbe , with danger of my
Life.
Gloß. A fubtill Knaue,but yet it /hall not ferue:
Let me fee thine Eyes; winck now,nowopen them,
In my opinion, yet thou feeft not well.
Simpe. Yes Mafter, cleare as day, I thanke God and
Saint Albones.
Gloß. Say'ft thou me fo : what Colour is this Cloakc
of?
Simpe. Red Mafter,Red as Blood.
Gloß. Why that's well faid : What Colour is my
Gowne of?
Simpe. Black forfooth,Coale-Black,as let.
King. Why then, thou know'ft what Colour let is
of?
Suff. And yet I thinke,let did he neuer fee.
Gloß. But
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Gloß. But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a
many.
JVife, Neuer before this day, in all his life.
GUß. Tell me Sirrha, what's my Name ?
Simpe. Alas Mafter, I know not.
GUß. What's his Name?
Simpc. 1 know not.
GUß. Nor his?
Simpc. No indeede, Mafter.
GUß. What's thine owne Name ?
Simpc. Saunder Simpcoxe^zná if it pleafe you, Mafter.
GUß. Then Saundery fit there,
The lying'ft Knaue in Chriftendome.
If thou hadft beene borne blinde.
Thou might'ft as well haue knowne all our Names,
As thus to name the feuerall Colours we doe weare.
Sight may diftingui/h of Colours:
But fuddenly to nominate them all,
It is impoftible.
My Lords,Saint Albom here hath done a Miracle:
And would ye not thinke it, Cunning to be great,
That could reftore this Cripple to his Legges againe.
Simpc. O Mafter,that you could?
GUß. My Mafters of Saint AlboneSy
Haue you not Beadles in your Towne,
And Things call'd Whippes?
Maior. Yes, my Lord, if it pleafe your Grace*
GUß. Then fend for one preientiy.
Maior. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither ftraight.
Exit.
GUß. Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by*
Now Sirrha, if you meane to faue your felfe from Whip¬
ping, leape me ouer this Stoole, and runne away.
Simpc. Alas Mafter,! am not able to ftand alone :
You goe about to torture me in valne.
Enter a Beadle trith fVbippes.
GUß. Well Sir, we muft haue you finde your Legges.
Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that iame
Stoole.
beadle. I will, my Lord.
Come on Sirrha,off with your Doublet,quickly.
Simpc* Alas Mafter, what ihall I doe? I am not able to
ftand.
After the Beadle bath hit him once, he leapes ouer
the StooUy and runnes away : and they
follúWyatid cry y A Miracle.
King, O God,feeft thou this,and beareft fo long ?
Slueene. It made me laugh, to fee the Villaine runne.
GUfl. Follow the ICnaue,and take this Drab away.
Urife. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need.
GUß.Ltt the be whipt through eucry Market Towne,
Till they come to Barwick,from whence they came.
Exit.
Card. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day*
Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.
GUß. But you haue done more Miracles then I :
You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye*
Enter Buckingham.
King. What Tidings with our Coufin Buckingham ?
Buck; Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold :
A fort of naughtie perfons,lewdly bent,
Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie
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Of Lady Elianory the Proteéiors Wife,
The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout,
Haue praftis'd dangeroufly againft your State,
Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
Whom we haue apprehended in the Fadt,
Rayfing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground,
Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
And other of your Highnefle Priuie Councell,
As more at large your Grace ihall vnderftand.
Card. And fo my Lord Protedlor, by this meanes
Your Lady is forch-comming,yet at London.
This Newes 1 thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge j
'Tis like,my Lord,you will not keepe your houre.
G/^.Ambitious Church-man,leauc to afflidl my heart:
Sorrow and griefe haue vanquiíht all my powers j
And vanquiftit as I am,l yeeld to thee.
Or to the meaneft Groome.
King. O God, what mifchiefes work the wicked onesf
Heaping confufion on their owne heads thereby.
Queene. QUñeryítt here the Taindture of thy Neft,
And looke thy felfe be faultlefle,thou wert beft.
GUß. Madame,for my felfe,to Heauen I doe appeale.
How I haue lou'd my King,and Common-weale :
And for my Wife, I know not how it ftands.
Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard.
Noble ihee is : but if Ihee haue forgot
Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with fuch,
As like to Pytch,defile Nobilitie 5
I baniih her my Bed, and Companie,
And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame,
That hath dis-honored Gießers honeft Name.
King. Well, for this Night we will repofe vs here :
To morrow toward London, back againe.
To looke into this BufineiTe thorowiy.
And call thefe foule Offenders to their Anfweres^
And poyfe the Caufe in luftice equall Scales,
Whofe Beame ftands fure, whofe rightful caufe preuailes.
Flourißf. Exeunt.
Enter YorkeySalüburyyandWarwick;
Yorke. Now my good Lords of Salisbury & Warwick,
Our fimple Supper ended,giue me leaue,
In this clofe Walke, to fatisfie my felfe.
In crauing your opinion of my Title,
Which is infallible, to Englands Crowne*
Salüb. My Lord,! long to heare it at full.
Warw. Sweet Yorke begin:and if thy clayme be good,
The Neuills are thy Subie<^s to command*
Yorke. Then thus :
Edward the third,my Lords, had feuen Sonnes :
The ^x^yEdward the Black-Prince, Prince of Wales ;
The (tzonáyWilliam of Hatfield ; and the third,
Lionel, of Clarence J next to whom,
Was lohn of Gaunt, the Duke of Lancafter
The fift, was Edmond Langley, Duke of Yorke ;
The fixt, was Thomas of Woodftock, Duke of Glofterj
William of Windfor was the feuenth,and laft*
Edward the Black-Prince dyed before his Father,
And left behinde him RichardyhisoncXy Sonne,
Who after Edward the third's death, raign'd as King,
Till Henry Bullingbrooke, Duke of Lancafter,
The eldeft Sonne and Heire of lohn of Gaunt,
Crown'd by the Name of Henry the fourth,
Seiz'd on the Realme, depos'd the rightfull King,
Sent his poore Queene to France,from whence Ihe came,
And
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And him to Pumfret; where,as all you know,
HarmelefTe R 'uhard was rourchered traiteroufly.
Warw. Father, the Duke hath told the truth ;
Thus got the Houfe of Lancaster the Crowne.
Tor\e. Which now they hold by force,and not by right:
For Ricbard,the firft Sonnes Heire, being dead.
The IlTue of the next Sonne Qiould haue relgn'd.
Salüb, But William of Hatfield dyed without an
Heire.
Yorkf. The third Sonne,Duke of Clarence,
From whofe Line I clayme the Crowne,
Had IlTue Phillip, a Daughter,
Who marryed Edmond Mortimer, Eule of March:
Edmond had IfiTue, Roger, Earle of March ;
Roger had ISSat, Edmond, Anne, mi Elianor.
Salish. This Sdmond,\n the Reigne of BulUngbrooke,
As I haue read, layd clayme vnto the Crowne,
And but for Owen Glendour, had beene King ;
Who kept him in Captiuitie, till he dyed.
But,to the reft.
Tor be. His eldeft Sifter,
My Mother, being Heire vnto the Crowne,
Marryed Richard,E3T\e of Cambridge,
Who was to Edmond Langley,
Edward the thirds fift Sonnes Sonne ;
By her I clayme the Kingdome :
She was Heire to Roger, Earle of March,
Who was the Sonne of Edmond Mortimer,
Who marryed Phillip, fole Daughter
Vnto Lionel, Dolce of Clarence.
So, if the Iflue of the elder Sonne
Succeed before the younger, I am King.
Warw.VHtoX plaine proceedings is more plain then this?
Henry doth clayme the Crowne from lohn of Gaunt,
The fourth Sonne, Yorbe claymes it from the third :
Till Lionels Iftue fay les, his ftiould not reigne.
It fayles not yet, but flouriihes in thee.
And in thy Sonnes, faire flippes of fuch a Stock.
Then Father Salisbury, kneele we together.
And in this priuate Plot be we the firft.
That fliall falute our rightfiill Soueraigne
With honor of his Birth-right to the Crowne.
'Both. Long liue our Soueraigne Richard, Englands
King.
Yorbp. We thanke you Lords :
But I am not your King, till I be Crown'd,
And that my Sword be ftayn'd
With heart-blood of the Houfe of Lancafler ;
And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd.
But with aduice and filent fecrecie.
Doe you as I doe in thefe dangerous dayes,
Winke at the Duke of Suffolkes infolence.
At Beaufords Pride, at Somerjets Ambition,
At Bucbingham,ini all the Crew of them.
Till they haue fnar'd the Shepheard of the Flock,
That vertuous Prince, the good Duke Humfrey;
'Tis that they feeke ; and they, in feeking that.
Shall finde their deaths, if Yorbf Can prophecie.
Salisb. My Lord, breake we oflT; we know your minde
at full.
Warw. My heart afliires me, that the Earle of Warwick
Shall one day make the Dukeof Yorke a King.
Yorbp. And A?««'//, this I doe alTure my felfe,
Richard fliall liue to make the Earle of Warwick
The greateft man in England, but the King.
Exeunt.
Sound Trumpets. Enter the King and State,
with Guard, to banißo the Ducheffe,
King. Stand forth Dame El'ianor Cobham,
QloSlers Wife :
In fight of God, and vs,your guilt is great,
Receiue the Sentence of the Law for finne.
Such as by Gods Booke are adiudg'd to death.
You foure from hence to Prifon, back againe;
From thence, vnto the place of Execution :
The Witch in Smithfield fliall be burnt to aflies.
And you three fliall be ftrangled on the Gallowes.
You Madame, for you are more Nobly borne,
Defpoyled of your Honor in your Life,
Shall,after three dayes open Penance done,
Liue in your Countrey here,in Banilhment,
With Sir lohn Stanly, in the He of Man.
Elianor. Welcome is Banilhment, welcome were my
Death.
Gloß. Elianor,the Law thou feeft hathiudged thee,
I cannot iuftifie whom the Law condemnes:
Mine eyes are full of teares, my heart of griefe.
Ah Humfrey, this dilhonor in thine age.
Will bring thy head with forrow to the ground.
I befeech your Maieftie giue me leaue to goe ;
Sorrow would follace,and mine Age would eafe.
King. Stay f/aBi/rfy, Duke of Glofter,
Ere thou goe, giue vp thy StalTe,
Henry will to himfelfe Protedlor be.
And God fliall be my hope,my ftay,my guide.
And Lanthome to my feete:
And goe in peiee,Humfrey, no lelTe belou'd.
Then when thou wert Proteffor to thy King.
Qupene. I fee no reafon,why a King of yeeres
Should be to be protefied like a Child,
God and King Henry gouerne Englands Reaime :
Giue vpyour Stalle,Sir, and the King hisRealme.
Gloß. My StafFe ? Here, Noble Henry, is my StalFe :
As willingly doe I the fame refigne.
As ere thy Father Henry made it mine;
And euen as willingly at thy feete I leaue it.
As others would ambitioufly receiue it.
Farewell good King: when I am dead,and gone.
May honorable Peace attend thy Throne.
Exit Gloßerx
Queene. Why now is Henry King.and Margaret Queen,
And Humfrey,Dalce of Glofter,fcarce himfelfe.
That beares fo Ihrewd a mayme : two Pulls at once ;
His Lady baniflit,and a Limbe lopt off.
This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it ftand.
Where it beft fits to be,in Henries hand.
¿«¿^Thus droupes this loftie Pyne,& hangs his fprayes.
Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngeft dayes.
Yorbp. Lords, let him goe. Pleafe it your Maieftie,
This is the day appointed for the Combat,
And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,
The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Lifts,
So pleafe your Highneffe to behold the fight.
Queene. I, good my Lord : for purpofely therefore
Left I the Court, to fee this Quarrell try'de.
King. A Gods Name fee the Lyfts and all things fit.
Here let them end it,and God defend the right.
Yorbp. I neuer faw a fellow worfe beftead.
Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant,
The feruant of this Armorer, my Lords.
Enter
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Enter at ene Deere the jirmerer and his Neighbors,drinking
te him Jo much, that hee is drunhe ; and he enters with a
Drumme before him, and his Staffs, with a Sand-bagge
faßened to it : and at the other Deore his Man, with a
Drumme and Sand-hagge,and Prentices drinking to him.
l.Neighher. Here Neighbour Horner,! drinke to you
in a Cup of Sack j and feare not Neighbor,you /hall doe
well enough.
i. Neighbor. And here Neighbour,here's a Cuppe of
Charneco.
^.Neighbor. And here's a Pot of good Double-Beere
Neighbor: drinke,and feare not your Man.
Armorer. Let it come yfaith, and He pledge you all,
and a figge for Peter.
I. Prent. Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not a.
fraid.
Prent. Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Mailer,
Fight for credit of the Prentices.
Peter. I thanke you all:drinke,and pray for me, I pray
you, for I thinke I haue taken my la/l Draught in this
World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne ;
and hPill, thou /halt haue my Hammer; and here 7om,
take all the Money that I haue. O Lord ble/Te me, 1 pray
God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Ma/ler, hee
hath learnt fo much fence already.
Saiisb. Come,leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes.
Sirrha, what's thy Name f
Peter. Peter forfooth.
Saiisb. Peter? what more
Peter. Thumfe.
Saiisb. Thumfe? Then fee thou thumpe thy Ma/ler
well.
Armorer. Ma/lers, I am come hither as it were vpon
my Mans inftigation, to proue him a Knaue,and my felfe
an bone/l man : and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will
take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King,
nor the Queene : and therefore Peter haue at thee with a
downe-right blow.
Difpatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double.
Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants.
They fight, and Peter firii^es him downs.
Armorer. Hold Prier, hold, I confe/Te, I confe/Te Trea-
fon.
Torhf. Take away his Weapon : Fellow thanke God,
and the good Wine in thy Ma/lers way.
"Peter. O God,haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this
prefence ? O Per«r,thou ha/l preuayl'd in right.
King. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our fight.
For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt.
And God in lu/lice hath reueal'd to vs
The truth and innocence of this poore fellow.
Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully.
Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.
Sound a fiourijh. Exeunt.
Enter TOul^e Humfrey and his Men in
Mourning Chaises.
Glofi. Thus fometimes hath the brighte/l day a Cloud :
And after Summer, euermore fucceedes
Barren Winter,with his wrathfull nipping Cold;
So Cares and loyes abound,as Seafons fleet.
Sirs, what's a Clock i
Seru. Tenne,my Lord.
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Glofi. Tenne is the houre that was appointed me.
To watch the comming of my puni/ht Duche/Te :
Vnncath may /hee endure the Flintie Streets,
To treade them with her tender-feeling feet.
Sweet A'f//,ill can thy Noble Minde abrooke
The abieél People, gaaing on thy face.
With enuious Lookes laughing at thy /hame.
That er/l did follow thy prowd Chariot-Wheeles,
When thou did/l ride in triumph through the ilreets.
But foft, I thinke /he comes,and He prepare
My teare-ftayn'd eyes, to fee her Miferies.
Enter the Ducheffe in a white Sheet,and a Taper
burning in her hand, with the Sherife
and Officers.
Seru. So pleale your Grace, wee'le take her from the
Sherife.
Glofier. No, flirre not for your liues, let her paflTe
El'tanor. Come you,my Lord,to lee my open ihamef
Now thou do'ft Penance too. Looke how they gaze,
See how the giddy multitude doe point,
And nodde their heads,and throw their eyes on thee.
Ah ÇlofieryKïàt thee from their hatefull lookes,
And in thy Ciofet pentvp, rue my ihame,
And banne thine Enemies, both mine and thine.
Gloß. Be patient, gentle Neli, forget this griefe.
Eliamr. Ah Gloñer^ teach me to forget my felfe :
For whileft I thinke 1 am thy married Wife,
And thou a Prince, Protedlor of this Landj
Me thinkes I ihould not thus be led along,
Mayl'd vp in fhame, with Papers on my back,
And followed with a Rabble, that reioyce
To fee my teares, and heare my deepe-fet groanes.
The ruthlelTe Flint doth cut my tender feet.
And when I ftart,the enuious people laugh.
And bid me be aduifed how 1 treade.
Ah Humfrey^czji I beare this ihamefull yoake ^
Troweft thou,that ere He looke vpon the World,
Or count them happy, that enioyes the Sunne.^
No: Darke ihall be my Light,and Night my Day,
To thinke vpon my Pompe, ihall be my Hell.
Sometime He fay, I am Duke Humfreyes Wife,
And he a Prince, and Ruler of the Land :
Yet fo he rurd,and fuch a Prince he was.
As he flood by, whilefl I, his forlorne Duchefle,
Was made a wonder,and a pointing flock
To euery idle Rafcall follower.
But be thou milde,and bluih not at my fhame,
Nor flirre at nothing, till the Axe of Death
Hang ouer thee, as fure it Ihortly will.
For Suffoll^e^ht that can doe all in all
With her,that hateth thee and hates vs all,
And Tor^ydinà impious Beaufordyth?it falfe Priefl,
Haue all lymM Bulhes to betray thy Wings,
And flye thou how thou canfl,they'le tangle thee.
But feare not thou, vntill thy foot be fnarM,
Nor neuer feeke preuention of thy foes.
GUß. Ah iW//,forbeare:thou aymeft all awry,
I muft offend, before I be attainted :
And had 1 twentie times fo many foes,
And each of them had twentie times their power.
All thefe could not procure me any fcathe,
So long as I am loyall, true,and crimekffe.
Would'ft haue me refcue thee from this reproach.?
n Why
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130 'The fécond Tart of Henry the Sixt.
Why yet thy fcandall were not wipt away,
But I in danger for the breach of Law.
Thy greateil helpe is quiet,gentle Ne/l:
I pray thee fort thy heart to patience,
Theie few dayes wonder will be quickly worne:
Enter a Herald.
Her. I fummon your Grace to his Maiefties Parliament,
Holden at Bury, the firft of this next Moneth.
Glofl.Pi.T\à my confent neVe ask'd herein before?
This is clofe dealing. Well, I will be there.
My Nellyl take my leaue : and Matter Sherife,
Let not her Penance exceede the Kings CommiiTion.
¿■¿.And't pleafe your Grace, here my CommiiTion ftayes:
And Sir lohn Stanly is appointed now,
To take her with him to the He of Man.
Gloß. Mutt you,Sir protect my Lady here?
Stanly. So am I giuen in charge, may't pleafe your
Grace.
Gloß. Entreat her not the worfe,in that I pray
You vfe her well : the World may laugh againe.
And I may liue to doe you kindneflejif you doe it her.
And fo Sir fere well.
Elianor. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare¬
well Í
Gloß. WitnelTe my teares, I cannot ttay to fpeake.
Exit Gloßer.
Slîanor. Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee.
For none abides with me : my loy, is Death 5
Death, at whofe Name I oft haue beene afear'd,
Becaufe I wiih'd this Worlds eternitie»
Stanleyy \ prethee goe, and take me hence,
I care not whither, for I begge no fauor j
Onely conuey me where thou art commanded.
Stanley. Why,Madame, that is to the He of Man,
There to be vs'd according to your State.
Elianor. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach :
And ihall I then be vs'd reproachfully f
Stanley.lAkt to a Ducheire,and Duke Humfreyes Lady,
According to that State you ihall be vsM.
Elianor^ Sherife farewell,and better then I fare,
Although thou hatt beene Conduft of my ihame.
Sherife. It is my Office, and Madame pardon me.
Elianor. I, I, farewell, thy Office is difcharg'd :
Come StanleyyíEúl we goe ?
Stanley. Madame,your Penance done,
Throw off this Sheet,
And goe we to attyre you for our Journey.
Elianor^ My ihame will not be ihifted with my Sheet:
No,it will hang vpon my richett Robes,
And ihew it felfe, attyre me how I can.
Goe, leade the way, I long to fee my Prifon, Exeunt
Sound a Senet. Enter Kingy ^eene, Cardinall, Suffcl^e^
Tor\e, 'Buckingham, Salùbury, and JVarvoick^,
to the Parliament.
King. I mufe my Lord of Glofter is not come:
'Tis not his wont to be the hindmott man.
What eVe occafion keepes him from vs now.
Queene. Can you not fee? or will ye not obferue
The ftrangeneffe of his alter'd Countenance ?
With what a Maieftie he beares himfeife,
How infolent of late he is become.
How prowd, how peremptorie,and vnlike himfeife.
We know the time fince he was milde and affable.
And if we did but glance a ferre-off Looke,
Immediately he was vpon his Knee,
That all the Court admir'd him for fubmiffion.
But meet him now,and be it in the Morne,
When euery one will giue the time of day,
He knits his Brow,and fhewes an angry Eye,
And paffeth by with ttiffe vnbowed Knee,
Difdaining dutie that to vs belongs.
Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne,
But great men tremble when the Lyon rores.
And Humfrey is no little Man in England.
Firft note, that he is neere you in difcent.
And ihould you falljhe is the next will mount.
Me feemeth then,it is no Pollicie,
Refpedbing what a rancorous minde he beares.
And his aduantage following your deceafe.
That he ihould come about your Royall Perfon,
Or be admitted to your Highneffe Councell.
By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts:
And when he pleafe to make Commotion,
'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
Now'tis the Spring,and Weeds are Ihallow-rooted,
Suffer them now,and they'le o're-grow the Garden,
And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry.
The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord,
Made me colledb thefe dangers in the Duke.
If it be fond,call it a Womans feare :
Which feare, if better Reafons can fupplant,
I will fubfcribe,and fay Iwrong'd the Duke.
My Lord of Suffolke,Buckingham,and Yorke,
Reproue my allegation,if you can,
Or elfe conclude my words effedbuall.
Suff. Well hath your Highneffe feene into this Duke:
And had I firft beene put to fpeake my minde,
I thinke I Ihould haue told your Graces Tale.
The Ducheffe,by his fubornation,
Vpon my Life began her diuellifli pradliies :
Or if he were not priuie to thofe Faults,
Yet by reputing of his high difcent,
As next the King, he was fucceffiue Heire,
And fuch high vaunts of his Nobilitie,
Did inttigate the Bedlam braine-fick Ducheffe,
By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall.
Smooth runnes the Water, where the Brooke is deepc,
And in his fimple fliew he harbours Treafon.
The Fox barkes not, when he would fteale the Lambe. '
No, no,my Soueraigne, is a man
Vnfounded yet,and full of deepe deceit.
Card. Did he not,contrary to forme of Law,
Deuife ftrange deaths,for fmall offences donei
Torke. And did he not,in his Protedborfliip,
Leuie great fummes of Money through the Realme,
For Souldiers pay in France,and neuer fent it i
By meanes whereof,the Townes each day reuolted.
Buck. Tut, thefe are petty faults to faults vnknowne,
Which time will bring to light in fmooth Duke Humfrey.
King. My Lords at once: the care you haue of vs,
To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot,
Is worthy prayfe: but ihall I fpeake my confciencc.
Our Kinfman Gloßer is as innocent,
From meaning Treafon to our Royall Perfon,
As is the fucking Lambe,or harmeleffe Doue:
The Duke is vertuous, milde,and too well giuen,
To dreame on euill,or to worke my downefell.
gw.Ah what's more d.mgerous, then this fond affiance?
Seemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd,
For hee's difpofed as the hatefull Rauen.
Is he a Lambe? his Skinne is furely lent him,
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For hee*s enclinM as is the rauenous Wolues.
Who cannot ileale a fliape,that meanes deceit?
Take heed,my Lord, the welfare of vs all,
Hangs on the cutting ihort that fraudfull man.
Snter Somerjet.
Sont. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne.
Welcome Lord Somerjet: What Newes from
France ?
Sont. That all your Intereft in thofe Territories,
Is vtterly bereft you : all is loft.
King. Cold Newes,Lord Somerjet: but Gods will be
done.
Tor}^. Cold Newes for me: for 1 had hope of France,
As firmely as I hope for fertile England.
Thus are my BloiTomes blafted in the Bud,
And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away :
But I will remedie this geare ere long,
Or fell my Title for a glorious Graue,
Snter Glouceßer.
GUß. All happineíTe vnto my Lord the King:
Pardon,my Liege, that I haue ftayM fo long.
Suff. Nay GloßeryUnovf that thou art come too foone,
VnleiTe thou wert more loyall then thou art:
I doe arreft thee of High Treafon here.
GUß, Well Suffolke, thou lhalt not fee me blufti.
Nor change my Countenance for this Arreft :
A Heart vnrpotted,is not eallly daunted.
The pureft Spring is not fo free from mudde,
As I am cleare from Treafon to my Soueraigne.
Who can accufe me } wherein am I guiltie }
Tori^ed Tis thought, my Lord,
That you tooke Bribes of France,
And being Protcilor, ftay'd the Souldiers pay,
By meanes whereof,his Highnefle hath loft France.
Glofl. Is it but thought fo }
Whatare they that thinke it ?
I neuer robM the Souldiers of their pay.
Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France.
So helpe me God,as I haue watcht the Night,
I,Night by Night, in ftudying good for England.
That Doyt that ere I wrefted from the King,
Or any Groat I hoorded to my vfe,
Be brought againft me at my Tryall day.
No: many a Pound of mine owne proper ftore,
Becaufe I would not taxe the needle Commons,
Haue I dif-purfed to the Garrifons,
And neuer ask'd for reftitutlon.
Card. It ferues you well,my Lord,to fay fo much.
GUß. I fay no more then truth,fo helpe me God.
Tor^. In your Protedborihip, you did deuife
Strange Tortures for Oftendors, neuer heard of.
That England was defam'd by Tyrannie.
G/oy?. Why *iis well known, that whiles I was Protefbor,
Pirrie was all the fault that was in me :
For I Ihould melt at an Offenders teares.
And lowly words were Ranfome for their fault:
Vnleffe it were a bloody Murtherer,
Or foule felonious Theefe,that fieecM poore paiTengers,
I neuer gaue them condigne puniíhment.
Murther indeede, that bloodie finne, I tortur'd
Aboue the Felon,or what Trefpas elfe.
Suff. My Lord,thefe faults are eafie,quickly anfwerM :
But mightier Crimes are lay'd vnto your charge,
Whereof you cannot eafily purge your felfe.
I doe arreft you in his HighneiTe Name,
And here commit you to my Lord Cardinall
To keepe, vntill your further time of Tryall.
King. My Lord of Glofter,'tis my fpeciall hope,
That you will cleare your felfe from all lufpence,
My Confcience tells me you are innocent.
GIoß.A\i gracious Lord,thefe dayes are dangerous:
Vertue is choakt with foule Ambition,
And Charitie chas'd hence by Rancours hand j
Foule Subornation is predominant,
And Equitie exifd your Highneffe Land.
I know, their Complot is to haue my Life :
And if my death might make this Hand happy,
And proue the Period of their Tyrannie,
I would expend it with all willingneffe.
But mine is made the Prologue to their Play:
For thoufands more, that yet fufpedb no perill,
Will not conclude their plotted Tragedle.
Beaufords red fparkiing eyes blab his hearts mallice,
And Suffcllty cloudie Brow his ftormle hate 5
Sharpe Bucljngham vnburthens with his tongue.
The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart :
And dogged that reaches at the Moone,
Whofe ouer-weening Arme I haue pluckt back.
By falfe accufe doth leuell at my Life.
And you, my Soueraigne Lady, with the reft,
Caufelefle haue lay*d difgraces on my head.
And with your beft endeuour haue íbirrM vp
My liefert Liege to be mine Enemie :
I, all of you haue layM your heads together,
My felfe had notice of your Conuenticles,
And all to make away my guiltleíTe Life.
I ihall not want falfe WitneiTe, to condemne me.
Nor ftore of Treafons, to augment my guilt :
The ancient Prouerbe will be well effèdbed,
A StafFe is quickly found to beat a Dogge.
Card. My Liege, his rayling is intollerable.
If thofe that care to keepe your Royall Perfon
From Treafons fecret Knife,and Traytors Rage,
Be thus vpbrayded,chid,and rated at.
And the Offendor graunted fcope of fpeech,
'Twill make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace.
Suff.HzKÏi he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here
With ignominious words,though Ciarkely coucht?
As if ihe had fuborned feme to fweare
Falfe allegations,to o'rethrow his ftate.
Qyi. But I can giue the lofer leaue to chide.
G/^.Farre truer fpoke then meant : I lofe indeede,
Be/hrew the winners, for they play'd me falfe.
And well fuch lofers may haue leaue to fpeake.
Buc)^. Hee'le wreft the fence, and hold vs here all day.
Lord Cardinal),he is your Prifoner.
Sirs,take away the Duke,and guard him fure.
GloB. Ah,thus King Henry throwes away his Crutch,
Before his Legges be firme to beare his Body.
Thus is the Shepheard beaten from thy fide.
And Wolues are gnarling,who ihall gnaw thee firft.
Ah that my feare were falfe, ah that it were 5
For good King ifi«/*y,thy decay I feare. Exit Gießer.
King.My Lords, what to your wifdomes feemeth beft,
Doe, or vndoe, as if our felfe were here.
SJueene. What, will your HighneiTe leaue the Parlia¬
ment ?
King. I Margaret: my heart is drown'd with griefe,
Whofe floud begins to flowe within mine eyesj
My Body round engyrt with miferie :
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For what's more miferable then Diicontent?
Ah Vnckle Humfrey, in thy face I fee
The Map of Honor, Truth,and Loyal tie :
And yet, good Humfrey, is the houre to come.
That ere I prou'd thee falfe.or fear'd thy faith.
What lowring Starre now enuies thy eftate.^
That thefe great Lords,and Margaret ourQueene,
Doe feeke fubuerfion of thy harmeleffe Life.
Thou neuer didft them wrong,nor no man wrong:
And as the Butcher takes away the Calfe,
And binds the \Vretch,and beats it when it ftrayes,
Bearing it to the bloody Slaughter-houfe ;
Euen fo remorfelefle haue they borne him hence :
And as the Damme runnes lowing vp and downe.
Looking the way her harmeleffe young one went.
And can doe naught but wayle her Darlings loffe ;
Euen fo my felfe bewayles good Gloßers cafe
With fad vnhelpefull teares, and with dlmn'd eyes ;
Looke after him, and cannot doe him good :
So mlghtle are his vowed Enemies.
His fortunes I will weepe, and'twlxt each groane.
Say, who's a Traytor.? GloSier he is none. Exit,
Queene, Free Lords :
Cold Snow melts with the Sunnes hot Beames :
Heury,my Lord,is cold in great Affaires,
Too full of foolifli pittle : and Gloßers fhew
Beguiles him,as the mournefull Crocodile
With forrow fnares relenting paffengers ;
Or as the Snake, roll'd in a flowring Banke,
With Ihining checker'd flough doth ffmg a Child,
That for the beautie thinkes it excellent.
Beleeue me Lords, were none more wife then I,
And yet herein I ludge mine owne Wit good ;
This Gloßer fhould be quickly rid the World,
To rid vs from the feare we haue of him.
Qard. That he fhould dye, is worthie pollicle.
But yet we want a Colour for his death :
'Tis meet he be condemn'd by courfe of Law.
Suff. But in my minde, that were no pollicle:
The King will labour ftill to faue his Life,
The Commons haply rife, to faue his Life j
And yet we haue but triuiall argument.
More then miftruft,that Ihewes him worthy death.
Yorlie. So that by this, you would not haue him dye.
Suff. Ah TorXe,no man aliue,fa faine as I.
Yorke. 'Tis Yort^e that hath more reafon for his death.
But my Lord Cardlnall,and you my Lord of Suffolke,
Sayas you thinke,and fpeake It from your Soules:
Wer't not all one, an emptie Eagle were fet.
To guard the Chicken from a hungry Kyte,
As place Duke Humfrey for the Kings Proteffor i
Queerte.So the poore Chicken fhould be fure of death.
Suff. Madame 'tis true : and wer't not madneffe then.
To make the Fox furueyor of the Fold ?
Who being accus'd a craftie Murtherer,
His guilt fhould be but idly pofted ouer,
Becaufe bis purpofe is not executed.
No: let him dye, in that he is a Fox,
By nature prou'd an Enemie to the Flock,
Before his Chaps be ftayn'd with Crlmfon blood.
As Humfrey prou'd by Reafons to my Liege.
And doe not Hand on Quillets how to flay him :
Be It by Gynnes,by Snares, by Subtletie,
Sleeplng,or Waking, 'tis no matter how.
So he be dead ; for that is good deceit.
Which mates him firft,that firft intends deceit.
Slyeene. Thrice Noble SuffoH^e, 'tis refolutely fpoke.
Suff. Not refolute,except fo much were done.
For things are often fpoke, and feldome meant.
But that my heart accordeth with my tongue.
Seeing the deed Is meritorious.
And to preferue my Soueralgne from his Foe,
Say but the word,and I will be his Prleft.
Carif.But I would haue him dead, my Lord of Suffolke,
Ere you can take due Orders for a Prleft :
Say you confent,and cenfure well the deed.
And He prouide his Executioner,
I tender fo the fafefie of my Liege.
Suff. Here is my Hand,the deed is worthy doing.
S}ueene. And fo fay I.
Yorl^e. And I : and now we three haue fpoke it,
It skills not greatly who Impugnes our doome.
Enter a Poße.
î'ç/î.Great Lords, from Ireland am I come amaine.
To fignlfie, that Rebels there are vp.
And put the EnglHhmen vnto the Sword.
Send Succours( Lords)and flop the Rage betime.
Before the Wound doe grow vncurable ;
For being greene, there is great hope of helpe.
Card. A Breach that craues a quick expedient ftoppe.
What counfaile giueyou in this weightie caufe?
YorXf. That Somerfit be fent as Regent thither:
'Tis meet that luckie Ruler be imploy'd,
Witneffe the fortune he hath had In France.
Som. If YorXe, with all his farre-fet pollicle.
Had beene the Regent there,in ftead of me.
He neuer would haue ftay'd In France fo long.
7br:^i.No,not to lofe it all, as thou haft done.
I rather would haue loft my Life betimes.
Then bring a burthen of dis-honour home.
By flaying there fo long,till all were loft.
Shew me one skarre, cbarafler'd on thy Sklnne,
Mens flefh preferu'd fo whole, doe feldome wlnne.
S^u. Nay then, this fparke will proue a raging fire.
If Wind and Fuell be brought, to feed it with :
No more, good Yorke-, fweet Somerfet be ftill.
Thy fortune, YorXe, hadft thou beene Regent there,
Might happily haue prou'd farre worfe then his.
YorXe. What,worfe then naught? nay,then a fhame
take all.
Somerfet. And in the number, thee, that wlfheft
fhame.
Card. My Lord of Yorke, trie what your fortune is:
Th'vnciulll Kernes of Ireland are in Armes,
And temper Clay with blood of Englifhmen.
To Ireland will you leade a Band of men,
Colleiled choycely, from each Countle fome.
And trie your hap againft the Irifhmen i
Yorke. I will,my Lord,fo pleafe his Maleftle.
Suff. Why,our Authoritie is his confent.
And what we doe eftablilh,he confirmes:
Then,Noble Tor/^e, take thou this Taske In hand.
YorXe. I am content: Prouide me Souldlers, Lords,
Whiles I take order for mine owne affaires.
Suff. A charge. Lord Yor^e, that I will fee perform'd.
But now retorne we to the falfe Duke Humfrey.
Card. No more of him : for I will deale with him.
That henceforth he fhall trouble vs no more :
And fo breake off, the day is almoft fpent.
Lord SuffolXf, you and I muft talke of that euent.
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Yor\e. My Lord of Suffolke, within foureteene dayes
At BriHow 1 expeâ my Souldiers,
For there lie fhippe them all for Ireland.
Suff. He fee it truly done, my Lord of Yorke. Exeunt.
Manet Yorke.
Ter/^e.Now Yorkf,or neuer,(leele thy fearfull thoughts,
And change mifdoubt to refolution ;
Be that thou hop'ft to be, or what thou art ;
Religne to death, it is not worth th'enioying: ^
Let pale-fac't feare keepe with the meane-borne man.
And linde no harbor in a Royall heart.
Falter the Spring-time Ihowres,comes thoght on thoght.
And not a thought, but thinkeson Dignitie.
My Brayne,more bufie then the laboring Spider,
Weaues tedious Snares to trap mine Enemies.
Well Nobles, well : 'tis politikely done.
To fend me packing with an Hoaft of men :
I feare me, you but warme the ftarued Snake,
Who cherilht in your breafts, will fting your hearts,
"Twas men I lackr,and you will giue them me j
I take it kindly : yet be well alfur'd.
You put lharpe Weapons in a mad-mans hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nourilh a mightie Band,
I will ftirre vp in England fome black Storme,
Shall blowe ten thoufand Soules to Heauen,or Hell :
And this fell Tempeft lhall not ceafe to rage,
Vntill the Golden Circuit on my Head,
Like to the glorious Sunnes tranfparant Beames,
Doe calme the furie of this mad-bred Flawe.
And for a minifter of my intent,
I haue feduc'd a head-ftrong Kentilhman,
lob« Cade of Alhford,
To make Commotion, as full well he can,
Vnder the Title of lohn CMortimer.
In Ireland haue I feene this ftubborne Cade
Oppofe himfelfe againft a Troupe of Kernes,
And fought fo long, till that his thighes with Darts
Were almoft like a Iharpe-quill'd Porpentine :
And in the end being refcued,I haue feene
Him capre vpright,like a wilde Morifco,
Shaking the bloody Darts, as he his Bells.
Full often,like a lhag-hayr'd craftie Kerne,
Hath he conuerfed with the Enemie,
And vndifcouer'd,come to me againe.
And giuen me notice of their Villanies.
This Deuill here lhall be my fubftitute ;
For that lohn Mortimer, now is dead.
In face,in gate,in fpeech he doth refemble.
By this,I lhall perceiue the Commons minde.
How they aft'efl the Houfe and Clayme of Yor^e.
Say he be taken, rackt, and tortured j
I know, no paine they can inflidf vpon him.
Will make him fay, I mou'd him to thofe Armes.
Say that he thriue,as 'tis great like he will.
Why then from Ireland come I with my ftrength.
And reape the Harueft which that Rafcall fow'd.
For Humfrey ; being dead, as he lhall be.
And Henry put apart î the next for me. Exit.
Snter two or three running ouer the Stage, from the
Murther of Du^e Humfrey.
1. Runne to my Lord of Sulfblke: let him know
We haue difpatcht the Duke,as he commanded.
2. Oh,that it were to doe : what haue we done ?
Didft euer heare a man fo penitent ? Snter Suffolke.
I. Here comes my Lord.
Suff. Now Sirs,haue you difpatcht this thing?
I. I, my good Lord,hee's dead.
Suff. Why that's well faid.Goe,get you to my Houfe,
I will reward you for this venturous deed :
The King and all the Peeresare here at hand.
Haue^ou layd faire the Bed ? Is all things well,
According as I gaue diredlions ?
I. 'Tis,my good Lord.
5«^. Away, be gone. Exeunt.
Sound Trumpets. Enter the King,the Queene,
Cardinal!, Suffolke, Somerfit, with
jdttendants.
King, Goe call our Vnckle to our prefence ftraighf.
Say, we intend to try his Grace to day.
If he be guiltie, as 'tis publiftied.
Suff. He call him prefently,my Noble Lord. Sxit.
King. Lords take your places : and I pray you all
Proceed no ftraiter 'gainft our Vnckle Glojier,
Then from true euidence,of good efteeme.
He be approu'd in praäife culpable.
Sfueene.Gai forbid any Malice Ihould preuayle.
That faultlelTe may condemne a Noble man :
Pray God he may acquit him of fufpition.
King. I thanke thee Nell, thefe wordes content mee
much.
Enter Suffolke.
How now? why look'ft thou pale? why trembleft thou?
Where is our Vnckle? what's the raztter, Suffolke ?
Suff. Dead in his Bed,my Lord: Glofier is dead.
Queene. Marry God forfend.
Carrf.Gods fecret lodgement: I did dreame to Night,
The Duke was dumbe, and could not fpeake a word.
King founds.
Slu. How fares my Lord f Helpe Lords, the King is
dead.
Som. Rere vp his Body,wring him by the Nofe.
Runne,goe,helpe,helpe:Oh Henry ope thine eyes.
Suff. He doth reuiue againe, Madame be patient.
King. Oh Heauenly God.
How fares my gracious Lord?
Suff. Comfort my Soueraigne, gracious Henry com¬
fort.
ATlffg. What, doth my Lord of Suffolke comfort mei
Came he right now to fing a Rauens Note,
Whofe difmall tune bereft my Vitall powres :
And thinkes he, that the chirping of a Wren,
By crying comfort from a hollow breaft.
Can chafe away the firft-conceiued found ?
Hide not thy poyfon with fuch fugred words,
Lay not thy hands on me : forbeare I fay.
Their touch affrights me as a Serpents fting.
Thou balelull Meffenger,out of my light:
Vpon thy eye-balls, murderous Tyrannie
Sits in grim Maieftie,to fright the World.
Looke not vpon me, for thine eyes are wounding ;
Yet doe not goe away : come Bafiliske,
And kill the innocent gazer with thy light :
For in the lhade of death, I lhall finde ioy ;
In life,but double death,now Glofier s dead.
Queene. Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolke thus ?
Although the Duke was enemie to him.
Yet he moft Chriftian-like laments his death :
And for my felfe,Foe as he was to me.
Might liquid teares,or heart-offending groanes.
Or blood-confuming fighes recall his Life ;
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I would be blinde with weeping, ficke with grones,
Locke pale as Prim-rofe with blood-drinking fighes,
And all to haue the Noble Duke aliue.
What know I how the world may deeme of me?
For it is knowne we were but hollow Friends :
It may be iudg^d 1 made the Duke away,
So lhall my name with Slanders tongue be wounded,
And Princes Courts be fill'd with my reproach :
This get I by his death : Aye me vnhappie,
To be a Queene, and CrownM with infamie.
King. Ah woe is me for Glofter, wretched man.
Queen. Be woe for me, more wretched then he Is.
What, Doll thou turne away, and bide thy face ?
I am no loathfome Leaper, looke on me.
Whati Art thou like the Adder waxen deafe?
Be poyfonous too, and kill thy forlorne Queene.
Is all thy comfort Ihut in Gloilers Tombe ?
Why then Dame Elianor was neere thy ioy.
£re¿l his Statue, and worlhip it,
And make my Image but an Ale-houfe figne.
Was I for this nye wrackM vpon the Sea,
And twice by aukward winde from Englands banke
Droue backe againe vnto my Natiue Clime.
What beaded this? but well fore-warning winde
Did feeme to fay, feeke not a Scorpions Nell,
Nor fet no footing on this vnkinde Shore.
What did 1 then ? But curll the gentle gulls,
And he that loosM them forth their Brazen Caues,
And bid them blow towards Englands blelTed Ihore,
Or turne our Sterne vpon a dreadfull Rocke :
Yet .¿ïolus would not be a murtherer.
But left that hatefull office vnto thee.
The pretty vaulting Sea refusM to drowne me,
Knowing that thou wouldll haue me drown'd on ihore
With teares as fait as Sea, through thy vnkindnelTe.
The fplitting Rockes cowr'd in the linking fands,
And would not dalh me with their ragged lides,
Becaufe thy flinty heart more hard then they.
Might in thy Pallace, perilh Elianor.
As farre as I could ken thy Chalky Cliffes,
When from thy Shore, the Tempell beate vs backe,
I Hood vpon the Hatches in the ilorme:
And when the duskie sky, began to rob
My earneft-gaping-fight of thy Lands view,
I tooke a coftly lewell from my necke,
A Hart it was bound in with Diamonds,
And threw it towards thy Land : The Sea receiu^d it,
And fo I wilhM thy body might my Heart :
And euen with this, I loll faire Englands view.
And bid mine eyes be packing with my Heart,
And calTd them blinde and duskie Speflacles,
For loofing ken of Alblonz wilhed Coall.
How often haue I tempted SufFolkes tongue
(The agent of thy foule inconllancie)
To fit and watch me as AJtamué did.
When he to madding Dido would vnfold
His Fathers Adls, commenced in burning Troy.
Am 1 not witcht like her ? Or thou not falfe like him f
Aye me, I can no more : Dye Elinor^
For Henry weepes, that thou doll liue fo long.
Noyje fvithin. Enter ÎVariPic\€y and many
Commons.
JKar. It is reported, mighty Soueraigne,
That good Duke Humfrey Traiteroully is murdred
By SufFolke, and the Cardinall Beaufords meanes :
The Commons like an angry Hiuc of Bees
That want their Leader, fcatter vp and downe.
And care not who they lling in his reuenge.
My felfe haue calm'd their fpleenfiill mutinie,
Vntill they heare the order of his death.
King. That he is dead good Warwick, 'tis too true,
But how he dyed, God knowes, not Henry:
Enter his Chamber, view his breathlefle Corpes,
And comment then vpon his fodaine death.
}Kar. That lhall I do my Liege 5 Stay Salsburie
With the rude multitude, till I returne,
King.O thou that iudgell all things, ftay my thoghts:
My thoughts, that labour to perfwade my foule,
Some violent hands were laid on Humfries life :
If myfufpedl be falfe, forgiue me God,
For judgement onely doth belong to thee :
Faine would I go to chafe his palie lips.
With twenty thoufand kilîes,and to draine
Vpon his face an Ocean of fait teares.
To tell my loue vnto his dumbe deafe trunke,
And with my fingers feele his hand, vnfeeling ;
But all in vaine are thefe meane Obfequies,
'Bed fut forth.
And to furuey his dead and earthy Image ;
What were it but to make my forrow greater í
Wart9. Come hither gracious Soueraigne, view this
body.
King. That is to fee how deepe my graue is made,
For with his foule fled all my worldly folace :
For feeing him, I fee my life in death.
îVar. As furely as my foule intends to liue
With that dread King that tooke our ilate vpon him,
To free vs from his Fathers wrathfull curfe,
I do beleeue that violent hands were laid
Vpon the life of this thrice-famed Duke.
Buf. A dreadfull Oath, fworne with a folemn tongue:
What inllance giues Lord Warwicke for his vow.
War. See how the blood is fetled in his face.
Oft haue I feene a timely-parted Ghoil,
Of a/hy femblance, meager, pale, and bloodlefie,
Being all defcended to the labouring heart.
Who in the Confliil that it holds with death,
Attradls the fame for aydance 'gainft the enemy.
Which with the heart there cooles, and ne're returnetb,
To blufli and beautifie the Cheeke againe.
But fee, his face is blacke, and full of blood:
His eye-balles further out, than when he liued.
Staring full gailiy, like a ilrangled man :
His hayre vprear'd, his noftrils llretcht with (Irugling :
His hands abroad difplay'd, as one that grafpt
And tugg'd for Life, and was by ftrength fubdude.
Looke on the ffieets his halre (you fee) is flicking,
His well proportion'd Beard, made ruffe and rugged,
Like to the Summers Corne by Tempeft lodged :
It cannot be but he was murdred heere,
The leaft of all thefe fignes were probable.
Why Warwicke, who fhould do the D.to death?
My lelfe and Beauford had him in protedllon,
And we I hope fir, are no murtherers.
War. But both of you were vowed D. Humfries foes,
And you (forfooth) had the good Duke to keepe:
Tis like you would not feafl him like a friend,
And 'tis well feene, he found an enemy.
Queen. Than you belike fufpeól thefe Noblemen,
As guilty of Duke Humfries timeleffe death.
War.
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JVanv. Who finds the Heyfer dead,and bleeding freih,
And fees fail-by, a Butcher with an Axe,
But wili fufpedlj'twas he that made the fiaughter?
Who finds the Partridge in the Putcocks Nell,
But may imagine how the Bird was dead,
Although the Kyte foare with vnbloudied Beake?
Euen fo fufpltious is this Tragédie.
Are you the Butcher, iS«^/i^?where's your Knife?
Is Beauford tearm'd a Kyte? where are his Talions?
Suff. I weare no Knife,to /laughter fleeping men,
But here^s a vengefull Sword, rolled with eafe.
That /hall be fcowred in his rancorous heart,
That Danders me with Murthers Crimfon Badge.
Say,if thou dar'il,prowd Lord of Warwick/hire,
That I am faultie in Duke Humfreyes death.
}Vari9, What dares not fVarxt>ic¡{^y if falfe SuffoH^e dare
him ?
Qu. He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit,
Nor ceafe to be an arrogant Controller,
Though Suffoli{e dare him twentie thoufand times.
Warft. Madame be llill : with reuerence may 1 fay,
For euery word you fpeake in his behalfe.
Is Dander to your Royall Dignitie.
Suff. Blunt-witted Lord,ignoble in demeanor,
If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord fo much,
Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed
Some fterne vntutur'd Churle ; and Noble Stock
Was graft with Crab-tree flippe, whofe Fruit thou art,
And neuer of the NeuiU Noble Race.
Warw.^nt that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee,
And I Ihould rob the Deaths-man of his Fee,
Qu^itting thee thereby of ten thoufand Ihames,
And that my Soueraignes pre/ence makes me milde,
I would, falfe murdVous Coward, on thy Knee
Make thee begge pardon for thy paflfed fpeech,
And fay, it was thy Mother that thou meant'll.
That thou thy felfe wall borne in Bailardie 5
And after all this fearefull Homage done,
Giue thee thy hyre,and fend thy Soule to Hell,
Pernicious blood-fucker of Deeping men.
Suff. Thou lhalt be waking, while I Died thy blood,
if from this prefence thou dar'ft goe with me.
Warft.Kviny euen now,or I will drag thee hence:
Vnworthy though thou art. He cope with thee,
And doe fome feruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghoft.
Sxeurtt.
íTmg. What ftronger Breft-plate then a heart vntainted ?
Thrice is he armM,that hath his Quarrell iullj
And he but naked, though lockt vp in Steele,
Whofe Confcience with Iniuftice is corrupted.
noyje mtbin,
Qwene. What noyfe is this ?
Snter SuffalJ^e and Warwid^e^ frith their
Weapons dravtne.
King, Why how now Lords-?
Your wrathfull Weapons drawne.
Here in our prefence ? Dare you be fo bold ?
Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here ?
Suff. The traytVous with the men of Bury,
Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne.
Enter Salùbury.
Salüb. Sirs Hand apart, the King fhall know your
minde.
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Dread Lord, the Commons fend you word by me,
Vnlefle Lord Suffoli^ llraight be done to death.
Or bani/hed felre Englands Territories,
They will by violence teare him from your Pallace,
And torture him with grieuous lingring death.
They fay, by him the good Duke Humfrey dy*de :
They fay,in him they feare your Highne/Te death;
And meere in/linél of Loue and Loyaltie,
Free from a fiubborne oppofite intent,
As being thought to contradiél your liking.
Makes them thus forward in his BaniDiment.
They fay, in care of your moll Royall Perfon,
That if your Highne/Te ihould intend to fleepe,
And charge, that no man ihould diilurbe your reH,
In paine of your diflike, or paine of death ;
Yet notwithftanding fuch a /Irait Edi^,
Were there a Serpent feene,with forked Tongue,
That Dyly glyded towards your Maieftie,
It were but nece/Tarie you were wak't :
Lea/l being fu/Ter*d in that harmefull Dumber,
The mortall Wörme might make the fleepe eternall.
And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, where you will,or no.
From fuch fell Serpents as falfe Suffol^e is ;
With whofe inuenomed and fatall /ling,
Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth.
They fay is ihamefuliy bereft of life.
Commons roithin. An anfwer from the King, my Lord
of Salisbury.
Suff.^Th like the Commons,rude vnpoli/ht Hindes,
Could fend fuch Me/Tage to their Soueraigne :
But you, my Lord,were glad to be imploy'd,
To /hew how queint an Orator you are.
But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne,
Is, that he was the Lord Embaflfador,
Sent from a fort of Tinkers to the King.
Within. An anfwer from the King, or wee will all
breake in.
King. Goe SalisburyySinà tell them all from me,
I thanke them for their tender louing care 5
And had I not beene cited fo by them,
Yet did I purpofe as they doe entreat ;
For fure,my thoughts doe hourely prophecie,
Mifchance vnto my State by Suffol^s meanes.
And therefore by his Maieftie I fweare,
Whofe farre-vnworthie Deputie I am,
He /hall not breathe infeâion in thisayre,
But three dayes longer,on the paine of death.
¿lu. Oh Henry, let me pleade for gentle Suffolke.
ATw^^.Vngentle Queene,to call him gentle SuffolJ^e,
No more I fay : if thou do'ft pleade for him,
Thou wilt but adde encreafe vnto my Wrath.
Had I but fayd, 1 would haue kept my Word ;
But when I fweare,it is irreuocable :
If after three dayes fpace thou here bee'ft found,
On any ground that I am Ruler of.
The World /hall not be Ranfome for thy Life.
Come Wartficl^.^coTnt good Wdrmclie,gQe with mee,
I haue great matters to impart to thee. Exit,
Qu. Mifchance and Sorrow goe along with you,
Hearts Difcontent, and fowre Affli^lion,
Be play-fellowes to keepe you companie:
There's two of you, the Deutll make a third,
And three-fold Vengeance tend vpon your Heps.
Suff. Ceafe, gentle Queene, thefe Execrations,
And let thy Suffolf{e take his heauie leaue.
Queene. Fye
136 The fécond Tart of Henry the Sixt.
Qiuen. Fye Coward woman, and foft harted wretch,
Haft thou not fpirit to curfe thine enemy.
Suf. A plague vpon them : wherefore ihould I curfle
them ?
Would curfes kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone,
I would inuent as bitter fearching termes.
As curft, as harlh, and horrible to heare,
Deliuer'd ftrongly through my fixed teeth,
With full as many fignes of deadly hate.
As leane-fac'd enuy in her loath(bme caue.
My tongue Ihould ftumble in mine earneft words.
Mine eyes Ihould fparkle like the beaten Flint,
Mine haire be fixt an end, as one diftradl :
I, euery ioynt Ihould feeme to curfe and ban.
And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake
Should I not curfe them. Poyfon be their drinke.
Gall, worfe then Gall, the daincieft that they tafte :
Their fweeteft lhade, a groue of Cyprefie Trees :
Their cheefeft Profpeft, murd'ring Bafiliskes:
Their fofteft Touch, as fmart as Lyzards ftings:
Their Muficke, frightfull as the Serpents hifle.
And heading Screech-Owles, make the Confort full.
All the foule terrors in darke feated hell
Enough fweet Suffolke,thou torment'ft thy felfe.
And thefe dread curfes like the Sunne 'galnft glafie.
Or like an ouer-charged Gun, recoile.
And turnes the force of them vpon thy felfe.
Suf. You bad me ban, and will you bid me leaue?
Now by the ground that I am banilh'd from.
Well could I curfe away a Winters night.
Though ftanding naked on a Mountaine top.
Where byting cold would neuer let gralfe grow,
And thinke it but a minute fpent in fport.
Qu. Oh, let me intreat thee ceafe,giue me thy hand,
That I may dew it with my mournfull tea.e, :
Nor let the raine of heauen wet this place.
To walh away my woftill Monuments.
Oh, could this kifife be printed in thy hand.
That thou might'ft thinke vpon thefe by the Seale,
Through whom a thoufand fighes are breath'd for thee.
So get thee gone, that I may know my greefe,
'Tis but furmiz'd, whiles thou art ftanding by.
As one that furfets, thinking on a want :
I will repeale thee, or be well aflur'd,
Aduenrure to be banilhcd my felfe :
And baniftied I am, if but from thee.
Go, fpeake not to me ¡ euen now be gone.
Oh go not yet. Euen thus, two Friends condemn'd.
Embrace, and kiife, and take ten thoufand leaues,
Loather a hundred times to part then dye ;
Yet now farewell, and farewell Life with thee.
Suf. Thus is poore Sufi'olke ten times baniihed.
Once by the King, and three times thrice by thee.
'Tis not the Land I care for, wer't thou thence,
A Wildernefle is populous enough.
So Suffolke had thy heauenly company:
For where thou art, there is the World it felfe,
With euery feuerall pleafure in the World :
And where thou art not, Defolation.
I can no more : Liue thou to ioy thy life ;
My felfe no ioy in nought, but that thou liu'ft.
Snter Vaux,
Queene. Whether goes Vaux fo faft ? What newes I
prethee ?
Vaux. To lignifie vnto his Maiefty,
That Cardinall 'Beauford is at point of death :
For fodainly a greeuous ficknelfe tooke him.
That makes him gaspe, and ftare, and catch the aire,
Blafpheming God, and curling men on earth.
Sometime he talkes, as if Duke Humfries Ghoft
Were by his fide : Sometime, he calles the King,
And whifpers to his pillow, as to him.
The fecrets of his ouer-charged foule.
And I am fent to tell his Maieftie,
That euen now he cries alowd for him.
S¡u. Go tell this heauy Melfage to the King. Exit
Aye me ! What is this World ? What newes are thefe f
But wherefore greeue I at an houres poore lolfe,
Omitting Suffolkes exile, my foules Treafure?
Why onely Suffolke mourne I not for thee
And with the Southerne clouds, contend in teares.'
Theirs for the earths encreafe, mine for my forrowes.
Now get thee hence, the King thou know'ft is comming.
If thou be found by me, thou art but dead.
Suf. If I depart from thee, I cannot liue.
And in thy fight to dye, what were it elfe.
But like a pleafant llumber in thy lap ?
Heere could I breath my foule into the ayre,
As milde and gentle as the Cradle-babe,
Dying with mothers dugge betweene it's lips.
Where from thy fight, I Ihould be raging mad,
And cry out fur thee to clofe vp mine eyes :
To haue thee with thy lippes to ftop my mouth ;
So Ihould'ft thou eyther turne my flying foule.
Or I Ihould breathe it fo into thy body.
And then it liu'd in fweete Elizium.
To dye by thee, were but to dye in ieft,
From thee to dye, were torture more then death :
Oh let me ftay, befall what may befall.
¿lucen. Away : Though parting be a fretfull corofiue,
Ir is applyed to a deathfiill wound.
To France fweet Suffolke : Let me heare from thee :
For wherefoere thou art in this worlds Globe,
He haue an Iris that lhall finde thee out.
Suf. I go.
Qu. And take my heart with thee.
Suf. A lewell lockt into the wofulft Caske,
That euer did containe a thing of worth,
Euen as a fplitted Barke, fo fonder we ;
This way fall I to death.
Slu. This way for me. Exeunt
Enter the King, Salisbury, and Waneicl^e, to the
Cardinal in bed.
King. How fare's my Lord ? Speake 'Beauford to thy
Soueraigne.
Ca. If thou beeft death, He giue thee Englands Treafure,
Enough to purchafe fuch another Ifiand,
So thou wilt let me liue, and feele no paine.
King. Ah, what a figne it is of euill life.
Where death's approach is feene fo terrible.
fVar. Beauford, it is thy Soueraigne fpeakes to thee.
'Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will.
Dy'de he not in his bed? Where Ihould he dye ?
Can I make men liue where they will or no ?
Oh torture me no more, I will confeffe.
Aliue againe? Then Ihew me where he is.
He giue a thoufand pound to locke vpon him.
He hath no eyes, the dull hath blinded them.
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Combe downe his haire ; looke,looke, it Dands vpright,
Like Llme^twigs fet to catch my winged foule :
Giue me fome drinke, and bid the Apothecarie
Bring the ftrong poyfon that I bought of him.
King. Oh thou ecernall mouer of the heauens,
Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch,
Oh beate away the buiie medllng Fiend,
That layes ftrong fiege vnto this wretches foule.
And from his bofome purge this blacke difpaire.
War^ See how the pangs of death do make him grin.
Sal. DIfturbe him not, let him palTe peaceably.
King. Peace to his foule, if Gods good pleafure be.
Lord Card'nall, if thou think'ft on heauens büíTe,
Hold vp thy hand, make fignail of thy hope.
He dies and makes no figne : Oh God forgiue him.
War, So bad a death, argues a monftrous life.
King. Forbeare to iudge, for we are iinners all.
Clofe vp his eyes, and draw the Curtaine clofe,
And let vs all to Meditation. Exeunt.
tAJarum, Fight at Sea. Ordnance goet off.
Enter Lieutenanty SuffolJ^ty and others.
Idea. The gaudy blabbing and remorfefull day,
Is crept into the bofome of the Sea ;
And now loud houting Wolues aroufe the Jades
That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night:
Who with their drowfie, flow, and Hagging wings
Cleape dead-mens graues, and from their mifty lawes.
Breath foule contagious darknefte in the ayre :
Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize,
For whilft our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes,
Heere Ihall they make theit ranfome on the fand.
Or with their blood ftaine this difcoloured ihore.
Maifter, this Prifoner freely giue I thee.
And thou that art his Mate, make boote of this :
The other Walter Wbitmore is thy ftiare.
I. Çent. What is my ranfome Mafter, let me know.
Ma.Pi. thoufand Crownes, or elfe lay down your head
Mate* And fo much ihall you giue, or off goes yours.
hiea. What thinke you much to pay zooo.Crowncs,
And beare the name and port of Gentlemen }
Cut both the Villaines throats, for dy you (hall:
The Hues of thofe which we haue loft in ftght,
Be counter-poys'd with fuch a pettie fumme.
I.Gent. He giue it fir, and therefore fpare my life.
a.Gew/.And fowill I,and write home for it ftraight.
Wbttm. 1 loft mine eye in laying the prize aboord,
And therefore to reuenge it, ihalt thou dye.
And fo ftiould thefe, if I might haue my will.
Lieu. Be not fo raih, take ranfome, let him liue.
Su/. Looke on my George, I am a Gentleman,
Rate me at what thou wilt, thou /halt be payed.
Whit. And fo am I : my name \%Walter Wbitmore.
How now?why ftarts thou? What doth death affright?
Suf. Thy name affrights me, in whofe found is death;
A cunning man did calculate my birth.
And told me that by Water I ftiould dye :
Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded,
Thy name is GualtUry being rightly founded.
Whit. Gualtier or Waltery which it is 1 care not,
Neuer yet did bafe diftionour blurre our name,
But with our fword we wip'd away the blot.
Therefore, when Merchant-like I fell reuenge,
Broke be my fword, my Armes torne and defacM,
And I proclaimM a Coward through the world.
Suf. Stay Whitmorty for thy Prifoner is a Prince,
The Duke of Suffolke, William de la Pole*
Whit. The Duke of Suffolke, muffled vp in ragges?
Suf. I, but thefe ragges are no part of the Duke.
Lieu. But loue was neuer fiaine as thou ihalt be,
Obfcure and lowfie Swaine, King Henries blood.
Suf, The honourable blood of Lancafter
Muft not be ftied by fuch a iaded Groome :
Haft thou not kift thy hand, and held my ftirrop?
Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule,
And thought thee happy when I ihooke my head.
How often haft thou waited at my cup,
Fed from my Trencher, kneePd downe at the boord.
When I haue feafted with Queene Margaret ?
Remember it, and let it make thee Creft-falne,
I, and alay this thy abortiue Pride :
How in our voyding Lobby haft thou ftood,
And duly wayted for my comming forth ?
This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe.
And therefore ftiall it charme thy riotous tongue.
Whit. Speak Captaine, ftiall I ftab the forlorn Swain.
Lieu. Firft let my words ftab him,as he hath me.
Suf. Bafe flaue, thy words are blunt, and fo art thou.
Lieu. Conuey him hence,and on our long boats fide,
Strike off his head. Suf.Thon darift not for thy owne.
Lieu. PooUy Sir Poole} Lord,
I kennell, puddle, finke, whofe filth and dirt
Troubles the filuer Spring, where England drinkes:
Now will I dam vp this chy yawning mouth,
For fwallowing the Treafure of the Realme.
Thy lips that kift the Queene, ftiall fweepe the ground :
And thou that fmilMft at good Duke Humfries death,
Againft the fenfeleffe windes ihall grin in vaine,
Who in contempt Ihall hifle at thee againe.
And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
For daring to affye a mighty Lord
Vnto the daughter of a worthlefte King,
Hauing neyther Subieif, Wealth, nor Diadem :
By diuellifti policy art thou growne great.
And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg^d.
With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart.
By thee Anion and Maine were fold to France.
The falfe reuoiting Normans thorough thee,
Dildaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie
Hath ftaine their Gouernors, furprizM our Forts,
And fent the ragged Souldiers wounded home.
The Princely Warwkke, and the Neuils all,
Whofe dreadfiill fwords were neuer drawne in vaine,
As hating thee, and rifing vp in armes .
And now the Houfe of Yorke thruft from the Crowne,
By ftiamefull murther of a guiltlefle King,
And lofty proud incroaching tyranny,
Burnes with reuenging fire, whofe hopefull colours
Aduance our haife-fac'd Sunne, ftriuing to Ihine 5
Vnder the jvhich is writ, Lu'itts nuhibus.
The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes.
And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie,
Is crept into the Pallace of our King,
And all by thee : away, conuey him hence.
Suf. O that I were a God, to ftioot forth Thunder
Vpon thefe paltry,feruile,abie£I Drudges:
Small things make bafe men proud, l his Villaine heere,
Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more
Then ^arguluá the ftrong Illyrian Pyrafe.
Drones fucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee-hiues:
It is impoftible that I ftiould dye
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13 8 The fécond Tart of Henry the Sixt.
By fuch a lowly VaíTall as thy felfe.
Thy words moue Rage, and not remorfe in me ;
I go of MeiTage from the Q^eene to France :
I charge thee waft me fafcly cro/Te the Channel!,
Lieu, Water: W. Come Suffolke, I muft waft thee
to thy death.
Suf. Pine gelidu¿ fmor occupât artu¿^ it is thee I feare.
JVal.T\\o\x /halt haue caufe to feare before I leaue thee.
What, are ye danted now? Now will ye ftoope.
I.Gent. My gracious Lord intreat him, fpeak him fair.
Suf. SufFolkes Imperiall tongue is fterne and rough:
Vs'd to command, vntaught to plcade for fauour,
Farre be it, we ihould honor fuch as thefe
With humóle fuite: no, rather let my head
Stoope to the blocke, then thefe knees bow to any,
Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King :
And fooner dance vpon a bloody pole,
Then Hand vncouerM to the Vulgar Groome.
True Nobility, is exempt from feare ;
More can I bcare, then you dare execute.
Lieu. Hale him away, and let him talke no more :
Come Souldiers, ihew 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 flaue
Murder'd fweet Tully. Brutm Baflard hand
Stab'd luim Cafar. Sauage Iflanders
Pompey the Great, and Suffoil^e dyes by Pyrats.
£xit IVater rvith SuffoH^e.
Lieu. And as for thefe whofe ranfome we haue fet,
It is our pleafure one of them depart :
Therefore come you with vs, and let him go.
Exit Lieutenanty and the reß.
(fATanet the firfl Gent. Enter Walter roith the body.
ÎVal. There let his head, and liuelefle bodie lye,
Vntill the Queene his Miftris bury it. Exit tValter,
I.Gent. Ü barbarous and bloudy fpeâacle.
His body will I beare vnto the King ;
if he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends,
So will the Queene, that lining, held him deere.
Enter ^eutSy and lohn Holland.
Beuii. Come and get thee a fword, though made of a
Lath, they haue bene vp thefe two dayes.
Hoi. They haue the more neede to fleepe now then.
Beuù. I tell thee, lacl^e Cade the Cloathier, meanes to
drefle the Common-wealth and turne it, and fet a new
nap vpon it.
Hoi, So he had need, for 'tis thred-bare. Well, I fay,
it was neuer merrie world in England, fince Gentlemen
came vp.
Beuü. O miferabîe Age : Vertue is not regarded in
Handy-crafts men.
Hoi. The Nobilitie thinkc fcorne to goe dn Leather
Aprons.
Beuü. Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good
Workemen.
Hoi. True : and yet it is faid, Labour in thy Vocati¬
on : which is as much to fay, as let the Magiftrates be la¬
bouring men, and therefore ihould we be Magiftrates.
Beuü. Thou haft hit it : for there's no better figne of a
braue minde, then a hard hand.
Hol. I fee them, I fee them : There's 'Beßs Sonne, the
Tanner of Wingham.
'Eeuü. Hee fliall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to
make Dogges Leather of.
Hoi. And Dicke the Butcher.
'Beuü. Then is fin ftrucke downe like an Oxe, and ini¬
quities throate cut like a Calfe.
Hoi. And Smith the Weauer,
Beu. Argo, their thred of life is fpun.
Hoi. Come, come, let's fall in with them.
Drumtne. Enter Cade y Dielte Butchery Smith the îVeauery
and a Savpyery -with infinite numbers.
Cade. Wee John Cadey fo tearm'd of our fuppofed Fa¬
ther.
But. Or rather of ftealing a Cade of Herrings.
Cade. For our enemies fliall faile before vs, infpired
with the fpirit of putting down Kings and Princes. Com¬
mand filence.
But. Silence.
Cade. My Father was a Mortimer.
But. He was an honeft man, and a good Bricklayer.
Qttde. My mother a Plantagenet.
Butch. I knew her well, Ihe was a Midwife»
Cade. My wife defcended of the Lacks.
But, She was indeed a Pedlers daughter,& fold many
Laces.
fVeauer, But now of late, not able to trauell with her
furr'd Packe, flie walhes buckes here at home.
Cade. Therefore am I of an honorable houfe.
But. I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there
was he borne, vnder a hedge : for his Father had neuer a
houfe but the Cage.
Cade. Valiant I am.
Weauer- A muft needs, for beggery is valiant.
Cade. I am able to endure much.
But. No queftion of that : for I haue feene him whipt
three Market dayes together.
Cade. I feare neither fword, nor fire.
Wea. He neede not feare the fword, for his Coate is of
proofe.
But. But me thinks he ihould ftand in feare of fire, be¬
ing burnt i'th hand for ftealing of Sheepe.
Cade. Be braue then, for your Captaine is Braue, and
Vowes Reformation. There fliall be in England, feuen
hälfe peny Loaues fold for a peny : the three hoop'd pot,
fliall haue ten hoopes, and 1 wll make it Fellony to drink
fmall Beere» All the Realme fliall be in Common,and in
Cheapfide fliall my Palfrey go to graflè : and when I am
King, as King I will be.
AIL God faue your Maiefty.
Cade» I thanke you good peopi«. There fliall bee no
mony, all fliall eate and drinke on my Icore, and I will
apparrell them all in one Liuery, that they may agree like
Brothers, and worfliip me their Lord.
But, The firft thing we do, let's kill all the Lawyen.
Cade. Nay, that I meane to do. Is not this a lamenta¬
ble thing, that of the skin of an innocent Lambe ihould
be made Parchment ; that Parchment being icribeld ore,,
fliould vndoe a man. Some fay the Bee ftings, but I fay,
'tis the Bees waxe : for I did but feale once to a thing,and
I was neuer mine owne man fince. How nowi Who's
there ^
Enter a Qlear\e.
Weauer. The Clearke of Chartam : hee can write and
reade, and caft accompt.
Cade. O monftrous.
Wea. We tooke him fetting of boyes Copies.
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The fécond Tart of Henry the Sixt. 139
Cade, Here's a VilJaine.
fVea. Ha's a Booke in his pocket with red Letters in't
Qade, Nay then he is a Coniurer.
But. Nay, he can make Obligations, and write Court
hand.
Cade. I am forry for't : The man Is a proper man of
mine Honour : vnleiTe 1 ñnde him guilty,he ihall not die.
Come hither iirrah, I muft examine thee : What is thy
name?
CUar\e. Emanuell.
'But* They vfe to writ it on the top of Letters: 'Twill
go hard with you.
Qade.L^t me alone : Doft thou vfe to write thy name?
Or haft thou a marke to thy felfe, like a honeft plain dea¬
ling man ?
Qlear}^. Sir I thanke God, I haue bin fo well brought
vp, that I can write my name.
All. He hath confeft : away with him : he's a Villaine
and a Traitor.
Cade. Away with him I fay : Hang him with his Pen
and Inke-horne about his necke.
Exit one with the ClearJ^
Enter c^Htchael,
Mich. Where's our Generali?
Cade. Heere I am thou particular fellow.
Mich. Fly, fly,fly. Sir Humfrey Stafford and his brother
arc hard by, with the Kings Forces.
Cade. Stand villaine, ftand, or He fell thee downe : he
ihall be encountred with a man as good as himfelfe. He
is but a Knight, is a?
Mich. No.
Cade. To equall him I will make my felfe a knight pre-
fcntly;Rife vp Sir lohn c^ortimer. Now haue at him.
Snter Sir Humfrey Stafford^ and bis Brother y
rpitb Drum and Soldiers.
Staf. Rebellious Hinds, the filth and fcum of Kent,
Mark'd for the Gallowes: Lay your Weapons downe.
Home to your Cottages : forfake this Groome.
The King is mercifull, if you reuolt.
Bro. But angry, wrathful!, and inclin'd to blood.
If you go forward : therefore yecld, or dye.
Cade. As for thefe filken-coated flaues I paife not.
It is to you good people, that 1 fpeake,
Ouer whom (in time to come) I hope to raigne;
For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne.
Staff. Villaine, thy Father was a Playfterer,
And thou thy felfe a Sheareman, art thou not?
Cade. And Adam was a Gardiner.
Bro. And what of that ?
Cade, Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March,
married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not ?
Staf. I fir.
Cade. By her he had two children at one birth.
Bro. That's falfe.
Cade. I, there's the queftion ; But I fay, 'tis true :
The elder of them being put to nurfe,
Was by a begger-woman ftolne away,
And ignorant of his birth and parentage,
Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age.
His fonne am I, deny it if you can.
But. Nay, 'tis too true, therefore he Ihall be King.
Wea. Sir, he made a Chimney in my Fathers houfe, &
the brickes are aliue at this day to teftifie it : therefore
deny it not.
Staf. And will you credit this bafe Drudges Wördes,
that ipeakes he knowes not what.
^11. I marry will we : therefore get ye gone.
Bro. Tacky Cadcy the D.of York hath taught you this.
Cade. He lyes, for I inuenled it my felfe. Go too Sir¬
rah, tell the King from me, that for his Fathers fake Hen^
ry the fift, (in whofe time, boyes went to Span-counter
for French Crownes) I am content he Ihall raigne,but He
be Proteflor ouer him.
Butcher, And furthermore, wee'l haue the Lord Sayes
head,for felling the Dukedome of Maine.
Cade Anà good reafon : for thereby is England main'd
And faine to go with a ftaffe, but that my puiíTance holds
it vp. Fellow-Kings, I tell you, that that Lord Say hath
gelded the Commonwealth, and made it an Eunuch : ic
more then that, he can fpeake French, and therefore hee is
a Traitor.
Staf. O grofle and miferable ignorance.
Cade. Nay anfwer if you can : The Frenchmen are our
enemies : go too then, I ask but this: Can he that fpeaks
with the tongue of an enemy, be a good Councellour, or
no ?
All. No, no, and therefore wee'l haue his head.
Bro. Well, feeing gentle words will not preuayle,
AiTaile them with the Army of the King.
Staf. Herald away, and throughout euery Towne,
Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade^
That thofe which flye before the battell ends.
May euen in their Wiues and Childrens fight,
Be hang'd vp for example at their doores;
And you that be the Kings Friends follow me. Exit.
Cade. And you that loue the Commons, follow me:
Now Ihew your felues men, 'tis for Liberty.
We will not leaue one Lord, one Gentleman:
Spare none, but fuch as go in clouted fliooen,
For they are thrifty honeft men, and fuch
As would (but that they dare not) take our parts.
But. They are all in order, and march toward vs.
Cade. But then are we in order, when we are moft out
of order. Come, march forward.
Alarums to the fighty wherein both the Staffords areßaine.
Enter Cade and the reß»
Cade. Where's Dicke, the Butcher of Aíhford ?
But. Heere fir.
Cade. They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen, &
thou behaued'ft thy felfe, as if thou hadft beene in thine
owne Slaughter-houfe: Therfore thus will I reward thee,
the Lent ihall bee as long againe as it is , and thou ihalt
haue a Licenfe to kill for a hundred lacking one.
But. I defire no more.
Cade. And to fpeake truth, thou deferu'ft no lefle.
This Monument of the vidfory will I beare, and the bo¬
dies Ihall be dragg'd at my horfe heeles, till I do come to
London, where we will haue the Maiors fword born be¬
fore vs.
But. If we meane to thr»ue,and do good, breake open
the Gaoles, and let out the Prifoners.
Cade. Feare not that I warrant thee. Come,let's march
towards London. Exeunt.
Enter the King with a Supplication^ and the Qi^eene with Suf-
folkys heady the Duke of Buckjnghamy and the
Lord Say.
Queene. Oft haue I heard that greefe foftens the mind,
And
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And makes it fearefull and degenerate,
Thinke therefore on reuenge, and ceafe to weepe.
But who can ceafe to weepe, and looke on this.
Heere may his head lye on my throbbing breft:
But wheie^s the body that I ihould imbrace ?
^uc. What anfwer makes your Grace to the Rebells
Supplication ?
King. He fend fome holy Bi/hop to intreat :
For God forbid, fo many fimple foules
Should periih by the Sword. And I my felfe,
Rather then bloody Warre lhall cut them fliort,
Will parley with lacl^e Cade their Generali.
But ftay, lie read it ouer once againc. *
Ah barbarous villaínes : Hath this louely face,
Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me,
And could it not inforce them to relent,
That were vnworthy to behold the fame.
King^ Lord Say^ lac^e Cade hath fworne to huae thy
head.
Say. I, but I hope your HighneflTe /hall haue his»
King. How now Madam?
Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death?
I feare me (Loue) if that I had beene dead,
Thou would'ft not haue mourn'd fo much for me.
S^u. No my Loue, I ihould not mourne, but dye for
thee.
Enter a Mejfenger,
King. How now? What newes ? Why com'ft thou in
fuch hafte ?
Mef. The Rebels are in Southwatke : Fly my Lord :
IacJ(e Cade proclaimes himfelfe Lord Mortimer,
Defcended from the Duke of Clarence houfe.
And calles your Grace Vfurper, openly,
And vowes to Crowne himfelfe in Weftminfter.
His Army is a ragged multitude
Of Hindes and Pezants, rude and mercilefle :
Sir Humfrey Stafford, and his Brothers death,
Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede :
All Schollers, Lawyers,Courtiers, Gentlemen,
They call falfe Catterpillers, and intend their death.
Kin.Oh gracelefte men: they know not what they do.
Buc\. My gracious Lord, retire to Killlngworth,
Vntill a power be raisM to put them downe.
Qu^. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke nowaliue,
Thele Kenti/h Rebels would be foone appeasM.
King. Lord Say, the Traitors hateth thee,
Therefore away with vs to Killingworth.
Say. So might your Graces perfon be in danger:
The fight of me is odious in their eyes :
And therefore in this Citty will I ííay,
And Hue alone as fecret as I may.
Enter another Meffenger.
Meff. laclte Qade hath gotten London-bridge.
The Citiz ens flye and forfake their hou/es :
The Rafcall people, thirfting after prey,
loyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly fweare
To fpoylc the City, and your Royall Court.
Buc. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horfe.
King. Come Margaret, God our hope will fuccor vs.
¿Ig* My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceaft.
King. Farewell my Lord, truft not the Kenti/h Rebels
Buc. Truft no body for feare you betraid.
Say. The truft I haue, is in mine innocence.
And therefore am I bold and refolute. Exeunt,
Enter Lard Scales vpon the Tcrxer svalking. Then enters
tvoo or three Qitizens helorp.
Scales. How now? Is lac^e Cade ilaine ?
i.C/V, No my Lord, nor likely to be flaine:
For they haue wonne the Bridge,
Killing all thofe that withftand them :
The L. Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower
To defend the City from the Rebels.
Scales. Such ayd as 1 can fpare you /hall command.
But I am troubled heere with them my felfe,
The Rebels haue a/Tay'd to win the Tower.
But get you to Smichfield, and gather head,
And thither I will fend you Matbetv Goffe.
Fight for your King, your Countrey,and your Liues,
And fo farwell, for I muft hence againe. Exeunt
Enter lacl^e Cade and the refl, andßril^es hü
ßaffe Ott Londonßone.
Cade. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City,
And heere fitting vpon London Stone,
I charge and command, that of the Cities coft
The pi/ling Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine
This firft yeare of our raigne.
And now henceforward it ihall beTreafon for any,
That calles me other then Lord Mortimer,
Enter a Soldier running.
Soul. Lacke Cade, Lacke Cade.
Cade, Knocke him downe there. They kjH Itiim.
^ut. If this Fellow be wife, hee'l neuer call yee Lackf
Cade more, I thinke he hath a very faire warning»
Dicke. My Lord, there's an Army gathered together
in Smithfield.
Cade. Come, then let's go light with them :
But firft, go and fet London Bridge on fire,
And if you can, burne downe the Tower too.
Come, let's away. Exeunt omnes.
Alarums. cMatherv Qoffe üßain,and all the reß,
Phen enter Lackf Cade, with hü Company.
Qade. So firs : now go fome and pull down the Sauoy:
Others to'th Innes of Court, downe with them all.
Hut. I haue a fuite vnto your Lord/hip.
Cade. Bee it a Lordihippe, thou /halt haue it for that
word.
^ut. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out
of your mouth.
Lohn. Ma/Te'twill be fore Law then, for he was thruft
in the mouth with a Speare, and 'tis not whole yet.
Smith. Nay Lohn, it wil be /linking Law,for his breath
ftinkes with eating toafted cheefe.
Qade. I haue thought vpon it, it /hall bee fo» Away,
burne all the Records of the Realme, my mouth /hall be
the Parliament of England.
Lohn. Then we are like to haue biting Statutes
Vnlefie his teeth be pull'd out.
Cade. And hence-forward all things /hall be in Com¬
mon. Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say,
which fold the Townes in France. He that made vs pay
one and twenty Fifceenes, and one /hilling to the pound,
the laft Subfidie.
Enter
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Enter George, with the Lord Say.
Cade. Well, hee lhall be beheaded for it ten times !
Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now
art thou within point-blanke of our lurlfdiflion Regall.
What canft thou anfwer to my Maiefty, for giuing vp of
Normandie vnto Mounfieur Bafmecu, the Dolphine of
France ? Be it knowne vnto thee by thefe prefence, euen
the prefence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Beefome
that muft fweepe the Court cleane of fuch filth as thou
art! Thou haft moft traiterouHy corrupted the youth of
the Realme, in erefbing a Grammar Schoole : and where¬
as before, our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the
Score and the Tally, thou haft caufed printing to be vs'd,
and contrary to the King, his Crowne, and Dignity,thou
haft built a Paper-Mill. It will be prooued to thy Face,
that thou haft men about thee, that vfually talke of a
Nowne and a Yerbe, and fuch abhominable wordes, as
no Chriftian eare can endure to heare. Thou haft appoin¬
ted Indices of Peace, to call poore men before them, a-
bout matters they were not able to anfwer. Moreouer,
thou haft put them in prifon, and becaufe they could not
reade, thou haft hang'd them, when (Indeede) onely for
that caufe they haue beene moft worthy to Hue . Thou
doft ride in a foot-cloth,doft thou not?
Say. What of that ?
Cade. Marry, thou ought'ft not to let thy horfe weare
a Cloake, when honefter men then thou go in their Hofe
and Doublets.
Diclfe. And workc in their Ihirt to, as my felfe for ex¬
ample, that am a butcher.
Say, You Vnen of Kent.
Die. What fay you of Kent.
Say. Nothing but this:'Tis bona terra, mala gens.
Cade. Away with him, away with him, he fpeaks La-
tine.
Say. Heare me but fpeake, and beare mee wher'e you
will :
Kent, in the Commentaries Ceejar writ.
Is term'd the ciucl'ft place of all this Ifte :
Sweet is the Country, becaufe full of Riches,
The People Liberall, Valiant, Aibiue, Wealthy,
Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty.
I fold not oMaine, I loft not Normandie,
Yet to recouer them would loofe my life :
luftice with fauour haue I alwayes done,
Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me. Gifts could neuer.
When haue I ought exafled at your hands?
Kent to maintalne, the King, the Realme and you,
Large gifts haue I beftow'd on learned Clearkes,
Becaufe my Booke preferr'd me to the King.
And feeing Ignorance is the curfe of God,
Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen.
Vnleife you be pofleft with diuellilh fpirits.
You cannot but forbeare to murther me :
This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings
For your behoote.
Cade. Tut, when ftruck'ft thou one blow In the field ?
Say. Great men haue reaching hands:oft haue I ftruck
Thofe that I neuer faw,and ftrucke them dead.
Qeo, O monftrous Coward! What, to come behinde
Folkes ?
Say.Thefe cheekes are pale for watching for your good
Cade. Giue him a box o'th'eare, and that wil make 'era
red againe.
Say. Long fitting to determine poore mens caufes.
Hath made me full of fickneife and difeafes.
Cade. Ye lhall haue a hempen Candle then,& the help
of hatchet.
Diche. Why doft thou quiuer man ?
Say. The Palfie, and not feare prouokes me.
Cade. Nay, he noddes at vs, as who Ihould fay. He be
euen with you. He fee if his head will ftand fteddier on
a pole, or no : Take him away, and behead him.
Say. Tell me : wherein haue 1 offended moft?
Haue I affedled wealth, or honor ? Speake.
.^re my Chefts fill'd vp with extorted Gold?
Is my Apparrell fumptuous to behold ?
Whom haue I iniur'd, that ye feeke my death ?
Thefe hands are free from guiltlefte bloodlhedding.
This breaft from harbouring foule deceitfull thoughts.
O let me liue.
Cade. I feele remorfe in my felfe with his words : but
He bridle it : he lhall dye, and it bee but for pleading fo
well for his life. Away with him, he ha's a Familiar vn-
der his Tongue, he fpeakes not a Gods name. Goe, take
him away 1 fay, and ftrike off his head prefently,and then
breake into his Sonne in Lawes houfe. Sir lames Cromer,
and ftrike off his head, and bring them both vppon two
poles hither.
aill. It lhall be done.
&y.Ah Countrimen : If when you make your prair's,
God fhould be fo obdurate as your felues :
How would it fare with your departed foules,
And therefore yet relent, and faue my life.
Cade. Away with him, and do as I command ye : the
proudeft Peere in the Realme, lhall not wearÉ a head on
his Ihoulders, vnleife he pay me tribute : there lhall not
a maid be married, but Ihe lhall pay to me her Mayden-
head ere they haue it : Men lhall hold of mee in Capite.
And we charge and command, that their wiues be as free
as heart can wilh, or tongue can tell.
Dielte. My Lord,
When lhall we go to Cheapfide, and take vp commodi¬
ties vpon our billes ?
Cade. Marry prefently.
All. O braue.
Enter one mth the heads.
Cade. But is not this brauer ¡
Let them kilfe one another : For they lou'd well
When they were aliue. Now part them againe,
Leaft they confult about the giuing vp
Of fome more Townesin France. Soldiers,
Deferre the fpoile of the Citievntill night:
For with thefe borne before vs,in fteed of Maces,
Will we ride through the ftreets,& at euery Corner
Haue them kilfe. Away. Exit
.Alarum, and Retreat. Enter againe Cade,
and all hit rahhlement.
Cade. Vp Filh-ftreete, downe Saint Magnes corner,
kill and knocke downe, throw them into Thames :
Sound a parley.
What noile is this I heare ?
Dare any be fo bold to found Retreat or Parley
When I command them kill?
o Enter
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142
Thefécond Tart ofHenry the Sixt.
Enter Buckingham., and old Clifford.
^uc, I heere they be, that dare and will dlfturb thee ;
Know Cadfy we come AmbaiTadors from the King
Vnto the Commons,whom thou haft milled,
And heere pronounce free pardon to them all,
That will forfake thee, and go home in peace.
Clif. What fay ye Countrimen, will ye relent
And yeeld to mercy, whirft 'tis offered you,
Or let a rabble leade you to your deaths.
Who loues the King, and will imbrace his pardon.
Fling vp his cap,and fay,God faue his Maiefty.
Who hateth him, and honors not his Father,
Henry the fife, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at vs, and palTe by^
tAll. God faue the King, God faue the King.
CíZí/e.What Buckingham and Clifford are ye fo braue?
And you bafe Pezants, do ye beleeue him, will you needs
be hang'd with your Pardons about your neckesf Hath
my fword therefore broke through London gates, that
you Ihould leaue me at the White-heart in Southwarke»
1 thought ye would neuer haue giuen out thefe Armes til
you had recouered your ancient Fteedome. But you are
all Recreants and Daftards, and delight to Hue in flauerie
to the Nobility. Let them breake your backes with bur¬
thens, take your houfes ouer your heads, rauiih your
Wiues and Daughters before your faces. For me, 1 will
make Ihifc for one, and fo Gods Curfle light vppon you
all.
udll. Wee'l follow Cade^
Wee'l follow Cade.
Clf Is Qade the fonne of Uenry the fift,
That thus you do exclaime you'l go with him.
Will he conduit you through the heart of France,
And make the meaneft of you Farlesand Dukes f
Alas, he hath no home, no place to flye too :
Nor knowes he how to liue, but by the fpoile,
Vnleffe by robbing of your Friends, and vs.
Wer't not a ftiame, that whilft you liue at iarre.
The fearfull French, whom you late vanquilhed
Should make a ftart ore-feas, and vanqui/h you?
Me thinkes aireadle in this ciuill broyle,
I fee them Lording it in London ftreets,
Crying Uiliiago vnto all they meete.
Better ten thoufand bafe-borne Cades mifcarry,
Then you fhould ftoope vnto a Frenchmans mercy.
To France, to France, and get what you haue loft:
Spare England, for it is your Natiue Coaft:
Henry hath mony, you are ftrong and manly :
God on our fide, doubt not of Viiborie.
All. A Clifford, a Clifford,
WeeM follow the King,and Clifford.
Cade. Was euer Feather fo lightly blowne too & fro,
as this multitude ? The name of Henry the fift, hales them
to an hundred mifchiefes, and makes them leaue mee de-
folate. I fee them lay their heades together to furprize
me. My fword make way for me, for heere is no ftaying:
in defpight of the diuels and hell, haue through the verie
middeft of you, and heauens and honor be witneffe, that
no want of refolution in mee, but onely my Followers
bafe and ignominious treafons, makes me betake mee to
my heeles. Exit
Tduck. What, is he fled? Go fome and follow him,
And he that brings his head vnto the King,
Shall haue a thoufand Crownes for his reward.
Exeunt Jome of them.
Follow me fouldiers, wee'l deuife a meane.
To reconcile you all vnto the King. Exeunt omnes.
Sound Trumpets. Enter King^QueenCyand
Somerjet on the Tar ras.
King. Was euer King that ioy'd an earthly Throne,
And could command no more content then I?
No fooner was I crept out of my Cradle,
But I was made a King,at nine months olde.
Was neuer Subieét long'd to be a King,
As I do long and wiih to be a Subiefl.
Enter BucJtjngham and Qlifford.
Sue. Health and glad tydings to your Maiefty.
Kin. Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade furpris'd?
Or is he but retir'd to make him ftrong?
Enter Multitudes rvith Halters about their
Neckes.
Clif. He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld,
And humbly thus with halters on their neckes,
Expe<ft your Highnefle doome of life,or death.
King. Then heauen fet ope thy euerlafting gates.
To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praife.
Souldiers, this day haue you redeemed your liues,
And Ihew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey;
Continue ftill in this fo good a minde.
And Henry though he be infortunate,
Aifure your felues will neuer be vnkinde ;
And fo with thankes, and pardon to you all,*
1 do difmiffe you to your feuerall Countries.
tAll, God faue the King, God faue the King.
Enter a Meffenger.
MeJ, Pleafe it your Grace to be aduertifed.
The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland,
And with a puiffant and a mighty power '
Of Gallow-glaffes and ftout Kernes,
Is marching hitherward in proud array.
And ftill proclaimeth as he comes along,
His Armes are onely to remoue from thee
The Duke of Somerfet,whom he tearmes a Traitor.
Kintr. Thus ftands my ftate, *twixt Cade and Yorke
diftreft,
Like to a Ship, that hauing fcap'd a Tempeft,
Is ftraight way calme, and boorded with a Pyrate.
But now is Cade driuen backe, his men difpierc'd.
And now is Yorke in Armes, to fécond him.
I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him,
And aske him what's the reafon of thefe Armes :
Tell him, lie fend Duke Edmund to the Tower,
And Somerjet we will commit thee thither,
Vntill his Army be difmift from him.
Somerjet. My Lord,
lie yeelde my felfe to prifon willingly.
Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good.
King. In any cafe, be not to rough in termes.
For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Language.
Buc. I will my Lord, and doubt not fo to deale.
As all things ihall redound vnto your good.
King. Come wife, let's in,and learne to gouern better,
For yet may England curfe my wretched raigne.
Flourijh. Exeunt.
Enter
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Enter Cade,
Qade, Fye on Ambitions : fie on my felfe, that haue a
fword, and yet am ready to famiih. Thefe fiue dales haue
I hid me in thefe Woods, and dürft not peepe out, for all
the Country is laid for me : but now am I fo hungry, that
if I might haue a Leafe of my life for a thoufand yeares, I
could ftay no longer. Wherefore on a Briclce wall haue
I climbM into this Garden, to fee if I can eate Grafle, or
picice a Sallet another while, which is not amifte to coole
a mans ftomacke this hot weather : and 1 think this word
Sallet was borne to do me good : fur many a time but for
a Sallet, my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill,*
and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely mar¬
ching, it hath feruM me infteede of a quart pot to drinke
in : and now the word Sallet muft ferue me to feed on.
Enter Iden.
Iden. Lord, who would liue turmoyled in the Court,
And may enioy fuch quiet walkes as thefe?
This fmall inheritance my Father left me,
Contenteth me, and worth a Monarchy.
1 feeke not to waxe great by others warning,
Or gather wealth 1 care not with whatenuy :
Su/ficeth, that I haue maintaines my ftate.
And fends the poore well pleafed from my gate.
Cade, Heere's the Lord of the foile come to feize me
for a ftray, for entering his Fee-fimple without leaue. A
Villaine, thou wilt betray me, and get a 1000. Crownes
of the King by carrying my head to him, but lie make
thee eate Iron like an Oftridge, and fwallow my Sword
like a great pin ere thou and I part.
îâen. Why rude Companion, whatfoere thou be,
1 know thee not, why then ihould 1 betray thee?
Is*t not enough to breake into my Garden,
And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds :
Climbing my walles infpight of me the Owner,
But thou wilt braue me with thefe fawcie termes ?
Cade, Braue thee ? I by the beft blood that euer was
broached, and beard thee to. Looke on mee well, I haue
cate no meate thefe fiue dayes, yet come thou and thy
fiue men, and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore
naile, I pray God I may neuer eate gralfe more.
Iden, Nay, it ihall nere be faid, while England ftands,
That ^Alexander Iden an Efquire of Kent,
Tooke oddes to combate a poore famlftit man.
Oppofe thy ftedfaft gazing eyes to mine,
See if thou canft out-face me with thy lookes:
Set limbe to limbe, and thou art farre the lefier :
Thy hand is but a finger to my fift,
Thy legge a fticke compared with this Truncheon,
My foote lhall fight with all the ftrength thou haft,
And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre,
Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth :
As for words, whofe greatneíTe anlwer's words.
Let this my fword report what fpeech forbeares.
Cade, By my Valour : the moft complcate Champi¬
on that euer I heard. Steele, if thou turne the edge, or
cut not out the burly bonM Clowne in chines of Beefe,
ere thou fleepe in thy Sheath, I befeech loue on my knees
thou mayft be turned to Hobnailes.
Heere they Fight.
0 I am ilaine, Famine and no other hath ilaine me, let ten
thoufand diuelles come againft me, and giue me but the
ten meales 1 haue loft, and Tde defie them all. Wither
Garden, and be henceforth a burying place to all that do
dwell in this houfe, becaufe the vnconquered foule of
Cade is fled.
Iden. Is't Cade that I haue ilain,that monftrous traitor?
Sword, I will hallow thee for this thy deede.
And hang thee o're my Tombe, when I am dead#
NeVe fhall this blood be wiped from thy point.
But thou ihalt weare it as a Heralds coate,
To emblaze the Honor that thy Marter got.
Qade. Iden farewell, and be proud of thy vi£Iory: Tell
Kent from me, ihe hath loft her beft man, and exhort all
the World to be Cowards : For I that neuer feared any,
am vanquifhed by Famine, not by Valour. Dyes,
Id.Hovf much ahou wrong'ft me, heauen be my iudge ;
Die damned Wretch, the curfe of her that bare thee:
And as I thruft thy body in with my fword,
So wiih I, I might thruíí thy foule to hell.
Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles
Vnto a dunghill, which fhall be thy graue,
And there cut off thy moft vngracious head,
Which I will beare in triumph to the King,
Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon. Exit,
Enter TorJ^e^ and hü tArmy of Irifloy rrhh
Drum and Colours.
Tbr.From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right,
And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head#
Ring Belles alowd, burne Bonfires cleare and bright
To entertaine great Englands lawfull King.
Ah Sandia Maießasl who would not buy thee deere?
Let them obey, thatknowes not how to Rule.
This hand was made to handle nought but Gold.
1 cannot giue due a£Iion to my words.
Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it,
A Scepter fhall it haue, haue 1 a foule,
On which lie tolTe the Fleure-de-Luce of France#
Enter Buc^jngbam.
Whom haue we heere ? Buckingham to difhirbe me ?
The king hath fent him fure : 1 muft diffemble.
^uc. Yorke,if thou meaneft wel, I greet thee well.
Tor. Humfrey of Buckingham, I accept thy greeting.
Art thou a Meffenger, or come of pieafure.
'Buc. A Meffenger from Henry^ our dread Liege,
To know the reafon of thefe Armes in peace.
Or why, thou being a Subledl, as I am,
Againft thy Oath,and true Allégeance fworne,
Should raife fo great a power without his leaue ?
Or dare to bring ihy Force fo neere the Court i
Tor, Scarfe can I fpcake, my Choller is fo great.
Oh I could hew vp Rockes, and fight with Flint,
I am fo angry at thefe abie£t tearmes.
And now like Aiax Telamomué^
On Sheepe or Oxen could I fpend my furie.
I am farre better borne then is the king :
More like a King, more Kingly in my thoughts.
But I muft make faire weather yet a while,
Till Henry be more weake,and I more ftrong.
Buckingham, 1 prethee pardon me,
That 1 haue giuen no anfwer all this while:
My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly,
The caufe why I haue brought this Armie hither,
o a Is
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Thefécond 'Part of Henry the Sixt.
Is to remoue proud Somerfet from the King,
Seditious to his Grace, and to the State.
^uc. That is too much prefumption on thy part ;
But if thy Armes be to no other end,
The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand ;
The Duke of Somerfet is in the Tower.
Torl^, Vpon thine Honor is he Prifoner?
Buc^. Vpon mine Honor he is Prifoner.
Tbr^e. Then Buckingham I do difmiíTe my Powrea«
Souldiers, I thanke you all : difperfe your feiues :
Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field,
You ihall haue pay, and euery thing you wilh.
And let my Soueraigne, vertuous Henry^
Command my eldeft fonne, nay all my fonnes,
As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue,
lie fend them all as willing as I liue :
Lands, Goods, Horfe, Armor, any thing I haue
Is his to vfe, fo Somerfet may die.
Buc. Yorke, I commend this kinde fubmiflion,
We twaine will go into his Highnefle Tent.
1 Enter King and Attendants.
King, Buckingham, doth Yorke intend no harme to vs
That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme?
T'orne. In all fubmilTion and humility,
Yorke doth prefent himfelfe vnto your HighneiTe.
K. Then what intends thefe Forces thou doft bring ?
Tor, To heaue the Traitor Somerfet from hence.
And hght againil that monllrous Rebell Cade^
Who fince 1 heard to be difcomfited.
Enter Iden xvith Cades bead.
Iden. If one fo rude, and of fo meane condition
May paiTe into the prefence of a King :
Loe, 1 prefent your Grace a Traitors head,
The head of Cade, whom I in combat flew.
Kjng,T\\Q head oí Cade^GtezX. God,how iuft art thou?
Oh Jet me view his Vifage being dead,
That liuing wrought me fuch exceeding trouble.
Tell me my Friend, art thou the man that flew him ?
Iden. 1 was, an*t like your Maiefty.
King. How art rhou call'd? And what is thy degree ?
Iden. Alexander Iden^ that's my name,
I A poore Efquire of Kent, that loues his King.
Buc, So pleafe it you my Lord,'twere not amilTe
I He were created Knight for his good feruice.
King. We», kneeledowne, rife vp a Knight:
We giue thee for reward a thouiand Markes,
And will, that thou henceforth attend on vs.
Iden. May Iden liue to merit fuch a bouade,
I And neuer liue but true vnto his Liege.
! Enter Queene and Somerfet.
K.See Buckingham, Somerfet comes with th'Queene,
Go bid her hide him quickly from the Duke.
Qu. For thoufand Yorkes he fliall not hide his head,
But boldly (land, and front him to his face.
Tor. How now^ is Somerfet at liberde ?
Then Yorke vnloofe thy long imprifoned thoughts.
And let thy tongue be equall with thy heart.
I Shall 1 endure the fight of Somerfet?
I Falfe King, why haft thou broken faith with me,
I Knowing how hardly I can brocke abufe?
I King did I call thee? No: thou art not King;
I Not fit to gouerne and rule multitudes,
I Which dar'ft not, no nor canft not rule a Traitor.
That Head of thine doth not become a Crowne ;
Thy Hand is made to graspe a Palmers ftaffe,
■ And not to grace an awefull Princely Scepter.
That Gold, muft round engirt thefe browes of mine,
Whofe Smile and Frowne, like to Achilles Speare
Is able with the change, to kill and cure.
Heere is a hand to hold a Scepter vp,
And with the fame to aâe controlling Lawes :
Giue place : by heauen thou (halt rule no more
O're him, whom heauen created for thy Ruler.
Som. Ü monftrous Traitor ! 1 arreft thee Yorke
Of Capitall Treafon'gainft the King and Crowne :
Obey audacious Traitor, kneele for Grace.
Tork. Wold'ft haue me kntele?Firft let me ask of thee,
If they can brooke 1 bow a knee to man : •
Sirrah, call in my fonne to be my bale :
I know ere they will haue me go to Ward,
TheyM pawne their fwcrds of my infranchifement.
^lu. Call hither Clifford^ bid him come amaine,
To fay, if that the Baftard boyes of Yorke
Shall be the Surety for their Traitor Father.
Tor^e. O blood-befpotted Neopolitan,
Out-caft of Nayles, Englands bloody Scourge,
The fonnes of Yorke, thy bettersin their birth,
Shall be their Fathers baile, and bane to thofe
That for my Surety will refule the Boyes.
Enter Edward and E¿cbard.
See where they come, lie warrant they'l make it good.
Enter Clfford.
¿lu. And here comes Clifford to deny their baile.
Clif, Health, and all happineíTe to my Lord the King*
Tor.l thanke thee Clfford: Say, what newes with thee?
Nay, do not fright vs with an angry looke :
We are thy Soueraigne Clifford^ kneele againe ;
For thy miftaking io, We pardon thee.
Clif. This is my King Yorke, I do not miftake.
But thou miftakes me much to thinke I do,
To Bedlem with him, is themangrowne mad.
King, 1 Cliftbrd, a Bedlem and ambitious-humor
Makes him oppofe himfelfe againft his King.
' Clif. He is a Traitor, let him to the Tower,
And chop away that faâious pate of his.
Qu, He is atrefted, but will not obey :
His ionnes(he fayes)iball giue their words for him.
Tor. Will you not Sonnes?
Edw. I Noble Father, if our words will ferue.
Rich. And if words will not, then our Weapons (haU
Clif, Why what a brood of Traitors haue we heere?
Torl^e. Looke in aGlaíTe, and call thy Image fo.
I am thy King, and thou a falfe-heart Traitor :
Call hither to the ftake my two braue Beares,
That with the very fliaking of their Chaînes,
They may aftoniih thefe fell-lurking Curres,
Bid Salsbury and Warwicke come to me.
Enter the Earles of Vfarwic^ey and
Salübury.
Qlif.hre thefe thy Beares? Wee'l bate thy Bears to death.
And manacle the Berard in their Chaînes,
If thou dar'ft bring them to the bayting place.
P^kb. Oft haue I feene a hot ore-weening Curre,
Run backe and bite, becaufe he was with-held,
Who being fufFer'd with the Beares fell paw,
Hath clapt his taile, betweene his legges and cride.
And fuch a peace of feruice will you do.
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Jf you oppofe your felues to match Lord Warwkke.
Cl'tf. Hence heape of wrath, foule indigefted lumpc,
As crooked in thy manners, as thy ihape.
Tor, Nay we ihall heate you thorowly anon.
Ciiß Take heede leaft by your heate you burne your
felues :
King. Why Warwicke, hath thy knee forgot to bow?
Old Salsbury, ihame to thy filuer haire,
Thou mad miileader of thy brain-ficke fonne,
What wilt thou on thy death-bed play the Ruffianf
And feeke for forrow with thy Spectacles f
Oh where is Faith ?Oh, where is Loyalty ?
If it be banilht from the froftie head,
Where Ihall it finde a harbour In the earth í
Wilt thou go digge a graue to finde out Warre,
And ihame thine honourable Age with blood?
Why art thou old, and want'ft experience f
Or wherefore doeft abufe it, if thou haft it ?
For ihame in dutie bend thy knee to me.
That bowes vnto the graue with mickle age.
Sal. My Lord, I haue confidered with my felfe
The Title of this moft renowned Duke,
And in my confcience, do repute his grace
The rightfull heyre to Englands Royall feate.
King. Haft thou not fworne Allégeance vnto me?
Sal. I haue.
Ki. Canft thou difpenfe with heauen for fuch an oath ?
Sal. It is great finne, to fweare vnto a finne :
But greater finne to keepe a finfull oath :
Who can be bound by any folemne Vow
To do a murdVous deede, to rob a man,
To force a fpotlefle Virgins Chaftitie, *
To reaue the Orphan of his Patrimonie,
To wring the Widdow from her cuftomM right,
And haue no other reafon for this wrong,
But that he was bound by a folemne Oath?
A fubtle Traitor needs no Sophifter.
King. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himfelfe.
Tor^e. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou haft,
I am refolu'd for death and dignitie.
OldClif.The firft I warrant thee, if dreames proue true
' fKar. You were beft to go to bed,and dreame againe.
To keepe thee from the Tempeft of the field.
OldClif. I am refolu'd to beare a greater ftorme.
Then any thou canft coniure vp to day :
And that lie write vpon thy Burgonet,
Might I but know thee by thy houfed Badge»
¡Var. Now by my Fathers badge, old Neuils Creft,
The rampant Beare chained to the ragged ftafte,
This day He weare aloft my Burgonet,
As on a Mountaine top, the Cedar fhewes,
That keepes his leaues infpight of any ftorme,
Euen io affright thee with the view thereof.
Old Clif. And from thy Burgonet He rend thy Beare,
And tread it vnder foot with all contempt,
Dcfpight the Bearard, that proteCts the Beare.
To.Clif. And fo to Armes viCiorious Father,
To quell the Rebels, and their Complices.
. Rich. Fie, Charitie for ihame, fpeake not in fpight.
For you ihall fup with lefu Chrift to night.
To Clif. Foule ftygmaticke that*s more then thou
canft tell.
Rk. If not in heauen, youT furely fup in hell. Exeunt
Enter WartPic^e.
War. Clifford of Cumberland, Tis Warwicke calles :
And if thou doft not hide thee from the Beare,
Now when the angrie Trumpet founds alarum.
And dead mens cries do fill the emptie ayre,
Clifford I fay, come forth and fight with me.
Proud Northerne Lord, Clifford of Cumberland,
Warwicke is hoarfe with calling thee to armes.
Snter Torl^e.
War. How now my Noble Lord? What all a-foot.
Tor. The deadly handed Clifford ilew my Steed :
But match to match I haue encountred him,
And made a prey for Carrion Kytes and Crowes
Euen of the bonnie beaft he loued fo well.
Enter Clifford.
War. Of one or both of vs the time is come.
Tor. Hold Warwick: feek thee out feme other chace
For I my felfe muft hunt this Deere to death.
War. Then nobly Vorke, 'tis for a Crown thou fightft;
As I intend Clifford to thriue to day.
It greeues my foule to leaue theee vnaffail'd. Exit War,
Clif. What feeft thou in me Yorke ?
Why doft thou paufe ?
Torl^e^ With thy braue bearing fhould I be in loue.
But that thou art fo faft mine enemie.
Clif. Nor fhould thy proweffe want praife & efteeme.
But that 'tis fhewne ignobly^and in Treafon.
Torl^e. So let it helpe me now againft thy fword.
As I in iuftice, and true right expreffe it.
Clif. My foule and bodie on the aftion both.
Tor. A dreadfull lay, addreffe thee inftantly.
Qlf La ßn Corrone les eumenes.
Tor. Thus Warre hath giuen thee peace, for y art ftill,
Peace with his foule, heauen if it be thy will.
Enteryong Clifford.
Clif. Shame and Confufion all is on the rout,
Feare frames diforder, and diforder wounds
Where it fhould guard. O Warre, thou fonne of hell,
Whom angry heauens do make their minifter.
Throw in the frozen bofomes of our part,
Hot Coates of Vengeance. Let no Souldier flye.
He that is truly dedicate to Warre,
Hath no felfe-loue : nor he that loues himfelfe,
Hach not effentially, but by circumftance
The name of Valour. O let the vile world end,
And the premifed Flames of the Laft day.
Knit earth and heauen together.
Now let the generali Trumpet blow his blaft.
Particularities, and pettie founds
To ceafe. Was't thou ordain'd ( deere Father)
To loofe thy youth in peace, and to atcheeue
The Siluer Liuery of aduifed Age,
And in thy Reuerence, and thy Chalre-dayes, thus
T o die in Ruffian battell ? Euen at this fight,
My heart is turn'd to ftone : and while 'tis mine.
It ihall be ftony. Yorke, not our old men fpares :
No more will I their Babes, Teares Virginail,
iShall be to me, euen as the Dew to Fire,
And Beautie, that the Tyrant oft reclaimes.
Shall to my flaming wrath, be Oyle and Flax;
Henceforth, I will not haue to do with pitty.
Meet I an infant of the houfe of Yorke,
Into as many gobbits will I cut it
As wilde çlMedea yong Abfirtù did.
In cruelty, will I feeke out my Fame.
Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords houfe ;
As did nHElneaó old Anchyfes beare.
So beare I thee vpon my manly ihoulders :
But then, z^Eneas bare a liuing loade j
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146 The fécond Tart of Henry the Sixt.
Nothing fo heauy as thefe woes of mine.
Enter R'lchardyand Somerfet to fight.
Rich, So lye thou there :
For vnderneath an Ale-houfe paltry figne,
The Caftle in S. tAlbonsy Somerfet
Hath made the Wizard famous in his death :
Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathful) (till:
Priefts pray for enemies, but Princes kill.
Fight, Excurfions.
Enter King^ Efueene^and others,
Qu, Away my Lord, you are flow, for fliame away.
King, Can we outrun the Heauens ? Good Margaret
ftay.
Qu. What are you made of? You'l nor fight nor fly:
Now is it manhood, wifedome,and defence,
To giue the enemy way, and to fecure vs
By what we can, which can no more but flye.
«Alarum a farre off.
If you be tane, we then fliould fee the bottome
Of all our Fortunes : but if we haply fcape,
(As well we may, if not through your negleft)
We ihall to London get, where you are lou'd,
And where this breach now in our Fortunes made
May readily be ftopt.
Bnter Clifford.
Qlif, But that my hearts on future mifcheefe fet,
I would fpeake blafphemy ere bid you flye :
But flye you mufl : Vncureable difcomfite
Reignes in the hearts of all our prefent parts.
Away for your releefe, and we will liue
To fee their day, and them our Fortune giue.
Away my Lord, away. Exeunt
Alarum, "Retreat. Enter Torl^e^ Richard, îVarsviclte,
and Soldiersytvith Drum Ó* Colours.
Torl^. Of Salsbury, who can report of him.
That Winter hyon, who in rage forgets
Aged contufions, and all bruih of Time ;
And like a Gallant, in the brow of youth,
Repaires him with Occafion. This happy day
Is not it felfe, nor haue we wonne one foot,
If Salsbury be loft.
Rich. My Noble Father :
Three times to day I holpe him to his horie,
Three times beftrid him : Thrice I led him off",
Perfwaded him from any further adt:
But ftill where danger was, ftill there I met him,
And like rich hangings in a homely houfe,
So was his Will, in his old feeble body,
But Noble as he is, locke where he comes.
Enter Salisbury,
Sal. Now by my Sword, well haft thou fought to day:
By'th'Maffe fo did we all. I thanke you Richard.
God knowes how long it is I haue to Hue :
And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day
You haue defended me from imminent death.
Well Lords, we haue not got that which we haue,
'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Being oppofites of fuch repayring Nature.
Tor]^. I know our fafety is to follow them.
For (as I heare) the King is fled to London,
To call a prefent Court of Parliament ;
Let vs purfue him ere the Writs go forth.
What fayes Lord Warwicke,fliaU we after them t
War. After them : nay before them if we can :
Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day.
Saint Albons battel) wonne by famous Yorke,
Shall be etemiz'd in all Age to come.
Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and to London all.
And more fuch dayes as thefe, to vs befall. Exeunt.
FINIS.
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The third Part of Henry the Sixt,
with the death of the Duke of
Y O R K E.
(tá'Síus 'Primus. Scœna 'Prima.
tÁlarum.
Enter flantagenet ^Bdvoardy Richard y NorfoU^Cy Mount'
aguCy IVartvicXey and Souldiers,
IVarrckke,
Wonder how the King efcapM our hands?
P/.While we purfuM the Horfmen ofy North,
flyly ftole away,and left his men :
Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,
Whofe Warlike eares could neuer brooke retreat,
Chear'd vp the drooping Army,and himfelfe.
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-breft
ChargM ourmaine Battailes Front; and breaking in.
Were by the Swords of common Souldiers Haine.
Sät». Lord Staffordi Father, Duke oï'^uckjngbamy
Is either Haine or wounded dangerous.
I cleft his Beauer with a down-right blow :
That this is true (Father) behold his blood.
Mount. And Brother,here*s the Earle of Wilt/hlrcs
Whom I encountred as the Battels ioyn'd. (blood,
Rich, Speake thou for me,and tell them what I did.
Plan. Richard hath beft deferu'd of all my fonnes :
But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerfet^
Nor, Such hope haue all the line of lohn of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to ihake King Henries head.
Warn. And fo doe I, vidlorious Prince of Vorke.
Before I fee thee feated in that Throne,
Which now the Houfe of Lancaßer vfurpes,
I vow by Heauen,thefe eyes Hiall neuer clofe.
This is the Pailace of the fearefull King,
And this the Regall Seat : poíTcfle it Torl^y
For this is thine, and not King Henries Heires.
Nant. AHift me then,fweet Warrrick^y and I will.
For hither we haue broken in by force.
Norf. Wee*le all aflift you; he that flyes, ihall dye;
P/iîw/.Thankes gentle Norfolkcy^Tiy by me my Lords,
And Souldiers ftay and lodge by me this Night.
They goe 'vp.
Warn.AviA when the King comes, oifer him no violence,
Vnlefle he feeke to thruft you out perforce.
Plant.Tht Queene this day here holds her Parliament,
But little thinkes we Hiall be of her counfaile,
By words or blowes here let vs winne our right.
Rich. Arm'd as we are,let*s Hay within this Houfe.
Warn. The bloody Parliament Hiall this be calPd,
Vnlefle Plantagentty\)\i\L^ of Yorke,be King,
And baihfull Henry deposM, whofe Cowardize
Hath made vs by-words to our enemies.
Plant. Then leaue me not, my Lords be refolute,
I meane to take poiTeflîon of my Right.
Warn. Neither the King,nor he that loues him beft,
The prowdeft hee that holds vp Lancaßery
Dares ftirre a Wing,if Warnic\ùi3\ct his Bells.
He Plantagenetyxoot him vp who dares:
Refolue thee Richard, clayme the Englilh Crowne.
Plourijh. Enter King HenryyCliffordyNorthumberland,
Weßmerlandy Exetery and the reß.
Henry. My Lords,looke where the fturdie Rebell fits,
Euen in the Chayre of State : belike he meanes,
Backt by the power of Warnic\ey that falfe Peere,
To afpire vnto the Crowne,and reigne as King.
Earle of Northumberland, he flew thy Father,
And thine. Lord QlffordySc you both haue vow'd reuenge
On him, his fonnes,his fauorites,and his friends.
Northumb. If I be not,Heauens be reueng'd on me.
Clifford. The hope thereof, makes Cliffjrd mourne in
Steele.
What, ihall we fuffer thisi lets pluck him down.
My heart for anger burnes, I cannot brooke it,
Henry. Be patient,gentle Earle of Weftmerland.
Clifford. Patienceis for Poultroones,fuch as he ;
He dürft not fit there, had your Father liu*d.
My gracious Lord, here in the Parliament
Let vs aifayle the Family of Torhe.
TVbrih. Well haft thou fpoken,Coufin be it fo.
Henry. Ah, know you not the Citiefauours them.
And they haue troupes of Souldiers at their beck?
Weßm. But when the Duke is flaine, they'le quickly
flye.
Henry. Farre be the thought of this from Henries heart,
To make a Shambles of the Parliament Houfe.
Coufin of Exeter, frownes, ^ords, and threats.
Shall be the Warre that Henry meanes to vfe.
Thou factious Duke of Yorke defcend my Throne,
And kneele for grace and mercie at my feet,
I am thy Soueraigne.
Torlte. I am thine.
Exet. For ihame come downe, he made thee Duke of
Yorke.
Torky. It was my Inheritance, as the Earledome was.
Bxet. Thy
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Exet.Thy Father was a Traytor to the Crowne.
PHarvp.Exeter thou art a Traytor to the Crowne,
In following this vfurping Henry,
Clifford, Whom Ihould hee follow, but his naturall
King ?
Wartv. True that's jR/VÄari/Duke of Yorke»
Henry, And /hall I ftand,and thou fit in my Throne?
Tor\e, It mu/I and /hall be fo, content thy felfe,
Warto, Be Duke of Lancafter,let him be King.
IVeßm, He is both King,and Duke of Lancafter,
And that the Lord of Weftmerland ihall maintaine.
JVaryp, And PVarvpkl^ÙiùX difproue it. You forget,
That we are thofe which chas'd you from the field.
And Hew your Fathers,and with Colours fpread
Marrht through the Citie to the Pallace Gates.
Northumb,Yt^TVarrvicke^X remember it to my griefe,
And by his Soule, thou and thy Houfe /hall rue it.
fVeßm. Plantagenetyo( thee and thefe thy Sonnes,
Thy K.infmen,and thy Friends, He haue more liues
Then drops of bloud were in my Fathers Veines.
C^iff. Vrge it no more, left that in ftead of words,
I fend thee, fuch a Me/Tenger,
As /hall reuenge his death, before I ftirre.
Warn. Poore CUffordy how I fcorne his worthle/Te
Threats.
Tlant. Will you we /hew our Title to the Crowne ?
If not, our Swords /hall pleade it in the field.
Henry. What Title haft thou Traytor to the Crowne?
My Father was as thou art, Duke of Yorke,
Thy Grandfather Roger Mor timer y\.zx\t. of March.
I am the Sonne of Henry the Fift,
Who made the Dolphin and the French to ftoupe.
And feiz'd vpon their Townes and Prouinces.
Warn. Talke not of France, fith thou haft loft it all.
Henry. The Lord Proteftor loft it,and not I :
When I was crown'd,I was but nine moneths old.
Rich. You are old enough now.
And yet me thinkes you loofe :
Father teare the Crowne from the Vfurpers Head.
Ednard. Sweet Father doe fo,fet it on your Head.
Mount, Good Brother,
As thou lou'ft and honoreft Armes,
Let's fight it out, and not ftand cauilling thus.
'Richard. Sound Drummes and Trumpets, and the
King will flye.
Plant. Sonnes peace.
Henry. Peace thou, and giue King Henry leaue to
fpeake.
Warn. Plantagenet /hal fpeake firft: Heare him Lords,
And be you filent and attentiue too,
For he that interrupts him, ihall not Hue.
f/in.Think'ft thou, that I will leaue my Kingly Throne,
Wherein my Grandfire and my Father fat?
No:firft /hall Warre vnpeople this my Realmej
I,and their Colours often borne in France,
And now in England, to our hearts great forrow.
Shall be my Winding-/heet. Why faint you Lords^
My Title's good,and better farre then his.
Warn, Proue it Henry^^wà thou /halt be King.
Hen. Henry the Fourth by Conqueft got the Crowne.
Plant, 'Twas by Rebellion againft his King.
Henry. I know not what to fay, my Titles weake:
Tell me,may not a King adoptan Heire?
Plant, What then:*
Henry. And if he may, then am I lawfull King :
For R^ichardy 'in the view of many Lords,
Refign'd the Crowne to Henry the Fourth,
Whofe Heire my Father was,and I am his.
fiant. He rofe againft him, being his Soueraigne,
And made him to refigne his Crowne perforce.
Warn, Suppofe,my Lords,he did it vnconftrayn'd,
Thinke you 'twere preiudiciall to his Crowne ?
Exet. No: for he could not fo refigne his Crowne,
But that the next Heire ihould fucceed and reigne,
Henry. Art thou againft vs,Duke of Exeter?
Exet. His is the rlght,and therefore pardon me.
Plant. Why whifper you,my Lords,and anfwer not?
Exet.My Confcience tells me he is lawfull King.
Henry. All will reuolt from me,and turne to him.
Jforthumb. Plantagenety for all the Clayme thou lay'ft,
Thinke not,that Henry ihall befo depos'd.
Warn. Depos'd he ihall be,in defpight of all.
Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd :
'Tis not thy Southerne power
Of E/fex, Norfolke, Suffblke, nor of Kent,
Which makes thee thus prefumptuous and prowd.
Can fet the Duke vp in defpight of me.
Clifford, King Hcnryybe thy Title right or wrong.
Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence :
May that ground gape,and fwallow me aliue.
Where I ihall kneele to him that flew my Father.
Henry. Oh Cliffordy\iove thy words reuiue my heart*
Plant. Henry of Lancafter,refigne thy Crowne:
What mutter you, or what confpire you Lords ?
Warn. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke,
Or I will fill the Houfe with armed men.
And ouer the Chayre of State, where now he fits.
Write vp his Title with vfurping blood.
He ßampes nit h hü foot y and the Souldiers
ffen themjelues.
Henry. My Lord of Warwick, heare but one word.
Let me for this my life time reigne as King.
P/í2«r.Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires,
And thou /halt reigne in quiet while thou liu'/l,
Henry. I am content: Richard Plantagenet
Enioy the Kingdome after my deceafe.
Clifford. What wrong is this vnto the Prince, your
Sonne ^
Warn, What good is this to England, and himfelfc?
Weßm, Bafe, fearefull,and defpayring Henry.
Clifford, How haft thou iniur'd both thy felfe and vs?
Weßm, I cannot ftay to heare thefe Articles.
Northumb. Nor I.
Clifford. Come Coufin, let vs tell the Queenc thefe
Newes.
Weßm. Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King,
In who/e cold blood no fparke of Honor bides.
Northumb.^t thou a prey vnto the Houfe of Yorl^y
And dye in Bands,for this vnmanly deed.
Cliff. In dreadfull Warre may'ft thou be oucrcome.
Or liue in peace abandon'd and defpis'd.
Warn. Turne this way Henryregard them not.
Exeter, They feeke reuenge, and therefore wi/I not
yeeld.
Henry. Ah Exeter.
Warn. Why ihould you figh,my Lord?
Henry. Not for my felfe Lord Warnicl^^yhwt my Sonne,
Whom I vnnaturally /hall dif-inherite.
But be it as it may: I here entayle
The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer.
Conditionally, that heere thou take an Oath,
To ceafe this Ciuill Warre : and whil'ft I Hue,
To
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To honor me as thy King, and Soueraigne:
And neyther by Treafon nor Hoftilitie,
To feeke to put me downe,and reigne thy felfe.
P/ant, This Oath I willingly take, and will performe.
Wartv* Long liue King Henry : Plantagenet embrace
him.
Henry. And long liue thou, and thefe thy forward
Sonnes.
Plant. Now YorJ(e and Lancaßer are reconcird.
Exet, Accurft be he that feekes to make them foes.
Senet. Here they come doxpne.
Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord, He to my Caftle.
H^arrp. And He keepe London with my Souldiers.
Norf. And 1 to Norfolke with my followers.
Mount. And I vnto the Sea,from whence I came.
Henry. And I with griefe and forrow to the Court.
Enter the Slueene.
Sxeter. Heere comes the Queene,
Whofe Lookes bewray her anger:
lie ileale away.
Henry. Sxeter fo will I.
Queene. Nay,goe not from me, I will follow thee.
Henry. Be patient gentle Queene, and I will ftay.
Queene. Who can be patient in fuch extreames í
Ah wretched man, would I had dy'de a Maid
And neuer feene thee,neuer borne thee Sonne,
Seeing thou haft prouM fo vnnaturall a Father.
Hath he deferu'd to loofe his Birth-right thus.^
Hadft thou but lou'd him hälfe fo well as I,
Or felt that paine which I did for him once.
Or nourhht him, as I did with my blood 3
Thou would'ft haue left thy deareft heart-blood there.
Rather then haue made that fauage Duke thine Heirc,
And dif-inherited thine onely Sonne.
Prince. Father,you cannot dif-inherite me:
If you be King, why ihould not I fucceede.^
Henry. Pardon me Margaretme fweet Sonne,
The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me.
Enforc^t thee.^ Art thou King, and wilt be forc't?
I /hame to heare thee fpeake: ah timorous Wretch,
Thou haft vndone thy felfe, thy Sonne, and me,
And giu'n vnto the Houfe of Yorl^e fuch head.
As thou (halt reigne but by their fufferance.
To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne,
What is it, but to make thy Sepulcher,
And creepe into it farre before thy time ?
IVarypich^ is ChanceIor,and the Lord of Callice,
Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas,
The Duke is made Protestor of the Realme,
And yet (halt thou be lafe ? Such fafetie findes
The trembling Lambe, inuironned with Wolues.
Had I beene there, which am a filly Woman,
The Souldiers (hould haue tofs'd me on their Pikes,
Before I would haue granted to that Aâ.
But thou preferr'ft thy Life,before thine Honor.
And ieeing thou do'ft,I here diuorce my felfe.
Both from thy Table Henry^^nà thy Bed,
Vntill that Ait of Parliament be repeaPd,
Whereby my Sonne is dif-inherited.
The Northerne Lords, that haue forfworne thy Colours,
Will follow mine, if once they fee them fpread :
And fpread they (hall be, to thy foule difgrace.
And vtter ruine of the Houfe of YorJ^e.
Thus doe I leaue thee: Come Sonne, let's away.
Our Army is ready j come, wee'le after them.
Henry. Stay gentle MargaretyZná heare me fpeake.
¿Igeene. Thou haft fpoke too much already: get thee
gone.
Henry. Gentle Sonne Ed-wardython wilt ftay me?
Queene, I, to be murther'd by his Enemies.
Prince. When I returne with vidlorie to the field.
He fee your Grace : till then. He follow her.
Queene. Come Sonne away, we may not linger thus.
Henry. Poore Queene,
How loue to me, and to her Sonne,
Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage.
Reueng'd may (he be on that hatefull Duke,
Whofe haughtle fpirit, winged with defire,
Will coft my Crowne,and like an cmptie Eagle,
Tyre on the fleih of me,and of my Sonne,
The lolTe of thofe three Lords torments my heart :
lie write vnto them, and entreat them faire ;
Come Coufin, you (hall be the MeiTenger.
Exet. And 1,1 hope, (hall reconcile them all. Exit.
Flouriß}. Enter Rtchardy Edxpardy and
cdMountague.
Richard. Brother, though I bee youngeft, giue mee
leaue.
Sdward. No, I can better play the Orator.
Mount, But I haue reafons ftrong and forceable.
Snter the Duhe of Yorl^e.
Yorhe. Why how now Sonnes,and Brother, ata ftrife?
What is your Quarrell ? how began it firft ?
Edtpard. No <^arrell,but a flight Contention.
Yorhe. About what í
Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs.
The Crowne of England, Father, which is yours.
Yorhe. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead.
Richard. Your Right depends not on his life,or death.
Edrpard.Novf you are Heire, therefore enioy it now:
By giuing the Houfe of Lancaßer leaue to breathe,
It will out-runne you. Father,in the end,
Yorl^e. I tooke an Oath, that hee Ihould quietly
reigne.
Sdxpard.^Mt for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken:
I would breake a thoufand Oathes,to reigne one yeere.
Richard. No: God forbid your Grace ihould be for¬
fworne.
Yor^e. I ihall be,if I clayme by open Warre.
Richard. He proue the contrary, if youTe heare mee
fpeake.
Yorl^e. Thou canft not, Sonne : it is impofiible.
Richard. An Oath is of no moment, being not tooke
Before a true and lawfull Magiftrate,
That hath authoritie ouer him that fweares.
Henry had none, but did vfurpe the place.
Then feeing 'twas he that made you to depofe.
Your Oath, my Lord, is vaine and friuolous.
Therefore to Armes : and Father doe but thlnke,
How fweet a thing it is to Weare a Crowne,
Within whofe Circuit is EUziumy
And all that Poets faine of Blifle and loy.
Why doe we linger thus? I cannot reft,
Vntill the White Rofe that I weare, be dy'de
Euen in the luke-warme blood of Henries heart.
Yorl^. Richard ynough: I will be King,or dye.
Brother, thou /halt to London prefently,
And whet on JVarxptck to this Enterpriie.
Thou
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Thou T^cbard ihalt to the Duke of Norfolkc,
And tell him priuily of our intent.
You Edward /hall vnto my Lord Cobhamy
With whom the Kenti/hmen will willingly rife.
In them I truft: for they are Souldiors,
Wiltie,courteous,liberall,full of fpirit.
While you are thus imploy'd, what refteth more?
But that 1 feeke occafion how to rife,
And yet the King not priuie to my Drift,
Nor any of the Houfe of Lancafter.
Enter Gabriel,
But /lay, what Newes ? Why comm'ft thou in fuch
porte ?
Gabriel. The Queene,
With all the Northerne Harles and Lords,
Intend here to befiege you in your Cartle.
She is hard by, with twentie thoufand men;
And therefore fortifie your Hold,my Lord.
Tor}^. I, with my Sword.
What ? think'ft thou, that we feare them ?
Bdvpard and Richard^ you /hall ftay with me.
My Brother Mountague /hall porte to London.
Let Noble IVarwic^yQobhamyaná the reft.
Whom we haue left Protestors of the King,
With powrefull Pollicie ftrengthen themfelues,
And truft not fimple Henry^nor his Oathes.
Mount. Brother, I goe: lie winne them, feare it not.
And thus mort humbly I doe take my leaue.
Exit cMountague.
Enter cMortimeryand his Brother,
Yorh^. Sir /o¿ff,and Sir Hugh Mortimer y Vnckles,
You are come to Sandall in a happie houre.
The Armie of the Queene meane to befiege vs.
lohn. Shee /hall not neede, wee'le meete her in the
field,
Yorhe. What,with fiue thoufand men?
Rjcbard. I, with fiue hundred, Father, for a neede.
A Woman's generali: what ihould we feare ?
A March afarre off.
Edward, I heare their Drummes :
Let's fet our men in order.
And iíTue forth, and bid them Battalle ftraight.
Fiue men to twentie : though the oddes be great,
I doubt not, Vnckle,of our ViSlorie.
Many a Battaile haue I wonne in France,
When as the Enemie hath beene tenne to one:
Why Ihould I not now haue the like fuccefte ?
Alarum, Exit.
Enter Rutlandyand hü Tutor.
Rutland, Ah,whither ihaJl I flye,to /cape their hands?
Ah Tutor,looke where bloody Clifford comes.
Enter QUffard.
Clifford. Qhz^hlmç, away, thy Priefthood faues thy life.
As for the Brat of this accurfed Duke,
Whofe Father rtew my Father, he ihall dye.
Tutor, And I,my Lord, will beare him company.
Clifford. Souldiers,away with him.
Tutor. A.\iCHffordy muïthtr not this innocent Child,
Leaft thou be hated both of God and Man. Exit.
Clifford. How nowi is he dead aireadle í
Or is it feare, that makes him clofe his eyes í
Ile open them.
Rutland. So looks the pent-vp Lyon o*re the Wretch,
That trembles vnder his deuouring Pawes: ^
And fo he walkes,infuhing o're his Prey,
And fo he comes, to rend his Limbes afunder*
Ah gentle Cliffordy]c\\\ me with thy Sword,
And not with fuch a cruell threatning Looke.
Sweet Clifford heare me fpeake, before I dye:
I am too meane a fubiedl for thy Wrath,
Be thou reueng'd on men, and let me liue.
Clifford. In vaine thou fpeak'ft,poore Boy :
My Fathers blood hath ftopt the partage
Where thy words ihould enter,
Rutland, Then let my Fathers blood open it agalne.
He is a man,and Clifford cope with him.
Clifford. Had I thy Brethren here, their Hues and thine
Were not reuenge fufticient for me :
No,if I digg'd vp thy fore-fathers Graues,
And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes,
It could not rtake mine ire,noreafe my heart.
The fight of any of the Houfe of Yorky^
Is as a furie to torment my Soule :
And till I root out their accurfed Line,
And leaue not one aliue, I liue in Hell.
Therefore—
Rutland.O\i let me pray,before I take my death ;
To thee I prayjfweet Clifford pitty me.
Clifford, Such pitty as my Rapiers point affords.
Rutland. I neuer did thee harme: why wilt thou flay
me ?
Clifford. Thy Father hath.
Rutland, But 'twas ere I was borne.
Thou haft one Sonne, for his fake pitty me,
Leaft in reuenge thereof, fith God is iuft,
He be as miferably rtaine as I.
Ah, let me liue in Prifon all my dayes,
And when I glue occafion of offence.
Then let me dye, for now thou haft no caufe.
Clifford. No caufe ? thy Father flew my Father:there-
fore dye.
Rutland. Dij faciant laudü jumma fit ifia tua,
Clifford. Plantagenety I come Plantagenet :
And this thy Sonnes blood cleauing to my Blade,
Shall ruft vpon my Weapon, till thy blood
Congeal'd with this, doe make me wipe off both. Exit,
tAlarum, Enter Richard^ DuJ^ of Yorl^e,
Yorl^e.Tht Army of the Queene hath got the field:
My Vnckles both are flaine, in refcuing mej
And all my followers, to the eager foe
Turne back,and fiye,like Ships before the Winde,
Or Lambes purfu'd by hunger-ftarued Wolues.
My Sonnes,God knowes what hath bechanced them;
Byt this I know, they haue demean'd themfelues
Like men borne to Renowne, by Life or Death.
Three times did Tfchard make a Lane to me.
And thrice cry'de, Courage Father,fight it out ;
And full as oft came Edward to my fide,
With Purple Faulchion, painted to the Hilt,
In blood of thofe that had encountred him :
And when the hardyeft Warriors did retyre,
Richard cry'de, Charge,and giue no foot of ground.
And cry'de, ACrowne,or elfe a glorious Tombe,
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A Scepter, or an Earthly Sepulchre.
With this we charg'd againe : but out alas,
We bodg'd againe, as I haue feene a Swan
With bootleíTe labour fwimme againft the Tyde,
And fpend her ftrength with ouer-matching Waues.
jÛ ßfort Alarum vpitbin.
Ah hearke, the fatall followers doe purfue.
And I am faint, and cannot ñye their furie :
And were I ftrong,! would not ihunne their furie.
The Sands are numbred,that makes vp my Life,
Here muft I ftay,and here my Life muft end.
Enter the ^eene, Cliffordy Northumberlandy
the young Prince y and Souldiers,
Come bloody Cliffordy rough Northumherhzndy
I dare your quenchleíTe furie to more rage :
lam your Butt,and I abide your Shot.
Northumb. Yeeld to our mercy, proud Plantagenet.
Clifford. l,to fuch mercy, as his ruthleíTe Arme
With downe-right payment, ihew'd vnto my Father.
Now Phaeton hath tumbled from his Carre,
And made an Euening at the Noone-tide Prick.
Vorige. My alhes,as the Phoenix, may bring forth
A Bird,that will reuenge vpon you all :
And in that hope, I throw mine eyes to Heauen,
Scorning what ere you can affliil me with.
Why come you not ? what, multitudes, and feare í
Cliff. So Cowards fight, when they can flye no further,
So Doues doe peck the Faulcons piercing Talions,
So defperateTheeues,al! hopelelTe of their Liues,
Breathe out Inueiliues 'gainft the Officers.
Torf^e. Oh Cliffordy but bethinke thee once againe,
And in thy thought ore-run my former time :
And if thou canil, for bluihing, view this face.
And bite thy tongue, that ilanders him with Cowardice,
Whofe frowne hath made thee faint and flye ere this.
Clifford. I will not bandie with thee word for word.
But buckler with thee blowes twice two for one.
Qtuene. Hold valiant Cliffordy for a thoufand caufes
I would prolong a while the Traytors Life:
Wrath makes him deafej fpeake thou Northumberland.
Northumb. Ho\à Cliffordyàot not honor him fo much.
To prick thy finger,though to wound his heart.
What valour were it, when a Curre doth grinne,
For one to thruft his Hand betweene his Teeth,
When he might fpurne him with his Foot away }
It is Warres prize, to take all Vantages,
And tenne to one, is no impeach of Valour.
Clifford. I, I, fo ftriues the Woodcocke with the
Gynne.
Northumb. So doth the Connie ilruggle in the
Net.
Yor\, So triumph Theenes vpon their conquered Booty,
So True men yeeld with Robbers, fo o're-matcht.
Northumb. What would your Grace haue done vnto
him now ?
Qutene. Braue Warriors, Clifford and Nortbumberlandy
Come make him (land vpon this Mole-hill here,
That raught at Mountaines with out-ftretched Armes,
Yet parted but the ihadow with his Hand.
What,was it you that would be Englands King?
Was*t you that reuelPd in our Parliament,
And made a Preachment of your high Defcent ?
Where are your Mefle of Sonnes, to back you now ^
The wanton Edfeardy^n^ the luilie George ?
And where's that valiant Crook-back Prodigie,
Dicl(ieyyour Boy,that with his grumbling voyce
Was wont to cheare his Dad in Mutinies?
Or with the reft, where is your Darling,
Looke Torl(eyl ftaynM this Napkin with the blood
That valiant Cliffordy with his Rapiers point,
Made iflue from the Bofome of the Boy:
And if thine eyes can water for his death,
I giue thee this to drie thy Cheekes withall.
Alas poore Tori^y but that I hate thee deadly,
I ihould lament thy miferable ftate.
I prythee grieue, to make me merry. Vorige.
What,hath thy fierie heart fo parcht thine entrayles,
That not a Teare can fall, for Rutlands death ?
Why art thou patient,man? thou Ihould'ft be mad:
And I, to make thee mad,doe mock thee thus.
Stampe, raue,and fret, that I may fing and dance.
Thou would'ft be fee*d,I fee, to make me fport;
Torl^ cannot fpeake,vnleife he weare a Crowne.
A Crowne for Torl(e ; and Lords, bow lowe to him :
Hold you his hands, whileft I doe fet it on.
I marry Sir, now lookes he like a King :
I, this is he that tooke King Henries Chaire,
And this is he was his adopted Heire.
But how is it,that great Plantagenet
Is crownM fo foone,and broke his folemne Oath?
As I bethinke me,you ihould not be King,
Till our King Henry had Ihooke hands with Death.
And will you pale your head in Henries Glory,
And rob his Temples of the Diademe,
Now in his Life,againft your holy Oath ?
Oh *tis a fault too too vnpardonable.
Off with the Crowne; and with the Crowne, his Head,
And whileft we breathe, take time to doe him dead.
Clifford. That is my Office, for my Fathers fake.
Queene. Nay ftay , let's heare the Orizons hee
makes.
Tor^e. Shee-Wolfe of France,
But worfe then Wolues of France,
Whofe Tongue more poyfons then the Adders Tooth :
How ill-befeeming is it in thy Sex,
To triumph like an Amazonian Trull,
Vpon their Woes, whom Fortune captiuatesi
But that thy Face is Vizard-like, vnchanging.
Made impudent with vfe of euill deedes.
I would affay,prowd Queene, to make thee bluih.
To tell thee whence thou cam'ft, of whom deriu'd.
Were ihame enough, to ihame thee,
Wert thou not lhamelefl'e.
Thy Father beares the type of King of Naples,
Of both the Sicils,and lerufalem,
Yet not fo wealthie as an Englilh Yeoman.
Hath that poore Monarch taught thee to infult?
It needes not,nor it bootes thee not,prowd Queene,
Vnleffe the Adage muft be verify'd.
That Beggers mounted,runne their Horfe to death,
'Tis Beautie that doth oft make Women prowd.
But God he knowes, thy ftiare thereof is fmall.
*Tis Vertue, that doth make them moft admir'd,
The contrary,doth make thee wondred at.
'Tis Gouernment that makes them feeroe Diuine,
The want thereof, makes thee abhominable.
Thou art as oppofite to euery good.
As the Antipodes are vnto vs,
Or as the South to the Septentrion.
Oh Tygres Heart, wrapt in a Womans Hide,
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How could'ft thou drayne the Life-blood of the Childs
To bid the Father wipe his eyes withall.
And yet be feene to beare a Womans face?
Women are foft, milde, pittifull, and hexible;
Thou, fterne, obdurate, flintie, rough, remorfelefle.
Bidft thou me rage? why now thou haft thy wiih.
Would'ft haue me weepe? why now thou haft thy will.
For raging Wind blowes vp inceflant Ihowers,
And when the Rage aUayes,the Raine begins.
Thefe Teares are my fweet Rutland: Obfcquies,
And euery drop cryes vengeance for his death,
'Gainft thee fell Clifford^ and thee falfe French-woman.
Northumb, Beihrew me, but his pallions moues me fo,
That hardly can I check my eyes from Teares.
Torl^. That Face of his.
The hungry Caniballs would not haue toucht,
Would not haue ftaynM with blood:
But you are more inhumane,more inexorable,
Ohjtenne times more then Xygers of Hyrcania.
SeCjruthleiTe Q¿eene,a haplefle Fathers Teares:
This Cloth thou dipd*ft in blood of my fweet Boy,
And I with Teares doe waih the blood away.
Keepe thou the Napkin,and goe boaft of this,
And if thou telfft the heauie ftorie right,
Vpon my Soule, the hearers will Ihed Teares :
Yea,euen my Foes will flied faft-falling Teares,
And fay, Alas, it was a pittious deed.
There,take the Crowne, and with the Crowne,my Curfe,
And in thy need,fuch comfort come to thee,
As now I reape at thy too cruell hand.
Hard-hearted CliffordyXA\it me from the World,
My Soule to Heauen,my Blood vpon your Heads.
NortbumhJHzà he been ftaughter-man to all my Kinne,
I ihould not for my Life but weepe with him,
To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soule.
What, weeping ripe, my Lord Northumberland f
Thinke but vpon the wrong he did vs all.
And that will quickly drie thy melting Teares.
Clifford. Heere's for my Oath, heere's for my Fathers
Death,
Queene. And heere's to right our gentle-hearted
King.
7'orf{e. Open thy Gate of Mercy, gracious God,
My Soule flyes through thefe wounds, to feeke out thee.
¿lueene.Off with his Head, and fet it on Yorke Gates,
So Tor^e may ouer-looke the Towne of Yorke.
Flouriß>» Exit,
A March. Enter Edtvard^ Richard^
and their potver.
Bdnard. I wonder how our Princely Father fcap't :
Or whether he be fcap't away, or no,
From Cliffords and Northumberland: purfuit ?
Had he been ta'ne, we Ihould haue heard the newesj
Had he beene ilaine, we ihould haue heard the newes:
Or had he fcap't,me thinkes we ihould haue heard
The happy tidings of his good efcape.
How fares my Brother? why is he fo fad?
Richard. I cannot ioy,vnti!l I be refolu'd
Where our right valiant Father is become.
I faw him in the Battaile range about,
And watcht him how he iingled Clifford forth.
Me thought he bore him in the thickeft troupe.
As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat,
Or as a Beare encompafs'd round with Dogges :
Who hauing pincht a few, and made them cry.
The reft ftand all aloofe,and barke at him.
So faf d our Father with his Enemies,
So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father:
Me thinkes *tis priz6 enough to be his Sonne.
See how the Morning opes her golden Gates,
And takes herfarwell of the glorious Sunne.
How well refembles it the prime of Youth,
TrimmM like a Yonker, prauncing to his Loue ?
Ed. Dazle mine eyes, or doe I fee three Sunnes ?
7?/V¿.Three glorious Sunnes, each one a perfeft Sunne,
Not feperated with the racking Clouds,
But feuer'd in a pale deare-ihining Skye.
See, fee, they ioyne,embrace,and feeme to kiflc.
As if they vow'd fome League inuiolable.
Now are they but one Lampe, one Light,one Sunne :
In this, the Heauen figures fome euent.
Sdvpard. 'Tis wondrous ftrange.
The like yet neuer heard of.
I thinke it cites vs(Brother)to the field,
That wee, the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet^
Each one aireadle blazing by our meedes.
Should notwithftanding ioyne our Lights together,
And ouer-ihine the Earth, as this the World.
What ere it bodes, hence-forward will I beare
Vpon my Targuet three faire íhining Sunnes.
Richard. Nay, beare three Daughters ;
By your leaue, I fpeake it,
You loue the Breeder better then the Male.
Enter one blotving.
But what art thou,whofe heauie Lookes fore-tell
Some dreadftill ftory hanging on thy Tongue?
Mejf. Ah,one that was a wofull looker on,
When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was Ilaine,
Your Princely Father, and my louing Lord.
Edrcard. Oh fpeake no more, for I haue heard too
much.
Richard. Say how he dy'de,for I will heareit all.
Mejff. Enuironed he was with many foes,
And ftood againft them, as the hope of Troy
Againft the Greekes,that would haue entred Troy.
But Hercule: himfelfe muft yeeld to oddes :
And many ftroakes, though with a little Axe,
Hewes downe and fells the hardeft-tymber'd Cake.
By many hands your Father was fubdu'd,
But onely flaughf red by the irefull Arme
Of vn-relenting Clfford^^nà the Queene:
Who crownM the gracious Duke in high defpight,
LaughM in his face : and when with griefe he wept.
The ruthlefle Queene gaue him,to dry his Cheekes,
A Napkin, fteeped in the harmeleíTe blood
Of fweet young Rutland^hy rough Clifford flaine:
And after many fcornes, many foule taunts.
They tooke his Head,and on the Gates of Yorke
They fet the fame, and there it doth remaine.
The faddeft fpe<fracle that ere 1 viewed.
Fi/wörif,Sweet Duke of Yorke,our Prop to leane vpon,
Now thou art gone, wee haue no Staffe,no Stay,
Oh Clffordy\>oy&*TO\i% Clfford^xkioxi haft fialne
The flowre of Europe, for his Cheualrie,
And trecheroufly haft thou vanquiiht him,
For hand to hand he would haue vanquiiht thee.
Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prifon:
Ah, would ihe breake from hence, that this my body
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Might in the ground be clofed vp in reft :
For neuer henceforth ihall I ioy againe :
Neuer, oh neuer ftiall 1 fee more ioy.
^ch. I cannot weepe: for all my bodies rooyfture
Scarie ferues to quench my Furnace-burning hart :
Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen,
For felfe-fame winde that I Ihould fpeake withall.
Is kindling coales that fires all my breft.
And burnes me vp with flames, that tears would quench.
To weepe, is to make leffe the depth of greefe:
Teares then for Babes; Blowes,and Reuenge for mee.
Richard, I beare thy name. He venge thy death.
Or dye renowned by attempting it.
Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee;
His Dukedome, and his Chaire with me is left.
Rich. Nay,if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird,
Shew thy defcent by gazing 'gainft the Sunne:
For Chaire and Dukedome, Throne and Kingdome fay.
Either that is thine, or elfe thou wer't not his.
March. Enter Warwicke,Mar^ueJli Mountacute,
and their Army.
ffarvicH. How now faire LordsWhat faire? What
newes abroad ?
I(ich. Great Lord of Warwicke,if we fhould recompt
Our baleful! newes, and at each words deliuerance
Stab Poniards in our flefh, till all were told.
The words would adde more anguifh then the wounds.
0 valiant Lord,the Duke of Yorke is flaine.
Edw. O Warwicke, Warwicke, that Plantagenet
Which held thee deerely, as his Seules Redemption,
Is by the fterne Lord Clifford done to death.
ITar. Ten dayes ago, I drown'd thefe newes in teares.
And now to adde more meafure to your woes,
Icome to tell you things fith then befalne.
After the bloody Fray at Wakeheld fought.
Where your braue Father breath'd his lateft gaspe,
Tydings, as fwiftly as the Poftes could runne.
Were brought me of your LofTe, and his Depart.
1 then in London, keeper of the King,
Mufter'd my Soldiers, gathered Heekes of Friends,
Marcht toward S. Albons,to intercept the Queene,
Bearing the King in my behalfe along :
For by my Scouts, I was aduertifed
That fhe was comming with a full intent
To dafh our late Decree in Parliament,
Touching King Henries Oath,and your Succefsion:
Short Tale to make, we at S. Albons met.
Our Battailes ioyn'd, and both ûdes fiercely fought:
But whether'twas the coldnefTe of the King,
Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene,
That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene.
Or whether 'twas report of her fucceflfe.
Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour,
Who thunders to his Captiues, Blood and Death,
I cannot iudge : but to conclude with truth.
Their Weapons like to Lightning, came and went:
Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight.
Or like a lazie Threfher with a Flaile,
Fell gently downe, as if they ftrucke their Friends.
I cheer'd them vp with iuftice of our Caufe,
With promife of high pay,and great Rewards:
But all in vaine, they had no heart to fight.
And we (in them) no hope to win the day.
So that we fled : the King vnto the Queene,
Lord George, your Brother, Norfolke, and my Seife,
In hafte, poft hafte, are come to ioyne with you :
For in the Marches heere we heard you were.
Making another Head, to fight againe.
£i/.Where is the Duke of Norfolke, gentle Warwick?
And when came George from Burgundy to England?
IPdr, Some fix miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers,
And for your Brother he was lately fent
From your kinde Aunt DutchefTe of Burgundie,
With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre.
J?;V¿.'Twas oddes belike, when valiant Warwick fled;
Oft haue I heard his praifes in Purfuite,
But ne're till now, his Scandal! of Retire.
ITar, Nor now my Scandal! Richard,doñ thou heare:
For thou llialt know this ftrong right hand of mine,
Can plucke the Diadem from faint Henries head.
And wring the awefull Scepter from his Fill,
Were he as famous, and as bold in Warre,
As he is fam'd for MildnefTe, Peace,and Prayer.
Rich. I know it well Lord Warwick, blame me not,
'Tis loue I beare thy glories make me fpeake :
But in this troublous time, what's to be done ?
Shall we go throw away our Coates of Steele,
And wrap our bodies in blacke mourning Gownes,
Numb'ring our Aue-Maries with our Beads ?
Or fhall we on the Helmets of our Foes
Tell our Deuotion with reuengeftill Armes ?
If for the laft, fay I, and to it Lords.
IPdr. Why therefore Warwick came to feek you out.
And therefore comes my Brother Mountague :
Attend me Lords, the proud infulting Queene,
With Clifford, and the haught Northumberland,
And of their Feather, many moe proud Birds,
Haue wrought the ealie-melting King, like Wax.
He fwore confent to your Succeffion,
His Oath enrolled in the Parliament.
And now to London all the crew are gone.
To fruftrate both his Oath,and what befide
May make againft the houfe of Lancafter.
Their power (I thinke)is thirty thoufand ftrong :
Now, if the helpe of Norfolke,and my fclfe.
With all the Friends that thou braue Earle of March,
Among'ft the louing Wellhmen can'ft procure.
Will but amount to flue and twenty thoufand.
Why Via, to London will we march.
And once againe, beftride our foaming Steeds,
And once againe cry Charge vpon our Foes,
But neuer once againe turne backe and flye.
Rich. I, now me thinks I heare great Warwick fpeak;
Ne're may he line to fee a Sun-lhine day.
That cries Retire, if Warwicke bid him ftay.
Ed. Lord Warwicke, on thy Ihoulder will I leane.
And when thou failft( as God forbid the houre)
Muft Edward fall, which perill heauen forefend.
War. No longer Earle of March,but Duke of Yorke:
The next degree, is Englands Royall Throne :
For King of England lhalt thou be proclaim'd
In euery Burrough as we pafle along.
And he that throwes not vp his cap for ioy.
Shall for the Fault make forfeit of his head.
King Edward, valiant IRichard Mountague :
Stay we no longer, dreaming of Renowne,
But found the Trumpets,and about our Taske.
Rich. Then Clifford, were thy heart as hard as Steele,
As thou haft Ihewne it flintie by thy deeds,.
1 come to pierce it, or togiue thee mine.
£<f.Then ftrike vp Drums, God and S.George for vs.
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Enter a c^ejfenger,
JVar, How now? what newes ?
MeJ. The Duke of Norfoike fends you word by me,
The ^ueene is comming with a puiflant Hoaft,
And craues your company, for fpeedy counfell.
War. Why then it forts, braue Warriors, let*s away.
Exeunt Omnes.
Flourifi^ Snter the Kingythe ¿^wenty Cliffordy Northum-
andTong E rince y fvïth Drumme and
T^rumpettei.
¿lu. Welcome my Lord, to this braue town of Yorke,
Yonders the head of that Arch-enemy,
That fought to be incompaft with your Crowne.
Doth not the obieél cheere your heart,my Lord.
AT. l,as the rockescheare them that feare their wrack,
To fee this fight, it irkes my very foule :
With-hold reuenge (deere God) 'tis not my fault.
Nor wittingly haue 1 infring'd my Vow.
Clif. My gracious Liege, this too much lenity
And harmful! pitty muft be layd afide :
To whom do Lyons caft their gentle Lookesf
Not to the Beaá, that would vfurpe their Den.
Whofe hand is that the Forreft Bearedoth licke ?
Not his that fpoyles her yong before her face.
Who fcapes the lurking Serpents mortall fting?
Not he that fets his foot vpon her backe.
The fmalleft Wörme will turne, being troden on.
And Doues will pecke in fafegard of their Brood.
Ambitious Yorke, did leuell at thy Crowne,
Thou fmiling, while he knit his angry browes.
He but a Duke, would haue his Sonne a King,
And raife his ilTue like a louing Sire.
Thou being a King, bleft with a goodly fonne,
Did'ft yeeld confent to diiinherit him :
Which argued thee a moft vnlouing Father.
Vnreafonable Creatures feed their young,
And though mans face be fearefull to their eyes.
Yet in protection of their tender ones.
Who hath not feene them euen with thofe wings,
Which fometime they haue vs'd with fearfull flight,
Make warre with him that climb'd vnto their neft.
Offering their owne iiues in their yongs defence?
For ihame,my Liege, make them your Prefident:
Were it not pitty that this goodly Boy
Should loofe his Birth—right by his Fathers fault.
And long heereafter fay vnto his childe,
What my great Grandfather, and Grandfire got.
My carelelie Father fondly gaue away.
Ah, what a ihame were this? Looke on the Boy,
And let his manly face, which promifeth
Succeffefull Fortune fteele thy melting heart,
To hold thine owne,and leaue thine owne with him.
King. Full well hath Clifford plaid the Orator,
Inferring arguments of mighty force :
But Clifford tell me, did'ft thou neuer heare.
That things ill got, had euer bad fucceffe.
And happy alwayes was it for that Sonne,
Whofe Father for his hoording went to hell :
He leaue my Sonne my Vertuous deeds behinde.
And would my Father had left me no more :
For all the reft is held at fuch a Rate,
As brings a thoufand fold more care to keepe^
Then in poffeffion any iot of pleafure.
Ah Cofin Yorke, would thy beft Friends did know.
How it doth greeue me that thy head is heere.
Qu.My Lord cheere vp your fpirits, our foes are nye,
And this foft courage makes your Followers faint :
You promift Knighthood to our forwardTonne,
Vniheath your fword,and dub him prefentiy.
EdTxardyknttlt downe.
King, Edward Plantagenety ariiè a Knight,
And learne this Leflbn; Draw thy Sword in right.
Prin* My gracious Father, by your Kingly leaue,
He draw it as Apparant to the Crowne,
And in that quarrell, vfe it to the death.
Clif» Why that is fpoken like a toward Prince.
Enter a Meffenger,
Mejf. Royall Commanders, be in readinefle.
For with a Band of thirty thoufand men^
Comes Warwicke backing of the Duke of Yorke,
And in the Townes as they do march along,
Proclaimes him King, and many flye to him,
Darraigne your battel), for they are at hand.
Clif. I would your Highncffe would depart the field.
The Qv^eene hath beft fucceffe when you are abfent.
¿Ig. 1 good my Lord, and leaue vs to our Fortune.
King. Why, that's my fortune too, therefore He ftay.
North. Be it with refolution then to fight.
Prtn, My Royal! Father, cheere thefe Noble Lords,
And hearten thofe that fight in your defence:
Vniheath your Sword,good Father: Cry S.George.
March, Enter Edwardy Warwic^Cy Richardy Clarencey
Norfoll^yMountagueyand Soldiers.
Edvp. Now periur'd Henryy wilt thou kneel for grace?
And fet thy Diadem vpon my head?
Or bide the mortall Fortune of the field.
Qu, Go rate thy Minions, proud infulting Boy,
Becomes it thee to be thus bold in termes.
Before thy Soueraigne,and thy lawfull King ?
£d. 1 am his King, and he ihould bow his knee :
I was adopted Heire by bis confent.
Cla. Since when,his Oath is broke: for as 1 heare.
You that are King, though he do weare the Crowne,
Haue caus'd him by new ACt of Parliament,
To blot out me, and put his owne Sonne in.
Clif. And reafon too.
Who ihould fucceede the Father, but the Sonne.
Ricb^ Are you there Butcher? 0,1 cannot fpeake.
Clif. I Crooke-backjhere I ftand to anfwer thee,
Or any he, the proudeft of thy fort.
Rich. *Twas you that kili'd yong Rutland,was it not?
Olif. I,and old Yorke,and yet not fatisfied.
Rich. For Gods fake Lords giue fignall to the fight.
War. What fay'ftfthou Henry,
Wilt thou yeeld the Crowne? (you fpeak?
ßtt. Why how now long-tongu'd Warwicke, dare
When you and I, met at S.^lhons laft.
Your legges did better feruice then your hands.
iFar, Then 'twas my turne to fly, and now 'tis thine :
C/ifi You faid fo much before, and yet you fled.
War. 'Twas not yout valor Clifford droue me thence.
iYör.No,nor your manhood that dürft make you ftay.
Rich. Northumberland,! hold thee reuercntly,
Breake off the parley,for fcarfe I can refraine
The execution of my big-fwolne heart
Vpon that CliffordyX.hzt cruell Child-killer.
Clif. I flew thy Father,cal'ft thou him a Child ?
Rich,
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Rich. 1 like a Dailard^and a treacherous Coward,
As thou didd'il kill our tender Brother Rutland,
But ere Sunfet, lie make thee curfe the deed.
King* Haue Hone with words (my Lords) and heare
me fpeake.
Qu. Defie them then, or els hold clofe thy lips.
King. I prythee giue no limits to my Tongue,
1 am a King, and priuiledg*d to ipeake.
C/if.My Liege,the wound that bred this meeting here,
Cannot be cur'd by Words,therefore be ftill.
Rich. Then Executioner vnfheath thy fword :
By him that made vs all, I am refoluM,
That Cliffords Manhood,lyes vpon his tongue.
Ed. Say HenryyùidW 1 haue my right,or no:
A thoufand men haue broke their Fafts to day,
That ne're lhall dine, vnlelTe thou yeeld the Crowne.
IKar, If thou deny, their Blood vpon thy head.
For Yorke in iuftice put's his Armour on.
Pr.Ed, If that be right, which Warwick faies is right,
There is no wrong,but euery thing is right.
IKar. Who euer got thee, there thy Mother ftands.
For well I wot,thou haft thy Mothers tongue.
¿lu. But thou art neyther like thy Sire nor Damme,
But like a foule miíhapen Stygmaticke,
Mark'd by the Deftinies to be auoided,
As venóme Toades, or Lizards dreadfull ftings.
^cb. Iron of Naples, hid with Englifti gilt,
Whofe Father beares the Title of a King,
(As if a Channell ihould be call'd the Sea)
Sham'ft thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
To let thy tongue dete^ thy bafe-borne heart.
Sd. A wifpe of ftraw were worth a thoufand Crowns,
To make this ihamelefle Callet know her felfe :
Helen of Greece was fayrcr farre then thou,
Although thy Husband may be Menelaus
And ne're was Agamemnons Brother wrong'd
By that falfe Woman,as this King by thee.
His Father reucl'd in the heart of France,
And tam'd the King,and made the Dolphin ftoope:
And had he match'd according to his State,
He might haue kept that glory to this day.
But when he tooke a begger to his bed.
And grac'd thy poore Sire with his Bridall day,
Euen then that Sun-ftiine brew'd a ihowre for him.
That waiht his Fathers fortunes forth of France,
And heap'd fedition on his Crowne at home :
For what hath broach'd this tumult but thy Pride ?
Had'ft thou bene meeke,our Title ftill had ilept,
And we in pitty of the Gentle King,
Had llipt our Claime, vntill another Age.
C/j.But when we faw, our Sunihine made thy Spring,
And that thy Summer bred vs no increafe.
We fet the Axe to thy vfurping Roote :
And though the edge hath fomething hit our felues.
Yet know thou, fince we haue begun to ftrike,
Wee'l neuer leaue, till we haue hewne thee downe.
Or bath'd thy growing, with our heated bloods.
Edxv. And in this refolution, I defie thee.
Not willing any longer Conference,
Since thou denied'ft the gentle King to fpeake.
Sound Trumpets, let our bloody Colours waue,
And either ViÄorie, or elfe a Graue.
Stay Edward.
Ed. No wrangling Woman, wee'l no longer ftay,
Thefe words will coft ten thoufand hues this day.
Exeunt omnes.
Alarum. Excurfions. Enter TVarwkl^.
War, Fore-fpent with Toile, as Runners with a Race,
I lay me downe a little while to breath :
For ftrokes receiu'd,and many blowes repaid,
Haue robb'd my ftrong knit finewes of their ftrength,
And fpight of Ipight, needs muft I reft a-while.
Enter Edward running.
Ed. Smile gentle heauen, or ftrike vngentle death,
For this world frownes, and Sdwards Sunne is clowded.
War^ How now my Lord, what happe? what hope of
good?
Enter Clarence.
Cla. Our hap is lofie, our hope but fad difpaire.
Our rankes are broke, and ruine followes vs.
What counfaile giue you? whether ihall we flye?
Ed. BootleíTe is flight, they follow vs with Wings,
And weake we are,and cannot ihun purfuite.
Enter Richard.
Rych. Ah Warwicke, why haft y withdrawn thy felfe?
Thy Brothers blood the thirfty earth hath drunk,
Broach'd with the Steely point of Cliffords Launce :
And in the very pangs of death, he cryde,
Like to a difmall Clangor heard from farre,
Warwicke, reuengej Brother,reuenge my death.
So vnderneath the belly of their Steeds,
That ftain'd their Fetlockes in his fmoaking blood,
The Noble Gentleman gaue vp the ghoft.
War. Then let the earth be drunken with our blood;
He kill my Horfe,becaufe I will not flye :
Why ftand we like foft-hearted women beere,
Wayling our loifes,whiles the Foe doth Rage,
And looke vpon, as if the Tragédie
Were plaid in ieft, by counterfeiting Adtors.
Heere on my knee, I vow to God aboue.
He neuer pawfe againe, neuer ftand ftill.
Till either death hath clos'd thefe eyes of mine,
Or Fortune giuen me meafure ofReuenge.
Ed. Oh Warwicke, I do bend my knee with thine,
And in this vow do chaine my foule to thine:
And ere my knee rife from the Earths cold face,
I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee.
Thou fetter vp, and plucker downe of Kings:
Befeeching thee (if with thy will it ftands)
That to my Foes this body muft be prey.
Yet that thy brazen gates of heauen may ope.
And giue fweet paiîage to my finfull foule.
Now Lords, take leaue vntill we meete againe,
Where ere it be, in heauen,or in earth.
Rich. Brother,
Giue me thy hand, and gentle Warwicke,
Let me imbrace thee in my weary armes :
I that did neuer weepe, now melt with wo.
That Winter fliould cut off our Spring-time fo.
War. Away,away:
Once more fweet Lords farwell.
Cla. Yet let vs altogether to our Troopes,
And giue them leaue to flye, that will not ftay:
And call them Pillars that will ftand to vs :
And if we thriue, promife them fuch rewards
As Victors weare at the Olympian Games.
This may plant courage in their quailing breafts,
For yet is hope of Life and Viélory :
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Forellow no longer, make we hence amaine. Exeunt
Sxcurßons. Enter Richard and Clifford.
Rich. Now Clffordyl haue fingled thee alone,
Suppofe this arme is for the Duke of Yorke,
And this for Rutland, both bound to reuenge,
Wer't thou inuiron'd with a Brazen wall.
Clify Now Richard^l am with thee heerealone,
This is the hand that ftabbM thy Father Yorke,
And this the hand, that flew thy Brother Rutland,
And here's the heart, that triumphs in their death,
And cheeres thcfe hands, that flew thy Sire and Brother,
To execute the like vpon thy felfe.
And fo haue at thee.
They Eighty fVarrpic^e comes, Clifford flies.
Rich. Nay Warwicke, fingle out iome other Chace,
For I my feife will hunt this Wolfe to death. Exeunt.
tAlarum. Enter King Henry alone.
Hen. This battell fares like to the mornings Warre,
When dying clouds contend, with growing light,
What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes,
Can neither call it perfect day, nor night.
Now fwayes it this way, like a Mighty Sea,
Forc'd by the Tide, to combat with the Winde :
Now fwayes it that way, like the felfe-fame Sea,
ForcM to retyre by furie of the Winde.
Sometime, the Flood preuailesj and than the Winde :
Now, one the better : then, another beft ;
Both tugging to be Victors, breft to breft:
Yet neither Conqueror, nor Conquered.
So is the equall poife of this fell Warre.
Heere on this Mole-hill will I fit me downe,
To whom God will, there be the Vi^torie:
For <îMargaret my Queene,and Clifford too
Haue chid me from the Battell : Swearing both.
They profper beil of all when 1 am thence.
Would I were dead, if Gods good will were fo 5
For what is in this world, but Greefe and Woe,
Oh God! me thinkes it were a happy life,
To be no better then a homely Swaine,
To fit vpon a hill, as I do now,
To carue out Dialls queintly, point by point,
Thereby to fee the Minutes how they runne :
How many makes the Houre full compleate.
How many Houres brings about the Day,
How many Dayes will finiih vp the Yeare,
How many Yeares, a Mortall man may Hue.
When this is knowne, then to diuide the Times:
So many Houres, muft I tend my Flocke;
So many Houres, muft I take my Reft :
So many Houres, muft I Contemplate :
So many Houres, muft 1 Sport my felfe :
So many Dayes, my Ewes haue bene with yong:
So many weekes, ere the poore Fooles will Eane:
So many yeares, ere I fliall flieere the Fleece :
So Minutes, Houres, Dayes, Monthes,and Yeares,
Paft ouer to the end they were created,
Would bring white haires, vnto a Quiet graue.
Ah! what a life were this? How fweet? how louely?
Giues not the Hawthorne buih a fweeter ihade
To Shepheards, looking on their filly Sheepe,
Then doth a rich Imbroider'd Canopie
To Kings, that feare their Subiedts treacherie í
Oh yes, it doth; a thoufand fold it doth.
And to conclude, the Shepherds homely Curds,
His cold thinne drinke out of his Leather Bottle,
His wonted fleepe, vnder a frefli trees fliade,
All which fccure, and fweetly he enioye^
Is farre beyond a Princes Delicates :
His Viands fparkling in a Golden Cup,
His bodie couched in a curious bed.
When Care, Miftruft, and Treafon waits on him.
Alarum. Enter a Sonne that hath f^ilPd his Father, at
one doore : and a Father that hath kilPd hü Sonne at anO'
ther doore.
Son, III blowes the winde that proflts no body.
This man whom hand to hand 1 flew in light.
May be poflTefted with fome ftore of Crownes,
And I that (haply) take them from him now.
May yet (ere night) yeeld both my Life and them
To fome man elfe, as this dead man doth me.
Who's this? Oh God! It is my Fathers face.
Whom in this ConflidI,! (vnwaTes)haue kill'd :
Oh heauy timesj begetting fuch Euents.
From London, by the King was I preft forth,
My Father being the Earle of Warwickes man.
Came on the part of Yorke, preft by his Matter :
And I, who at his hands receiu'd my life,
Haue by my hands, of Life bereaued him.
Pardon me God, I knew not what I did :
And pardon Father, for I knew not thee.
My Teares lhall wipe away thefe bloody markes :
And no more words, till they haue flow'd their fill.
King. O pitteous fpeflacle! O bloody Times 1
Whiles Lyons Warre,and battaile for their Dennes,
Poore harmlefle Lambes abide their enmity.
Weepe wretched man : He ayde thee Teare for Teare,
And let our hearts and eyes, like Ciuill Warre,
Be blinde with teares,and break ore^charg'd with griefe
Enter Father, hearing of hü Sonne.
Fa. Thou that fo ftoutly hath refilled me,
Giue me thy Gold, if thou haft any Gold :
For I haue bought it with an hundred blowes.
But let me fee : Is this our Foe-mans fiice,^
Ah, no,no,no, it is mine onely Sonne.
Ah Boy, if any life be left in thee.
Throw vp thine eye : fee, fee, what ihowres arife,
Blowne with the windie Tempeft of my heart,
Vpon thy wounds, that killes mine Eye,and Heart.
0 pitty God, this miferable Age !
What Stragemsi how fell? how Butcherly?
Erreoneous, mutinous, and vnnaturall.
This deadly quarrell daily doth beget ^
O Boy! thy Father gaue thee life too foone.
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late.
King.VPo aboue wo:greefe, more the common greefe
O that my death would ftay thefe ruthfull deeds:
O pitty, pitty, gentle heauen pitty:
The Red Rofe and the White are on his face.
The fatall Colours of our ftriuing Houfes :
The one, his purple Blood right well refembles,
The other his pale Cheekes(me thinkes)prefenteth s
Wither one Rofe, and let the other flourifh :
If you contend, a thoufand Hues muft wither.
Son, How will my Mother, for a Fathers death
Take on with me, and neVe be fatisft'd ?
Fa, How will my Wife, for (laughter of my Sonne,
Shed feas of Teares, and ne're be fatisfi'd ?
King.Hovf will the Country, for thefe wofiil chances,
Mif-thinke
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Mifothinke the K.Íng, and not be fatisñed ^
Son* Was euer fonne, fo rew*d a Fathers death ?
Fatb, Was euet Father fo bemoan"d his Sonne ?
Hen* Was euer King fo greeu'd for Subiedts woe ?
Much is your forrow; Mine, ten rimes fo much.
Son. lie beare thee hence, where 1 may weepe my hll.
Fath.Theit armes of mine fhall be thy winding iheet:
My heart (fweet Boy) ihall be thy Sepulcher,
For from my heart, thine Image ne're /hall go.
My fighing breil, ihall be thy Funerall bell 3
And fo obfequious will thy Father be,
Men for the lofle of thee,hauing no more,
As Friam was for all his Valiant Sonnes,
Ile beare thee hence,and let them ñght that will,
For I haue murthered where 1 ihould not kill. Exit
Hen, Sad-hearted-men, much ouergone with Care}
Heere fits a King, more wofull then you are.
Alarums. Excurftons. Enter the Flueen^tbe
Princeyand Exeter.
Prtn. Fly Father,flye : for all your Friends are fled.
And Warwicke rages like a chafed Bull :
Away, for death doth hold vs in purfuite.
Mount you my Lord, towards Barwicke poft
maine :
Edward ind Richard like a brace of Grey-hounds,
Hauing the fearfull flying Hare in fight,
With fiery eyeSjfparkling for very wrath.
And bloody fleele grafpt in their yrefull hands
Are at our backes,and therefore hence amaine.
Sxet. Away : for vengeance comes along with them.
Nay, flay not to expoftulate, make fpeed,
Or clfe come after. He away before.
Hen. Nay take me with thee,good fweet Exeter:
Not that I feare to flay, but loue to go
Whether the Queene intends. Forward, away. Exeunt
tA lowd alarum. Enter Clifford Wounded.
Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out; I, heere it dies.
Which whiles it lafled, gaue King Henry light.
0 Lancafler! I feare thy ouerthrow.
More then my Bodies parting with my Soule :
My Loue and Feare, glewM many Friends to thee.
And now I fall. Thy tough Commixtures melts,
Impairing Henry^ ftrength'ning mifproud Yorke;
And whether flye the Gnats, but to the Sunne?
And who ihines now, but Henries Enemies ?
0 Phœbus! had'fl thou neuer giuen confent.
That Phaeton /hould checke thy fiery Steeds,
Thy burning Carre neuer had icorch'd the earth.
And Henryy had'fl thou fway^d as Kings ihould do.
Or as thy Father, and his Father did,
Giuing no ground vnto the houfe of Yorke,
They neuer then had fprung like Sommer Flyes:
I, and ten thoufand in this lucklefle Realme,
Hed left no mourning "Widdowes for our death.
And thou this day, had'fl kept thy Chaire in peace.
For what doth cherriih Weeds, but gentle ayre?
And what makes Robbers bold, but too much lenity f
Bootlefle are Plaints,and Curelefle are my Wounds :
No way to flye, nor flrength to hold out flight:
The Foe is mercilelTe, and will not pitty :
For at their hands I haue deferuM no pitty.
The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds,
And much eifufe of blood, doth make me faint:
Come Yorkcy^eid RicbardyWarwicliey^nd the reft,
I ftab'd your Fathers bofomes; Split my brefl.
Alarum & Retreat. Enter Edward^\Yarrpici(eyRichardy and
Soldiersy Montague, & Clarence.
Ei/.Now breath we Lords, good fortune bids vs paufe,
And fmooth the frownes of War, with peacefull lookes :
Some Troopes purfue the bloody-minded Queene,
That led calme Henry, though he were a King,
As doth a Saile, fill'd with a fretting Guft
Command an Argofie to flemme the Waues.
But thinke you( Lords)that Clifford fled with them ?
War. No, 'tis impofsible he ihould efcape:
(For though before his face 1 fpeake the words)
Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue,
And wherefoere he is, hee's furely dead. Qlfford granes
R/Vi>.Whofe foule is that which takes hir heauy leaue?
A deadly gronc, like life and deaths departing.
See who it is.
Ed. And now the Battailes ended,
If Friend or Foe, let him be gently vfed.
Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy, for'tis Clifford,
Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch
In hewing Rutland, when his leaues put forth.
But fet his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote,
From whence that tender fpray did fweetly fpring,
I meane our Princely Father,Duke of Yorke.
War. From off the gates of Yorke, fetch down y head.
Your Fathers head, which Clifford placed there :
In ftead whereof, let this fupply the roome,
Meafure for meafure, miift be anfwered.
jEi/.Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our houfe,
That nothing fung but death, to vs and ours :
Now death /hall flop his difmall threatning found.
And his ill-boading tongue, no more fhall fpeake.
War. I thinke is vnderftanding is bereft:
Speake ClifforàydoiX thou know who fpeakes to thee ?
Darke cloudy death ore-/hades his beames of life.
And he nor fees, nor heares vs,what we fay.
Rich. O would he did, and fo (perhaps )he doth,
'Tis but his policy to counterfet,
Becaufe he would auoid fuch bitter taunts
Which in the time of death he gaue our Father.
Cla. If fo thou think'ft,
Vex him with eager Words.
Rich. Clifford, Oi%ke mercy, and obtaine no grace.
Ed, repent in bootlefle penitence.
War. Ciiffordy deuife excufes for thy faults.
Cla. While we deuife fell Tortures for thy faults.
Rich. Thou didd'fl loue Yorke, and I am fon to Yorke.
Edvp. Thou pittied'ft Rutland,! will pitty thee;
Cla. Where's Captaine <fMargaret,X.o fence you now?
War. They mocke thee Clifford,
Sweare as thou was't wont.
R/V. What, not an Oath? Nay then the world go's hard
When Clifford cannot fpare his Friends an oath :
I know by that he's dead,and by my Soule,
If this right hand would buy two houres life,
That I(in all defpight) might rayle at him,
This hand ihould chop it off': & with the iffuing Blood
Stifle the Villaine, whofe vnftanched thirft
Yorke,and yong Rutland could not fatisfie
War. I, but he's dead. Of with the Traitors head,
A/id reare it in the place your Fathers flands.
And now to London with Triumphant march,
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158 The third Tart of i^ing Henry the Sixt.
There to be crowned Englands Royall King :
From whence, ihall Warwicke cut the Sea to France,
And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene :
So ihalt thou iinow both thefe Lands together,
And hauing France thy Friend, thou ihalt not dread
The fcattred Foe, that hopes to rife againe :
For though they cannot greatly fting to hurt,
Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares :
Firft, will I fee the Coronation,
And then to Britanny lie croffe the Sea,
To effeft this marriage, fo it pleafe my Lord.
Sd. Euen as thou wilt fweet Warwicke, let it bee :
For in thy ihoulder do 1 builde my Seate;
And neuer will I vndertake the thing
Wherein thy counfaile and confent is wanting:
'^cbardjl will create thee Duke of Gloucefter,
And George of Clarence j Wartvicke as our Seife,
Shall do, and vndo as him pleafeth beff.
Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Glofter,
For Glofters Dukedome is too ominous.
War, Tut, that's a fooliih obferuation :
Richardt be Duke of Glofter : Now to London,
To fee thefe Honors in poffeflion. Exeunt
Enter Sin^Oyand Humfrey^tvîtb Crojfe-botves
in tbeir bands.
(our felues:
Sin}^. Vnder this thicke growne brake, wee'l Ihrowd
For through this Laund anon the Deere will come,
And in this couert will we make our Stand,
Culling the principall of all the Deere.
Hum. lie ftay aboue the hill, fo both may ihoot.
Sin}{. That cannot be, the noife of thy Croffe-bow
Will fcarre the Heard,and fo my ihoot is loft:
Heere ftand we both, and ayme we at the beft :
And for the time ihall not feeme tedious.
He tell thee what befell me on a day.
In this felfe-place, where now we meane to ftand.
Sin}^. Heere comes a man, let's ftay till he be paft:
Enter tbe King veitb a Prayer boof^e.
Hen. From Scotland am I ftolne euen of pure loue.
To greet mine owne Land with my wiihfull fight :
No Harry^Harryy 'tis no Land of thine.
Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee,
Thy Balme waiht off, wherewith thou was Annointed :
No bending knee will call thee Cafar now.
No humble futers preafe to fpeake for right :
No, not a man comes for redreffe of thee :
For how can I helpe them,and not my felfe?
Sinl^. I, heere's a Deere, whofe skin's a Keepers Fee :
This is the quondam King j Let's feize vpon him.
Hen. Let me embrace the fower Aduerfaries,
For Wife men fay, it is the wifeft courfe.
Hum. Why linger we? Let vs lay hands vpon him.
Sin}^. Forbeare a-while,wee'l heare a little more.
Hen. My Queene and Son are gone to France for aid:
And (as I heare)the great Commanding Warwicke
I: thither gone,to craue the French Kings Sifter
To wife for Edtvard, If this newes be true,
Poore Qu^eene,and Sonne,your labour is but loft:
For Warwicke is a fubtle Orator :
And hevcU a Prince foone wonne with mouing words:
By this account then, Margaret may winne him.
For ihe's a woman to be pittied much ;
Her fighes will make a batt'ry in his breft.
Her teares will pierce into a Marble heart :
The Tyger will be milde, whiles Ihe doth mourne 5
And Hero will be tainted with remorfe,
To heare and fee her plaints, her BriniihTeares.
I, but Ihee's come to begge, Warwicke to giue :
Shee on his left fide, crauing ayde for Henrie 5
He on his right, asking a wife for Edtvard.
Shee Weepes, and fayes, her Henry is depos'd:
He Smiles, and fayes, his Ed-ward is inftaul'd ;
That ihe (poore Wretch) for greefe can fpeake no more:
Whiles Warwicke tels his Title, fmooths the Wrong,
Inferreth arguments of mighty ftrength,
And in conclufion winnes the King from her.
With promife of his Sifter, and what elfe.
To ftrengthen and fupport King Edwards place.
O Margaret y thus 'twill be, and thou (poore foule)
Art then forfaken,as thou went'ft forlorne.
Hum. Say, what art thou talk'ft of Kings & Queens?
King.Mort then I feeme,and leffe then I was born to:
A man at leaft, for leffe I ihould not be :
And men may talke of Kings,and why not I ?
Hum* I, but thou talk'ft, as if thou wer't a King»
King. Why fo I am (in Minde)and that's enough.
Hum. But if thou be a King, where is thy Crowne?
King, My Crowne is in my heart,not on my head:
Not deck'd with Diamonds,and Indian ftones:
Nor to be feene : my Crowne, is call'd Content,
A Crowne it is, that fildome Kings enioy.
Hum. Well, if you be a King crown'd with Content,
Your Crowne Content,and you,muft be contented
To go along with vs. For (as we thinke)
You are the king King Edward hath depos'd:
And we his fubieils, I worne in all Allégeance,
Will apprehend you, as his Enemie.
King. But did you neuer fweare,and breake an Oath.
Hum. No, neuer fuch an Oath, nor will not now.
King.V^\\txt did you dwell when I was K. of England?
Hum. Heere in this Country, where we now remaine.
King. I was annointed King at nine monthes old.
My Father,and my Grandfather were Kings:
And you were fworne true Subiedls vnto me;
And tell me then, haue you not broke your Oathes?
&«.No,for we were Subie£ts,but while you wer king
King. Why? Am I dead? Do I not breath a Man?
Ah fimple men,you know not what you fweare :
Looke, as I blow this Feather from my Face,
And as the Ayre blowes it to me againe,
Obeying with my winde when I do blow,
And yeelding to another, when it blowes,
Commanded alwayes by the greater guft :
Such is the lightneffe of you, common men.
But do not breake your Oathes, for of that finne.
My milde intreatie Ihall not make you guiltie.
Go where you will, the king ftiall be commanded.
And be you kings, command,and He obey.
Sinifo. We are true Subieits to the king.
King Edward.
King. So would you be againe to Henrie,
If he were feated as king Edward is.
SinJ^o. We charge you in Gods name & the Kings,
To go with vs vnto the Officers,
King, In Gods name lead,your Kings name be obeyd,
And what God will,that let your King performe.
And what he will, I humbly yeeld vnto. Exeunt
Enter K.EdwardyGIoßeryClarenceyLady Gray,
King. Brother of Glofter,at S.Albons field
This
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This Ladyes Husband, Sir Richard (7r^,was ilaine,
His Land then feia'd on by the Conqueror,
Her luit is now, to repoíTefle thofe Lands,
Which wee in luftice cannot well deny,
Becaufe in Quarrell of the Houfe of
The worthy Gentleman did lofe his Life.
^'f¿>.Your HighneíTe lhall doe well to graunt her fuit:
It were diihonor to deny it her.
King. It were no leite, but yet lie make a pawfe.
%icb. Yea, is it fo :
I fee the Lady hath a thing to graunt,
Before the King will graunt her humble fuit.
Qlarcnce. Hee knowes the Game, how true hee keepes
the winde f
Rich. Silence.
King. Widow, we will confider of your fuit,
And come feme other time to know our minde.
H^id. Right gracious Lord,I cannot brooke delay:
May it pleafe your Highneite to refolue me now.
And what your pleafure is, ih.ill fatisfíe me.
Rich. I Widow? then He warrant you all your Lands,
And if what pleafes him,ihall pleafure you :
Fight defer, or good faith you'ie catch a Blow.
Clarence. I feare her not,vnlefle ihe chance to fall»
Rich. God forbid that, for hee'le take vantages.
King. How many Children haft thou. Widowf tell
me.
Clarence. I thinke he meanes to begge a Child of her.
Rich. Nay then whip me : hee*le rather giue her two.
JVid. Three,my moft gracious Lord.
Rich. You ihall haue foure, if youUe be ruFd by him.
King. 'Twere pittie they ihould lofe their Fathers
Lands.
îKid. Be pittifull,dread Lord,and graunt it then.
King. Lords giue vs leaue. He trye this Widowes
wit.
Rich. I, good leaue haue you, for you will haue leaue.
Till Youth take leaue,and leaue you to the Crutch.
King. Now tell me, Madame, doe you loue your
Children ?
IVid. I, full as dearely as I loue 'my felfe.
King. And would you not doe much to doe them
good ?
fVid. To doe them good, I would fuftayne fome
härme«
King. Then get your Husbands Lands, to doe them
good.
fVid. Therefore I came vnto your Maieftie.
King. He tell you how thefe Lands are to be got.
fVid. So ihall you bind me to your HighneiTe feruice.
King. What feruice wilt thou doe me,if 1 giue them?
JVid. What you command, that refts in me to doe.
King. But you will take exceptions to my Boone.
0^id. No, gracious Lord, except I cannot doe it.
King. I, but thou canft doe what F meane to aske.
H^id. Why then I will doe what your Grace com¬
mands.
Rich. Hee plyes her hard, and much Raine weares the
Marble.
Ciar, As red as fire f nay then, her Wax muft melt.
Wid. Why ftoppes my Lord ? Ihall I not heare my
Taskc ?
King. An eafie Taske,^tis but to loue a King.
Wid. That's foone performed, becaufe I am a Suhiedf.
King. Why then, thy Husbands Lands 1 freely giue
thee.
Wid. I take my leaue with many thoufand thankes.
Rich. The Match is made,lhee feales it with a Curfie.
King. But ftay thee,'tis the fruits of loue I meane.
Wid. The fruits of Loue, I meane,my louing Liege.
King. I, but I feare me in another fence.
What Loue,think'ft thou, I fue fo much to get?
Wid. My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
That loue which Vertue begges,and Vertue graunts.
King. No,by my troth,I did not meane fuch loue.
Wid. Why then you meane not,as I thought you did.
King. But now you partly may perceiue my minde«
Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue
Your HighneíTe aymes at,if I ayme aright.
King. To tell thee plaine,! ayme to lye with thee.
Wid. To tell you plaine,! had rather lye in Prifon.
King. Why then thou lhalt not haue thy Husbands
Lands.
Wid. Why then mine Honeftie lhall be my Dower,
For by that lolTe,! will not purchafe them.
King. Therein thou wrong'ft thy Children mightily.
Wid. Herein your Highneffe wrongs both them & me:
But mightie Lord, this merry inclination
Accords not with the fadneíTe of my fuit ;
Pleafe you difmiíTe me,eyther with I,or no.
King. I, if thou wilt fay I to my requeft:
No, if thou do'ft fay No to my demand.
Wid. Then No,my Lord:my fuit is at an end.
Rich. The Widow likes him not, Ihee knits her
Browes«
Clarence. Hee is the blunteft Wooer in Chriften-
dome«
King.Htx Looks doth argue her replete with Modefty,
Her Words doth Ihew her Wit incomparable.
All her perfections challenge Soueraigntie,
One way,or other,Ihee is for a King,
And ihee lhall be my Loue, or elfe my Qucene.
Say, that King take thee for his Queene ?
Wid. 'Tis better faid then done,my gracious Lord:
I am a fubieCI fit to ieaft withall,
But farre vnfit to be a Soueraigne.
King. Sweet Widow, by my State I fweare to thee,
I fpeake no more then what my Soule intends,
And that is,to enioy thee for my Loue«
Wid. And that is more then I will yeeld vnto :
I know, I am too meane to be your Queene,
And yet too good to be your Concubine.
King. You cauill,Widow,! did meane my Queene«
JVid. 'Twill grieue your Grace, my Sonnes Ihould call
you Father.
King. No more, then when my Daughters
Call thee Mother.
Thou art a Widow,and thou haft fome Children,
And by Gods Mother,! being but a Batchelor,
Haue other-fome. Why,'tis a happy thing.
To be the Father vnto many Sonnes:
Anfwer no more,for thou ihalt be my Queene.
Rich. The Ghoftly Father now hath done his Shrift,
Clarence.VJhtn hee was made a Shriuer,'twas for Ihifc.
King. Brothers, you mufe what Chat wee two haue
had.
Rich. The Widow likes it not, for Ihee lookes very
fad.
King. You'ld thinke it ftrange, if ! Ihould marrie
her.
Clarence. To who, my Lord f
Kinp. Why Clarence.to my felfe.
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160 'The third Tart of l^ng Henry the Sixt.
Rich. That would be tenne dayes wonder at the lead.
Clarence, That's a day longer then a Wonder lafts.
Rich. By fo much is the Wonder in extremes.
King. Well,ieaft on Brothers: I can tell you both,
Her fuit is graunted for her Husbands Bands.
Enter a Noble man.
Nob. My gracious Lord, Henry your Foe is taken.
And brought your Prifoner to your Pallace Gate.
King. See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower :
And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him.
To queftion of his apprehenfion.
Widow goe you along: Lords vfe her honourable.
Exeunt.
Manet Richard.
Rich. \,EdwardW\\\ vfe Women honourably:
Would he were wafted,Marrow,Bones,and all.
That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may fpring.
To crofle me from the Golden time I looke for :
And yet,betweene my Soules defire,and me.
The luftfull Edwards Title buryed.
Is Clarence, Henry,mi his Sonne young Edward,
And all the vnlook'd-for Iftue of their Bodies,
To take their Roomes, ere I can place my felfe:
A cold premeditation for my purpofe.
Why then I doe but dreameon Soueraigntie,
Like one that ftands vpon a Promontorie,
And fpyes a farre-off fliore, where hee would tread,
Wilhing his foot were equall with his eye,
And chides the Sea, that funders him from thence.
Saying, hee'le lade it dry, to haue his way:
So doe I wifli the Crowne,being fo farre off,
And fo I chide the meanes that keepes me from it.
And fo (I fay) He cut the Caufes off,
Flattering me with impoflibilities :
My Eyes too quicke, my Heart o're-weenes too much,
VnieiTe my Hand and Strength could equall them.
Well,fay there is no Kingdome then for Richard;
What other Pleafure can the World affoord i
He make my Heauen in a Ladies Lappe,
And decke my Body in gay Ornaments,
And 'witch fweet Ladies with my Words and Lookes.
Oh miferable Thought! and more vnlikely.
Then to accomplilh cwentie Golden Crownes.
Why Loue forfwore me in my Mothers Wombe :
And for I fliould not deale in her foft Lawes,
Shee did corrupt frayle Nature with fome Bribe,
To flirinke mine Arme vp like a wither'd Shrub,
To make an enuious Mountaine on my Back,
Where fits Deformitie to mocke my Body ;
To lhape my Legges of an vnequall fize.
To dif-proportion me in euery part:
Like to a Chaos, or an vn-lick'd Beare-wheipe,
That carryes no impreffion like the Damme.
And am 1 then a man to be belou'd.'
Oh monftrous fault, to harbour fuch a thought.
Then fince this Earth aftbords no Joy to me.
But to command, to check,to o're^beare fuch.
As are of better Perfon then my felfe :
He make my Heauen, to dreame vpon the Crowne,
And whiles I liue,t'account this World but Hell,
Vntill my mis-ihap'd Trünke, that beares this Head,
Be round impaled with a glorious Crowne.
And yet I know not how to get the Crowne,
For many Liues ftand betweene me and home :
And I,like one loft in aThornie Wood,
That rents the Thornes,and is rent with the Thornes,
Seeking a way,and ftraying from the way.
Not knowing how to finde the open Ayre,
But toyling defperately to finde it out.
Torment my felfe, to catch the Englifli Crowne :
And from that torment I will free my felfe.
Or hew my way out with a bloody Axe.
Why I can fmile,and murther whiles I fmile.
And cry, Content, to that which grieues my Heart,
And wet my Cheekes with artificiall Teares,
And frame my Face to all occafions.
He drowne more Saylers then the Mermaid ihall.
He Hay more gazers then the Bafiliske,
He play the Orator as well as Neßor,
Deceiue more llyly then Kliffes could.
And like a take another Troy.
I can adde Colours to the Camellón,
Change ihapes with Proteus, for aduantages.
And fet the murtherous oMacbeuill to Schoole.
Can I doe this,and cannot get a Crowne ?
Tut, were it farther off. He plucke it downe. Exit.
Flouriß).
Enter Lewis the French King, his SiBer 'Bona, his
eAdmirall, caW d "Bourbon : Prince Edward,
¿Igeene Margaret, and the Barle of Oxford.
Zswüfits,and rifeth -uf againe.
Lewis. Faire Queene of England, worthy Margaret,
Sit downe with vs : it ill befits thy State,
And Birth, that thou fliould'ft ftand, while irmá doth fit.
Marg. No,mightie King of France : no w
Muft ftrike her fayle,and learne a while to ferue.
Where Kings command. I was (I muft confeffe)
Great Albions Queene,in former Golden dayes:
But now mifchance hath trod my Title downe.
And with dif-honor layd me on the ground.
Where I muft take like Seat vnto my fortune.
And to my humble Seat conforme my felfe.
Lewis. Why fay, faire Queene, whence fprings this
deepe defpaire }
Marg.trom fuch a caufe,as fills mine eyes with teares.
And ftops my tongue, while heart is drown'd in cares.
Lewis, what ere it be, be thou ftill like thy felfe.
And fit thee by our fide. Seats her by him.
Yeeld not thy necke to Fortunes yoake.
But let thy dauntleffe minde ftill ride in triumph,
Ouer all mifchance.
Be plaine,Queene Margaret,3r\i tell thy griefe.
It lhall be eas'd,if France can yeeld reliefe.
Marg. Thofe gracious words
Reuiue my drooping thoughts.
And giue my tongue-ty'd Ibrrowes leaue to fpeake.
Now therefore be it knowne to Noble Lewis,
That Henry, fole poffeffor of my Loue,
Is, of a King, become a banilht man,
And forc'd to Hue in Scotland a Forlorne j
While prowd ambitious Edward,D\sU.e of Yorke,
Vfurpes the Regall Title,and the Scat
Of Englands true anoynted lawfull King.
This is the caufe that I, poore (¿Margaret,
With this my Sonne,Prince Edward,Henries Heire,
Am come to craue thy iuft and lawfull ayde :
And if thou falle vs,all our hope is done.
Scotland hath will to helpe,but cannot helpe :
Our
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Our Peoplcyand our Peeres,are both mis-led^
Our Treafure feiz'dyour Souldiors put to flight,
And (as thou feeñj our felues in heauie plight.
Letfü, Renowned Queene,
With patience calme the Storme,
While we bethinke a meanes to breake it off.
Marg, The more wee flay, the ftronger growes our
Foe.
ÎA^U» The more I ftay, the more He fuccour thee.
Marg^ 0,but impatience waiteth on true forrow»
And fee where comes the breeder of my forrow.
Enter H^arwic^e,
Leroü, What's hee approacheth boldly to our pre-
fence ?
Marg» Our Earle of Warwicke, Edrvards greateft
Friend.
Leteü, Welcome braue iVan»ic}(ey what brings thee
to France? Hee de/cends. Sbee arifetb,
Marg. I now begins a fécond Storme to rife,
For this is hee that moues both Winde and Tyde.
¡Varv, From worthy Edward^Klng of Albion,
My Lord and Soueraigne,and thy vowed Friend,
I come (in Kindnefle, and vnfayned LoueJ
Firft, to doe greetings to thy Royall Perfon,
And then to craue a League of Amitie :
And laftly,to confirme that Amitie
With Nuptiall Knot,if thou vouchfafe to graunt
That vertuous Lady ^ona^thy faire Sifter,
To Englands King, in lawfull Marriage.
Marg, If that goe forward, iie«r/Vj hope is done.
JVartf. And gracious Madame, Speaf^ng to ^ona.
In our Kings behalfe,
I am commanded, with your leaue and fauor.
Humbly to kifle your Hand, and with my Tongue
To tell the paflion of my Soueraignes Heart j
Where Fame,late entring at his heedfull Eares,
Hath plac'd thy Beaufies Image, and thy Vertue.
Marg, King Xeir¿r,and Lady^o«¿2,heare me fpeake,
Before you anfwer JVarvokke, His demand
Springs not from Edrvards welUmeant honeft Loue,
But from Deceit, bred by Neceflicie :
For how can Tyrants fafely gouerne home,
Vnlefle abroad they purchafe great allyance?
To proue him Tyrant, this reafon may fuffice,
That Henry liueth ftíll : but were hee dead.
Yet here Prince Edrvard ftands,King Henries Sonne.
Looke therefore that by this League and Mariage
Thou draw not on thy Danger,and Dis-honor:
For though Vfurpers fway the rule a while.
Yet Heau'ns are iuft,and Time fupprefleth Wrongs»
Warxv, Iniurious ^Margaret.
Edvf. And why not Queene ?
Wdrw. Becaufe thy Father Henry did vfurpe,
And thou no more art Prince,Jthen Ihee is Queene»
Oxf, Then fVar-nk!^ difanulls great lobn of Gaunt,
Which did fubdue the greateft part of Spaine \
And after lobn of Gaunt, Hewry the Fourth,
Whofe Wifdome was a Mirror to the wifeft:
And after that wife ^t'lnctyHenry the Fift,
Who by his Prowefle conquered all France :
From thefe,our Henry lineally defcends.
fVarsc, Oxford^fiove haps it in this fmooth dilcourie.
You told not, how Henry the Sixt hath loft
All that, which Henry the Fift had gotten ;
Me thinkes thefe Peeres of France ihould fmile at that.
But for the reft ; you tell a Pedigree
Of threefcore and two yeeres,a filly time
To make prefcription for a Kingdomes worth.
Oxf. Why canft thou fpeak againft thy Liege,
Whom thou obeyd'ft thirtie and fix yeeres.
And not bewray thy Treafon with a Blufli ?
H^arw, Can Oxfird,that did euer fence the right,
Now buckler Falfehood with a Pedigree?
For lhame leaue Henry,and call Edveard King.
Oxf. Call him my King, by whofe iniurious doome
My elder Brother, the Lord tAubrey Vere
Was done to death ? and more then fo,my Father,
Euen in the downe-fall of his mellow'd yeeres,
When Nature brought him to the doore of Death?
No Warvekky-^nox while Life vpholds this Arme,
This Arme vpholds the Houfe of Lancaßer,
Warre. And I the Houfe of Yori^.
Lenk. Queene Margaret,Vúnct £dvpard,and Oxford,
Vouchfafe at our requeft,to ftand afide,
While I vfe further conference with WartpkJ^e,
They ßand aloofe.
Marg. Heauens graunt, that ÍVartmici^s wordes be¬
witch him not.
Xe», Now WarvekiieyttW me euen vpon thy confcience
Is Sdrvard your true King ? for I were loth
To linke with him,that were not lawfull chofen.
Warvp. Thereon I pawne my Credit, and mine Ho¬
nor.
Lerpts. But is hee gracious in the Peoples eye?
Warvp. The more, that Hehry was vnfortunate,
Lervts. Then further : all diíTembling fet afide,
Tell me for truth, the meafure of his Loue
Vnto our Sifter Bona.
War. Such it feemes,
As may befeeme a Monarch like himfelfe.
My felfe haue often heard him fay,and fweare.
That this his Loue was an externall Plant,
Whereof the Root was fixt in Vertues ground,
The Leaues and Fruit maintain'd with Beauties Sunne,
Exempt from Enuy,but not from Difdaine,
Vfileife the Lady ^ona quit his paine.
Levpù. Now Sifter, let vs heare your firme refolue.
Bona. Your graunt,or your denyall,ihaU be mine.
Yet I confeire,that often ere this day, Speal^s to War.
When I haue heard your Kings deiert recounted,
Mine eare hath tempted iudgement to defire.
Lerpie. Then WarvpkJ^e, th\x%\
Our Sifter /hall be Edrrards.
And now forthwith /hall Articles be drawne.
Touching the loynture that your King muft make,
Which with her Dowrie lhall be counter-poys'di
Draw neere,Queene Margaret,and be a witne/Te,
That'Bona fhall be Wife to the Englilh King.
Pr.Edvp. To Edward, but not to the EngU/h King.
Marg. Deceitfull PVarwki^,'\t was thy deuice.
By this alliance to make void my fuit :
Before thy comming, Xew^ was Hrwr/« friend.
Lewie. And ftill is friend to him,and Margaret,
But if your Title to the Crowne be weake,
As may appeare by Edwards good fucce/Te ;
Then 'tis but reafon, that I be released
From gluing ayde, which late I promifed.
Yet /hall you haue all kindnefle at my hand.
That your Eftate requires,and mine can yeeld.
Warw. Henry now Hues in Scotland,at his eafe;
Where
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Where hauing nothing; nothing can he lofe.
And as for you your felfe (our quondam Queene)
You haue a Father able to maintaine you,
And better 'twere, you troubled him, then France.
Mar. Peace impudent, and fliamelefle Warwicke,
Proud fetter vp, and puller downe of Kings,
I will not hence, till with my Talke and Teares
(Both full of Truth) I make King Lewis behold
Thy Ilye conueyance,and thy Lords lalfe loue,
Toß blowing a borne Within.
For both of you are Birds of felfe-fame Feather.
Lewes, Warwicke,this is fome pofte to vs, or thee.
Bnter the Poße,
Poß, My Lord AmbaiTador,
Thefe Letters are for you. Speal^s to Warwicl^y
Sent from your Brother Marquefle Montague,
Thefe from our King,vnto your Maiefty, To Lewis,
And Madam, thefe for you: To Margaret
From whom, I know not.
They all reade their Letters,
Oxf. 1 like it well, that our faire Queene and Miftris
Smiles at her newes, while fVarwicl^e frownes at his.
Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis ftampes as he were
netled. I hope, all's for the beft.
Lew, Warwicke,what are thy Newest
And yours, faire Queene.
Mar. Mine fuch,asfill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes.
War, Mine full of forrow, and hearts difcontent.
Lew, What? has your King married the Lady
And now to footh your Forgery, and his,
Sends me a Paper to perfwade me Patience ?
Is this th'AlIiance that he feekes with France ?
Dare he prefume to fcorne vs in this manner?
Mar. I told your Maiefty as much before :
This proueth Edwards Loue, and Warwickes honefty.
War, King LewiSy I heere proteft in fight of heauen,
And by the hope I haue of heauenly bliíTe,
That I am cleere from this mifdeed of Edwards *y
No more my King,for he dilhonors me,
But moft himfelfe, if he could fee his lhame.
Did I forget, that by the Houfe of Yorke
My Father came vntimely to his death ?
Did I let paiTe th'abufe done to my Neece ?
Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne f
Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right ?
And am J guerdon'd at the laft, with Shame ?
Shame on himfelfe, for my Defert is Honor.
And to repaire my Honor loft for him,
I heere renounce him,and returne to Henry,
My Noble Queene, let former grudges paiTe,
And henceforth, I am thy true oeruitour :
I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Tonoy
And replant Henry in his former ftate.
çMar, Warwicke,
Thefe words haue turn'd my Hate, to Loue,
And I forgiue, and quite forget old faults.
And ioy that thou becom'ft King Henries Friend.
War. So much his Friend, I,his vnfained Friend,
That if King Lewis vouchfafe to furnilh vs
With fome few Bands of chofen Soldiours,
He vndertake to Land them on our Coaft,
And force the Tyrant from his feat by Warre,
'Tis not his new-made Bride ftiall fuccour him.
And as for Clarence, as my Letters tell me,
Hee's very likely now to fall from him,
For matching more for wanton Luft, then Honor,
Or then for ftrength and fafety of our Country.
'Pona. Deere Brother, how Ihall Bona be reueng'd.
But by thy helpe to this diftrefled Queene?
Mar, Renowned Prince, how /hall Poore Henry liue,
Vnlefle thou refcue him from foule difpaire ?
Bona. My quarrel, and this Englifli Queens, are one.
War, And mine faire Lady ^o«<2,ioynes wdth yours.
Lew, And mi ne, with hers, and thine, and Margarets,
Therefore, at laft, I firmely am refolu'd
You ihall haue ayde.
Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all, at once.
Lew. Then Englands MeíTenger,returne in Pofte,
And tellfalfe Sdwardy thy fuppofed King,
That Lewis of France, is fending ouer Maskers
To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
Thou feeft what's paft,go feare thy King withall.
Bona. Tell him,in hope hee'l proue a widower Aortly,
I weare the Willow Garland for his fake.
Mar, Tell him, my mourning weeds are layde alide.
And I am ready to put Armor on.
War, Tell him from me, that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore He vn-Crowne him, er't be long.
There's thy reward, be gone. Exit Poß,
Lew, But Warwicke,
Thou and Oxford, with fiue thoufand men
Shall crofte the Seas, and bid falfe Edward battaile:
And as occafion ferues, this Noble Queen
And Prince, ftiall follow with a frelh Supply.
Yet ere thou go, but anfwer me one doubt ;
What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty?
War, This lhall aflure my confiant Loyalty,
That if our Queene, and this young Prince agree,
He ioyne mine eldeft daughter,and my Ioy,
To him forthwith, in holy Wedlocke bands.
Mar. Yes, I agree,and thanke you for your Motion.
Sonne Sdwardyiht is Faire and Vertuous,
Therefore delay not, giue thy hand to Warwicke,
And with thy hand, thy faith irreuocable,
Thatonely Warwickes daughter fhall be thine.
Trin.Sd, Yes, I accept her, for ihe well deferues it,
And heere to pledge my Vow, I giue my hand.
He giues his band to War»,
Lew. Why ftay we now ? Thefe foldiers fiialbe leuied,
And thou Lord Bourbon, our High Admirall
Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete.
X long till Edward fall by Warres mifchance,
For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France.
Exeunt. Manet Warwickp*
War, I came from Edward as AmbaiTador,
But I returne his fworne and mortall Foe :
Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me.
But dreadfull Warre ihall anfwer his demand.
Had he none elfe to make a ftale but me ?
Then none but I, íhall turne his left to Sorrow.
I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne,
And He be Cheefe to bring him downe againe :
Not that I pitty Henries mifery.
But feeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery. Exit,
Enter Richardy Clarence y Somerfety and
Mountague,
%icb. Now tell me Brother ClarenceyV/Yidit thinke you
Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray}
Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice?
Cla. Alas, you know,tis farre from hence to France,
How
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How could he ftay till fVarwcJ^e made returne ?
Som, My Lords,fbrbeare this talke : heere comes the
King.
Flour jß}.
Enter King Bdrpard^Lady Grey,Penhroo\e^Staf'
fordy Haßings : foure fland on one ßde,
andfoure on the other.
Rich» And his well-chofen Bride.
Clarence. I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke.
King. Now Brother of Clarence,
How like you our Choyce,
That you ftand penfiue,as hälfe malecontent ?
Clarence. As well as of France,
Or the Earle of Warwicke,
Which are fo weake of courage,and in iudgement,
That they*le take no offence at our abufe.
King. Suppofe they take offence without a caule :
They are but Lewù and PVarwckcyl am Edwardy
Your King and Waryvicl{ety and muff haue my will.
Rich. And lhall haue your will,becaufe our King:
Yet haftie Marriage feldome proueth well.
King. Yea,Brother RicbardyZrt you offended too }
Rich. Not I : no :
Cod forbid, that I ihould wilh them feuerM,
Whom God hath ioyn'd together:
I, and 'twere pittie, to funder them.
That yoake fo well together.
King. Setting your skornes,and your miffike afide,
Tell me fome reaibn,why the Lady Grey
Should not become my Wife, and Englands Queene?
And you too, Somerjety2kná <ûlfountaguey
Speake freely what you thinke.
Clarence. Then this is mine opinion :
That King LtroU becomes your Enemie,
For mocking him about the Marriage
Of the Lady Bona.
Rich. And TVarxric^y<ic>\ng what you gaue in charge,
Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage.
King. What, if both Lewü and îVarrcic\^ be appeas'd,
By fuch inuention as I can deuife ?
Mount. Yet, to haue ioyn'd with France in fuch alliance,
Would more haue ffrength'ned this our Commonwealth
'Gainff forraine ftormes, then any home-bred Marriage.
Hañ. Why,knowes not Mountagueyth2.t of it feJfe,
England is fafe,if true within it felfe I
Mount, But the fafer, when'tis back'd with France.
HaB. 'Tis better vfing France,then trufting France :
Let vs be back'd with God,and with the Seas,
Which he hath giu'n for fence impregnable,
And with their helpes,onely defend our felues :
In them,and in our feJues,our fafetie lyes.
Ciar. For this one fpeech, Lord Haßings well deferues
To haue the Heire of the Lord Hungerford.
King. I, what of that? it was my will,and graunt,
And for this once,my Will lhall ftand for Law.
ftkh. And yet me thinks,your Grace hath not done well,
To giue the Heire and Daughter of Lord Scales
Vnto the Brother of your louing Bride j
Shee better would haue fitted tatyor Clarence :
But in your Bride you burie Brotherhood.
Ciar. Or elfe you would not haue beftow'd the Heire
Of the Lord ^onuill on your new Wiues Sonne,
And leaue your Brothers to goe fpeede elfewhere.
King. Alas,poore Clarence: is it for a Wife
That thou art malecontent/' I will prouide thee.
Clarence. In chufing for your felfe,
You ffiew'd your iudgement :
Which being lhallow, you lhall giue me leaue
To play the Broker in mine owne behalfe ;
And to that end, I ihortly minde to leaue you.
King. Leaue me,or KzxryyEdrvard will be King,
And not be ty'd vnto his Brothers will.
Lady Grey. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Maieftie
To rayfe my State to Title of a Queene,
Doe me but right, and you muft all confefle,
That I was not ignoble of Defcent,
And meaner then my felfe haue had like fortune.
But as this Title honors me and mine,
So your dinikes,to whom I would be pleafmg,
Doth cloud my ioyes with danger, and with forrow.
^/»¿•.My Loue,forbeare to fawne vpon their frownes:
What danger,or what forrow can befall thee,
So long as Edteard is thy confiant friend,
And their true Soueraigne,whom they muft obey?
Nay, whom they lhall obey,and loue thee too,
VnlelTe they feeke for hatred at my hands :
Which if they doe,yet will I keepe thee fafe,
And they lhall feele the vengeance of my wrath*
Rich. I heare, yet fay not much, but thinke the more.
Enter a Foße,
King. Now Meflenger, what Letters, or what Newes
from France í
Paß. My Soueraigne Liege,no Letters,& few words.
But fuch,as I (without your fpeciall pardon)
Dare not relate.
King. Goe too, wee pardon thee :
Therefore,in briefe,tell me their words,
As neere as thou canft guelfe them.
What anfwer makes King Levpù vnto our Letters?
PoB. At my depart, thefe were his very words :
Goe tell falfe Edvardytht fuppofed King,
That Lexpis of France is fending euer Maskers,
To reuell it with him, and his new Bride.
King. Is Lexpü fo braue ? belike he thinkes me Henry.
But what faid Lady Bona to my Marriage ?
Pofl. Thefe were her words, vtt'red with mild difdaine;
Tell him,in hope hee'le proue a Widower Ihortly,
He weare the Willow Garland for his fake.
King. I blame not her 5 Ihe could fay little lelfe :
She had the wrong. But what faid Henries Queene ?
For I haue heard, that Ihe was there in place.
Poß. Tell him (quoth Ihe)
My mourning Weedes are done,
And I am readie to put Armour on.
King. Belike ihe minds to play the Amazon.
But what iaid Warreicl^e to thefe iniuries ?
Tcß. He,more incens'd againft your Maieftie,
Then all the reft,difcharg'd me with thefe words:
Tell him from me,that he hath done me wrong,
And therefore He vncrowne him,er't be long.
ATm^.Ha?durft the Traytor breath out fo prowd words?
Well,I will arme me,being thus fore-warn'd •.
They lhall haue Warres,and pay for their prefumption.
But fay,is PFdrtpic^e friends with Margaret?
Pofl. . I, gracious Soueraigne,
They are fo link'd in friendlhip,
That yong Prince Edvard marryes Wamicks Daughter.
Clarence. Belike,the elder;
Clarence will haue the younger.
Now
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Now Brother King farewell,and fit you faft,
For I will hence to Warmkl^s other Daughter,
That though I want a Kingdome, yet in Marriage
I may not proue inferior to your felfe.
You that loue me,and WarKk\e, follow me.
Exit Clarence,and Somerfet follcwes.
Rkb. Not I :
My thoughts ayme at a further matter :
I ftay not for the loue of Edward, but the Crowne.
King. Clarence and Somerjet both gone to PfarwicI^
Yet am I arm'd againft the worft can happen :
And hafte is needfull in this defp'rate cafe.
Pembrool^e and Stafford, you in our behalfe
Goe leuie men, and make prepare for Warre;
They are alreadie,or quickly will be landed;
My felfe in perfon will ftraight follow you.
Exeunt Eembroolte and Stafford.
But ere I goe, Haßings and Mountague
Refolue my doubt : you twaine,of all the reft,
Are neere to Warwicl^e,hy bloud,and by allyance :
Tell me,if you loue Warwici^e more then me j
If it be fo,then both depart to him :
I rather wilh you foes,then hollow friends.
But if you minde to hold your true obedience,
Giue me alTurance with fome friendly Vow,
That I may neuer haue you in fufpeft.
cóMount. So God helpe cTftountague, as hee proues
true.
HaSi. And HaSlings, as hee fauours Edwards caufe.
King. Now,Brother will you ftand by vs.'
Rich. I, in defpight of all that lhall withftand you.
King. Why fo : then am I fure of Viéforie.
Now therefore let vs hence,and lofe no howre.
Till wee meet JVarwicl^,vi\r.h his forreine powre.
Exeunt.
Enter TVarwkbe and Oxford in England,
with French Souldiors.
PKarw. Truft me,my Lord, all hitherto goes well,
The common people by numbers fwarme to vs.
Enter Clarence and Somerjet.
But fee where Somerjet and Clarence comes :
Speake fuddenly,my Lords,are wee all friends.'
Ciar. Feare not that, my Lord.
Warw. Then gentle C/arr»«, welcome vnto Warwiclte,
And welcome Somerjet ; I hold it cowardize.
To reft miftruftfull, where a Noble Heart
Hath pawn'd an open Hand, in figne of Loue ;
Elfe might I thinke,that QIarence,Edwards Brother,
Were but a fiined friend to our proceedings :
But welcome fweet Qlarence,ra.y Daughter ihall be thine.
And now, what refts ? but in Nights Couerture,
Thy Brother being carelelTely encamp'd.
His Souldiors lurking in the Towne about,
And but attended by a fimple Guard,
Wee may furprize and take him at our pleafure.
Our Scouts haue found the aduenture very eafie :
That as Vlyffes, and ftout Diomede,
With Height and manhood ftole to Rhejui Tents,
And brought from thence the Thracian fatall Steeds j
So wee, well couer'd with the Nights black Mantle,
At vnawares may beat downe Edwards Guard,
And feize himfelfe : I fay not, (laughter him.
For I intend but onely to furprize him.
You that will follow me to this attempt.
Applaud the Name of Henry, with your Leader.
They all cry, Henry.
Why then,let's on our way in filent fort.
For bVarwiclte and his friends,God and Saint George.
Exeunt.
Enter three fKatchmen to guard the Kings Tent.
I. Watch.CoTCse. on my Maliers,each man take his ftand.
The King by this,is fet him downe to fleepe.
J,. Watch. What, will he not to Bed?
1. Watch. Why,no: for he hath made a folemne Vow,
Neuer to lye and take his naturall Reft,
Till Warwic\e,or himfelfe,be quite fuppreft.
7,. Watch. To morrow then belike ihall be the day.
If Warwkke be fo neere as men report.
•¡.Watch. But fay,I pray,what Noble man is that.
That with the King here refteth in his Tent?
■¡.Watch. 'Tis the Lord Haßings, the Kings chiefeft
friend.
3. Watch. 0,is it fo? but why commands the King,
That his chiefe followers lodge in Townes about him.
While he himfelfe keepes in the told field ?
2. Watch. 'Tis the more honour, becaufe more dange¬
rous.
3. Watch. I, but giue me worihip, and quietnefle,
I like it better then a dangerous honor.
If Warwicke knew in what eftate he Hands,
'Tis to be doubted he would waken him.
¡.Watch. Vnleffe our Halberds did fliut vp his paf-
fage.
t.. Watch. I: wherefore elfe guard we his Royall Tent,
But to defend his Perfon from Night-foes ?
Enter Warwic\e, Clarence, Oxford, Somerjet,
and French Souldiors ,ßlent all.
Warre. This is his Tent,and fee where ftand his Guard:
Courage my Mailers: Honor now, or neuer:
But follow me, and Edward lhall be ours.
¡.Watch. Who goes there?
2. Watch. Stay, or thou dyeft.
Warwic^e and the reß cry all ,WarwicXe ,Warwicltf,
and Jet -vpon the Guard, who ßye,crying, oírme, uirme,
Warwicttf and the reß following them.
The Drumme playing,and Trumpet founding.
Enter Warwkl^e, Somerjet, and the reß, bringing the King
out in his Gowne ,ßtting in a Chaire : Richard
and Haßings flyes ouer the Stage.
Som. What are they that flye there ?
Warw. Richard and Haßinrs : let them goe, beere b
the Duke.
K.Edw. The Duke?
Why Warwkke, when wee parted.
Thou call'dft me King.
Warw. I, but the cafe is alter'd.
When you difgrac'd me in my EmbaflTade,
Then I degraded you from being King,
And come now to create you Duke of Yorke.
Alas,how Ihould you gouerne any Kingdome,
That know not how to vfe Embaffadors,
Nor how to be contented with one Wife,
Nor how to vfe your Brothers Brotherly,
Nor how to ftudie for the Peoples Welfare,
Nor how to Ihrowd your felfe from Enemies ?
K.Edw. Yea,
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K. Sdw. Yea, Brother of Clarence,
Art thou here too ?
Nay then I fee, that Edward needs muft downe.
Yet fVarwk^e, in defpight of all mifchance.
Of thee thy felfe,and all thy Complices,
Edward will alwayes beare himfelfe as King ;
Though Fortunes mallice ouerthrow my State,
My minde exceedes the compafle of her Wheele.
Warw. Then for his minde, be Edward Englands King,
• Talles off bis Crowne.
But Henry now (hall weare the Englifli Crowne,
And be true King indeede: thou but the lhadow.
My Lord of Somerfet, at my requeft,
See that forthwith Duke Edward be conuey'd
Vnto my Brother Arch-Bilhop of Yorke :
When I haue fought with Pemkrool(e,nnd his fellowes.
He follow you, and tell what anfwer
Lewis and the Lady 'Eona fend to him.
Now for a-while farewell good Duke of Yorke,
Tkey leade him out forcibly.
AT.Ei/.What Fates impofe, that men muft needs abide;
It boots not to refill both winde and tide. Exeunt.
Oxf. What now remaines my Lords for vs to do,
But march to London with our Soldiers.^
War. I, that's the firft thing that we haue to do.
To free King Henry from imprifonment.
And fee him feated In the Regall Throne. exit.
Enter'Riuers,and Lady Gray,
"Eju. Madam, what makes you in this fodain change?
Cray. Why Brother Riuers, are you yet to learne
What late misfortune is befalne King Edwardi
Riu. What lofle of fome pitcht battell
Againft Warwicl(e}
Gray. No,but the lofle of his owne Royall perfon.
Riu. Then is my Soueraigne flaine ?
Gray. I almoft flaine, for he is taken prifoner,
Either betrayd by falftiood of his Guard,
Or by his Foe furpriz'd at vnawares :
And as I further haue to vnderftand.
Is new committed to the Bilhop of Yörke,
Fell Warwickes Brother, and by that our Foe.
Riu. Thefe Newes I muft confelTe are full of greefe.
Yet gracious Madam, beare it as you may,
Warwicke may loofe, that now hath wonne the day.
Gray, Till then, faire hope mull hinder liues decay:
And I the rather waine me from difpaire
For loue of Edwards OfF-fpring in my wombe :
This is it that makes me bridle paflion.
And beare with Mildnefle my misfortunes crofle :
I, I, for this I draw in many a teare.
And Hop the riling of blood-fucking flghes.
Lead with my flghes or teares, I blaftor drowne
King Edwards Fruite, true heyre to th'Englilh Crowne.
Riu. But Madam,
Where is Warwicke then become ?
Gray. I am inform"d that he comes towards London,
To fet the Crowne once more on Henries head,
Guefle thou the reft. King Edwards Friends muft downe.
But to preuent the Tyrants violence,
(For trull not him that hath once broken Faith)
He hence forthwith vnto the Saniluary,
To faue (at leall)the heire of Edwards right :
There lhall I reft fecure from force and fraud t
Come therefore let vs flye, while we may flye.
If Warwicke take vs, we are fure to dye. exeunt.
Enter Richard,Lord Haßings,and Sir William
Stanley.
Rich. Now my Lord Haßings,ind Sir William Stanley
Leaue off to wonder why I drew you hither.
Into this cheefeft Thicket of the Parke.
Thus Hand the cafe : you know our King, my Brother,
Is prifoner to the Bilhop here, at whofe hands
He hath good vfage,and great liberty.
And often but attended with weake guard.
Come hunting this way to difport himfelfe.
I haue aduertis'd him by fecret meanes.
That if about this houre he make this way,
Vnder the colour of his vfuall game.
He lhall heere finde his Friends with Horfe and Men,
To fet him free from his Captiuitie.
Enter King Edward, and a Huntjman
with him.
Huntjman. This way my Lord,
For this way lies the Game.
King Edw. Nay this way man,
See where the Huntfmen ftand.
Now Brother of Glofter,Lord Haftings,and the reft.
Stand you thus clofe to lleale the Bilhops Deere?
Rich. Brother, the time and cafe, requireth hall,
Y our horfe Hands ready at the Parke-corner.
King Ed. But whether lhall we then ?
Haß. To Lyn my Lord,
And Ihipt from thence to Flanders.
5yci.Wei gueft beleeue me,for that was my meaning
K.Ed. Stanley,! will requite thy forwardnefle.
^ch. But wherefore Hay we?'tis no time to talke.
K.Ed. Huntfman, what fay'ft thou ?
Wilt thou go along f
Hunt/. Better do fo, then tarry and be hang'd.
Rich. Come then away, lets ha no more adoo.
K.Ed. Bilhop farwell,
Sheeld thee from Warwickes frowne.
And pray that I may re-polfefle the Crowne. exeunt
Flourißo. Enter King Henry the fixt, Clarence, Warwicke,
Somerfet, young Henry, Oxford, JHountague,
and Lieutenant.
K.Hen. M. Lieutenant,now that God and Friends
Haue lhaken Edward from the Regall feate.
And turn'd my captiue Hate to libertie.
My feare to hope, my forrowes vnto ioyes,
At our enlargement what are thy due Fees ?
XiVu. Subiefls may challenge nothing of their Sou'rains
But,if an humble prayer may preuaile,
I then craue pardon of your Maiellie.
K.Hen. For what, Lieutenant? For well vfing me?
Nay,be thou fure, He well requite thy kindnefle.
For that it made my imprifonment, a pleafure :
I, fuch a plea fure, as incaged Birds
Conceiue; when after many moody Thoughts,
At lall, by Notes of Houlhold harmonie,
They quite forget their lofle of Libertie.
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But ll^arwícj^í, after God, thou fet'ft me free,
And chlefely therefore,! thanke God,and thee.
He was the Author, thou the Inftrument.
Therefore that 1 may conquer Fortunes fpight.
By liuing low, where Fortune cannot hurt me.
And that the people of this blelTed Land
May not be punllht with my thwarting ftarres,
IFiirwicj^e,although my Head ftill weare the Crowne,
1 here refigne my Gouernment to thee.
For thou art fortunate in all thy deeds.
Warw. Your Grace hath ftill beene fam'd for vertuous.
And now may feeme as wife as vertuous.
By fpying and auoiding Fortunes malice.
For few men rightly temper with the Starres :
Yet in this one thing let me blame your Grace,
For chufing me, when Clarinet is in place.
Ciar. No IVarwickiythou art worthy of the fway,
To whom the Heau'ns in thy Natiuitie,
Adiudg'd an Oliue Branch, and Lawrell Crowne,
As likely to be bleft in Peace and Warre :
And therefore I yeeld thee my free confent.
War«. And I chufe Clarinet onely for Proteilor.
King.PTarvicl^ and Clarenet,¿me me both your Hands:
Now ioyne your Hands, & with your Hands your Hearts,
That no diflention hinder Gouernment :
I make you both Proteftors of this Land,
While I my felfe will lead a priuate Life,
And in deuotion fpend my latter dayes.
To finnes rebuke, and my Creators prayfe.
War«. What anfweres Clarenet to his Soueraignes
will ?
Ciar. That he confents, if Warwick yeeld confent.
For on thy fortune I repofe my felfe.
War«. Why then,though loth,yet muft I be content :
Wee'le yoake together,like a double fliadow
To Henries Body.and fupply his place;
I meane,in bearing weight of Gouernment,
While he enioyes the Honor,and his eafe.
And Claren etyTiOV! then it is more then needfull.
Forthwith that Edward be pronounc'd a Traytor,
And all his Lands and Goods conftfcate.
Ciar. What elfe and that Succeflion be determined.
War«. I, therein Clarenet lhall not want his part.
King. But with the firft,of all your chiefe affaires.
Let me entreat (for I command no more)
That Margaret your Queene, and my Sonne Ed«ard,
Be fent for, to returne from France with fpeed :
For till I fee them here, by doubtfull feare.
My ioy of libertie is hälfe eclips'd.
Ciar. It lhall bee done, my Soueraigne, with all
fpeede.
King. My Lord of Somerfet,what Youth is that.
Of whom you feeme to haue fo tender care I
Somerf. My Liege, it is young Henry, Earle of Rich¬
mond.
King. Come hither,Englands Hope :
Layes hü Hand on hü Head.
If fecret Powers fuggeft but truth
To my diuining thoughts.
This prettie Lad will proue our Countries bliffe.
His Lookes are full of peacefull Maieftie,
His Head by nature fram'd to weare a Crowne,
His Hand to wield a Scepter, and himfelfe
Likely in time to bleffe a Regall Throne :
Make much of him,my Lords; for this is hee
Muft helpe you more, then you are hurt by mee.
Enter a Poße.
War«. What newes, my friend I
Poße. That Edward is efcaped from your Brother,
And lied (as hee heares lince) to Burgundie.
War«. Vnfauorie newes: but how made he efcape?
toße. He was conuey'd by Riehard,V>ake of Glofter,
And the Lord Haßings,v/ho attended him
In fecret ambulh,on the Forreft fide.
And from the Bilhops Huntfmen refcu'd him :
For Hunting was his dayly Exercife.
War«. My Brother was too careleffe of his charge.
But let vs hence, my Soueraigne, to prouide
A falue for any fore, that may betide. Exeunt.
tdManet Somerfet, Riehmond,and Oxford,
Som.Wly Lord,! like not of this flight of Edwards:
For doubtleire,®Kr^an<f/c will yeeld him helpe.
And we lhall haue more Warres befor't be long.
As Henries late prefaging Prophecie
Did glad my heart, with hope of this young Riehmond;
So doth my heart mif-giue me, in thefe Conflifb,
What may befall him, to his harme and ours.
Therefore, Lord Oxford,to preuent the worft.
Forthwith wee'le fend him hence to Brittanie,
Till ftormes be paft of Ciuill Enmitie.
' Oxf. I : for if Edward re-poffeffe the Crowne,
'Tis like that Riehmond,vi\t\\ the reft,lhall downe.
Som. It lhall be fo: he lhall to Brittanie.
Come therefore, let's about it fpeedily. Exeunt.
Flourifh. Enter Edward, Riehard, Haßings,
and Soutdiers.
Edw. Now Brother Riehard, Lord Haßings,and the reft.
Yet thus farre Fortune maketh vs amends.
And fayes,that once more I lhall enterchange
My wained ftate, for Henries Regall Crowne.
Well haue we pafs'd, and now re-pafs'd the Seas,
And brought defired helpe from Burgundie.
What then remaines, we being thus arriu'd
From Rauenfpurre Hauen, before the Gates of Yorke,
But that we enter,as into our Dukedome?
Rieh. The Gates made fall ?
Brother, I like not this.
For many.fnen that Humble at the Threlhold,
Are well fore-told, that danger lurkes within.
EdwtTuíh man,aboadments muft not now affright vs:
By faire or foule meanes we muft enter in.
For hither will our friends repaire to vs.
Haß. My Liege, He knocke once more,to furomon
them.
Enter on the Walls, the tdMaior of Worlte,
and hü 'Brethren.
oMaior. My Lords,
We were fore-warned of your comming.
And Ihut the Gates, for fafetie of our felues ;
For now we owe allégeance vnto Henry.
Ed«. But, Maller Maior,if Henry be your King,
Yet Edward,3t the leall,is Duke of Yorke.
oMaior. True, my good Lord, I know you for no
leffe.
6i/ii'.Why,and I challenge nothing but my Dukedome,
As being well content with that alone.
Rieh. But
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Rich. But when the Fox hath once got in his Noie,
Hee'le foone finde meanes to make the Body follow.
Hañ. Why,Mafter Maior,why ftand you in a doubt?
Open the Gates, we are King Henries friends.
Mahr, I, fay you fo? the Gates ihall then be opened.
He dejcends.
^ch. A wife flout Captaine,and foone perfwaded.
Haß.The good old man would faine that all were wei,
So 'twere not long of him : but being entred,
1 doubt not l,but we fhall foone perfwade
Both him, and ail his Brothers, vnto reafon.
Enter the eMahr^and two %Aldermen,
Bdw. So, Marter Maior: thefe Gates muft not be fhut,
But in the Night,or in the time of Warre.
What, feare not man, but yeeld me vp the Keyes,
T'aies bü Keyes.
For Edward will defend the Towne,and thee,
And all thofe friends, that deine to follow mee.
March. Enter Mountgomerie, with Drumme
and Souldiers.
Rich. Brother, this is Sir John Mountgomerie^
Our truftie friend, vnlefle I be deceiu'd«
Edw, Welcome Sir lohn : but why come you in
Armes ?
Mount, To helpe King Edward in his time of ftorme.
As euery loyall Subie^l ought to doe.
Bdw, Thankes good oMauntgomerie :
But we now forget our Title to the Crowne,
And onely clayme our Dukedome,
Till God pleafe to fend the reft.
Mount. Then fare you well, for I will hence againe,
I came to ferue a King,and not a Duke :
Drummer rtrike yp,and let vs march away.
The Drumme begins to march.
Edw. Nay rtay,Sir lohn^z. while, and wee'le debate
By what fafe meanes the Crowne may be recouer'd.
Mount. What talke you of debating ? in few words.
If you'lc not here proclaime your felfe our King,
lie leaue you to your fortune, and be gone,
To kcepe them back, that come to fuccour you.
Why fhall we fight, if you pretend no Title ?
Rich, Why Brother, wherefore ftand you on nice
points ?
Bdw. When wee grow ftronger.
Then wee'lemake our Clayme :
Till then,'tis wifdome to conceale our meaning.
Haß. Away with fcrupulous Wit, now Armes muft
rule.
Rich. Anà feareleíTe minds clyme fooneft vnto Crowns.
Brother, we will proclaime you out of hand,
The bruit thereof will bring you many friends,
£</ir.Then be it as you will: for 'tis my right.
And Henry but vfurpes the Diademe.
Mount. I, now my Soueraigne fpeaketh like himfelfe.
And now will I be Edwards Champion.
/fí2y?.Sound Trumpet,lhal be here proclaim'd:
Come, fellow Souldior, make thou proclamation.
Flourißo. Sound.
Soul. Edwacd the Fourth, by the Grace of God, King of
England and France, and Lord of Ireland, &c.
Mount. Anà whofoe're gainfayes King Edwards right.
By this I challenge him to fingle fight.
Throwes downe hü Gauntlet.
All. Long liue Edward the Fourth.
Edw. Thankes braue Mountgomery,
And thankes vnto you all :
If fortune ferue me, He requite this kindnelTe*
Now for this Night, let's harbor here in Yorke:
And when the Morning Sunne ihall rayfe his Carre
Aboue the Border of this Horizon,
Wee'le forward towards Warwic}{e,^nà his Matesj
For well I wot, that i/e«ry is no Souldier,
Ah froward Clarence,hovt euill it befeemes thee,
To flatter Henry, znd forfake thy Brother?
Yet as wee may, wee'le meet both thee and IFarwicJ(e,
Come on braue Souldiors : doubt not of the Day,
And that once gotten, doubt not of large Pay. Exeunt.
Flourifh. Enter the King,fF'arwicke,Mountague,
Clarence, Oxford,and Somerjet.
War. What cio\inÇdMe,Loxà%? Edward from Belgia,
With haftie Germanes,and blunt Hollanders,
Hath pafs'd in fafetie through the Narrow Seas,
And with his troupes doth march amaine to London,
And many giddie people flock to him.
King. Let's leuie men, and beat him backe againe.
Ciar. A little fire is quickly trodden out,
Which being fufFer'd,Riuers cannot quench.
fVar. In Warwickfhire I haue true*hearted friends,
Not mutinous in peace, yet bold in Warre,
Thofe will I murter vp : and thou Sonne Clarence
Shalt ftirre vp in Suffolke,Norfolke,and in Kent,
The Knights and Gentlemen,to come with thee.
Thou Brother Mountague,\n Buckingham,
Northampton, and in Leicerterfhire, lhalt find
Men well enclin'd to heare what thou command'ft.
And thou, braue Oxford, vfonàrons well belou'd,
In Oxfordihire fhalt murter vp thy friends.
My Soueraigne, with the louing Citizens,
Like to his lland,gyrtin with the Ocean,
Or modert Dyan,c\rc\tà with her Nymphs,
Shall reft in London, till we come to him ;
Faire Lords take leaue, and ftand not to reply.
Farewell my Soueraigne.
King. Farewell my He&or,z'nà my Troyes true hope.
Ciar, In figne of truth, I kiíTe your HighneiTe Hand.
King. Well-minded Clarence,ht thou fortunate.
Mount. Comfort, my Lord, and fo I take my leaue.
Oxf. And thus I feale my truth, and bid adieu.
King. Sweet Oxford, and my louing Mountague,
And all at once, once more a happy farewell.
IVar. Farewell, fweet Lords, let's meet at Couentry.
Exeunt.
King, Here at the Pallace will I reft a while.
Coufin of Exeter,-whzt thinkes your Lordfhip?
Me thinkes, the Power that Edward hath in field.
Should not be able to encounter mine.
Bxet. The doubt is, that he will feduce the reft.
That's not my feare, my meed hath got me fame:
I haue not ftopt mine eares to their demands.
Nor ported off their fuites with flow delayes.
My pittie hath beene balme to heale their wounds.
My mildneflfe hath allay'd their fwelling griefes,
My mercie dry'd their water-flowing teares.
I haue not been deflrous of their wealth.
Nor much opprert them with great Subfidies,
Nor forward of reuenge,though they much err'd.
Then why fliould they loue Edward more then me?
No Exeter,Úieít Graces challenge Grace :
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And when the Lyon fawnes vpon the Lambe,
The Lambe will neuer ceafe to follow him.
Skout 'wtthirtfji Lancaßer^ A Lattcaßer.
Exet. Hearke, hearke, my Lord, what Shouts are
thefe ?
Enter Ednard and hü Souldkrs,
Edw. Seize on the lhamefac'd Henry, beare him hence,
And once againe proclaime vs King of England.
You are the Fount,that makes fmall Brookes to flow.
Now flops thy Spring, my Sea fliall fuck them dry.
And fwell fo much the higher, by their ebbe.
Hence with him to the Tower,lethim not fpeake.
Exit with King Henry.
And Lords, towards Couentry bend we our courfe,
Where peremptorie WanoicJ^e now remaines :
The Sunne (hines hot,and if we vfe delay,
Cold biting Winter marres our hop'd-for Hay.
Rich. Away betimes, before his forces ioyne.
And take the great-growne Traytor vnawares:
Braue Warriors, march amaine towards Couentry.
Exeunt.
Enter JKarwickfy the Maior of Couentry, fwo
Meffengers,and others -upon the Walls.
War. Where is the Pofl that came from valiant Oxford?
How farre hence is thy Lord,mine honefl fellow?
Mejf.l. By this at Dunfmore, marching hitherward.
War. How farre off is our Brother Moumaguei
Where is the Pofl that came from Mountague ?
Mejf.z. By this at Daintry,with a puiflant troope.
Enter Someruile.
War. Say &mirB;7<,what fayes my louing Sonne ?
And by thy guefle,how nigh is Clarence now ?
. Someru. AtSoutham I did leaue him with his forces.
And doe expedí him here fome two howres hence.
War. Then Clarence is at hand, I heare his Drumme.
Someru. It is not his,my Lord,here Southam lyes:
The Drum your Honor heares,marcheth from Wärmere.
War.Vf ho fliould that be? belike vnlook'd for friends.
Someru. They are at hand, and you lhall quickly know.
March. Elourißj. Enter Edward, Richard,
and Souldiers.
Edw. Goe,Trumpet,to the Walls,and found a Parle.
Rich. See how the furly Warwichf mans the Wall.
War. Oh vnbid fpight,is fportfull Edward come ?
Where flept our Scouts, or how are they feduc'd.
That we could heare no newes of his repayre.
Edw. Now Warwic\e, wilt thou ope the Citie Gates,
Speake gentle words, and humbly bend thy Knee,
Call Edward King,and at his hands begge Mercy,
And he lhall pardon thee thefe Outrages?
War. Nay ràther, wilt thou draw thy forces hence,
ConfeflTe who fet thee vp, and pluckt thee downe.
Call Warwicke Patron,and be penitent.
And thou lhalt flill remaine the Duke of Vorke.
Rich. I thought at leafl he would haue faid the King,
Or did he make the leaft againfl his will ?
War. Is not a Dukedome,Sir, a goodly gift ?
Rich. I, by my laith,for a poore Earle to giue,
lie doe thee feruice for fo good a gift.
War. 'Twas I that gaue the Kingdome to thy Bro¬
ther.
Edw. Why then'tis mine, if but by Warwichyt gift.
War. Thou art no Atloi for fo great a weight :
And Weakeling, takes his gift againe.
And Henry is my King, Warwicke his Subieâ.
Edw. But Warwic^es King is Edwards Prifoner:
And gallant Warwicl{e,àoc but anfwer this.
What is the Body, when the Head is off?
Rjch. A\3%,X.hiX.Warwickf had no more fore-cafl.
But whiles he thought to fteale the Angle Ten,
The King was flyly finger'd from the Deck :
You left poore Henry at the Bilhops Pallace,
And tenne to one you'le meet him in the Tower,
Edw. 'Tis euen fo,yet you are Warwicke flill.
Rich. Come Warwicke,
Take the time, kneele downe, kneele downe :
Nay when ? flrike now,or elfe the Iron cooles.
War. I had rather chop this Hand off at a blow.
And with the other,fling it at thy face.
Then beare fo low a fayle,to flrike to thee.
Edw. Sayle how thou canfl.
Haue Winde and Tyde thy friend.
This Hand,fall wound about thy coale-black hayre.
Shall, whiles thy Head is warme, and new cut off.
Write in the dull this Sentence with thy blood.
Wind-changing Warwicke now can change no more.
Enter Oxford,with Drumme and Colours.
War. Oh cheareAill Colours, fee where Oxford comes.
Oxf. Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaßer.
Rich. The Gates are open, let vs enter too.
Edw. So other foes may fet vpon our backs.
Stand we in good array : for they no doubt
Will iffue out againe, and bid vs battaile ;
If not, the Citie being but of fmall defence,
Wee'le quickly rowze the Traitors in the fame.
War. Oh welcome Oxford, for we want thy helpe.
Enter Mountague, with Drumme and Colours.
Mount. Mountague, Mountague, for Lancaßer.
Äkib.Thou and thy Brother both lhall buy this Treafon
Euen with the dearefl blood your bodies beare.
Edw. The harder matcht, the greater Viilorie,
My minde prefageth happy gaine,and Conquell.
Enter SomerJet,witb Drumme and Colours.
Som. Somerfet, Somerfet, fox Lancaßer.
Rich. Two of thy Name, both Dukes of Someffet,
Haue fold their Liues vnto the Houfe of Torke,
And thou lhalt be the third, if this Sword hold.
Enter Clarence,with Drumme and Colours.
War. And loe, where George of Clarence fweepes along.
Of force enough to bid his Brother Battaile :
With whom,in vpright zeale to right,preuailes
More then the nature of a Brothers Loue.
Come Clarence, come : thou wilt, if Warwicke call.
CÄzr. Father of Warwick, know you what this meanes?
Looke here, I throw my infamie at thee : .
I will not ruinate my Fathers Houfe,
Who gaue his blood to lyme the Hones together.
And fet vp Lancaßer. Why, trowefl thoo, Warwickf,
That Clarencek fo harlh,fo blunt, vnnaturall.
To bend the fatall Inftruments of Warre
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Againft his Brother^and hislawfull King.
Perhaps thou wilt obieâ my holy Oath ;
To keepe that Oath,were more impietie,
Then lephaby when he facrificM his Daughter.
I am fo ferry for my Trefpas made,
That to deferue well at my Brothers hands,
1 here proclayme my felfe thymortallfoe :
With refolution, wherefoeVe I meet thee,
(As I will meet thee, if thou ftirre abroad)
To plague thee, for thy foule mis-leading me.
And fo,prowd-hearted 1Vartv\c\e^\ defie thee,
And to my Brother turne my bluihing Cheekes.
Pardon me Edrvardy 1 will make amends :
And Rkbardyáot not frowne vpon my faults.
For I will henceforth be no more vnconftant.
^í/íp.Now welcome more,and ten times more belou'd.
Then if thou neuer hadftdeferuM our hate.
Rieb. Welcome good Clarenceythh is Brother-like.
Oh pairjngTraytor,pcriurM and vniuft,
Edv. What JVarvptd^y
Wilt thou leaue the Towne,and fight?
Or ihall we beat the Stones about thine Eares ?
JVarxf. Alas, I am not coopM here /or defence :
I will away towards Barnet prefently,
And bid thee Battaile,£^n>^r</,if thou dar'ft.
Edvp. Yt%Wari»icí{eyEdrt>ardázxt%yZná leads the way:
Lords to the field:Saint GeorgCy^ná Viâorie. Sxeunt.
Marcb. and hü companie folhwes.
tAlarunty and Excurfioni, Enter Edfeard bringing
fortb Warvptcbe vpounded.
Sth. So,lye thou there: dye thou,and dye our feare,
For was a Bugge that fearM vs all.
Now Mountague fit faft, I feeke for thee.
That Wanvicl^et Bones may keepe thine companie.
Exit,
Warn. Ah, who is nigh? come to me, friend, or foe,
And tell me who is Viâor, TorbpyOx Warrvid^e?
Why aske I that? my mangled body ihewes,
My blood,my want of ftrength,my ficke heart ihewes.
That I muft yeeld my body to the Earth,
And by my fall, the conquefi to my foe.
Thus yeelds the Cedar to the Axes edge,
Whcfc Armes gaue Ihelter to the Princely Eagle,
Vnder whofe fliade the ramping Lyon llept,
Whofe top-branch ouer-peerM loues fpreading Tree,
And kept low Shrubs from Winters powVfull Winde.
Thefc Eye8,that now are dim'd with Deaths black Veyle,
Haue beene as piercing as the Mid-day Sunne,
To fearch the fecret Treafons of the World :
I The Wrinckles in my Browes,now fill'd with blood.
Were lik'ned oft to Kingly Sepulchers:
For who liu'd King, but 1 could digge his Graue ?
And who dürft fmile, when IVarxvicke bent his Brow ?
Loe,now my Glory fmear'd in duft and blood.
My Parkes,my Walkes,my Mannors that I had,
£uen now forfake me j and of all my Lands,
Is nothing left me, but my bodies length.
Why,what is Pompe,Rule,Rcigne,but Earth and Duft?
And Hue we how we can,yet dye we muft.
Enter Oxford and Somerjet,
Som. Ah Wamicl^ey WarwidieyVttrt thou as we arc,
We might recouer all our LoiTe againe :
The Queene from France hath brought a puilTant power.
Euen now we heard the newes: ah,could'ft thou flye.
iKörw. Why then 1 would not flye. Ah Mountaguey
If thou be there, fweet Brother, take my Hand,
And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while.
Thou lou'ft me not : for, Brother,if thou didft.
Thy tearcs would waih this cold congealed blood,
That glewes my Lippes, and will not let me fpeake.
Come quickly Mountagucyor I am dead,
Som. h\\1Varrt>ici^yMountague\izÙi\>rç.z.Ùià his laft,
And to the lateft gafpe,cry*d out for Warxcici{ei
And íáid, Commend me to my valiant Brother.
And more he would haue faid,and more he fpoke,
Which founded like a Cannon in a Vault,
That mought not be diftinguiflit : but at laft,
I well might heare, deliuered with a groane,
Oh farewell Wartvidte.
^i^arxv. Sweet reft his Soule :
Flye Lords, and faue your felues.
For bids you all farewell, to meet in Heauen.
Oxf. Away, away, to meet the Queenes great power.
Here tbey heare axvay bü '^ody. Exeunt.
Flourijh. Enter King Edrvard in triumphy with
Ricbardy Ciarencey and the refi.
AT/Ä^-.Thus farre our fortune keepes an vpward courfe.
And we are grac'd with wreaths of Viilorie :
But in the midft of this bright-ihining Day,
I fpy a black fufpicious threatning Cloud,
That will encounter with our glorious Sunne,
Ere he attaine his eafefull Wefterne Bed :
I meane,my Lords, thofe powers that the Queene
Hath rays'd in Gallia,haue arriued our Coaft,
And,as we heare,march on to fight with vs.
Ciar. A little gale will foone difperfe that Cloud,
And blow it to the Source from whence it came,
Thy very Beames will dry thofe Vapours vp.
For euery Cloud engenders not a Storme.
Rich. The Queene is valued thirtie thoufand ftrong,
And Somerjety-^\t\\ Oxfordy^tà to her;
If /he haue time to breathe, be well alTurM
Her fadlion will be full as ftrong as ours.
King. We are aduertis'd by our louing friends.
That they doe hold their courfe toward Tewksbury.
We hauing now the beft at Barnet field.
Will thither ftraight,for wiliingnefle rids way.
And as we march, our ftrength will be augmented :
In euery Countie as we goe along,
Strike vp the Drumme,cry courage,and away. Exeunt.
Flourijh. March. Enter the Queeney young
Sdwardy Somerjety Oxjordy and
Souldiers.
Qu. Great Lords, wife men ne*r fit and walle their lo/Te,
But chearely feeke how to redre/Te their harmes.
What though the Maft be now blowne ouer-boord.
The Cable broke,the holding-Anchor loft.
And hälfe our Saylors fwallowM in the flood?
Yet Hues our Pilot ftill. Is*t meet,that hee
Should leaue the Helme,and like a fearefull Lad,
With tearefull Eyes adde Water to the Sea,
And giue more ftrength to that which hath too much,
Whiles in his moane,the Ship fpllts on the Rock,
Which Induftrie and Courage might haue fau'd ?
Ah what a /hame,ah what a fault were this.
Say Warwicky was our Anchor: what of that f
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And Mountague our Top-Maft: what of him ?
Our flaughtVed friends,the Tackles: what of thefe?
Why is not Oxford here, another Anchor?
And Somerjety another goodly Maft ?
The friends of France our Shrowds and Tacklings?
And though vnskilfull,why not Ned and I,
For once allowed the skilfull Pilots Charge?
We will not from the Helme, to fit and weepe.
But keepe our Courfe ( though the rough Winde fay no)
From Shelues and Rocks,that threaten vs with Wrack»
As good to chide the Waues,as fpeake them faire.
And what is Sdvpard^hMtz ruthleiîeSea ?
What C/arewre,but a Quick-fand of Deceit?
And %ichard, but a raged fatall Rocke ?
All thefe,the Enemies to our poore Barke.
Say you can fwim,alas 'tis but a while :
Tread on the Sand, why there you quickly finke,
Beftride the Rock,the Tyde will waih you off.
Or elfe you famifii, that's a three-fold Death.
This fpeake I (Lords) to let you vnderftand,
If cafe fome one of you would flye from vs.
That there's no hop'd-for Mercy with the Brothers,
More then with ruthlelfe Waues,with Sands and Rocks.
Why courage then,what cannot be auoided,
'Twere childiih weakeneffe to lament,or feare.
. Prince. Me thinkes a Woman of this valiant Spirit,
Should, if a Coward heard her fpeake thefe words,
Infufe his Breaft with Magnanimitie,
And make him, naked, foyle a man at Armes.
I fpeake not this, as doubting any here :
For did I but fufpeô a fearefoll man,
He ihould haue leaue to goeaway betimes,
Leaft in our need he might infeéí another.
And make him of like fpirit to himfelfe.
If any fuch be here, as God forbid,
Let him depart, before we neede his helpe.
Oxf. Women and Children of fo high a courage.
And Warriors faint,why 'twere perpetuall ihame.
Oh braue young Prince : thy famous Grandfather
Doth liue againe in thee j long may'ft thou liue,
To beare his image,and renew his Glories.
Som. And he that will not fight for fuch a hope,
Goe home to Bed, and like the O wie by day,
If he arife,be mock'd and wondred at.
¿Ig. Thankes gentle Somerfet,(weet Oxford thankes,
Trince. And take his thankes, that yet hath nothing
elfe.
Enter a (TMdeffenger.
Mejf. Prepare you Lords, for Edroard is at hand,
Readie to fight: therefore be refolute.
Oxf I thought no leife : it is his Policie,
To hafte thusfaft, to finde vs vnprouided.
Som. But hee's deceiu'd, we are in readineíTe»
Qg. This cheares my heart, to fee your forwardneife.
OxfUtre. pitch our Battaile,hence we will not budge.
Elourifhyand march. Enter Edxvardy Richard^
ClarencCy and Souldiers.
jFí/w.Braue followers, yonder ftands the thornie Wood,
Which by the Heauens airiftance,and your ftrength,
Muft by the Roots be hew'ne vp yet ere Night»
I need not adde more fuell to your fire.
For well I wot, ye blaze, to burne them oat:
Giue fignall to the fight, and to it Lords.
^v.Lords,Knights,and Gentlemen,what I ihould fay,
My teares gaine-fay : for euery word I fpeake,
Ye fee I drinke the water of my eye.
Therefore no more but this : Henry your Soueraigne
Is Prifoner to the Foe, his State vfurp'd.
His Realme a flaughter-houfe, his Subiedts ilaine.
His Statutes canceird,and his Treafure fpent :
And yonder is the Wolfe, that makes this fpoyle.
You fight in luftice : then in Gods Name, Lords,
Be valiant, and giue fignall to the fight»
AlarumyReireatyExcurfiont. Exeunt.
Floariß). Enter Edrrardy Richardy Queeney Clarencey
Oxfordy Somerfet.
Edrv. Now here a period of tumultuous Broyles.
Away with Oxford to HamesCaftle ftraight :
For Somerfetyon with his guiltie Head.
Goe-beare them hence,I will not heare them fpeake»
Oxf For my part, lie not trouble thee with words*
Som. Nor I, but ftoupe with patience to my fortune.
Exeunt,
¿Ig. So part we fadly In this troublous World,
To meet with loy in fweet lerufalem.
Edrp. Is Proclamation made,That who finds Edvard^
Shall haue a high Reward,and he his Life?
^cb. It is, and Ipe where youthfull Edward comes*
Enter the 'Prince.
Ed-w. Bring forth the Gallant, let vs heare him fpeake.
What? can fo young a Thorne begin to prick f
Edwardywhit fatisfa^lion canft thou make,
For bearing Armes, for ftirring vp my Subie£ls,
And all the trouble thou haft turn'd me to ?
Prince. Speake like a Subie€t, prowd ambitious Yorl^.
Suppofe that I am now my Fathers Mouth,
Refigne thy Chayre, and where I ftand,kneele thou,
Whil'ft I propofe the felfe-fame words to thee.
Which (Traytor) thou would'ft haue me anfwer to*
Qu. Ah, that thy Father had beene fo refolu'd.
Rich. That you might ftill haue worne the Petticoat,
And ne're haue ftolne the Breech from Lancafier,
Prince. Let c^Efop fable in a Winters Night,
His Currifti Riddles forts not with this place.
%ich. By Heauen,Brat, He plague ye for that word.
I,thou waft borne to be a plague to men.
Rich. For Gods fake,take away this Captiue Scold.
Prince, Nay, take away this fcolding Crooke-backe,
rather.
Edff. Peace wilfuU Boy, or I will charme your tongue.
Ciar, Vntutor'd Lad, thou art too malapert.
Prince. I know my dutie,you are all vndutifull:
Lafciuious EdwardyZnd thou periur'd Georgey
And thou mif-ihapen Dic){ey\ tell ye all,
I am your better, Tray tors as ye are,
And thou vfurp'ft my Fathers right and mine.
Edfv. Take that, the likenefle of this Rayler here.
Stabs him.
Rich, Sprawl'ft thou? take that,to end thy agonie.
Rich.ßabs bim.
Ciar. And ther's for twitting me with periurie.
Ciar, ßabs bim,
¿lu. Oh, kill me too.
Rich. Marry, and ihall. l^ill her.
Edw, }do\dyRicbardy\ío\áy for we naue done too much.
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Rich, Why fliould ihee liue, to fill the World with
words.
Edrv. What? doth ihee fwowne ? vfe meanes for her
recouerie.
Rich. Clarence excufe me to the King my Brother :
lie hence to London on a ferious matter,
Ere ye come there, be fure to heare fome newes.
'Cla. What? what f
Rich Tower, the Tower. Exit.
Qu. Oh A'ifi/jfweet iVr</,fpeake to thy Mother Boy.
Can'il thou not fpeake? O Traitors, Murtherers !
They that ftabb'd Cafar, fhed no blood at all :
Did not oiFend, nor were not worthy Blame,
If this foule deed were by, to equall It.
He was a Man; this (in refpe¿l)a Childe,
And Men, ne^re fpend their fury on a Childe.
What's worfe then Murtherer, that I may name it ?
No,no, my heart will burft, and if I fpeake,
And I will fpeake, that fo my heart may burft.
Butchers and ViDaines, bloudy Caniballes,
How fweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt :
You haue no children (Butchers) if you had,
The thought of them would haue ftirr'd vp remorie.
But if you euer chance to haue a Childe,
Looke in his youth to haue him fo cut off.
As deathfmen you haue rid this fweet yong Prince,
King. Away with her, go beare her hence perforce.
Nay, neuer beare me hence, difpatch me heere :
Here iheath thy Sword,He pardon thee my death:
What? wilt thou not? Then Clarence do it thou.
Qla. By heaucn, I will not do thee fo much eafe.
Good Clarence do: fweet Qlarence do thou do it.
C/j.Did'ft thou not heare me fweare I would not do it?
^a. I, but thou vfeft to forfweare thy felfe.
Twas Sin before, but now 'tis Charity.
What wilt y not? Where is that diuels butcher Ricbardl
Hard fauor'd Richard} Richard, where art thou ?
Thou art not heere; Murther is thy Almef-deed :
Petitioners for Blood, thou ne're put'ft backe.
Ed. Away I fay, I charge ye beare her hence,
Slu. So come to you,and yours,as to this Prince.
Sxit E}ueene.
Ed. Where's Richard gone.
Qla. To London all in poft, and as I guefie,
To make a bloody Supper in the Tower.
Bd. He's fodaine if a thing comes in his head.
Now march we hence, difcharge the common fort
With Pay and Thankes,and let's away to London,
And fee our gentle Queene how well ihe fares.
By this (1 hope) Ihe hath a Sonne for me. Exit»
Enter Henry the ßxt, and Richard, "with the Lieutenant
on the Wallet.
Rich. Good day, my Lord, what at your Booke fo
hard ?
Hen. I my good Lord : my Lord I ihould fay rather,
Tis finnc to fiatter. Good was little better :
'Good Glofter,and good Deuill, were alike.
And both prepofterous: therefore, not Good Lord.
Rich, Sirra, leaue vs to our felues, we muft conferre.
Hen» So flics the wreakleife ftiepherd from y Wolfe :
So firft the harmlefle Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece,
And next his Throate, vnto the Butchers Knife.
What Scene of death hath Rojsius now to Afte f
Rich. Sufpition alwayes haunts the guilty minde,
The Theefe doth feare each buih an Officer,
Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bu/h.
With trembling wings mifdoubteth euery buih;
And I the haplefle Male to one fweet Bird,
Haue now the fatall Obieit in my eye,
Where my poore yong was lim'd, was caught, and kill'd.
Rich. Why what a peeuifli Foole was that of Creet,
That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle,
And yet for all his wings, the Foole was drown'd.
Hen. I Dedalus, my poore Boy Icarue,
Thy Father Minos, that deni'de our courfe,
The Sunne that fear'd the wings of my fweet Boy.
Thy Brother Edrvard, and thy Seife, the Sea
Whofe enuious Gulfe did fwallow vp his life :
Ah, kill me with thy Weapon, not with words.
My breft can better brooke thy Daggers point.
Then can my eares that Tragicke Hiftory.
But wherefore doft thou come? Is't for my Life r
Rich. Think'ft thou I am an Executioner ?
Hen. A Perfecutor T am fure thou art.
If murthering Innocents be Executing,
Why then thou art an Executioner.
Rich, Thy Son I kill'd for his prefumption.
Hen. Hadft thou bin kill'd, when firft y didft prefume.
Thou had'ft not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine :
And thus I prophefie, that many a thoufand,
Which now miftruft no parcell of my feare.
And many an old mans fighe, and many a Widdowes,
And many an Orphans water-ftanding-eye.
Men for their Sonnes, Wiues for their Husbands,
Orphans, for their Parents tímeles death,
Shall rue the houre that euer thou was't borne.
The O wie íhriek'd at thy birth, an euill figne,
The Night-Crow cry'de, aboding lucklefle time,
Dogs howl'd,and hiddeous Tempeft íhook down Trees:
The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top,
And chatt'ring Pies in difmall Difcords fung :
Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine.
And yet brought forth lefle then a Mothers hope.
To wit, an indigefted and deformed lumpe.
Not like the fruit of fuch a goodly Tree.
Teeth had'ft thou in thy head, when thou was't borne.
To fignifie, thou cam'ft to bite the world :
And if the reft be true, which I haue heard.
Thou cam'ft—
Rich. He heare no more :
Dye Prophet in thy fpeech. Stables him.
For this (among'ft the reft) was I ordain'd.
Hen, I,and for much more flaughter after this,
O God forgiue my finnes, and pardon thee. Dyes,
Rich. What? will the afpiring blood of Lancafter
Sinke in the ground? I thought it would haue mounted.
See how my fword weepes for the poore Kings death.
0 may fuch purple teares be alway Ihed
From thofe that wilh the downfall of our houfe.
If any fparke of Life be yet remaining,
Downe, downe to hell, and fay I fent thee thkher.
Stabs him againe.
1 that haue neyther pitty,loue,nor feare.
Indeed 'tis true that Henrie told me of:
For I haue often heard my Mother fay,
I came into the world with my Legges forward.
Had I not reafon (thinke ye) to make haft.
And feeke their Ruine, that vfurp'd our Right ?
The Midwife wonder'd, and the Women cri'de
O lefus blefle vs,he is borne with teeth.
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And fo I was, which plainly lignified,
That I ihould fnarle, and bite,and play the dogge:
Then fince the Heauens haue íhap'd my Body fo,
Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to anfwer it,
I haue no Brother, I am like no Brother ;
And this word [Loue] which Gray-beards call Diuine,
Be refident in men like one another,
And not in me : I am my felfe alone.
Clarence beware, thou keepc'ft me from the Light,
But I will fort a pitchy day for thee :
For I will buzze abroad fuch Prophefies,
That "Edrvard lhall be fearefull of his life.
And then to purge his feare, He be thy death.
King Henryy and the Prince his Son are gone,
Clarence thy turne is next, and then the reft.
Counting my felfe but bad, till I be beft.
He throw thy body in another roome.
And Triumph Henry f\n thy day of Doome. Exit.
Flourifi. Enter King^QueeneyClarenceyRicbardyHaßiugs^
Nurjey and ^Attendants.
King. Once more we fit in Englands Royall Throne,
Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies:
What valiant Foe-men, like to Automnes Corne,
Haue we mowM downe m tops of all their pride ?
Three Dukes of Somerfet, threefold Renowne,
For hardy and vndoubted Champions :
Two CliffordsyZ^ the Father and the Sonne,
And two Northumberlands : two brauer men,
Ne*re fpurr'd their Courfers at the Trumpets found.
With them, the two braue Beares,& Montague^
That in their Chaines fettered the Kingly Lyon,
And made the Forreft tremble when they roar'd.
Thus haue we fwept Sufpition from our Seate,
And made our Footftoole of Security.
Come hither '^ejje^ and let me kifle my Boy :
Yong Ned^ for thee, thine Vnckles, and my felfe,
Haue in our Armors watcht the Winters night.
Went all afoote in Summers fcalding heate,
That thou might'ft repoflefie the Crowne in peace,
And of our Labours thou lhalt reape the galne.
Rich. He blaft his Harueft, if your head were laid.
For yet 1 am notlook'd on in the world.
This ftioulder was ordain'd fo thicke, to heaue,
And heaue it ftiall fome waight, or breake my backe,
Worke thou the way, and that (halt execute.
King. Clarence and Glofter^ loue my louely Queene,
And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both.
Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiefty,
I Seale vpon the lips of this fweet Babe.
Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence^ worthy brother thanks.
^ch. And that I loue the tree fro whence y fprang'ft :
Witnelfe the louing kifle I giue the Fruite,
To fay the truth, fo ludas kift his mafter,
And cried all hai!e,when as he meant all harme.
King, Now am I feated as my foule delights,
Hauing my Countries peace, and Brothers loues*
Cla. What will your Grace haue done with Margarety
Reynard\itt Father, to the King of France
Hath pawn'd the Sicils and lerufalem,
And hither haue they fent it for her ranfome.
King. Away with her, and waft her hence to France:
And now what refts, but that we fpend the time
With ftately Triumphes, mirthfull Comicke Ihewes,
Such as befits the pleafure of the Court.
Sound Drums and Trumpets, frrwell fowre annoy,
For heere 1 hope begins our lafting icy. Exeunt omnes
FINIS.
508 I
I
173
The Tragedy of Richard the Third:
with the Landing of Earle Richmond, and the
Battell at Bofworth Field.
aAëius 'Primus. Scœna 'Prima.
Enter ^chard 'Œ>u^ of Gloßerfolui.
Ow is the Winter of our Difcontent,
Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke:
And all the clouds that lowrM vpon our houie
In the deepe bofome of the Ocean buried.
Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes,
Our bruifed armes hung vp for Monuments ;
Our fterne Alarums changed to merry Meetings;
Our dreadhill Marches, to delightfull Meafures.
Grim-vifag'd Warre, hath fmooth'd his wrinkled Front:
And now, in (lead of mounting Barbed Steeds,
To fright the Soules of fearfull Aduerfaries,
He capers nimbly in a Ladies Chamber,
To the lafciuious plealing of a Lute.
But I, that am not lhapM for fportiue trickes.
Nor made to court an amorous Looking-glalTe :
I, that am Rudely ftampt, and want loues Maiefry,
To ftrut before a wonton ambling Nymph ;
I, that am curtaiFd of this faire Proportion,
Cheated of Feature by diflembling Nature,
Deformed, vn-finiih'd, fent before my time
Into this breathing World, fcarfe hälfe made vp.
And that fo lamely and vnfaihionable.
That dogges barke atme, as I halt by them.
Why I (in this weake piping time of Peace)
Haue no delight to pa^e away the time,
Vnlcfle to fee my Shadow in the Sunne,
And defcant on mine owne Deformity.
And therefore, fmce I cannot proue a Louer,
To entertaine thefe faire well fpoken dayes,
I am determined to proue a Villaine,
And hate the idle pleafures of thefe dayes.
Plots haue I laide, InduClions dangerous.
By drunken Prophéties, Libels,and Dreames,
To fct my Brother Clarence And the King
In deadly hate, the one againti the other :
And if King Cdwardhc as true and iufr,
As I am Subtle, Falfe,and Treacherous,
This day fliould Clarence clofely be mew'd vp:
About a Prophetic, which fayes that G,
Of Edwards heyres the murtherer lhall be.
Diue thoughts downe to my foule, here Clarence
Enter Clarence^and^rakenbury,guarded^
Brother,good day : What meanes this armed guard
That waites vpon your Grace f
Cla. His Maiefty tendring my perfons fafety,
Hath appointed this Conduct, to conuey me to th*Tower
Rich. Vpon what caufe ?
Cla. Becaufe my name is George.
'R¿cb, Alacke my Lord, that fault is none of yours :
He ihould for that commit your Godfathers.
O belike, his Maiefty hath fome intent.
That you ihould be new Chritined in the Tower.
But whaFs the matter Clarence^mzy I know?
Cla. Yea RichardyVthtTi I know : but I proteft
As yet I do not : But as I can learne,
He hearkens after Prophéties and Dreames,
And from the CrolTe-row pluckes the letter G ;
And fayes,a Wizard told him,that by G,
His iíTue ditinherited ihould be.
And for my name of George begins with G,
It folio wes in his thought, that 1 am he.
Thefe (as I learne)and fuch like toyes as thefe.
Hath moouM his Highnefle to commit me now.
Rich. Why this it is,when men are ruFd by Women:
*Tis not the King that fends you to the Tower,
My Lady Grey his Wife, Clarence^ú^ ihee.
That tempts him to this harih Extremity.
Was it not ihee, and that good man of Worihip,
Anthony ^oodeulle her Brother there,
That made him fend Lord Haflings to the Tower ?
From whence this prefent day he is deliuered ?
We are notfafe Qlarencty we are not fafe.
Cla. By heauen, I thinke there is no man fecure
But the Queenes Kindred,and night-walking Heralds,
That trudge betwixt the King, and Miftris Shore,
Heard you not what an humble Suppliant
Lord Haßings was, for her deliuery ?
Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie,
Got my Lord Chamberlaine his libertie.
He tell you what, I thinke it is our way,
If we will keepein fauour with the King,
To be her men, and weare her Liuery.
The iealous ore-worne Widdow,and her felfe,
Since that our Brother dubM them Gentlewomen,
Are mighty Gofsips in our Monarchy.
Bra. I befeech your Graces both to pardon me.
His Maiefty hath ftraightly giuen in charge,
That no man ihall haue priuate Conference
(Of what degree foeuer) with your Brother.
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174 The Life and Death of Tachará the Third.
Rich. Euen fo,and pleafe your Worihip Brul^nbury,
You may partake of any thing we fay :
We fpeake no Treaibn man ; We fay the King
Is wife and vertuous, and his Noble Queene
Well ftrooke in ycares, faire,and not iealious.
We fay, that Shores Wife hath a pretty Footj
A cherry Lip, a bonny Eye, a pafsing pleafing tongue:
And that the Queenes Kindred are made gentle Folkes.
How fay you fir? can you deny all this ?
'Bra. With this ( my Lord) my felfe haue nought to
doo.
Rich. Naught to do with Miftris Shore}
I tell thee Fellow, he that doth naught with her
(Excepting one ) were heft to do it fecretly alone.
'Bra. What one, my Lord ?
Rich. Her Husband Knaue, would'il thou betray me?
'Bra. I do befeech your Grace
To pardon me, and withall forbeare
Your Conference with the Noble Duke.
Qla. We know thy charge 'Bral(enhury,ani wil obey.
Rich. We are the Queenes abieGs,and muft obey.
Brother farewell, I will vnto the King,
And whatfoe're you will imploy me in.
Were it to call King Edwards Widdow, Sifter,
I will performe it to infranchife you.
Meane time, this deepe difgrace in Brotherhood,
Touches me deeper then you can imagine.
Qla. I know it pleafeth neither of vs well.
Rich. Well,your imprifonment lhall not be long,
I will deliuer you, or elfe lye for you :
Meane time, haue patience.
da. I muft perforce : Farewell. Exit dar.
Rich Go treade the path that thou lhalt ne're return:
Simple plaine Qlarence, I do loue thee fo.
That I will Ihortly fend thy Soule to Heauen,
If Heauen will take the prefent at our hands.
But who comes heere? the new deliuered Haßings ?
Enter Lord Haßings,
Haß. 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 Lordfhip brook'd imprifonment?
Haß. With patience (Noble Lord)as prifoners muft:
But I lhall Hue (my Lord) to giue them thankes
That were the caufe of my imprifonment.
Rich. No doubt, no doubt,and fo lhall darence too,
For they that were your Enemies, are his.
And haue preuail'd as much on him, as you,
Haß. More pitty,that the Eagles ihould be mew'd,
Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty.
Rich. What newes abroad ?
Haß. No newes fo bad abroad, as this at home :
The King is fickly, weake,and melancholly.
And his Phyfitians feare him mightily. ■
Rich. Now by S.lohn,that Newes is bad indeed.
O he hath kept an euill Diet long.
And ouer-much confum'd his Royall Perfon:
'Tis very greeuous to be thought vpon.
Where is he, in his bed ?
Haß. He is.
Rich. Go you before, and I will follow you.
Exit Haßings.
He cannot liue I hope, andmuft not dye.
Till George be pack'd with poft-horfe vp to Heauen.
He in to vrge his hatred more to darence,
With Lyes well fteel'd with weighty Arguments,
And if I faile qot in my deepe intent,
darence hath not another day to liue :
Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
And leaue the world tor me to bufsle in.
For then, lie marry Warwickes yongeft daughter.
What though I kill'd her Husband, and her Father,
The readieft way to make the Wench amends,
Is to become her Husband,and her Father :
The which will 1, not all fo much for loue.
As for another fecret clofe intent.
By marrying her, which I muft reach vnto.
But yet I run before my horfe to Market :
darence ftill breathes, Edward ftill liues and raignes.
When they are gone, then muft I count my gaines. Exit
Seena Secunda.
Enter the Coarfe of Hcnrie theßxt with Halberds to guard it,
Lady ainne being the dILourner.
cAnne. Set downe, fet downe your honourable load,
If Honor may be Ihrowded in a Herfe ;
Whil'ft I a-while obfequioufiy lament
Th'vntimely fall of Vertuous Lancafter.
Poore key-cold Figure of a holy King,
Pale Alhes of the Houfe of Lancafter ;
Thou bloodlcfle Remnant of that Royall Blood,
Be it lawfull that I inuocate thy Ghoft,
To heare the Lamentations of poore Anne,
Wife to thy Edward, to thy ftaughtred Sonne,
Stab'd by the felfefame hand that made thefe wounds.
Loe, in thefe windowes that let forth thy life,
I powre the helplefle Balmeof my poore eyes.
O curfed be the hand that made thefe holes :
Curfed the Heart, that had the heart to do it :
Cnrfed the Blood, that let this blood from hence s
More direfull hap betide that hated Wretch
That makes vs wretched by the death of thee.
Then I can wilh 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,
Whofe vglyand vnnaturall Afpeél
May fright the hopefull Mother at the view.
And that be Heyre to his vnhappinefle.
If euer he haue Wife, let her be made
More miferable by the death of him.
Then I am made by my young Lord, and thee.
Come now towards Chertfey with your holy Lode,
Taken from Paules, to be interred there.
And ftill as you are weary of this waight.
Reft you, whiles I lament King Henries Coarfe.
Enter Richard Dul(e of Gloßer.
fich. Stay you that beare the Coarfe, & fit it down.
An. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend,
To ftop deuoted charitable deeds ?
Rich. Villaines fet downe the Coarfe,or by S. Paul,
He make a Coarfe of him that difobeyes.
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Gtn» My Lord (land backe, and let the Coffin palTe.
Rich, Vnmanner'd Dogge,
Scand'ft thou when I commaund :
Aduance thy Halbert higher then my bred,
Or by S. Paul Jle ftrike thee to my Foote,
And fpurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldneíTe.
Anne, What do you tremble? are you all affraid ?
Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortal!,
And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell.
Auant thou dreadful! miniiler of Hell \
Thou had'il but power ouer his Mortall body.
His Soule thou canil not haue: Therefore be gone.
Rich. Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not fo curft.
An. Foule Díuell,
For Gods fake hence, and trouble vs not.
For thou haft made the happy earth thy Hell :
Fiird it with curfing cries, and deepe exclaimes :
If thou delight to view thy hey nous deeds.
Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries,
Oh Gentlemen, fee, fee dead Henries wounds.
Open their congeaFd mouthes, and bleed afreih.
Blu(h,bluih, thou lumpe of fowle Deformities
For *tis thy prefence that exhales this blood
From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels.
Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall,
Prouokes this Deluge moft vnnaturall,
0 God! which this Blood mad'ft, reuenge his death:
0 Earth! which this Blood drink^ft, reuenge his death.
Either Heau*n with Lightning ftrike the murth'rer dead i
Or Earth gape open wide, and eate him quicke.
As thou doft fwallow vp this good Kings blood.
Which his Hell-gouernM arme hath butchered«
Rich. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity,
Which renders good for bad, BleiTings for Curfes,
An. Villaine,thou know'ft nor law of God nor Man,
No Beaft fo fierce, but knowes fome touch of pitty.
Rich. But I know none, and therefore am no Beaft.
An. O wonderfull, when diuels tell the truth !
Rich. More wonderfull,when Angels are fo angry:
Vouchfafe (diuine perfeflion of a Woman)
Of thefe fuppofed Crimes, to giue me leaue
By circumftance, but to acquit my felfe.
An. Vouchfafe (defus'd infeÄion of man)
Ofthefe knowne euils, but to giue me leaue
By circumftance, to curfe thy curfed Seife.
Rich. Fairer then tongue can name thee, let me haue
Some patient leyfure to excufe my felfe.
An. Fouler then heart can thinke thee.
Thou can'ft make no excufe currant,
But to hang thy felfe.
Rich, By fuch difpaire, I ftiould accufe my felfe.
An. And by difpairing (halt thou (land excufed.
For doing worthy Vengeance on thy felfe,
That did'ft vnworthy (laughter vpon others.
Rich. Say that I flew them not.
An. Then fay they were not daine :
But dead they are, and diuelliih Haue by thee.
Rich. I did not kill your Husband.
An, Why then he is aliue.
Rjcb. Nay, he is dead, and daine by Edw^fds hands.
An. In thy foule throat thou Ly'ft,
Queene ^Margaret faw
Thy murderous Faulchion fmoaking in his blood :
The which, thou once didd'ft bend againft her bred.
But that thy Brothers beate afide the point.
Rich. I was prouoked by her fiand'rous tongue,,
S"
That laid their guilt, vpon my guiltleíTe Shoulders.
An. Thou was't prouoked by thy bloody minde,
That neuer dream'ft on ought but Butcheries:
Did'ft thou not kill this King t
Rich, I graunt ye.
An. Do'ft grant me Hedge-hogge,
Then God graunt me too
Thou may'ft be damned for that wicked deede,
O he was gentle, milde, and vertuous.
Rich, The better for the King of heauen that hath him.
An. He is in heauen, where thou (halt neuer come.
Rich. Let him thanke me, that Holpe to fend him thi¬
ther :
For he was fitter for that place then earth.
An. And thou vnfit for any place, but hell.
Rich. Yes one place elfe, if you will heare me name it.
An. Some dungeon.
Rich. Your Bed-chamber.
tAn. Ill reft betide the chamber where thou lyeft.
Rich. So will it Madam, till 1 lye with you.
An. I hope fo.
Rich. I know fo. But gentle Lady Anr.e^
To leaue this keene encounter of our wittes,
And fall fomething Into a (lower method.
Is not the caufer of the timeleíTe deaths
Of thefe Plantagenets y Henrie and Sdward,
As blamefull as the Executioner.
An. Thou was't the caufe, and moft accurft effeô.
Rich. Your beauty was the caufe of that effeil ;
Your beauty, that did haunt me in my (leepe,
To vndertake the death of all the world.
So I might liue one houre in your fweet bofome.
An. If I thought that, I tell thee Homicide,
Thefe Nailes (hould rent that beauty from my Cheekes.
Rich. Thefe eyes could not endure y beauties wrack,
You (hould nor blemiih it, if 1 ftood by j
As all the world is cheared by the Sunne,
So 1 by that : It is my day, my life.
An. Blacke night ore-ihade thy day. Sc death thy life«
Rich. Curfe not thy felfe faire Creature,
Thou art both«
An, 1 would I were, to be reueng'd on thee.
Rich. It is a quarrell moft vnnaturall.
To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee.
An. It is a quarrell iuft and reafonable.
To bereuangM on him that kill'd my Husband.
Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband,
Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband.
An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth.
Rich. He hues, that loues thee better then he could.
An. Name him.
Rich. Plantagenet.
An. Why that was he.
Rich. The felfefame name, but one of better Nature.
An. Where is he ?
'R¿ch. Heere : Spits at him.
Why doft thou fpit at me.
An, Would it were mortall poyfon, for thy fake.
Rich. Neuer came poyfon from fo fweet a place.
An, Neuer hung poyfon on a fowler Toade.
Out of my fight, thou doft infeÄ mine eyes.
Rich. Thine eyes (fweet Lady) haue infe£led mine.
An. Would they were Bafiliskes, to ftrike thee dead.
Rich. I would they were, that I might dye at once :
For now they kill me with a liuing death«
Thoie eyes of thine, from mine haue drawne /alt Teares ;
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176 The Life and Death of '^chardthe Third.
ShamM their Afpefts with ftore of childiih drops î
Thefe eyes, which neuer íhed remorfefull teare,
No, when my Father Yorke, and Edward wept,
To heare the pitcious moane that Rutland made
When black-facM Clifford Ihooke his fword at him.
Nor when thy warlike Father like a Childe,
Told the fad ftorie of my Fathers death,
And twenty times, made paufe to fob and weepe:
That all the ftanders by had wet their cheekes
Like Trees bedalh'd with raine. In that fad time,
My manly eyes did fcorne an humble teare :
And what thefe forrowes could not thence exhale,
Thy Beauty hath, and made them blinde with weeping.
I neuer fued to Friend, nor Enemy :
My Tongue could neuer learne fweet fmoothing word.
But now thy Beauty is proposed my Fee,
My proud heart fues, and prompts my tongue to fpeake.
She looses fcornfully at him.
Teach not thy lip fuch Scorne ; for it was made
For killing Lady, not for fuch contempt.
If thy reuengefull heart cannot forgiue,
Loe heere I lend thee this iharpe-pointed Sword,
Which if thou pleafe to hide in this true breft.
And let the Soule forth that adoreth thee,
1 lay it naked to the deadly ftroke.
And humbly begge the death vpon my knee.
He layes hü bref openfhe offers at with bis fword.
Nay do not paufe : For 1 did kill King Henrie^
But 'twas thy Beauty that prouoked me.
Nay now difpatch : 'Twas I that ftabb'd yong "Edwardy
But 'twas thy Heauenly face that fet me on.
Shefais the Sword.
Take vp the Sword againe, or take vp me.
An. Arife DiíTembler, though I wilh thy death,
I will not be thy Executioner.
Rich. Then bid me kill my felfe, and I will do it.
An. I haue already.
Rich. That was in thy rage;
Speake it againe, and euen with the word,
This hand, which for thy loue, did kill thy Loue,
Shall for thy loue, kill a farre truer Loue,
To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceflary.
tAn. I would I knew thy heart.
%ich. 'Tis figur'd in my tongue.
An. I feare me, both are falfe.
%ich^ Then neuer Man was true. *
An. Well, well,put vp your Sword.
'Rieb. Say then my Peace is made.
tAn. That ihalt thou know heereafter.
Rich. But ihall I hue in hope.
An. All men I hope Hue fo.
Vouchfafe to weare this Ring.
Rich. Looke how my Ring incompaíTeth thy Finger,
Euen fo thy Breft inclofeth my poore heart :
Weare both of them, for both of them are thine.
And if thy poore deuoted Seruant may
But beg one fauour at thy gracious hand,
Thou doft confirme his happinefle for euer.
An. What is it ?
Rich. That it may pleafe you leaue thefe fad defignes,
To him that hath moft caufe to be a Mourner,
And prefently repayre to Crosbie Houfe ;
Where (after I haue folemnly interred
At Chertfey Monaft'ry this Noble King,
And wet his Graue with my Repentant Teares)
I will with all expedient duty fee you,
For diuers vnknowne Reafons, I befeech you.
Grant me this Boon.
An. With all my heart, and much it ioycs me too.
To fee you are become fo penitent.
Treffet and Earl^ley^ go along with me.
Rich. Bid me farwell.
An. 'Tis more then you deferue :
But fince you teach me how to flatter you,
Imagine I haue faide farewell already.
Exit two with Anne.
Gent. Towards Chertfey, Noble Lord?
Rich. No: to White Friars, there attend my commlng
Exit Qoarje
Was euer woman in this humour woo'd ?
Was euer woman in this humour wonne ?
He haue her, but I will not keepe her long.
What? I that kill'd her Husband, and his Father,
To take her in her hearts extreameft hate.
With curfes in her mouth, Teares in her eyes,
The bleeding witnefle of my hatred by,
Hauing God, her Confcience,and thefe bars againft me,
And I, no Friends to backe my fuite withall.
But the plaine Diuell, and diflembling lookes ?
And yet to winne her? All the world to nothing.
Hah!
Hath Ihe forgot aireadle that braue Prince,
Edwardyher Lord, whom I(fome three monthes fince)
Stab'd in my angry mood, at Tewkesbury?
A fweeter, and a louelier Gentleman,
Fram'd in the prodigallity of Nature :
Yong, Valiant, Wife, and (no doubt)rÍght Royal,
The fpacious World cannot againe affoord :
And will ihe yet abafe her eyes on me.
That cropt the Golden prime of this fweet Prince,
And made her Widdow to a wofull Bed ?
On me, whofe All not equals Edwards Moytíe ?
On me, that halt$,and am miihapen thus?
My Dukedome, to a Beggerly denier !
1 do mifiake my perfon all this while :
Vpon my life ihe findes (although I cannot^
My felfe to be a maru'Uous proper man.
He be at Charges for a Looking-glaiTe,
And entertaine a fcore or two of Taylors,
To ftudy faihions to adorne my body :
Since I am crept in fauour with my felfe,
I will maintaine it with fome little coft.
But firft He turne yon Fellow in his Graue,
And then returne lamenting to my Loue.
Shine out faire Sunne, till 1 haue bought a glaíTe,
That I may fee my Shadow as I palTe. exit.
Seena Tertia.
Enter the Queene Afotbery Lord Riuersy
and Lord Gray.
\
R/i/. Haue patience Madam, ther's no doubt his Maiefty
Will foone recouer his accuftom'd health.
Gray. In that you brooke it ill, it makes him worÎè,
Therefore for Gods fake entertaine good comfort.
And cheere his Grace with quicke and merry eyes
Qu. If he were dead, what would betide on me f
Gray.
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j If he were dead, what would betide on me f
Gray. No other harme, but loiTe of fuch a Lord.
Slu. The lofle of fuch a Lord, includes all harmes.
Gray. The Heauens haue bleft you with a goodly Son,
To be your Comforter, when he Is gone.
ßtf. Ah! he is yong ; and his minority
Is put vnto the truft of Richard Gioußer,
A man that loues not me, nor none of you.
%Ju. Is it concluded he fhall be Protestor?
S»- It is determined, not concluded yet:
But 10 it muil be, if the King mifcarry.
Enter Baci^ngham and Derby,
GrayMtxt comes the Lord of Buckingham & Derby.
Buc. Good time of day vnto your Royall Grace.
^er, God make your Maiefty loyful,as you haue bin
ß«. The Countefle '^cbTnond,%ooá my L.of Derby.
To your good prayer, will fcarfely fay. Amen.
Yet Z)ír¿y,notwithftanding fliee's your wife,
And loues not me, be you good Lord aíTurM,
I hate not you for her proud arrogance.
Der. I do befeech you, either not beleeue
The enuious flanders of her falfe Accufers :
Or if Ihe be accusM on true report,
Beare with her weaknefle, which I thinke proceeds
From wayward íickneíTe.and no grounded malice.
Qu, Saw you the King to day my Lord of Derby.
Der. But now the Duke of Buckingham and I,
Are come from viliting his Maiefty.
Qm. What likelyhood of his amendment Lords.
Buc, Madam good hope,his Grace fpeaks chearfully.
Qu. God grant him health,did you confer with him?
Buc. I Madam, he defires to make attonement
Betweene the Duke of Gloufter,and your Brothers,
And betweene them, and my Lord Chamberlaine,
And fent to warne them to his Royall prefence.
¿lu. Would all were well, but that will neuer be,
Ifeare our bappineíTe is at the height.
Enter Richard,
Rich. They do me wrong, and I will not indure it,
Who is it that complaines vnto the King,
Thar I (forfooth ) am fterne,and loue them not ?
By holy Paul^ they loue his Grace but lightly.
That fill his eares with fuch diíTentious Rumors.
Becaufe I cannot Batter,and looke faire.
Smile in mens iaces,rmooth,deceiue,and cogge.
Ducke with French nods, and ApiBi curtefie,
I muft be held a rancorous Enemy.
Cannot a plaine man liue,and thinke no harme.
But thus his fimple truth muft be abused.
With filken, ilye,infinuating lackes?
Grey. To who in all this prefence fpeaks your Grace ?
Rich. To thee, that haft nor Honefty,nor Grace :
When haue I iniur'd thee? When done thee wrong?
Or thee? or thee? or any of your Fadlion f
A plague vpon you all. His Royall Grace
(Whom God prcferue better then you would wilh)
Cannot be quiet fcarfe a breathing while.
But you muft trouble him with lewd complaints.
0^, Brother of Gloufter.you miftake the matter:
The King on his owne Royall difpoficion,
(And not prouok*d by anySutor elfe)
Ayming (belike)at your intérieur hatred,
That in your outward action ihewes it felfe
Againft my Children, Brothers,and my Seife,
Makes him to fend, that he may learne the ground.
T^ich. I cannot tell, the world is growne fo bad,
That Wrens make prey, where Eagles dare not pearch.
Since euerie laeke became a Gentleman,
There's many a gentle perfon made a lacke.
Come, come,we know your meaning Brother
You enuy my aduancement,and my friends: (Glofter
God grant we neuer may haue neede of you.
Ä/VÄ.Meane time,God grants that I haue need of you.
Our Brother is imprifon'd by your meanes.
My felfe difgrac'd, and the Nobilitie
Held in contempt, while great Promotions
Are daily giuen to ennoble thofe
That fcarfe fome two dayes lince were worth a Noble.
Q^. By him that rais'd me to this carefull height.
From that contented hap which I inioy'd,
1 neuer did incenfe his JVlaieftie
Againft the Duke of Clarenccyhut haue bin
An earneft aduocate to plead for him.
My Lord you do me ihamefull iniurie,
Faifely to draw me in thefe vile fufpeéis.
Rtch\ You may deny that you were not the meane
Of my Lord Haßingi late imprifonment.
Riu. She may my Lord,for
Rich. She may Lord Riuers, why who knowes not fo?
She may do more fir then denying that :
She may helpe you to many faire preferments.
And then deny her ayding hand therein,
And lay thofe Honors on your high defert.
What may ihe not, £he may, I marry may fiie.
Riu. What marry may ihe ?
Ric. What marrie may Ihe ? Marrie with a King,
A Batcheller, and a handfome ftripling too,
I wis your Grandam had a worfer match.
My Lord of Gloufter,I haue too long borne
Your blunt vpbraidings,and your bitter fcoffes :
By heauen, I will acquaint his Maieftie
Of thofe grolTe taunts that oft I haue endur'd.
I had rather be a Countrie feruant maide
Then a great Queene, with this condition,
To be fo baited,fcorn'd, and ftormed at.
Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene.
Enter old ¿lueene Margaret.
Mar. And lefned be that fmall, God I befeech him.
Thy honor, ftate, and feate,is due to me.
Rich. What? threat you me with telling of the King ?
I will auouch't in prefence of the King :
I dare aduenture to be fent to th'Towre.
'Tis time to fpeake,
My paines are quite forgot.
Margaret. Out Diuell,
I do remember them too well :
Thou killd'ft my Husband Henrie in the Tower,
And Edrvard my poore Son, at Tewkesburie.
Rich. Ere you were Queene,
I, or your Husband King :
I was a packe-horfe in his great affaires :
A weeder out of his proud Aduerfaries,
A liberal! rewarder of his Friends,
To royalize his blood,! fpent mine owue.
Margaret. I and much better blood
Then his, or thine.
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Rich. In all which time,you and your Husband Grey
Were factious, for the Houfe of Lancafler\
And R'tuersyio were you ; Was not your Husband,
In ç^argarets Battaile,at Saint /laine ?
Let me put in your mindes, if you forget
What you haue beene ere this, and what you are !
Withalljwhat I haue beene,and what I am.
A murthVous Villaine, and fo ftill thou art*
Rich. Poore Qlarence did forfake his Father
I,and forfwore himfelfe (which lefu pardon.)
Q^M. Which God reuenge.
Rich. To fight on Sdtvards partie, for the Crowne,
And for his meede, poore Lord, he is mewed vp :
I would to God my heact were Flint,like Edvardsy
Or Ed-wards foft and pittifull,like mine ;
I am too chiidi/h fooliih for this World.
^.Af.High thee to Hell for ihame,&leaue this World
Thou Cacodemon,there thy Kingdome is.
Riu. My Lord of Glofter; in thofe bufie dayes,
Which here you vrge,to proue vs Enemies,
We followed then our Lord,our Soueraigne King,
So ihould we you, if you ihould be our King.
Rich. If I Ihould be ? I had rather be a Pedler :
Farre be it from my heart, the thought thereof.
As little ioy (my Lordj as you fuppofe
You ihould enioy,were you this Countries King,
As little ioy you may fuppofe in me,
That I enioy, being the Queene thereof.
Q^M. A little ioy enioy es the Queene thereof,
For I am ihee,and altogether ioyleffe ;
1 can no longer hold me patient.
Heare me, you wrangling Pyrates, that fall out,
In iharing that which you haue pilPd from me :
Which off you trembles not, that lookes on me ?
If not, that I am Queene, you bow like Subieéfs;
Yet that by you deposed,you quake like Rebells.
Ah gentle Villaine, doe not turne away, (fight ?
R/ib. Foule wrinckled Witch, what mak^ft thou in my
But repetition of what thou haft marPd,
That will I make, before I let thee goe.
Rich. Wert thou not bani/hed, on paine of death?
Q^M. I was : but I doe find more paine in baniihment.
Then death can yeeld me here, by my abode.
A Husband and a Sonne thou ow'ftto me,
And thou a Kingdome j all of you, allégeance :
This Sorrow that I haue, by right is yours,
And all the Pleafures you vfurpe,are mine.
Rich. The Curfe my Noble Father layd on thee.
When thou didft Crown his Warlike Brows with Paper,
And with thy fcornes drew'ft Riuers from his eyes,
And then to dry them.gau'ft the Duke a Clowt,
Steep'd in the faultleffe blood of prcttie Rutland:
His Curfes then,from bitternefie of Soule,
Denounc'd againft thee, are all falne vpon thee :
And God,not we,hath plaguM thy bloody deed.
So iuft is God, to right the innocent.
Haß. O,'twas the fouleft deed to flay that Babe,
And the moft mercileire,that ere was heard of.
i?/«.Tyrants themfelues wept when it was reported.
^orj.'^o man but prophecied reuenge for it.
^ucl(. Northumherlandf thtn prefent, wept to fee it.
What ? were you fnarling all before I came,
Ready to catch each other by the throat.
And turne you all your hatred now on me ?
Did Toriles dread Curfe preuaile fo much with Heauen,
That Henries death, my louely Edwards death,
Their Kingdomes lofle,my wofull Baniihment,
Should all but anfwer for that peeui/h Brat ?
Can Curfes pierce the Clouds,and enter Heauen?
Why then giue way dull Clouds to my quick Curfes.
Though not by Warre, by Surfet dye your King,
As ours by Murther,to make him a King.
Ed-ward thy Sonne, that now is Prince of Wales,
For Edward our Sonne, that was Prince of Wales,
Dye in his youth,by like vntimely violence.
Thy felfe a Queene, for me that was a Queene,
Out-liue thy glory,like my wretched felfe:
Long may'ft thou liue,to wayle thy Childrens death,
And fee another,as I fee thee now,
DeckM in thy Rights, as thou art ftalPd in mine.
Long dye thy happie dayes, before thy death,
And after many lengthened howres of griefe.
Dye neyther Mother, Wife, nor Englands Queene.
T{iuers and Dorjet.^ you were ftanders by,
And fo waft thou,Lord Haflings^vfhcn my Sonne
Was ftab'd with bloody Daggers:God,I pray him,
That none of you may liue his naturall age,
But by fome vnlookM accident cut off.
R/VAHaue done thy Charme,y hateful wither'd Hagge.
And leaue out thee? ftay Dog, for y /halt heare me.
If Heauen haue any grieuous plague in ftore.
Exceeding thofe that 1 can wi/h vpon thee,
O let them keepe it, till thy finnes be ripe,
And then hurle downe their indignation
On thee, the troubler of the poore Worlds peace.
The Wörme of Confcience ftill begnaw thy Soule,
Thy Friends fufpeil for Traytors while thou liu'ft,
And take deepe Traytors for thy deareft Friends :
No fleepe clofe vp that deadly Eye of thine,
Vnleffe it be while fome tormenting Dreame
AfiVights thee with a Hell of ougly Deuills.
Thou eluiih mark'd, abortiue rooting Hogge,
Thou that waft feaPd in thy Natiuitie
The flaue of Nature,and the Sonne of Hell :
Thou flander of thy heauie Mothers Wombe,
Thou loathed IfTue of thy Fathers Loynes,
Thou Ragge of Honor, thou detefted—
BJch. cdMargaret*
Richard. Rich. Ha,
Q^M. I call thee not.
Rich. I cry thee merciè then : for I did thinkc,
That thou hadft call'd me all thefe bitter names*
Why fo I did, but look'd for no reply*
Oh let me make the Period to my Curfe.
Rich. 'Tis done by me, and ends in o^argaret.
Qu.Thus haue you breath'd your Curfe againft your felf.
Poore painted Queen, vain flouriih of my fortune,
Why ftrew'ft thou Sugar, on that Bottel'd Spider,
Whofe deadly Web enfnareth thee about ?
Foole,foole,thou whet'ft a Knife to kill thy felfe :
The day will come, that thou /halt wi/h for me,
To helpe thee curfe this poyfonous Bunch-backt Toade.
Ä^.Falfe boding Woman,end thy frantick Curfe,
Leaft to thy harme,thou moue our patience.
.^M.FouIe lhame vpon you, you haue all mou'd mine.
R/.Were you wel feru'd,you would be taught your duty.
¿IjMTo ferue me well, you all ihould do me duty.
Teach me to be your Queene,and you my Subie¿Is :
O ferue me well, and teach your felues that duty.
Dorf. Difpute not with her,/hee is lunaticke.
Peace Mafter Marqueíre,you are malapert,
Your fire-new ftampe of Honor is fcarce currant.
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0 that your yong Nobility could iudge
What*twere to lofe it,and be miferable.
They that Hand high, haue many blaHs to ihake them,
And if they fall, they daih themfelues to peeces.
Rich. Good counfaile marry, learne it, learne it Mar*
<jueire.
Dor. It touches you my Lord, as much as me.
Rieb, I, and much more : but I was borne fo high:
Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top.
And dallies with the winde, and fcornes the Sunne.
Mar. And turnes the Sun to Hiade : alas,alas,
Witnefle my Sonne, now in the ihade of death,
Whofe bright out-ihining beames, thy cloudy wrath
Hath in eternall darkneííe folded vp.
Your ayery buildeth in our ayeries Nell:
0 God that feeft it, do not fuffer it,
As it is wonne with blood, loll be it fo.
Buc. Peace, peace for lhame : If not, for Charity.
Mar. Vrge neither chanty,nor ihame to me:
Vncharitably with me haue you dealt,
And ihamefully my hopes (by you) are butcher'd.
My Charity is outrage, Life my lhame,
And in that lhame, Hill liue my forrowes rage.
^uc. Haue done,haue done.
Mar. O Princely Buckingham, He kilTe thy hand,
In ligne of League and amity with thee :
Now faire befall thee, and thy Noble houfe :
Thy Garments are not fpotted with our blood :
Nor thou within the eompalTe of my curfe.
^uc. Nor no one heere ; for Curfes neuer palTe
The lips of thole that breath them in the ayre.
Mar, I will not thinke but they afcend the sky,
And there awake Gods gentle ileeping peace.
0 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 fet their markes on him.
And all their MiniHers attend on him.
'Rich, What doth Ihe fay,my Lord of Buckingham.
Buc. Nothing that I reípeél my gracious Lord.
Mar. What doH thou fcorne me
For my gentle counfell f
And footh the diuell that I warne thee from.
0 but remember this another day :
When he lhall fplit thy very heart with forrow :
And fay(poore MargaretJwzs a ProphetelTe ;
Liue each of you the fubiedls to his hate.
And he to yours, and all of you to Gods. Exit.
Buc, My haire doth Hand an end to heare her curfes.
Riu. And fo doth mine, I mufe why Ihe'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:
1 was too hot, to do fomebody good,
That is too cold in thinking of it now :
Marry as for Clarencey he is well repayed :
He is frankM vp to fatting for his paines,
God pardon them, that are the caufe thereof.
Riu, A vertuous,and a ChriHian-like conclufion
To pray for them that haue done fcath to vs.
Rich, So do 1 euer, being well adui$*d.
S/>eaI(es to himjelfe.
For had I curH now, I had curll my felfe.
Enter Catesby,
Cates. Madam, his MaieHy doth call for you.
And for your Grace, and yours my gracious Lord.
Cateshy I come. Lords will you go with mee.
Riu. We wait vpon your Grace,
Exeunt all but Gloßer,
Rieb. I do the wrong, and firH begin to brawle.
The fecret Mifcheefes that I fet abroach,
I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others.
Clarenccy who I indeede haue caH in darknelTe,
I do beweepe to many (imple Guiles,
Namely to Derhyy HaßingSy Buckjnghamy
And tell them 'tis the Queene,and her Allies,
That Hirre the King againH the Duke my Brother.
Now they beleeue it, and withall whet me
To be reueng'd on Riuersy DorfetyGrey.
But then I iigh, 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, Holne forth of holy Writ,
And feeme a Saint, when moH I play the deuill.
Enter fwo murtherers.
But foft, heere come my Executioners,
How now my hardy Hout refolued Mates,
Are you now going to difpatch this thing ?
'D/V.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 Craby place;
But firs be fodaine in the execution,
Withall obdurate, do not heare him pleade ;
For Clarence is well fpoken, and perhappes
May moue your hearts to pitty, if you marke him.
X)il. Tut,tut, my Lord, we will not Hand to prate,
Talkers are no good dooers, be aflur'd :
We go to vfe our hands,and notour tongues.
Rich. Your eyes drop Mill-Hones, when Fooles eyes
fall Teares :
I like you Lads,about your bufineíTe Hraight.
Go, go, difpatch.
Vil. We will my Noble Lord,
Seena Quarta.
Enter Clarence and Keeper.
Keep. Why lookes your Grace fo heauily to day.
Cla, 0,1 haue paH a miferable night,
So full of fearefull Dreames, of vgly fights,
That as I am a ChriHian faithfull man,
I would not fpend a.nother fuch a night
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy dales:
So full of difmall terror was the time.
ATfi^.What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tel me
C/a.Me thoughts that I had broken from the Tower,
And was embark'd to crofle to Burgundy,
And in my company my Brother GlouHer,
Who from my Cabin tempted me to walke,
Vpon the Hatches : There we look'd toward England,
And cited vp a thoufand heauy times,
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18 o The Life and Death of 'Rehará the Tbird.
During the warres of Yorke and Lancafter
That had befalne vs.As we pac'd along
Vpon the giddy footing of the Hatches,
Me thought that Gloufter ftumbled,and in falling
Strooke me (that thought to ftay him)ouer-boord,
Into the tumbling billowes of the maine.
O Lord, me thought what paine it was to drowne,
What dreadfull noiie of water in mine eares,
What fights of vgly death within mine eyes.
Me thoughts, I faw a thoufand fearfull wrackes :
A thoufand men^that Fifhes gnaw'd vpon :
Wedges of Gold,great Anchors, heapes of Pearle,
Ineftimable Stones, vnvalewed Jewels,
All fcattred 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 *twere in fcorne of eyes) reflefting Gemmes,
That wooM the filmy bottome of the deepe,
And mock'd the dead bones that lay fcattred by«
Keep. Had you fuch leyfure in the time of death
To gaze vpon thefe fecrets of the deepe ?
Cla. Me thought I had, and often did I ftriue
To yeeld the Ghofl : but ftill the enuious Flood
Stop'd in my foule, and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vafi, and wandering ayre ;
But fmother'd it within my panting bulke,
Who almoft burft, to belch it in the Sea.
Keep. Awak'd you not in this fore Agony?
Ciar. No,no, myDreame was lengthen'd after life.
0 then, began the Tempeft to my Soule.
1 paft (me thought) the Melancholly Flood,
With that fowre Ferry-man which Poets write of,
Vnto the Kingdome of perpetual! Night.
The firft that there did greet my Stranger-foule,
Was my great Father-in-Law, renowned Warwicke,
Who fpake alowd : What fcourge for Periurie,
Can this darke Monarchy affbord falfe Qlarence ?
And fo he vaniih*d. Then came wandering by,
A Shadow like an Angelí, with bright hayre
DabbePd in blood,and he fhrlek'd out alowd
Clarence is come, falfe,fleeting,periurM Clarenccy
That ftabb'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 Noiie,
I (tiembling) wak'd, and for a feafon after,
Could not beleeue, but that I was in Hell,
Such terrible Imprefsion made myDreame.
Keep. No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you,
I am aifraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it.
Cla. Ah Keeper,Keeper,I haue done thefe things
(That now giue euidence againft my Soule)
For Sattards fake, and fee how he requits mee.
O God! if my deepe prayres cannot appeafe thee.
But thou wilt be auengM on my mifdeeds,
Yet execute thy wrath in me alone :
O fpare myguiltleffe Wife, and my poore children.
Keeper, I prythee fit by me a-while.
My Soule is heauy,and I faine would fleepe«
Keep.l will my Lord, God giue yow Grace good reft.
Enter Bral^enbury the Lieutenant.
'Era. Sorrow breakes Seafons,and repofing houres,
Makes the Night Morning,and the Noon-tide night:
Princes haue but their Titles for their Glories,
An outward Honor, for an inward Toyle,
And for vnfelt Imaginations
They often feele a world of reftlefle Cares :
So that betweene their Titles, and low Name,
There's nothing differs, but the outward fame.
Enter two o^urtherers.
1.Mur. Ho, who's heere f
Era. What would'ft thou Fellow ? And how camm'ft
thou hither.
2. cMur. I would fpeak with Clarence^ and I came hi¬
ther on my Legges,
Bra. What fo breefe?
I. 'Tis better (Sir) then to be tedious :
Let him fee our Com mi filon, and talke no more« Kea^
Era. I am in this, commanded to deliuer
The Noble Duke of Clarence to your hands.
I will not reafon what is meant heereby,
Becaufe I will be guiltlefie from the meaning.
There lies the Duke afleepe,and there the Keyes.
lie to the King,and fignifie to hin).
That thus I haue refign'd to you my charge. Exit.
1 You may fir, 'tis a point of wifedome :
Far you well.
2 What, ihall we ftab him as he fleepes.
1 No: hee'l fay 'twas done cowardly,when he wakes
2 Why he ihall neuer wake, vntill the great Judge¬
ment day.
1 Why then hee'l fay, we ftab'd him fleeping.
2 The vrging of that word Judgement, hath bred a
kinde of remorfe in me.
1 What? art thou affraid ?
2 Not to kill him, hauing a Warrant,
But to be damn'd for killing him, from the which
No Warrant can defend me.
1 I thought thou had'ft bin refolute.
2 So I am, to let him liue.
1 lie backe to the Duke of Gloufter, and tell him fo,
2 Nay, I prythee ftay a little :
I hope this pafiionate humor of mine, will change.
It. was wont to hold me but while one tels twenty.
1 How do'ft thou feele thy felfe now ?
2 Some certaine dregges of confcience are yet with¬
in mee.
1 Remember our Reward, when the deed's done.
2 Comejhe dies : I had forgot the Reward.
Ï Where's thy confcience now.
2 O, in the Duke of Gloufters purfe.
1 When hee opens his purfe to giue vs our Reward,
thy Confcience flyes out.
2 'Tis no matter, let it goe : There's few or none will
entertaine it.
1 What if it come to thee againe ?
2 lie not meddle with it, it makes a man a Coward :
A man cannot fteale, but it accufeth him : A man cannot
Sweare, but it Checkes him : A man cannot lye with his
Neighbours Wife, but it deteéis him. 'Tis a blufhing
fhamefac'd fpirit, that mutinies in a mans bofome : It
filles a man full of Obftacles. It made me once reftore a
PuriTe.of Gold that (by chance) I found: It beggars any
man that keepes it : It is turn'd out of Townes and Cit-
ties for a dangerous thing, and euery man that means to
liue well, endeuours to truft to himfelfe, and liue with¬
out it.
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1 *Tis euen now at my elbow, perfwading me not to
kill the Dkue.
2 Take the diuell in thy minde,and beleeue him not:
He would infinuate with thee but to make thee figh.
1 1 am ilrong framM,he cannot preuaile with me.
2 Spoke like a tall man, that refpcifls thy reputation.
Come,ihall we fall to worke?
1 Take him on the Coftard, with the hiltes of thy
Sword,and then throw hitn into the Malmefey-Butte in
the nextroome.
2 O excellent deuice; and make a fop of him.
1 Soft, he wakes.
2 Strike.
1 No,wee*l reafon with him.
Cla. Where art thou Keeper? Giue me a cup of wine.
2 You /hall haue Wine enough my Lord anon.
Cla. In Gods name, what art thou ?
1 A man, as you are.
Oa, But not as I am Royall.
1 Nor you as we are. Loyall.
Cía. Thy voice is Thunder,but thy looks are humble.
1 My voice is now the Kings, my lookes mine owne.
Cla. How darkly,and how deadly doft thou fpeake?
Your eyes do menace me : why looke you pale ?
Who fent you hither? Wherefore do you come?
2 To, to, to
Cía. To murther me ?
"Both. 1,1.
Cla, You fcarfely haue the hearts to tell me fo,
And therefore cannot haue the hearts to do it.
Wherein my Friends haue I offended you f
1 Offended vs you haue not, but the King.
Cla. I ihall be reconcil'd to him againe.
2 Neuer my Lord, therefore prepare to dye.
Cla. Arc you drawne forth among a world of men
To flay the innocent? What is my offence f
Where is theEuidence that doth accufe me?
What lawfull Queft haue giuen their Verdial vp
Vnto the frowning ludge? Or who pronounc'd
The bitter fentence of poore Clarence death.
Before I be conuidl by courfe of Law ?
To threaten me with death, is moft vnlawfull.
I charge you, as you hope for any goodneffe,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me :
The deed you vndertakeis damnable.
1 What we will do, we do vpon command.
2 And he that hath commanded, is our Ki»g.
Cla. Erroneous Vaffals,the great King of Kings
Hath in the Table of his Law commanded
That thou /halt do no murther. Will you then
Spume at his £didf,and fulflll a Mans ?
Take heed ; for he holds Vengeance in his hand.
To hurle vpon their heads that breake his Law.
2 And that fame Vengeance doth he hurle on thee.
For falfe Forfwearing,and for murther too:
Thou did'ft receiue the Sacrament, to fight
In quarrell of the Houfe of Lancafter.
1 And like a Traitor to the name of God,
Did'ft breake that Vow,and with thy treacherous blade,
Vnrip'ft the Bowels of thy Sou'raignes Sonne.
2 Whom thou was*t fworne to cheri/h and defend.
I How canft thou vrge Gods dreadfull Law to vs.
When thou haft broke it in fuch deere degree ?
Cla. Alas! for whofe fake did I that ill deede ?
For Sdvpardy for my Brother, for his fake.
He fends you not to murther me for this:
5*7
For in that finne, he is as deepe as I.
If God will be auenged for the deed,
0 know you yet, he doth it publiquely,
Take not the quarrell from bis powrefull arme :
He needs no indiredl, or lawleffe courfe,
To cut off thofe that haue offended him.
I Who made thee then a bloudy minifter,
When gallant fpringing braue Plantagenety
That Princely Nouice was ftrucke dead by thee?
Cla. My Brothers loue, the Diuell,and my Rage.
1 Thy Brothers Loue, our Duty, and thy Faults,
Prouoke vs hither now, to flaughter thee.
Cla. If you do loue my Brother, hate not me :
1 am his Brother, and I loue him well.
If you are hyrM for meed, go backe againe, •
And I will fend you to my Brother Gloufter:
Who fliall reward you better for my life,
Then Edv(>ardv¡\\\ for tydingsof my death.
2 You are deceiu'd.
Your Brother Gloufter hates you.
Cla. Oh no,he loues me, and he holds me deere :
Go you to him from me.
I I fo we will.
Cla. Tell him,when that our Princely Father Yorke,
Bleft his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme,
He little thought of this diuided Friend/hip :
Bid Gloufter thinke on this, and he will weepe.
I I Milftones,as he leffoned vs to weepe.
Cla. O do not flander him, for he is kinde.
I Right,as Snow in Harueft:
Come, you deceiue your felfe,
'Tis he that fends vs to deftroy you beere.
Cla. It cannot be, for he bewept my Fortune,
And hugg'd me in his armes, and fwore with fobs.
That he would labour my deliuery.
1 Why fo he doth, when he deliuersyou
From this earths thraldome, to the ioyes of heauen.
2 Make peace with God, for you muft die my Lord.
Cla. Haue you that holy feeling in your foules,
To counfaile me to make my peace with God,
And are you yet to your owne foules fo blinde.
That you will warre with God, by murd'ring me.
O firs confider, they that fet you on
To do this deede, will hate you for the deede.
2 What lhall we do ?
Ciar. Relent, and faue your foules :
Which of you, if you were a Princes Sonne,
Being pent from Liberty, as I am now.
If two fuch murtherers as your felues came to you.
Would not intreat for life, as you would begge
Were you in my diftreffe.
1 Relent? no: 'Tis cowardly and womani/h.
Cla. Not to relent, is beaftly,fauage,diueUilh ;
My Friend, I fpy fome pitty in thy lookes :
O, if thine eye be not a Flatterer,
Come thou on my fide, 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.
He drowne you in the Malmefey-But within. Exit.
2 A bloody deed, and defperately difpatcht :
How faine (like P/Vare) would I wa/h my hands
Of this moft greeuous murther. Enter i.Miirtherer
I How now? what mean'ft thou that thou help'ft me
not ? By Heauen the Duke /hall know how ftacke you
haue beene.
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would he knew that I had fau'd his brother,
Take thou the Fee,and tell him what I fay,
For I repent me that the Duke is ilalne. Exit.
I .Mur. So do not I : go Coward as thou art.
Well, He go hide the body in fome hole.
Till that the Duke giue order for his buriall :
And when I haue my meede,! will away.
For this will out, and then I muft not ftay. Exit
Adiusfecundas. ScœnaDrima.
• Flüurfh. *
Enter the K.\ngßc\tfhe ¿(ueeney Lord c^arquejfe
^orfety RiuerSy HaßingSy Catesby^
'^uci^nghamy ]T'ooduUL
King» Why fo t now haue I done a good dales work.
You Peeres,continue this vnited League:
I, euery day expert an EmbaiTage
From my Redeemer, to redeeme me hence.
And more to peace my foule lhall part to heauen,
Since I haue made my Friends at peace on earth.
Dorjet and Riuers, take each others hand,
DilTemble not yout hatred, Sweare your loue.
R/w.By heauen,my foule is purg'd from grudging hate
And with my hand I Îèale my true hearts Loue.
Haß. So thriue I,as I truly fweare the like.
King. Take heed you dally not before your King,
Left he that is the fupreme King of Kings
Confound your hidden fahhood,and award
Either of you to be the others end.
Haß» So profper I, as I fweare perfe<5t loue.
Ri. And I, as I loue Haßings with my heart.
King. Madam,your felfe is not exempt from this :
Nor you Sonne Dorfety 'DucJ^ingbam nor you ;
You haue bene fa<ftious one againft the other.
Wife,loue Lord Haßings y\tt him kiifeyour hand,
And what you do, do it vnfeignedly.
¿lu. There HaßingSyl will neuer more remember
Our former hatred,fo thriue I, and mine.
King. Dorjety im brace him:
HaßingSy loue Lord MarqueíTe.
'Dor. This interchange of loue,I heere proteft
Vpon my part,ihall be inuiolable.
Haß. And fo fweare I.
King. Now Princely ^«í:;(;^í«^¿i7w,feale y 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 cheriih you,and yours, God punilh me
With hate in thofe where I expeil moftloue.
When I haue moft need to imploy a Friend,
And moftaíTured 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 pleafing Cordiall, Princely BucJ^nghamj
Is this thy Vow, vnto my fickely heart:
There wanteth now our Brother Glofter heere,
To make the BleiTed period of this peace.
Buc. And in good time,
Heere comes Sir Richard Ratd'iffeyZndi the Duke,
Enter R^atcliffey and Gloßer»
Rich.Good morrow to my Soueraigne King Sc Queen
And Princely Peeres,a happy time of day,
Kingy Happy indeed,as we haue fpent the day:
Glofter, we haue done deeds of Charity,
Made peace of enmity, faire loue of hate,
Betweene thefe fwelling wrong incenfed Peeres.
Rich, A bleíTed labour my moft Soueraigne Lord:
Among this Princely heape, if any heere
By falfe intelligence, or wrong furmize
, Hold me a Foe : If I vnwillingly,or in my rage.
Haue ought committed that is hardly borne,
To any in this prefence, I defire
To reconcile me to his Friendly peace :
'Tis death to me to be at enmitie :
I hate it, and defire all good mens loue,
Firft Madam, I intreate true peace of you,
Which I will purchafe with my dutious feruice.
Of you my Noble Cofin Buckingham,
If euer any grudge were lodged betweene vs.
Of you and you. Lord Riuers and of Dorjety
That all without defert haue frown'd on me :
Of you Lord W^ooduill, and Lord Scales of you,
Dukes, Harles, Lords, Gentlemen, indeed of all.
I do not know thatEnglifhman aliue,
With whom my foule is any iot at oddes.
More then the Infant that is borne tonight:
I thanke my God for my Humility,
Qu. A holy day lhall this be kept heereafter :
I would to God all ftrifes were well compounded.
My Soueraigne Lord, I do befeech your Highneife
To take our Brother Clarence to your Grace,
Rich. Why Madam, haue 1 ofîVed loue for this,
To befo flowted in this Royall prefence?
Who knowes not that the gentle Duke is dead? They
You do him iniurie to fcorne his Coarfe. allßart.
King» Who knowes not he is dead f
Who knowes he is ?
ßtf. All-feeing heauen, what a world is this?
Buc» Looke I fo pale Lord DorfetyZS the reft?
Dor. I my good Lord,and no man in the prefence,
But his red colour hath forfooke his cheekes.
King. Is Clarence dead í The Order was reuerft.
Rich. But he (poore man) by your firft order dyed,
And that a vj(inged Mercuric did beare :
Some tardie Cripple bare the Countermand,
That came too lagge to fee him buried.
God grant, that fome lelTe Noble,and lefte Loyall,
Neerer in bloody thoughts,and not in blood,
Deferue not worfe then wretched Clarence did,
And yet go currant from Sufpition.
Snter Earle of Derby.
Dtr. A boone my Soueraigne for my feruice done.
King. I prethee peace, my fouie is full of forrow.
Der. I will not rife, vnlefte your Highnes heare me.
King. Then fay at once, what is it thou requefts.
Der. The forfeit (Soueraigne) of my feruants life,
Who ilew to day a Riotous Gentleman,
• Lately attendant on the Duke of Ncrfolke.
King. Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death?
And lhall that tongue giue pardon to a flaue ?
My Brother kilfd no man, his fault was Thought,
And yet his punilhment was bitter death.
Who
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Who fued to me for him ? Who (in my wrath)
Kneel'd and my feet, and bid me be aduis'd ?
Who fpoke of Brother-hood? who fpoke of loue?
Who told me how the poore foule did forfake
The mighty Warwicke,and did fight for me?
Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury,
When Oxford had me downe, he refcued me :
And faid deare Brother liue, and be a Kingi
Who told me, when we both lay in the Field,
Froaen(almoft)to death,how he did lap me
Euen in his Garments, and did giue himfelfe
(All thin and naked) to the numbe cold night ?
All this from my Remembrance, brutilh wrath
Sinfully pluckt, and not a man of you
Had fo much grace to put it in my minde.
But when your Carters, or your wayting VafTalls
Haue done a drunken Slaugh]er,and defac'd
The precious Image of our deere Redeemer,
You ftraight are on your knees for Pardon, pardon.
And I fvniuftly too) muft grant it you.
But for my Brother, not a man would fpeake.
Nor I (vngracious) fpeake vnto my felfe
For him poore Soule. The proudeft of you all.
Haue bin beholding to him in his life ;
Yet none of you, would onee begge for his life.
0 God! I feare thy iuftice will take hold
On me, and you; and mine,and yours for this.
Come Haß'mgs helpe me to my ClofTet.
Ah poore Clarence. Exeunt Jome ■xith K.Ó" S^een.
Rich. This is the fruits of ralhnes: Markt you not,
How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene
Look'd pale,when they did heare of Clarence death.
0! they did vrge it ftill vnto the King,
God will reuenge it. Come Lords will you go,
To comfort Sdward with our company.
Buc. We wait vpon your Grace. exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter the old DutcheJ/e of '^or^e, with the tt90
children of Clarence,
Edvf. Good Grandam tell vs,is our Father dead?
Dutch. No Boy.
^augh. Why do weepe fo oft? And beate your Breft?
And cry, O Clarence^ my vnhappy Sonne.
Boy. Why do you locke on vs,and lhake your head,
And call vs Orphans, Wretches,Caftawayes,
If that our Noble Father were aliue ?
Dut. My pretty Colins,you miftake me both,
I do lament the íickneíTe of the King,
As loath to lofe him, not your Fathers death:
It were loft forrow to waile one that^s loft.
Boy. Then you conclude, (my Grandam)he is dead:
The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it.
God will reuenge it, whom I will importune
With carneft prayers, all to that efFe£I.
Daugb. And fo will I.
D«/.Peace children peace,the King doth loue you wel.
Incapeable, and ftiallow Innocents,
You cannot guefle who causM your Fathers death.
Boy, Grandam we can: for my good Vnkle Glofter
Told me,the King prouok*d to It by the Queene,
DeuisM impeachments to imprifon him j
And when my Vnckle told me fo,he wept.
And pittied me, and kindly kift my cheeke:
Bad me rely on him, as on my Father,
And he would loue me deerely as a childe.
Dut. Ahl that Deceit ihould fteale fuch gentle ihape,
And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice*
He is my fonne, I, and therein my ihame,
Yet from my dugges,he drew not this deceit.
Boy. Thinke you my Vnkle did diíTemble Gríindam?
Dut. I Boy.
Boy. I cannot thinke it. Hearke, what noife is this?
Snter the Queene veith her haire about her ears^
Riuers & Dorfei after her.
¿lu. Ah' who ihall hinder me to walle and weepe ?
To chide my Fortune,and torment my Seife.
Ile ioyne with blacke difpaire againft my Soule,
And to my felfe, become an enemie.
Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience í
ßa. To make an aél of Tragicke violence.
Edvoardmy Lord, thy Sonne,our King is dead.
Why grow the Branches, when the Roote is gone?
Why wither not the leaues that want their fap ?
If you will liue. Lament : if dye, be breefe,
That our fwift-winged Soules may catch the Kings,
Or like obedient Subiedts follow him,
To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night.
Dut, Ah fo much intereft haue in thy forrow,
As I had Title in thy Noble Husband :
I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death.
And liuM with looking on his Images:
But now two Mirrors of his Princely femblance.
Are crackM in pieces, by malignant death,
And I for comfort, haue but one falfe GlalTe,
That greeues me, when I fee my ihame in him.
Thou art a Widdow: yet thou art a Mother,
And haft the comfort of thy Children left,
But death hath fnatch'd my Husband from mine Armes,
And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands,
Clarence^zná Sdward. O, what caufe haue I,
(Thine being but a moity of my moane)
To ouer-go thy woes, and drowne thy cries.
Boy. Ah Aunt! you wept not for our Fathers death :
How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares ?
Daugb. Our fatherlefle diftrefle was left vnmoanM,
Your widdow-dolour, likewife be vnwept.
ß«. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation,
I am not barren to bring forth complaints:
All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes.
That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone,
May fend forth plenteous teares to drowne the World.
Ah, for my Husband,for my deere Lord Edward.
Chil. Ah for our Father, for our deere Lord Clarence.
Dut. Alas for both, both mine Edward and Clarence.
¿lu. What ftay had I but Sdward,znd hee's gone?
Cbil. What ftay had we but Clarence} and he's gone.
Dut. What ftayes had I,but they? and they are gone.
Qu. Was neuer widdow had fo deere a loiTe.
Chil. Were neuer Orphans had fo deere a lofle.
Dut. Was neuer Mother had fo deere a loiTe,
Alas! I am the Mother of thefe Greefes,
Their woes are parcelTd, mine is generali.
She for an Edward weepes,and fo do I :
184 The Life and Death ofT^ichard the Third.
I for a Clarence weepes, fo doth not ihee :
Thefe Babes for Clarence weepe, fo do not they.
Alas! you three,on me threefold diftreft:
Power all your teares, I am your forrowes Nurfe,
And I will pamper it with Lamentation.
Dor. Comfort deere Mother, God is much difpleas'd,
That you take with vnthankfulneiTe his doing.
In common worldly things, *tis call'd vngratefull.
With dull vnwillingneiTe to repay a debt,
Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent :
Much^ore to be thus oppolite with heauen,
For it requires the Royall debt it lent you.
Riuers. Madam, bethinke you like a carefiill Mother
Of the young Prince your fonne: fend ftraight for him,
Let him be Crown'd, in him your comfort liues,
Drowne defperate forrow in dead Edtrards graue.
And plant your ioyes in liuing Ed-wards Throne.
Enter %tcbardy 'Eucl{jnghan!yDerbie^IIa~
flings^and Ratcliffe.
Rieb, Sifter haue comfort, all of vs haue caufe
To waile the dimming of our ihining Starre :
But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them.
.Madam, my Mother, I do cry you mercie,
I did not fee your Grace. Humbly on my knee,
I craue your Bleiîîng»
Dut. God blefle thee, and put meeknes in thy breaft.
Loue Charity, Obedience, and true Dutie.
Rieb, Amen,and make me die a good old man,
That is the butt-end of a Mothers blefling 5
I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out.
Buc. You ciowdy-Princes, & hart-forowing-Peeres,
That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane,
Now cheere each other, in each others Loue :
Though we hauefpent our Harueft of this King,
We are to reape the Harueft of his Sonne.
The broken rancour of your high-fwolne hates.
But lately fpfinterid, knit,and ioynM together,
Muft gently be preferuM,cheriiht,and kept :
Me feemeth good, that with fome little Traine,
Forthwith from Ludlow, the young Prince be fet
Hither to London, to be crownM our King.
Riuers. Why with fome little Traine,
My Lord ofBuckingham ?
^uc. Marrie my Lord,leaft by a multitude,
The new-heaPd wound of Malice Ihould breake out.
Which would be fo much the more dangerous.
By how much the eftate is greene,and yet vngouern'd.
Where euery Horfe beares his commanding Reine,
And may dire¿I his courfe as pleafe himfelfe.
As well the feare of harme, as harme apparant.
In my opinion, ought to be preuented.
Rieb. I hope the King made peace with all of vs.
And the compaft is firme,and true in me.
Riu. And fo in me,and fo (I thinke)in all.
Yet lince it is but greene, it Ihould be put
To no apparant likely-hood of breach,
Which haply by much company might be vrg'd :
Therefore I fay with Noble Buckingham,
That it is meete fo few ihould fetch the Prince.
Haß, And fo fay I.
Rich. Then be it fo, and go we to determine
Who they ihall be that ftrait ihall pofte to London.
Madam,and you my Sifter, will you go
To giue your cenfures in this bufineffe. Exeunt.
Manet Buckingham^ and Richard,
^uc. My Lord, who euer iournies to the Prince,
For God fake let not vs two ftay at home :
For by the way, He fort occaiion.
As Index to the ftory we late talkM of,
To part the Queenes proud Kindred from the Prince.
Rich. My other felfe, my Counfailes Confiftory,
My Oracle, My Prophet, my deere Colin,
I, as a childe, will go by thy diredlion.
Toward London then, for weeU not ftay behinde. Exeunt
Seena Tertia.
Enter one Citizen at one doorey and another at
the other,
1.Qit, Good morrow Neighbour, whether away fo
faft.?
2.C/V. I promife you, I fcarlely know my felfe ;
Heare you the newes abroad ?
1. Yes,that the King is dead.
2. Ill newes byrlady,feldome comes the better;
Ifeare, I feare, Twill proue a giddy world.
Enter another Citizen,
3. Neighbours, God fpeed*
1. Giue you good morrow fir.
3. Doth the newes hold of good king Edwardi death?
2. I fir, it is too true,God helpe the while.
3. Then Maftere looke to fee a troublous world.
. 1. No,no,by Gods good grace,his Son fliall reigne,
3. Woe to that Land that's gouern'd by a Childe,
2. In him there is a hope of Gouernment,
Which in his nonage, counfell vnder him.
And in his full and ripened yeares, himfelfe
No doubt Ihall then,and till then gouerne well.
I. So ftood the State, when Henry the fixt
Was crown'd in Paris, but at nine months old.
3. Stood the State fo ? No,no,good lTÍends,God wot
For then this Land was famoully enrich'd
With politike graue Counfell; then the King
Had vertuous Vnkles to prote£I his Grace.
I, Why fo hath this, both by his Father and Mother.
3. Better it were they all came by his Father;
Or by his Father there were none at all :
For emulation, who Ihall now be neereft.
Will touch vs all too neere,if God preuent not.
O full of danger is the Duke of Gloufter,
And the Queenes Sons,and Brothers,haught and proud:
And were they to be rurd,and not to rule,
This lickly Land, might folace as before.
1. Come,come, we feare the worft : all will be well.
3.When Clouds are feen,wifemen put on their clokes;
When great leaues fall, then Winter is at hand ;
When the Sun fets,who doth not looke for night f
Vntimely ftormes, makes men expeil a Dearth :
All may be well j but if God fort it fo,
'Tis more then we deferue,or I expedí.
2. Truly, the hearts of men are full of feare:
You cannot reafon falmoft)with a man.
That lookes not heauily,and full of dread.
3. Before the dayes of Change,ftill is it fo.
By a diuine inftindl, mens mindcsmiftruft
Enfuing
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Purfuing danger : as by proofe we fee
The Water fwell before a boyft'rous ftorme :
But leaue it all to God. Whither away }
2 Marry we were fent for to the luAices.
3 And fo was I : He beareyou company. Exmnt.
Seena Quarta.
Bnter Arcb'bißiop yyong Vorige y the Queency
and the Dutchejfe.
Arch. Laft night I heard they lay at Stony Stratford,
And at Northampton they do reft to night!
To morrow, or next day,they will be heere.
Dut. I long with all my heart to fee the Prince :
1 hope he is much growne ûnce laft 1 faw him.
¿tt. But I heare no, they fay my fonne of Yorke
Ha*$ almoft ouerCane him in his growth.
Tor^. I Mother, but I would not haue it fo.
Dut, Why my good Cofm,it is good to grow.
Tor. Grandam, one night as we did ftt at Supper,
My Vnkle Riuers talked how I did grow
More then my Brother. I, quoth my Vnkle Gloufter,
Small Herbes haue grace,great Weeds do grow apace.
And lince, me thinkes 1 would not grow fo faft,
Becaufe fweet Flowres are How, and Weeds make haft.
Dut. Good faith, good faith, the faying did not hold
In him that did obie£t the fame to thee.
He was the wretched^ft thing when he was yong,
So long a growing,and fo leyfurely,
That if his rule were true, he Ihould be gracious.
Tor. And fo no doubt he is, my gracious Madam.
Dut. 1 hope he is, but yet let Mothers doubt.
Tor. Now by my trothjf I had beene remembred,
1 could haue giuen my Vnkles Grace, a flout.
To touch his growth, neerer then he toucht mine.
Dut. How my yong Yorke,
I prythee let me heare it.
Tor. Marry (they fay) my Vnkle grew fo faft.
That he could gnaw a cruft at two houres old,
*Twa$ full two yeares ere I could get a tooth.
Grandam, this would haue beene a byting left.
Dut. I prythee pretty Yorke,who told thee this?
Tor. Grandam, his Nurffe.
fDut. His Nurfe? why iKe was dead,ere y waft borne.
Tor. IPtwere not Ihe, I cannot tell who told me.
A parlous Boy:go too,you are too lhrew*d.
Dut. Good Madam, be not angry with the Childe,
Qt4, Pitchers haue eares.
Enter a c^ejfenger.
Arch. Heere comes a MeíTenger: What Newes?
Mef. Such newes my Lord,as greeues me to report.
Qj4. How doth the Prince ?
c^ef. Well Madam,and in health.
Dut. What is thy Newest
Mejf. Lord RiuersyZTià Lord Grey,
Are fent to Pomfret, and with them,
Sir Thomas Uaughan, Prifoners.
Dut. Who hath committed them ?
MeJ. The mighty Dukes, and ^ucJ(ingbam.
Arch. For what oflênce?
ç^ef. The fumme of all I can, I haue difclosM •.
Why, or for what, the Nobles were committed,
Is all vnknowne to me, my gracious Lord.
ß«. Aye me! I fee the ruine of my Houfe :
The Tyger now hath feiz'd the gentle Hinde,
Infulting Tiranny beginnes to lutt
Vpon the innocent and awelelTe Throne :
Welcome Deftruélion, Blood, and Maflacre,
I fee (asina Map) the end of all.
Dut. Accurfed,and vnquiet wrangling dayes.
How many of you haue mine eyes beheld?
My Husband loft his life, to get the Crowne,
And often vp and downemy fonnes were toft
For me to ioy,and weepe, their gaine and lofle.
And being feated, and Domefticke broyles
Cleane ouer-blowne, themfelues the Conquerors,
Make warre vpon themfelues,Brother to Brother}
Blood to blood, felfe againft felfe : O prepoftorous
And franticke outrage, end thy damned fpleene.
Or let me dye, to looke on earth no more.
Slu. Come, come my Boy, we will to Sanctuary.
Madam, farwell.
Dut. Stay, I will go with you.
¿ly. You haue no caufe.
Arch. My gracious Lady go.
And thetber beare your Treafure and your Goodes,
For my part, He reflgne vnto your Grace
The Seale I keepe,and fo betide to me.
As well 1 tender you, and all of yours.
Go, He conduct you to the San¿hiary, Exeunt
A5ÍUS Tertius. ScœnaTrima.
The Trumpets found.
Enter yong Princeythe'Dui^es of Gîocefler, and Bud^íngham,
Lord Qardinally vpith others.
^uc. Welcome fweete Prince to London,
To your Chamber.
Rich. Welcome deere Cofin, my thoughts Soueraign
The wcarie way hath made you Melancholly.
frin. No Vnkle, but our croiTes on the way.
Haue made it tedious, wearifome, and heauie,
1 want more Vnkles heere to welcome me.
Rich.Sweet Prince, the vntainted vertue of your yeers
Hath not yet diuM into the Worlds deceit :
No more can you diftinguiih of a man,
Then of his outward ftiew, which God he knowes,
Seldome or neuer iumpeth with the heart,
Thofe Vnkles which you want, were dangerous î
Your Grace attended to their Sugred words,
But look'd not on the poyfon of their hearts :
God keepe you from them,and from fuch falfe Friends,
Prin. God keepe me from falfe Friends,
But they were none.
Rich. My Lord, the Maior of London comes to greet
you.
Enter Lord Maior.
Lo.eMator, God bleife your Grace, with health and
happie dayes.
Prin. I thanke you,good my Lord,and thank you all :
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18 6 The Life and Death of Diehard the Tbird.
I thought my Mother,and my Brother Tor}^^
Would long, ere this, haue met vs on the way.
Fie,what a Slug is Haßings^thzt he comes not
To tell vs, whether they will come, or no.
Enter Lord Haßings.
'Ducl^. And In good time, heere comes the fweating
Lord.
Prince. Welcome, my Lord : what, will our Mother
come ?
Haß. On what occafion God he knowes,not I
The Queene your Mother, and your Brother TorJ^e,
Haue taken Sanfluarie : The tender Prince
Would faine haue come with me, to meet your Grace,
But by his Mother was perforce with-held.
Buc^. Fie,what an indirect and peeuiih courfe
Is this of hers? Lord Cardinall, will your Grace
Perfwade the Queene, to fend the Duke ofYorke
Vnto his Princely Brother prefently ?
If Ihe denie, Lord HaBings goe with him.
And from her iealous Armes pluck him perforce»
Card.M.^ Lord of Buckingham, if my weake Oratorie
Can from his Mother winne the Duke of Yorke,
Anon expeil him here ; but if ihe be obdurate
To milde entreaties,God forbid
We ihould infringe the holy Priuiledge
Of bleíTed San<5Iuarie : not for all this Land,
Would I be guiltie of fo great a finne.
You are too fenceleíTe obftinate,my Lord,
Too ceremonious, and traditionall.
Weigh it but with the groíTeneíTe of this Age,
You breake notSandluarie,in feizing him :
The benefit thereof is alwayes granted
To thofe, whofe dealings haue deferu*d the place.
And thofe who haue the wit to clayme the place :
This Prince hath neyther claym'd it, nor deferu'd it,
And therefore, in mine opinion,cannot haue it.
Then taking him from thence, that is not there,
You breake no Priuiledge,nor Charter there:
Oft haue I heard of Saniluarie men,
But Sandluarie children,neVe till now»
Card. My Lord,you ihall oVe^rule my mind for once.
Come on, Lord HußingSy will you goe with me ?
Haß, I goe, my Lord. Exit Cardinall and Haßings,
Prince.Gooà Lords, make all the fpeedie haft you may.
Say, Vnckle Gloceßer, if our Brother come.
Where ihall we foiourne, till our Coronation ?
G/(?,Where it think^ft beft vnto your Royall felfe.
If 1 may counfaile you,fome day or two
Your Highnefte ihall repofe you at the Tower :
Then where you pleafe,and ihall be thought moft fit
For your beft health,and recreation.
Prince. I doe not like the Tower,of any place :
Did lulitis Cajar build that place, my Lord ?
T^uc\. He did, my gracious Lord, begin that place,
Which fince, fucceeding Ages haue re-edify'd.
Prince, Is it vpon record ? or elfe reported
Succeiîîuely from age to age, he built it ?
'DucJ^. Vpon record, my gracious Lord,
Prince. But fay, my Lord, it were not regiftred,
Me thinkes the truth ihould liue from age to age,
As *twere retayPd to all pofteritie,
Euen to the generali ending day»
Glo. So wife,fo young, they fay doe neuer liue long.
Prince. What fay you, Vnckle ?
Glo. I fay, without Chara£Iers,Fame Hues long»
Thus,like the formall Vice,Iniquitie,
I morallize two meanings in one word.
Prince. That luliuá Cafar was a famous man,
With what his Valour did enrich his Wit,
His Wit fet downe,to make his Valour liue :
Death makes no Conqueft of his Conqueror,
For now he liuesin Fame, though not in Life,
He tell you what, my Coufin Buckingham.
Buck. What,my gracious Lord?
Prince. And if 1 liue vntill I be a man,
He win our ancient Right in France againe.
Or dye a Souldier,as I liuM a King.
Glo. Short Summers lightly haue a forward Spring.
Enter young Tor key Haßings, and Cardinall,
Buck; Now in good time, heere comes the Duke of
Yorke.
Prince. Richard of Yorke, how fares our Noble Bro¬
ther ?
Torke. Well, my deare Lord, fo muft I call you now.
Prince. I,Brother,to our griefe,as it is yours:
Too late he dy*d,that might haue kept that Title,
Which by his death hath loft much Maieftie.
Glo. How fares our Coufin,Noble Lord of Yorke?
Torke. I thanke you,gentle Vnckle. O my Lord,
You faid,that idle Weeds are faft in growth :
The Prince, my Brother, hath out-growne me farre.
Glo. He hath, my Lord.
Torke. And therefore is he idle ?
Glo. Oh my faire Coufin, I muft not fay fo.
Torke. Then he is more beholding to you, then I,
Glo. He may command me as my Soueraigne,
But you haue power in me,as in a Kinfman.
Torke. I pray you, Vnckle,giue me this Dagger.
Glo. My Dagger, little Coufin? with all my heart.
Prince. A Begger, Brother f
Torke. Of my kind Vnckle, that I know will giue,
And being but a Toy, which is no griefe to giue.
Glo, A greater gift then that, He giue my Coufin»
Torke. A greater gift ? O, that's the Sword to it,
Glo. I, gentle Coufin, were it light enough»
Torke, O then I fee, you will part but with light gifts,
In weightier things you'le fay a Begger nay.
Glo. It is too weightie for your Grace to weare.
Torke. I weigh it lightly, were it heauier*
Glo. What, would you haue my Weapon,little Lord?
Torke, I would that I might thanke you, as, as, you
call me.
Glo. How?
Torke. Little.
Prince, My Lord of Yorke will ftill be crofle in talke:
Vnckle,your Grace knowes how to beare with him.
Torke. You meane to beare me, not to beare with me:
Vnckle, my Brother mockes both you and me,
Becaufe that I am little, like an Ape,
He thinkes that you ihould beare me on your ihoulders.
Buck; With what a iharpe prouided wit he reafons :
To mittigate the fcorne he giues his Vnckle,
He prettily and aptly taunts himfelfe :
So cunning,and fo young, is wonderfull.
Glo. My Lord,wilt pleafe you pafte along?
My felfe,and my good Coufin Bucfinghamy
Will to your Mother, to entreat of her
To meet you at the Tower,and welcome you»
Torke. What,
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TorJ^. What, will you goe vnto the Tower, my Lord?
prince. My Lord Protestor will haue it fo.
Yor^e, I ihall not lleepe in quiet at the Tower.
GÎO. Why, what Oiould you feare ?
Toriie» Marry, my Vnckle Clarence angry Ghoft ;
My Grandam told me he was murtherM there.
Prince. I feare no Vnckles dead.
Glo. Nor none that liue, I hope.
Prince. And if they liue, I hope I need not feare.
But come my Lord ; and with a heauie heart,
Thinking on them, goe I vnto the Tower.
A Senet, Exeunt PrincefYorl^y HaßingSyand Dorfet.
Manet Rkbardy Bucl^nghamyond Cateihy.
^uc\. Thinke you, my Lord, this little prating Torl^
Was not incenled by his fubrile Mother,
To taunt and fcorne you thus opprobrioufly?
Qh. No doubt, no doubt : Oh *tis a perillous Boy,
Bold, quicke, ingenious, forward, capable :
Hee is all the Mothers, from the top to toe.
'Buc}{. Well, let them reft : Come hither Qatesbyy
Thou art fworne as deepely to effeét what we intend,
As clofely to conceale what we impart :
Thou know*ft our reafons vrg*d vpon the way.
What think*ft thou ? is it not an eafie matter,
To make IViUiam Lord Haßings of our minde.
For the inftallment of this Noble Duke
In the Seat Royall of this famous lie ?
Cates. He for his fathers fake fo loues the Prince,
That he will not be wonne to ought againft him.
^ucl^. What think'ft thou then of Stanley ? Will
not hee ?
Cates. Hee will doe all in all as Haßings doth.
^ucl{. Well then, no more but this :
Goe gentle Qateshy^ and as it were farre off,
Sound thou Lord HañingSy
How he doth ftand affeÓled to our purpofe.
And fummon him to morrow to the Tower,
To fit about the Coronation.
If thou do'ft ftnde him tradable to vs.
Encourage him, and tell him all our reafons :
If he be leaden, ycie, cold, vnwilling,
Be thou fo too, and fo breake off the talke,
And giue vs notice of his inclination :
For we to morrow hold diuided Councels,
Wherein thy felfe lhalt highly be empioyM.
Rich. Commend me to Lord William: tell him Catesby,
His ancient Knot of dangerous Aduerfaries
To morrow are let blood at Pomfret Caftle,
And bid my Lord, for ioy of this good newes,
Giue Miftrefle Shore one gentle KifTe the more.
^uc]{. Good Catesbyy goe efteít this bufineffe foundly.
Cates. My good Lords both, with all the heed I can.
Rich. Shall we heare from you, Catesby^ ere we ileepe ?
Cates. You ftiall, my Lord.
Rich. At Crosby Houfe, there ihall you find vs both.
Exit Catesby.
Bucl{. Now, my Lord,
What ihall wee doe, if wee perceiue
Lord Haßings will not yeeld to our Complots?
Rieb. Chop off his Head :
Something wee will determine :
And lookewhen I am King, clayme thou of me
The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables
Whereof the King, my Brother, was poifeft.
Bucl^. He clayme that promife at your Graces hand.
Rich. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindneife.
Come, let vs fuppe betimes, that afterwards
Wee may digeft our complots in fome forme.
Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter a cMeßenger to the Doore of Haßings,
oMeßf. My Lord, my Lord.
Hail. Who knockes ?
odMeß. One from the Lord Stanley.
Haß. What is't a Clocke ?
Me£\ Vpon the ftroke of foure«
Enter Lord Haßings.
Hail. Cannot my Lord Stanley lleepe thefe tedious
Nights ?
Mejf. So it appeares, by that I haue to fay :
Firft, he commends him to your Noble felfe*
Haß. What then?
Meß'. Then certifies your Lordfhip, that this Night
He dreamt, the Bore had rafed off his Helme :
Befides, he fayes there are two Councels kept j
And that may be determin'd at the one,
Which may make you and him to rue at th*other.
Therefore he fends to know your Lordlhips pleafure.
If you will prefently take Horfe with him,
And with all fpeed poft with him toward the North,
To ihun the danger that his Soule diuines.
HaB, Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord,
Bid him not feare the feperated Councell :
His Honor and my felfe are at the one,
And at the other, is my good friend Catesby ;
Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs.
Whereof I ihall not haue intelligence :
Tell him his Fearcs are fiiallow, without inftance.
And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's fo fimple,
To truft the mock'ry of vnquiet flumbers.
To fiye the Bore, before the Bore purfues,
Were to incenfe the Bore to follow vs,
And make purfuit, where he did meane no chafe.
Goe, bid thy Mafter rife, and come to me,
And we will both together to the Tower,
Where he ftiall fee the Bore will vfe vs-kindly.
Meß. He goe, my Lord, and tell him what you fay.
Exit.
Enter Catesby.
Cates. Many good morrowes to my Noble Lord.
Hail, Good morrow Catesby^yoM are early ftirring:
What newes, what newes, in this our totfring State ?
Cates. It is a reeling World indeed,my Lord :
And I beleeue will neuer ftand vpright.
Till Richard weare the Garland of the Realme.
Haß. How weare the Garland?
Doeft thou meane the Crowne ?
Cates. I, my good Lord.
Haß.Wt haue this Crown of mine cut fro my Ihoulders,
Before He fee the Crowne fo foule mif-plac'd :
But canft thou guefte, that he doth ayme at it ?
Cates. I,
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18 8 T/fe Life and Death ofL^ichard the Third.
Cates. I, on my life, and hopes to find you forward,
Vpon his partie, for the gaine thereof :
And thereupon he fends you this good newes,
That this fame very day your enemies,
The Kindred of the Q^eene,muft dye at Pomfret.
Haß, Indeed I am no mourner for that newes,
Becaufe they haue beene ftill my aduerfaries :
But, that lie giue my voice on Richards fide,
To barre my Mafters Heires in true Defcent,
God knowes I will not doe it, to the death.
Cates. God keepe your Lordihip in that gracious
minde.
Haß. But I fliall laugh at this a tweluc-month hence,
That they which brought me in my Mafters hate,
I Hue to looke vpon their Tragédie.
Well CateshyytxQ a fort-night make me older.
He fend fome packing, that yet thinke not on*t.
Cates, 'Tis a vile thing to dye, my gracious Lord,
When men are vnprepar'd, and looke not for it.
Haß. O monftrous, monftrous ! and fo falls it out
With Riuers^'Vaughariy Grey : and fo 'twill doe
With fome men elfe, that thinke themfelues as fafe
As thou and I, who (as thou know'ft) are deare
To Princely Richard^ and to Bucfmgham,
Cates. The Princes both make high account of you.
For they account his Head vpon the Bridge.
Haß. I know they doe, and I haue well deferu'd it«
Enter Lord Stanley.
Come on, come on, where is your Bore-fpeare man ?
Feare you the Bore, and goe fo vnprouided ?
Stan. My Lord good morrow, good morrow Qatesby:
You may ieaft on, but by the holy Rood,
I doe not like thefe feuerall Councels, I.
Haß. My Lord, I hold my Life as deare as yours.
And neuer in my dayes, I doe proteft,
Was it fo precious to me,as 'tis now i
Thinke you, but that I know our ftate fecure,
I would be fo triumphant as I am ?
-S/^.The Lords at Pomfret, whe they rode from London,
Were iocund, and fuppos'd their ftates were fare.
And they indeed had no caufe to miftruft :
But yet you fee, how foone the Day o're-caft.
This fudden ftab of Rancour I mifdoubt:
Pray God (I fay) I proue a needleife Coward.
What, ftiall we toward the Tower? the day is fpent»
Haß, Come, come, haue with you :
Wot you what, my Lord,
To day the Lords you talke of, are beheaded.
Ätä.They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads,
Then fome that haue accus'd them, weare their Hats.
But come, my Lord, let's away.
Enter a Purfuiuant,
Haß. Goe on before. He talke with this good fellow.
Exit Lord Stanley^and Catesby.
How now,Sirrha ? how goes the World with thee ?
Pur J. The better, that your Lordftiip pleafe to aske.
Haß. I tell thee man, 'tis better with me now,
Then when thou met'ft me laft, where now we meet s
Then was I going Prifoner to the Tower,
By the fuggeftion of the Queenes Allyes.
But now I tell thee (keepe it to thy felfe)
This day thofe Enemies are put to death,
And I in better ftate then ere I was.
PurJ. God hold it, to your Honors good content.
Haß, Gramercie fellow : there, drinke that for me.
Tbrowes him hü Purje,
PurJ. I thanke your Honor« Exit Purjuiuant,
Enter a Prieß,
^rieß. Well met, my Lord, 1 am glad to fee your Ho¬
nor.
HaSi. I thanke thee, good Sir lohn^ with all my heart.
I am in your debt, for your laft Exercife •,
Come the next Sabboth, and I will content you.
Prieß. He wait vpon your Lordihip.
Enter ^ucfmgham,
'Eue, What, talking with a Prieft, Lord Chamberlainc ?
Your friends at Pomfret, they doe need the Prieft,
Your Honor hath no ihriuing worke in hand.
Haß, Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talke of, came into my minde«
What,goe you toward the Tower?
Buc. I doe,my Lord, but long I cannot ftay there:
I lhall returne before your Lord/hip, thence.
Haß. Nay like enough, for I ftay Dinner there.
Buc, And Supper too, although thou know'ft it not.
Come, will you goe ?
Haß, He wait vpon your Lordihip. Exeunt,
Seena Tertia.
Snter Sir Richard Ratcliffe, with Halberds, carrying
the Nobles to death at iomfret.
Riuers. Sir Richard Ratcliffe, let me tell thee this,
To day (halt thou behold a Subieft die,
For Truth, for Dutie, and for Loyaltie.
Qrey. God blefle the Prince from all the Pack of you,
A Knot you are, of damned Blood-fuckers.
Daugh. You Hue, that ihall cry woe for this heere-
after.
Rat. Difpatch, the limit of your Liues is out.
Riuers. O Pomfret, Pomfret ! O thou bloody Prifon !
Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres :
Within the guiltie Clofure of thy Walls,
'Richard the Second here was hackt to death :
And for more flander to thy difmall Seat,
Wee giue to thee our guiltlelTe blood to drinke.
Grey. Now Margarets Curfe is falne vpon our Heads,
When Ihee exclaim'd on //aif/wg-i, you, and I,
For /landing by, when Richard frab'd her Sonne.
Riuers. Then curs'd /hee Richard,
Then curs'd Ihee 'Ruct^ngham,
Then curs'd Ihee HaSlings. Oh remember God,
To heare her prayer for them, as now for vs :
And for my Sifter,and her Princely Sonnes,
Be fatisfy'd, deare God, with our true blood.
Which, as thou know'ft, vniuftly muft be fpilt.
Rat. Make hafte, the houre of death is expiate.
Riuers. Come Grey, come Vaughan, let vs here embrace.
Farewell, vntill we meet againe in Heauen.
Exeunt.
Seena
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Scœna Quarta.
Enter ^uc}(wgham,DarbyiHaBingSy'Diß>op of Ely^
Norfoll^y RatcTiffey Louelly tcith otherSy
at a Table,
Haß. Now Noble Peeres,the caufe why we are met,
Is to determine of the Coronation ! '
In Gods Name fpeake,when is the Royall day ?
Buc]{. Is all things ready for the Royall time ?
Darb, It is, and wants but nomination.
Ely, To morrow then I iudge a happie day.
Bucf^.'^ho knowes the Lord Protestors mind herein?
Who is moft inward with the Noble Duke ?
Sly. Your Grace, we thinke, ihould fooneft know his
minde.
We know each others Faces : for our Hearts,
He knowes no more of mine, then I of yours,
Or I of his, my Lord, then you of mine:
Lord HaßingSy you and he are neere in loue.
Haß. I thanke his Grace, I know he loues me well :
But for his purpofe in the Coronation,
I haue not founded him, nor he deliuer'd
His gracious pleafure any way therein:
But you,my Honorable Lords,may name the time,
And in the Dukes behalfe lie giue my Voice,
Which I prefume heeUe take in gentle part.
Enter Glouceßer.
Ely. In happie time,here comes the Duke hîmfelfe.
Ricb.My Noble Lords,and Coufins all, good morrow:
I haue beene long a Beeper: but I truil,
My abfence doth negledt no great defigne.
Which by my prefence might haue beene concluded.
Buc}{. Had you not come vpon your Q^my Lord,
Willtamyhoxá Haßings^h^d pronounc'd your part 5
I meane your Voice, for Crowning of the King.
Ricb.Thcn my Lord HaßingSytxo man might be bolder.
His Lordihip knowes me well,and loues me well.
My Lord of Ely, when I was laft in Holborne,
1 faw good Strawberries in your Garden there,
I doe befeech you, fend for fome of them.
Sly. Mary and will, my Lord, with all my heart.
Exit Bijhop.
^cb. Coufin of Buckingham,a word with you.
Catesby hath founded HaHings in our bufíneBe,
And findes the teftie Gentleman fo hot,
That he will lofe his Head, ere giue confent
His Mafters Child, as worihlpfully he tearmes it.
Shall lofe the Royaltie of Englands Throne.
Buci{. Withdraw your felfe a while, He goe with you.
Exeunt,
Darb.We haue not yet fet downe this day of Triumph :
To morrow,in my iudgement, is too fudden,
For I my felfe am not fo well prouided,
As elfe I would be, were the day prolongM.
Enter the Bfhop of Sly,
Ely. Where is my Lord, the Duke of Glofter?
I haue fent for thefe Strawberries.
Ha.\T\% Grace looks chearfully & fmooth this morning.
There^s fome conceit or other likes him well.
When that he bids good morrow with fuch fpirit.
I thinke there's neuer a man in Chriftendome
Can leflTer hide his loue, or hate, then hee,
For by his Face ftraight ihall you know his Heart.
Darb.^hsit of his Heart perceiue you in his Face,
By any liuelyhood be Ihew'd to day ?
Haß. Mary,that with no man here he is offended:
For were he, he had ihewne it in his Lookes.
Enter Richardyand Buckjngbam.
Rich. I pray you all, tell me what they deferue,
That doe confpire my death with diuellilh Plots
Of damned Witchcraft,and that haue preuaiFd
Vpon my Body with their Helliih Charmes.
Haß, The tender loue I beare your Grace, my Lord,
Makes me moft forward, in this Princely prefence,
To doome th'Oifendors, whofoe're they be ;
I fay y my Lord, they haue deferued death.
Rich. Then be your eyes the witnefle of their euill,
Looke how I am bewitch'd : behold, mine Arme
Is like a blafted Sapling, withered vp :
And this is Edwards Wife, that monftrous Witch,
Conforted with that Harlot,Strumpet Shorty
That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me.
Haß. If they haue done this deed, my Noble Lord.
Rich. If? thou Protedbor of this damned Strumpet,
Talk'ft thou to me of Ifs : thou art a Traytor,
Off with his Head j now by Saint ^aul I fweare,
I will not dine,vntill I fee the fame*
Louell and looke that it be done : Exeunt,
The reft that loue me, rife, and follow me.
^Mdanet Louell and RatcUffty with the
Lord Haßings,
Haß. Woe, woe for England, not a whit for me.
For I, too fond,might haue preuented this;
Stanley did dreame,the Bore did rowfe our Helmes,
And I did fcorne it,and difdaine to Bye :
Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horfe did ftumble.
And ftarted, when he look'd vpon the Tower,
As loth to beare me to the ilaughter-houfe.
0 now I need the Prieft,that fpake to me:
1 now repent I told the Purfuiuant,
As too triumphing, how mine Enemies
To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd.
And I my felfe fecure, in grace and fauour.
Oh MargaretyMargaretyXiovt thy heauie Curfe
Is lighted on poore Haftings wretched Head.
RiZ.Come,come,difpatch, the Duke would be at dinner:
Make a ihort Shrift,he longs to fee your Head.
Haß, O momentarie grace of mortall men,
Which we more hunt for,then the grace of God !
Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes,
Liues like a drunken Sayleron a Maft,
Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe.
Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe.
Lou. Come,come,difpatch,'tis bootleife to exclaime.
HaE, O bloody Richard: miferable England,
I prophecie the fearefulTft time to thee,
That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon.
Come,lead me to the Block, beare him my Head,
They fmile at me, who /hortly /hall be dead.
Exeunt.
f Enter
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19 o T^he Life and "Death of '^chard the Tbird.
Enter Richard^and 'Euc^nghamftn rotten Armoury
maruellous iil-fauoured.
Richard* Come Coufin,
Canft thou quake, and change thy colour,
Murcher thy breath in middle of a word,
And then againe begin,and ftop againe.
As if thou were dlftraught,and mad with terror?
Buc\. Tut, I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian,
Speake,and looke backe,and prie on euery fide.
Tremble and itart at wagging of a Straw :
Intending deepe fufpition, gaftly Lookes
Are at my feruice, like enforced Smiles j
And both are readie in their Offices,
At any time to grace my Stratagèmes.
But what, is Catesby gone?
^ch. He is,and fee he brings the Maior along.
Enter the Maioryand Catesby.
^uc\. Lord Maior.
Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there.
^uc\. Hearke,a Drumme.
Rich. CatesbyjO\e-\oQ]c.t. the Walls.
Buc]{. Lord Maior, the reafon we haue fent.
Rich. Looke back, defend thee, here are Enemies.
^uc^. God and our Innocencie defend, and guard vs.
Enter Louell and RatcUffcy veith Haßings Head.
Rich. Be patient, they are friends: and Louell.
Louell. Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor,
The dangerous and vnfufpe£led Haßings.
Rich. So deare I louM the man, that I muft weepe ;
I tooke him for the plaineft harmeleffe Creature,
That breath'd vpon the Earth, a Chriftian.
Made him my Booke, wherein my Soule recorded
The Hiftorie of all her fecret thoughts.
So fmooth he dawb*d his Vice with ihew of Vertue,
That his apparant open Guilt omitted,
I meane,his Conuerfation with Shores Wife,
He liu'd from all attainder of fufpeils.
^ucl^. Well, well, he was the couertil iheltred Traytor
That euer liuM.
Would you imagine, or almoft beleeue,
Wert not, that by great preferuation
We liue to tell it, that the fubtiJl Traytor
This day had plotted, in the Councell-Houfe,
To murther me, and my good Lord of Glofter.
Maior. Had he done fo?
Rich. What? thinke you we are Turkes,or Infidels?
Or that we would, againft the forme of Law,
Proceed thus raihly in the Villaines death.
But that the extreme perill of the cafe.
The Peace of England, and our Perfons fafetie.
Enforced vs to this Execution.
Maior. Now faire befall you,he deferuM his death,
And your good Graces both haue well proceeded,
To warne faife Traytors from the like Attempts.
I neuer lookM for better at his hands,
After he once fell in with Miftrefle Shore :
Yet had we not determined he Ihould dye,
Vntill your Lordlhip came to fee his end,
Which now the louing hafte of thefe our friends.
Something againft our meanings, haue preuented j
Becaufe,my Lord, I would haue had you heard
The Traytor fpeake, and timorouily confeffe
The manner and the purpofe of his Treafons :
That you might well haue fignify'd the fame
Vnto the Citizens, who haply may
Mifconfter vs in him,and wayle his death.
Aij.But,my good Lord, your Graces words flial feme.
As well as I had feene,and heard him fpeake :
And doe not doubt,right Noble Princes both,
But lie acquaint our dutJous Citizens
With all your iuft proceedings in this cafe.
Rich. And to that end we wiihM your Lordlhip here,
T*auoid the Cenfures of the carping World.
'Eucltj. Which fince you come too late of our intent,
Yet witneife what you heare we did intend :
And fo,my good Lord Maior, we bid farwell.
Exit Maior.
Rich. Goe after, after, Coufin 'Euchjngham.
The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all pofte :
There, at your meeteft vantage of the time,
Inferre the Baftardie of Edwards Children :
Tell them,how Edward put to death a Citizen,
Onely for faying, he would make his Sonne
Heire to the Crowne,meaning indeed his Houfe,
Which, by the Signe thereof, was tearmed fo.
Moreouer,vrge his hatefull Luxurie,
And beaftiall appetite in change of Luft,
Which ftretcht vnto their Seruants,Daughters, Wiues,
Euen where his raging eye, or fauage heart,
Without controll, lulled to make a prey.
Nay, for a need, thus farre come neere my Perfon :
Tell them, when that my Mother went with Child
Of that infatiate Edward^ Noble Torl^Cy
My Princely Father, then had Warres in France,
And by true computation of the time,
Found, that the IlTue was not his begot :
Which well appeared in his Lineaments,
Being nothing like the Noble Duke,my Father :
Yet touch this fparingly,as'twere farre off,
Becaufe,my Lord,you know my Mother hues.
'EucJi. Doubt not, my Lord, lie play the Orator,
As if the Golden Fee, for which I plead.
Were for my felfe : and fo, my Lord,adue.
i(/V¿.If you thriue wel,bring them to Baynards Caftlc,
Where you lhall finde me well accompanied
With reuerend Fathers, and well-learned Bilhops.
Bucl(. I goe, and towards three or foure a Clocke
Looke for the Newes that the Guild-Hail affoords.
Exit Buckingham.
Rich. Goe Louell with all fpeed to Doctor Shawy
Goe thou to Fryer Peul^ery bid them both
Meet me within this houre at Baynards Caftle. Exit.
Now will I goe to take fome priuie order.
To draw the Brats of Clarence out of fight,
And to giue order,that no manner perfon
Haue any time recourfe vnto the Princes. Exeunt,
Enter a Scriuener.
Scr. Here is the Indidlment of the good Lord HaßingSy
Which in a fet Hand fairely is engrofs*d,
That it may be to day read oVe in "Maules.
And marke how well the fequell hangs together :
Eleuen houres I haue fpent to write it euer,
For yefter-night by Catesby was it fent me.
The Precedent was full as long a doing,
And yet within thefe fiue houres Haßings liu'd,
Vntainted, vnexamin'd, free, at libertie.
Here's a good World the while.
Who is fo groffe, that cannot fee this palpable deuice ?
Yet
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Yet who Co bold, but fayes he fees it not?
Bad is the World, and all will come to nought,
When fuch ill dealing muft be feene in thought. Exit.
Enter Richard and ^ucJ^ngbam at feuerall Doores.
Rich. How now, how now, what fay the Citizens ?
fBuclij. Now by the holy Mother of our Lord^
The Citizens are mum, fay not a word»
Rich. Toucht you the Baftardie of Edwards Children ?
I did, with his Contract with Lady Lucy,
And his Contrail by Deputie in France,
Th'vnfatiate greedineíTe of his defire,
And his enforcenîent of the Citie Wiues,
His Tyrannie for Trifles, his owne Baftardie,
As being got, your Father then in France,
And his refemblance, being not like the Duke.
Withall,! did inferre your Lineaments,
Being the right Idea of your Father,
Both in your forme, and Noblenefle of Minde :
Layd open all your Vidlories in Scotland,
Your Difcipline in Warre, Wifdome in Peace,
Your Bountie, Vertue, faire Humiiitie :
Indeed, left nothing fitting for your purpofe,
Vntoucht,or fleightly handled in difcourfe.
And when my Oratorie drew toward end,
I bid them that did loue their Countries good,
Cry, God faue Richard, Englands Royall King.
^cb. And did they Co ?
Buc{. No, fo God helpe me, they fpake not a word.
But like dumbe Statues, or breathing Scones,
StarM each on other, and lookM deadly pale :
Which when I faw, I reprehended them,
And askM the Maior, what meant this wilfull filence ?
His anfwer was, the people were not vfed
To be fpoke to, but by the Recorder.
Then he was vrg'd to tell my Tale againe :
Thus fayth the Duke, thus hath the Duke inferr'd,
But nothing fpoke, in warrant from himfelfe.
When he had done, fome followers of mine owne,
At lower end of the Hall, hurld vp their Caps,
And fome tenne voyces cry*d, God faue King Richard:
And thus I tooke the vantage of thofe few.
Thankes gentle Citizens, and friends, quoth I,
This generali applaufe, and chearefull ftiowt,
Argues your wifdome, and your loue to Richard :
And euen here brake off, and came away.
Rich. What tongue-leííe Blockes were they,
Would they not fpeake ?
Will not the Maior then, and his Brethren, come ?
Buc^. The Maior is here at hand ; intend fome feare.
Be not you fpoke with, but by mightie fuit :
And looke you get a Prayer-Bookeinyour hand.
And ftand betweene two Church-men, good my Lord,
For on that ground He make a holy Defcant :
And be not eafily wonne to our requefts.
Play the Maids part, ftill anfwer nay, and take it.
Rich. I goe : and if you plead as well for them,
As I can fay nay to thee for my felfe.
No doubt we bring it to a happie iíTue.
'Buc^. Go, go vp to the Leads, the Lord Maior knocks.
Enter the ^Ufaior, and Citizens.
Welcome, my Lord, I dance attendance here,
Í thinke the Duke will not be fpoke withall.
Enter Cateshy.
CBuck^. Now Cateshy, what fayes your Lord to my
requeft f
Cateshy. He doth entreat your Grace, my Noble Lord,
To vifit him to morrow, or next day :
He is within, with two right reuerend Fathers,
Diuinely bent to Meditation,
And in no Worldly fuites would he be mou'd,
To draw him from his holy Exercife.
^uc\. Retorne, good Cateshy, to the gracious Duke,
Tell him, my felfe, the Maior and Aldermen,
In deepe defignes, in matter of great moment,
No leiTe importing then our generali good,
Are come to haue fome conference with his Grace,
Cateshy. He fignifie fo much vnto him ftraight. Exit.
'^uc\. Ah ha, my Lord, this Prince is not an Edward,
He is not lulling on a lewd Loue-Bed,
But on his Knees, at Meditation :
Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans,
But meditating with two deepe Diuines :
Not fleeping, to engrofie his idle Body,
But praying, to enrich his watchfull Soule.
Happie were England, would this vertuous Prince
Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof.
But fure I feare we ihall not winne him to it.
Maior. Marry God defend his Grace fliould fay vs
nay.
Buc]{. I feare he will : here Cateshy comes againe.
Enter Cateshy.
Now Cateshy, what fayes his Grace ?
Cateshy. He wonders to what end you haue aflembled
Such troopes of Citizens, to come to him.
His Grace not being warn'd thereof before :
He feares, my Lord, you meane no good to him.
Buc\. Sorry I am, my Noble Coufin ftiould
Sufpedl me, that I meane no good to him :
By Heauen, we come to him in perfit loue,
And fo once more returne,and tell his Grace. Exit.
When holy and deuout Religious men
Are at their Beades,*tis much to draw them thence.
So Iweet is zealous Contemplation.
Enter Richard aloft, hetweene two CBißoops.
Maior. See where his Grace ftands, tweene two Clergie
men.
^uc\. Two Props of Vertue, for a Chriftian Prince,
To ftay him from the fall of Vanitie :
And fee a Booke of Prayer in his hand,
True Ornaments to know a holy man.
Famous Plantagenet, moft gracious Prince,
Lend fauourable eare to our requefts,
And pardon vs the interruption
Of thy Deuotion, and right Chriftian Zeale.
R^ich. My Lord, there needes no fuch Apologie:
I doe befeech your Grace to pardon me,
Who earneft in the feruice of my God,
Deferred the vifitation of my friends.
But leaning this, what is your Graces pleafure ?
Buc}(^. Euen that (I hope^ which pleafeth God aboue,
And all good men, of this vngouern'd He.
Rich. I doe fufpedl I haue done fome offence,
That feemes difgracious in the Cities eye,
And that you come to reprehend my ignorance.
f 2 JBuc^. You
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^ucJ(. You haue, my Lord s •
Would it might pleafe your Grace,
On our entreaties, to amend your fault.
Rich. Elfe wherefore breathe I in a Chriftian Land.
Know then, it is your fault, that you refigne
The Supreme Seat, the Throne Maiefticall,
The Sceptred Office of your Anceftors,
Your State of Fortune, and your Deaw of Birth,
The Lineal] Glory of your Royall Houfe,
To the corruption of a blemiiht Stock ;
Whiles in the mildneíTe of your Heepie thoughts.
Which here we waken to our Countries good.
The Noble lie doth want his proper Limmes :
His Face defacM with skarres of Infamie,
His Royall Stock grafft with ignoble Plants,
And almoif fhouldred in the fwallowing Gulfe
Of darke Forgetfulnefle, and deepe Obliuion.
Which to recure, we heartily foiicite
Your gracious felfe to take on you the charge
And Kingly Gouernment of this your Land :
Not as Protedtor, Steward, Subftitute,
Or lowly Faftor, for anothers gaine 5
But as fucceffiuely, from Blood to Blood,
Your Right of Birth, your Empyrie, your owne.
For this, conforted with the Citizens,
Your very Worlhipfull and louing friends.
And by their vehement inffigation.
In this iuft Caufe come I to moue your Grace.
'^ch. I cannot tell, if to depart in filence.
Or bitterly to fpeake in your reproofe,
Beft fitteth my Degree, or your Condition.
If not to anfwer, you might haply thinke,
Tongue-ty'd Ambition, not replying, yeelded
To beare the Golden Yoake of Soueraigntie,
Which fondly you would here impofe on me.
If to reproue you for this fuit of yours.
So feafon'd with your faithffill loue to me,
Then on the other fide I check'd my friends.
Therefore to fpeake^ and to auoid the firft,
And then in fpeaking,not to incurre the laft,
Definitiuely thus I anfwer you.
Your loue deferues my thankes, but my defert
Vnmeritable, Ihunnes your high requeft.
Firft, if all Obftacles were cut away,
And that my Path were euen to the Crowne,
As the ripe Reuenue, and due of Birth :
Yet fo much is my pouertie of fpirit,
So mightie, and fo manie my defedh,
That I would rather hide me from my Greatnefie,
Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea 5
Then in my Greatnefie couet to be hid.
And in the vapour of my Glory fmother'd.
But God be thank'd, there is no need of me.
And much I need to helpe you, were there need :
The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit,
Which mellow'd by the ftealing howres of time.
Will well become the Seat of Maieftie,
And make (no doubt) vs happy by his Reigne.
On him I Jay that, you would lay on me,
The Right and Fortune of his happie Starres,
Which God defend that I Ihould wring from him.
BucJ^. My Lord, this argues Confcience in your Grace,
But the refpeits thereof are nice, and triuiall.
All circumftances well confidered.
You fay, that Edward is your Brothers Sonne,
So fay we too, but not by Edwards Wife :
For firft was he contraft to Lady Lucicy
Your Mother liues a Witnefte to his Vow}
And afterward by fubftitute betroth'd
To Bona, Sifter to the King of France.
Thefe both put off, a poore Petitioner,
A Care-crasM Mother to a many Sonnes,
A Beautie-waining, and diftrefied Widow,
Euen in the after-noone of her beft dayes.
Made prize and purchafe of his wanton Eye,
Seduc'd the pitch,and height of his degree.
To bafe declenfion,and loath'd Bigamie.
By her, in his vnlawfull Bed, he got
This Edward, whom our Manners call the Prince.
More bitterly could I expoftulate,
Saue that for reuerence to fome aliue,
I giue a fparing limit to my Tongue.
Then good, my Lord, take to your Royall felfe
This proffer'd benefit of Dignitie :
If not to blefle vs and the Land withall.
Yet to draw forth your Noble Anceftrie
From the corruption of abufing times,
Vnto a Lineall true deriued courfe.
Maior, Do good my Lord, your Citizens entreat you.
Buc\. Refufe not, mightie Lord, this proffered loue.
Cattib. O make them ioyfull, grant their lawfuU fuit»
Rich. Alas, why would you heape this Care on me
I am vnfit for State,and Maieftie :
I doe befeech you take it not amiflTe,
I cannot, nor I will not yeeld to you.
BucJ{,. If you refufe it, as in loue and zeale.
Loth to depofe the Child, your Brothers Sonne,
As well we know your tenderneffe of heart,
And gentle, kinde, effeminate remorfe,
Which we haue noted in you to your Kindred,
And egally indeede to all Eftates :
Yet know, where you accept our fuit, or no.
Your Brothers Sonne íhall neuer reigne our King,
But we will plant fome other in the Throne,
To the difgrace and downe-fall of your Houfe :
And in this refolution here we leaue you.
Come Citizens, we will entreat no more. Exeunt.
Qatesb.CzW him againe, fweet Prince, accept their fuitî
If you denie them, all the Land will rue it.
Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares.
Call them againe, I am not made of Stones,
But penetrable to your kinde entreaties.
Albeit againft my Confcience and my Soule.
Enter Buci{jngbam, and the reß.
Coufin of Buckingham, and fage graue men.
Since you will buckle fortune on my back.
To beare her burthen, where I will or no.
I muft haue patience to endure the Load :
But if black Scandall, or foule-fac*d Reproach,
Attend the fequell of your Impofition,
Your meere enforcement Ihall acquittance me
From all the impure blots and ftaynes thereof ^
For God doth know, and you may partly fee.
How farre I am from the defire of this.
Maior. God bleffe your Grace, wee fee it, and will
fay it.
Rich. In faying fo,you ihall but fay the truth.
BucX. Then I falute you with this Royall Title,
Long liue King Richard, Englands worthie King.
Ail. Amen.
BucX.To morrow may it pleafe you to be CrownM.
Rich. Euen when you pleafe, for you will haue it ib.
BucX- To
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To morrow then we will attend your Grace,
And fo moft ioyfirlly we take our leaue.
I^icb. Come, let vs to our holy Worke againe.
Farewell my Coulins, farewell gentle friends. Exeunt.
ASÎUS Quartus. Seena Trima.
Enter the Queene^ Anne Duchtffe of Ghuceflefy the
Ducbejfe of Totfey and Marquejfe Dorjet,
Duch.Torhe. Who meetes vs heere?
My Neece Tlantagenety
Led in the hand of her kind Aunt of Glofter ?
Now, for my Life,fliee'$ wandring to the Tower,
On pure hearts loue, to greet the tender Prince.
Daughter, well met.
Anne, God glue your Graces both, a happie
And a ioyfull time of day.
2«. As much to you,good Sifter; whither away ?
Anne, No farther then the Tower,and as I gueíTe,
Vpon the like deuotion asyourfelues,
To gratúlate the gentle Princes there.
Qu, Kind Sifterthankes, wee'le enter all together:
Enter the Lieutenant,
And in good time, here the Lieutenant comes.
Mafter Lieutenant, pray you, by your leaue,
How doth the Prince,and my young Sonne of Torî^ ?
Lieu. Right well,deare Madame : by your patience,
I may not fuffer you to vifit them,
The King hath ftridtly charged the contrary.
The King ? who's that ?
Lieu, I meane,the Lord Proteger.
¿lu. The Lord protect him from that Kingly Title.
Hath he fet bounds betweene their loue, and me P
1 am their Mother, who ftiall barre me from them }
fDucb. Torl^, I am their Fathers Mother, 1 will fee
them.
Anne.Thelr Aunt I am in law,in loue their Mother:
Then bring me to their fights, lie beare thy blame.
And take thy Office from thee, on my perill.
Lieu. No, Madame, no^ 1 may not leaue it fo :
1 am bound by Oath,and therefore pardon me.
8xit Lieutenant,
Enter Stanley.
Stanley. Let me but meet you Ladies one howre hence.
And lie falute your Grace of Yorke as Mother,
And reuerend looker on of two faire Qu^eenes.
Come Madame, you muft ftraight to Weftminfter,
There to be crowned %ichards Royall Queene.
Slu. Ah, cut my Lace afunder.
That my pent heart may haue fome fcope to beat,
Or elfe I fwoonc with this dead-killing newes.
Anne, Defpightfull tidings,O vnpleafing newes.
Dorf, Be of good cheare : Mother, how fares your
Grace P
Qu. O Dorfety fpeake not to me, get thee gone.
Death and Deftru¿tíon dogges thee at thy heeles,
Thy Mothers Name is ominous to Children.
If thou wilt out-ftrip Death,goe crofte the Seas,
And Hue with i^jchmondyfrom the reach of Hell.
Goe hye thee,hye thee from this flaughter-houfe,
Left thou encreafe the number of the dead,
And make me dye the thrall of Margarets Curfe,
Nor Mother, Wife, nor Englands counted Queene*
Stanley.Tnll of wife care,is this your couniaile, Madame:
Take all the fwift aduantage of the howres :
Vou /hall haue Letters from me to my Sonne,
In your behalfe,to meet you on the way:
Be not ta'ne tardie by vnwife delay.
Duch, Yorhe, O ill difperfing Winde of Miferie,
O my accurfed Wombe,the Bed of Death :
A Cockatrice haft thou hatcht to the World,
Whofe vnauoided Eye is murtherous.
Stanley. Come, Madame, come, I in all hafte was fent.
Anne. And I with all vnwillingneife will goe.
0 would to God, that the inclufiue Verge
Of Golden Mettall,that muft round my Brow,
Were red hot Steele, to feare me to the Braines,
Anoynted let me be with deadly Venóme,
And dye ere men can fay, God faue the Queene.
Go€,goe,poore foule,I enuie not thy glory,
To feed my humor, wi/h thy felfe no harme.
Anne, No: why.^When be that is my Husband now.
Came to me, as I followed Henries Corfe,
When fcarce the blood was well waiht from his hands,
Which ilTued from my other Angelí Husband,
And that deare Saint, which then I weeping followM :
0,when I fay I lookM on Richards Face,
This was my Wi/h : Be thou (quoth I) accurft.
For making me,fo young,fo old a Widow :
And when thou wed*ft,let forrow haunt thy Bed ;
And be thy Wife, if any befo mad,
More miferable, by the Life of thee,
Then thou haft made me, by my deare Lords death.
Loe, ere I can repeat this Curfe againe,
Within fo fmall a time, my Womans heart
Groftely grew captlue to his honey words,
And prou'd the fubieél of mine owne Seules Curfe,
Which hitherto hath held mine eyes from reft :
For neuer yet one howre in his Bed
Did I enioy the golden deaw of ileepe,
But with his timorous Dreames was ftill awak'd.
Befides,he hates me for my Father Warroicl^ey
And will (no doubt) ihortly be rid of me.
Slu, Poore heart adieu,I pittie thy complaining.
tAnne. No more, then with my foule I mourne for
yours.
Dorf. Farewell, thou wofull welcommer of glory.
tAnne. Adieu, poore foule, that tak'ft thy leaue
of it.
Du.T.Go thou to RichmondySc good fortune guide thee,
Go thou to Richardydind good Angels tend thee,
Go thou to Sanûuarie,and good thoughts polfefle thee,
1 to my Graue, where peace and reft lye with mee.
Eightie odde yeeres of forrow haue I feene.
And each howres ioy wrackt with a weeke of teene.
¿lu. Stay,yet looke backe with me vnto the Tower.
Pitty,you ancient Stones, thofe tender Babes,
Whom Enuie hath immur'd within your Walls,
Rough Cradle for fuch little prettie ones,
Rude ragged Nurfe,old füllen Play-fellow,
For tender Princes : vfe my Babies well ;
So fooli/h Sorrowes bids your Stones farewell.
Exeunt.
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194 ^heLife andTdeath of'^chard the Tbird.
Seena Secunda.
Sound a Sennet. Enter Richard in pompe^ Buc-
}{inghamyCatesbyy Ratcliffe^Louel,
Rich. Stand all apart. Couiin of Buckingham.
Buci{. My gracious Soueraigne.
Rich. Glue me thy hand. Sound.
Thus high, by thy aduice,and thy alTiilance,
Is King Richard feated :
But ihall we weare thefe Glories for a day
Or ihall they laft,and we reioyce in them ?
'Buc}{. Still liue they,and for euer let them laft.
Rich. Ah Buckjngbam^novf doe I play the Touch,
To trie if thou be currant Gold indeed :
Young Hues, thinke now what I would fpeake,
'Buci{. Say on my louing Lord.
Rich. Why 'Buc^inghantf 1 fay I would be King.
'BucJ^. Why fo you are, my thrice-renowned Lord.
Rich. Ha ? am I King ? *ris fo : but Bdveard Hues.
"Bucl^^ True, Noble Prince.
Rich. O bitter confequence !
That Edvpard ftill ihould liue true Noble Prince.
Coufin,thou waft not wont to be fo dull.
Shall 1 be plaine? I wifli the Baftards dead,
And I would haue it fuddenly performed.
What fay'ft thou now? fpeake fuddenly,be briefe.
^uci{. Your Grace may doe your pleafure.
Rich. Tut, tut, thou art all Ice, thy kindneíTe freezes :
Say,haue I thy confent,that they Ihall dye ?
¿wc.Giue me fome litle breath,fome pawfe,deare Lord,
Before I pofttiuely fpeake in this :
I will refolue you herein prefently. Exit Buc]^
Cateshy. The King is angry, fee he gnawes his Lippe.
Rich, I will conuerfe with Iron-witted Fooles,
And vnreipefliue Boyes : none are for me,
That iooke into me with confiderate eyes.
High-reaching 'Buckingham growes circumfpedl.
Boy,
Page. My Lord.
Rich. Know'ft thou not any, whom corrupting Gold
Will tempt vnto a clofe exploit of Death ?
Page. I know a difcontented Gentleman,
Whole humble meanes match not his haughtie fpirit :
Gold were as good as twentie Orators,
And will (no doubt) tempt him to any thing.
J^ich. What is his Name ?
Page. His Name,my Lord, is Tirrell.
^ch. I partly know the man : goe call him hither,
Boy. Exit.
The deepe reuoluing wittie Bud^ingham,
No more lhall be the neighbor to my counfailes.
Hath he fo long held out with me, vntyr'd.
And flops he now for breath ? Well, be it fo.
Enter Stanley,
How now, Lord Stanley^ what*s the newes ?
Stanley. Know my louing Lord, the MarqueflTe Dorjet
As I heare, is fled to Richmond^
In the parts where he abides.
Rich. Come hither Cateshy^ rumor it abroad,
That Anne my Wife is very grieuous ficke,
I will take order for her keeping clofe.
Inquire me out fome meane poore Gentleman,
Whom I will marry ftraight to Clarence Daughter:
The Boy is foolifli,and I feare not him.
Looke how thou dream'ft : I fay againe, giue out,
That Anncymy Queene,is ficke,and like to dye.
About it, for it ftands me much vpon
To flop all hopes, whofe growth may dammage me.
I muft be marryed to my Brothers Daughter,
Or elfe my Kingdome ftands on brittle Glaife j
Murther her Brothers,and then marry her,
Vncertaine way of gaine. But I am in
So farre in blood, that finne will pluck on flnne,
Teare-falling Pittie dwells not in this Eye.
Enter Tyrrel.
Is thy Name Tyrrel ?
Tyr. latnes ^rrf/,and your moft obedient fubie^I.
Rich. Art thou indeed ?
Tyr. Proue me, my gracious Lord.
Rich. Dar*ft thou refolue to kill a friend of mine ?
Tyr. Pleafe you :
But I had rather kill two enemies.
Rich. Why then thou haft it: two deepe enemies,
Foes to my Reft, and my fweet fleepes difturbers,
Are they that I would haue thee deale vpon ;
TyrreU I meane thofe Baftards in the Tower.
73"'« Bet me haue open meanes to come to them.
And foone He rid you from the feare of them.
Rich. Thou fing'ft fweet Muflque :
Hearke,come hither Tyrrely
Goe by this token : rife,and lend thine Eare, JVhi^ers.
There is no more but fo : fay it is done.
And I will loue thee, and preferre thee for it.
Tyr. I will difpatch it ftraight. Exit,
Enter Buc^ngham.
Buc\. My Lord, I haue conliderM in my minde,
The late requeft that you did found me in.
Rich. Well,let that reft : Dorjet is fled to Richmond.
Buc\. I heare the newes,my Lord.
Rich. StuKi.yy hee is your Wiues Sonne : well, looke
vnto it.
Buc){. My Lord,I clayme the gift, my due by promife,
For which your Honor and your Faith is pawn'd,
Th'Earledome of Hertford,and the moueables.
Which you haue promifed I lhall poiTefl'e.
'Rich. Stanley looke to your Wife : if Ihe conuey
Letters to Richmondyyon lhall anfwer it.
BucJ^.yihdit fayes your HighnelTe to my iuft requeft?
Rich. I doe remember mty Henry the Sixt
Did prophecie,that Richmond ihould be King,
When Richmond was a little peeuilh Boy.
A King perhaps.
Bucl{. May it pleafe you to refolue me in my fuit.
Rich, Thou troubleft me, I am not in the vaine. Exit.
Bucl(. And is it thus? repayes he my deepe feruice
With fuch contempt? made I him King for this ?
O let me thinke on HaßingSyznd be gone
To Brecnock, while my fearefull Head is on. Exit.
Enter Tyrrel.
Tyr. The tyrannous and bloodie A€I is done,
The moft arch deed of pittious maflacre
That
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IS guilty of :
did fuborne
Seena Tertia.
That euer yet this Land w
Digbtort and Forrefl^ who I
To do this p eece of ruthfun uuiwncry.
Albeit they were fleiht Villaines, bloody Dogges,
Melted with tenderneíTe, and milde compaflion,
Wept like to Children, in their deaths fad Story,
O thus fquoth Digbton) lay the gentle Babes :
Thus, thus (quoth Forreß) girdling one another
Within their AlablaOer innocent Armes :
Their lips were foure red Rofes on a ftalke.
And in their Summer Beauty kift each other.
A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay,
Which one (quoth Forreii) almoft changed my minde:
But oh the Diuell, there the Villaine llopt :
When Digbton thus told on, we fmothered
The moft repleniihed fweet worke of Nature,
That from the prime Creation ere ihe framed.
Hence both are gone with Confcience and Remorfe,
They could notfpeake, and fo I left them both,
To beare this tydings to the bloody King.
Enter Richard.
And heere he comes. All health my Soueraigne Lord.
Ric. Kinde Tirrelly am I happy in thy Newes.
Tir. If to haue done the thing you gaue in charge,
Beget your happineíTe, be happy then,
For it is done.
Rich. But did'ft thou fee them dead.
Tir. I did my Lord.
Rich. And buried gentle Tirrell,
Tir. The Chaplaine of the Tower hath buried them.
But where (to fay the truth) I do not know.
Rich. Come to me Tirrel foone, and after Supper,
When thou fhalt tell the procefle of their death.
Meane time, but thinke how I may do the good,
And be inheritor of thy defire.
Farewell till then,
Ttr. I humbly take my leaue.
Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp clofc.
His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage.
The Sonnes of Edvcard ileepe in Abrahams bofome,
And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night*
Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes
At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter.
And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne,
To her go I, a iolly thriuing wooer.
Enter Ratcliffe.
Rat. My Lord.
Rich. Good or bad newes, that thou com'ft in fo
bluntly ?
Rat.Bad news my Lord, iM^ourton is fled to Richmond,
And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welihmen
Is in the field,and flill his power encreafeth.
l^cb. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere,
Then Buckingham and his rafh leuied Strength.
Come, I haue learn'd, that fearfull commenting
Is leaden feruitor to dull delay.
Delay leds impotent and Snaile-pacM Beggery :
Then fierie expedition be my wing,
loues Mercury, and Herald for a King :
Go mufter men ; My counfaile is my Sheeld,
We muft be breefe, when Traitors braue the Field.
Exeunt.
Enter old Q^eene Margaret.
Mar. So now profperity begins to mellow,
And drop into the rotten mouth of death ;
Heere in thefe Confines ilily haue I lurkt,
To watch the waining of mine enemies.
A dire indu6tion, am I witneiTe to.
And will to France, hoping the confequence
Will proue as bitter, blacke, and Tragical!.
Withdraw thee wretched Margaret, who comes heere ?
Enter Dutchejfe and Queene,
ß«. Ah my poore Princes! ah my tender Babes ;
My vnblowed Flowres, new appearing fweets :
If yet your gentle foules flye in the Ayre,
And be not fixt in doome perpetuall,
Houer about me with your ayery wings,
And heare your mothers Lamentation.
Mar. Houer about her, fay that right for right
Hath dim'd your Infant morne, to Aged night.
Dut. So many miferies haue crazM my voyce,
That my woe-wearied tongue is ftlll and mute.
Edvpard Plantagenet, why art thou dead ?
Mar. Plantagenet doth quit Plantagenet,
Edroard for Edveard, payes a dying debt.
ëlu. Wilt thou, O God, flye from fuch gentle Lambs,
And throw them in the intrailes of the Wolfe ?
When didft thou fleepe, when fuch a deed was done ?
Mar. When holy Harry dyed, and my fweet Sonne.
Dut Dad life, blind fight, poore mortal! liuing ghoft.
Woes Scene, Worlds fhame, Graues due, by life vfurpt,
Breefe abftrafl and record of tedious dayes,
Reft thy vnreft on Englands lawfiill earth,
Vnlawfully made drunke with innocent blood.
Qu. Ah that thou would'ft afloone aftbord a Graue,
As thou canft yeeld a melancholly feate :
Then would I hide my bones, not reft them heere,
Ah who hath any caufe to mourne but wee ?
cMar. If ancient forrow be moft reuerent,
Giue mine the benefit of figneurle.
And let my greefes frowne on the vpper hand
If forrow can admit Society.
I had an Edi»ard,úll a Richard kilPd him :
I had a Husband, till a Richard kilfd him :
Thou had'ft an Edward, till a Rjchard kill'd him :
Thou had'ft a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.
Dut. I had a Richard too, and thou did'ft kill him j
I had a Rutland too, thou hop'ft to kill him.
Mar. Thou had'ft a Clarence too.
And Richard kill'd him.
From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept
A Hell-hound that doth hunt vs all to death :
That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes.
To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood :
That foule defacer of Gods handy worke :
That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping foules :
That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth.
Thy wombe let loofe to chafe vs to our graues.
O vpright, iuft, and trucdifpofing God,
How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre
Prayes
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Prayes on the iíTue of his Mothers body,
And makes her Pue-fellow with others mone.
Dut. Oh Harries wife, triumph not in my woes :
God witneiTe with me, I haue wept for thine.
Mar. Beare with me : I am hungry for reuenge,
And now 1 cloy me with beholding it.
Thy Edtvard he is dead, that kilTd my EJvpardy
The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward:
Yong Yorke, he is but boote, becaufe both they
Matcht not the high perfection of my lolTe.
Thy Clarence he is dead, that ftab*d my Edward^
And the beholders of this franticke play,
Th*adulterate Haßings^ Riuers^UaugbanyGrayy
Vntimely fmother'd in their dusky Graues.
Richard yet Hues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,
Onely referu'd their FaCtor, to buy foules,
And fend them thither : But at hand, at hand
Infues his pittious and vnpittied end. •
Earth gapes. Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,
To haue him fodainly conuey*d from hence :
Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray.
That I may Hue and fay, The Dogge is dead.
Slu. O thou did'ft prophefie, the time would come,
That I fhould wilh for thee to helpe me curfe
That bottelM Spider, that foule bunch-back*d Toad.
Mar. I caird thee then, vaine flouriíh of my fortune:
I call'd thee then,poore Shadow, painted Queen,
The prefentation of but what I was ;
The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant j
One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below :
A Mother onely mockt with two iàire Babes j
A dreame of what thou waft, a garilh Flagge
To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot 5
A figne of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble 5
A Queene in ieaft, onely to fill the Scene.
Where is thy Husband now.^ Where be thy Brothers ?
Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein doft thou loy?
Who fues, and kneeles, and fayes, God faue the Queene ^
Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?
Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?
Decline all this, and fee what now thou art.
For happy Wife, a moft diftreíTed Widdow :
For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name :
For one being fued too, one that humbly fues :
For Queene, a very Caytiffe, crown'd with care :
For ihe that fcorn'd at me, now fcorn'd of me :
For ihe being feared of all, now fearing one :
For flie commanding all, obey'd of none.
Thus hath the courfe of luftice whirl'd about,
And left thee but a very prey to time,
Hauing no more but Thought of what thou waft.
To torture thee the more, being what thou art.
Thou didft vfurpe my place, and doft thou not
Vfurpe the iuft proportion of my Sorrow?
Now thy proud Necke, beares hälfe my burthen'd yoke.
From which, euen heere I flip my wearied head.
And leaue the burthen of it all, on thee.
Farwell Yorkes wife, and Queene of fad mifchance,
Thefe Engliih woes, ftiall make me fmile in France.
¿ly. O thou well skiird in Curfes, ftay a-while,
And teach me how to curfe mine enemies.
Mar. Forbeare to lleepe the night, and lâft the day :
Compare dead happineíTe, with Huing woe :
Thinke that thy Babes were fweeter then they were.
And he that flew them fowler then he is :
Bettering thy lofle, makes the bad caufer worfe,
Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curfe,
My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.
Mar. Thy woes will make them iharpe.
And pierce like mine. Exit Margaret,
Dut. Why fliould calamity be full of words ?
Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,
Ayery fucceeders of inteftine ioyes,
Poore breathing Orators of miferies,
Let them haue fcope, though what they will impart,
Helpe nothing els, yet do they eafe the hart.
Dut. If fo then, be not Tongue-ty*d : go with me,
And in the breath of bitter words, let's fmother
My damned Son, that thy two fweet Sonnes fmother'd.
The Trumpet founds, be copious in exclaimes.
Enter King Richard., and hü Traîne.
Rich. Who intercepts me in my Expedition ?
Dut. O flie, that might haue intercepted thee
By ftrangling thee in her aceurfed wombe,
From all the flaughters(Wretch)that thou haft done.
5«. Hid'ft thou that Forhead with a Golden Crowne
Where't fliouId be branded, if that right were right ?
The flaughter of the Prince that ow'd that Crowne,
And the dyre death of my poore Sonnes, and Brothers.
Tell me thou Villaine-flaue, where are my Children ?
Dut. Thou Toad, thou Toade,
Where is thy Brother Clarence"^.
And little Ñed Plantagenet his Sonne ?
Where is the gentle T{iuerSy*Vaagbany Gray ^
Dut. Where is kinde Haßings ?
Rich. A flourifli Trumpets, ftrike Alarum Drummes :
Let not the Heauens heare thefe Tell-tale women
Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I fay.
Flouriß). tAIarums,
Either be patient, and intreat me fayre.
Or with the clamorous report ofWarre,
Thus will I drowne your exclamations.
Dut. Art thou my Sonne ?
Rich. I, I thanke God, my Father, and your felfe.
Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience.
Rich. Madam, I haue a touch of your condition,
Thar cannot brooke the accent of reproofe.
Dut. O let me fpeake.
Rich. Do then, but He not heare.
Duti I will be milde, and gentle in my words.
Rich. And breefe (good Mother) for I am in haft.
T>ut. Art thou fo hafty? I haue ftaid for thee
(God knowes) in torment and in agony.
Rich, And came I not at laft to comfort you ?
T)ut. No by the holy Rood, thou know'ft it well,
Thou cam'ft on earth, to make the earth my Hell.
A greeuous burthen was thy Birth to me,
Tetchy and wayward was thy Infancie.
Thy School-daies frightfull, defp'rate, wilde, and furious.
Thy prime of Manhood, daring, bold, and venturous:
Thy Age confirm'd, proud, fubtle, flye, and bloody,
More milde, but yet more harmfijJl ; Kinde in hatred :
What comfortable houre canft thou name.
That euer grac'd me with thy company?
Rich, Faith none, but Humfrey Hower^
That call'd your Grace
To Breakefaft once, forth of my company.
If I be fo difgracious in your eye,
Let me march on,and not offend you Madam.
Strike vp the Drumme.
Dut. I prythee heare me fpeake.
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Kuh. You fpeake too bitterly.
Dut. Heare ine a word :
For I fball neuer fpeake to thee againe.
Rich. So.
Dut, Either thou wilt dye, by Gods iuft ordinance
Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror :
Or I with greefe and extreame Age lhall perilh,
And neuer more behold thy face againe.
Therefore take with thee my mod greeuous Curfe,
Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more
Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'ft.
My Prayers on the aduerfe party fight,
And there the little foules of Edwards Children,
Whifper the Spirits of thine Enemies,
And promife them Succeffe and Viélory :
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end :
Shame ferues thy life, and doth thy death attend. Exit.
.^.Though far more caufe,yet much lefTe fpirit to curfe
Abides in me, 1 fay Amen to her.
Rich. Stay Madam,! mull talke a word with you.
S^u. I haue no more fonnes of the Royall Blood
For thee to daughter. For my Daaghters(Richard)
They lhall be praying Nunnes,not weeping Queenes :
And therefore leuell not to hit their Hues.
Rich. You haue a daughter call'd Elizabeth,
Vertuous and Faire, Royall and Gracious?
Qu. And mull llie dye for this? O let her liue.
And lie corrupt her Manners,llaine her Beauty,
Slander my Seife, as falfe to Edwards bed :
Throw ouer her the vaile of Infamy,
So Ihe may liue vnfcarr'd of bleeding daughter,
I will confede die was not Edwards daughter.
Rich. Wrong not her Byrth,lhe is a Royall Princede.
Qu. To faue her life. He fay die is not fo.
'Rich. Her life is fafell onely in her byrth.
Qu, And onely in that fafety,dyed her Brothers.
Rich. Loe at their Birth, good ilarres were oppofite.
Qu. No, to their Hues,ill friends were contrary.
'Ruh\ All vnauoyded is the doome of Delliny,
Qu^. True : when auoyded grace makes Dediny.
My Babes were dedin'd to a fairer death.
If grace had blellthee with a fairer life.
Rich, You fpeake as if that I had daine my Cofins?
Siu. Cofins indeed, and by their Vnckle couzend.
Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life,
Whofe hand foeuer lanch'd their tender hearts.
Thy head (all indireflly) gaue direélion.
No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt.
Till it was whetted on thy done-hard heart.
To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes.
But that dill vfe of greefe, makes wilde greefe tame.
My tongue diould to thy eares not name my Boyes,
Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes :
And I in fuch a defp'rate Bay of death.
Like a poore Barke, of failes and tackling reft,
Rulh all to peeces on thy Rocky .bofome.
Rich. Madam, fo thriue I in my enterprize
And dangerous fuccefie of bloody warres.
As I intend more good to you and yours.
Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd.
e^u. What good is couer'd with the face of heauen,
To be difcouered, that can do me good.
Rich. Th'aduancement of your children,gentle Lady
Qu. Vp to feme Scaffold, there to lofe their heads.
'Rich. Vnto the dignity and height of Fortune,
The high Imperiall Type of this earths glory.
Qu. Flatter my forrow with report of it:
Tell me, what State,what Dignity,what Honor,
Cand thou demife to any childe of mine.
Rich. Euen all I haue; I, and my felfe and all»
Will I withall indow a childe of thine:
So in the Lethe of thy angry foule.
Thou drowne the fad remembrance of thole wrongs.
Which thou fuppofed I haue done to thee.
^u. Be breefe, lead that the proceffe of thy kindneffe
Lad longer telling then thy kindneffe date.
Rich. Then know.
That from my Soule, I loue thy Daughter.
Qu. My daughters Mother thinkes it with her foule.
Rich. What do you thinke ?
Siu. That thou dod loue my daughter from thy foule
So from thy Soules loue didd thou loue her Brothers,
And from my hearts loue, I do thanke thee for it.
Rich. Be not fo hady to confound my meaning :
I meane that with my Soule I loue thy daughter.
And do intend to make her Queene of England.
Well then, who dod y meane lhallbe her King.
Rich. Euen he that makes her Queene :
Who elfe Ihould bee ?
What,thou ?
Rich. Euen fo: How thinke you of it ?
Qu. How cand thou woo her ?
Rich. That I would learne of you.
As one being bed acquainted with her humour.
Qu. And wilt thou learne of me ?
Rich. Madam, with all my heart.
Qu. Send to her by the man that flew her Brothers,
A paire of bleeding hearts : thereon ingraue
Edward and Yorkf, then haply will Ihe weepe :
Therefore prefent to her,as fometime Margaret
Did to thy Father, deept in Rutlands blood,
A hand-kercheefe, which fay to her did dreyne
The purple fappe from her fweet Brothers body.
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall.
If this inducement moue her not to loue.
Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds :
Tell her, thou mad'd away her Vnckle Clarence,
Her Vnckle Riuers, I (and for her fake)
Mad'd quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne,
Rich. You mocke me Madam, this not the way
To win your daughter.
Slu. There is no other way,
Vnlelfe thou could'd put on fome other fliape.
And not be RiViar«/, that hath done all this.
Ric. Say that I did all this for loue of her.
Qu. Nay then indeed ihe cannot choofe but hate thee
Hauing bought loue, with fuch a bloody fpoyle.
Rich. Looke what is done, cannot be now amended :
Men lhall deale vnaduifedly fometimes.
Which after-houres giues leyfure to repent.
If I did take the Kingdome from your Sonnes,
To make amends. He giue it to your daughter :
If I haue kill'd the ilfue of your wombe.
To quicken your encreafe, I will beget
Mine yflue of your blood, vpon your Daughter:
A Grandams name is little lefle in loue,
Then is the doting Title of a Mother ;
They are as Children but one deppe below,
Euen of your mettall,of your very blood :
Of all one paine, faue for a night of groanes
Endur'd of her, for whom you bid like forrow.
Your Children were vexation to your youth.
But
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But mine ihall be a comfort to your Age,
The lofle you haue, is but a Sonne being King,
And by that lofle,your Daughter is made Queene.
I cannot make you what amends I would.
Therefore accept fuch kindneíTe as I can.
DorJetyoMx Sonne, that with a fearful! foule
Leads difcontented fteppes in Forraine foyle.
This faire Alliance, quickly ¿hall call home
To high Promotions, and great Dignity.
The King that calles your beauteous Daughter Wife,
Familiarly ihall call thy Brother :
Againe ihall you be Mother to a King î
And all the Ruines of diftreflefull Times,
RepayrM with double Riches of Content.
What? we haue many goodly dayes to fee :
The liquid drops of Teares that you haue ihed,
Shall come againe, transformed to Orient Pearle,
Aduantaging their Loue, with intereft
Often-times double gaine of happineife.
Go then (my Mother) to thy Daughter go,
Make bold her baihfull yeares, with your experience,
Prepare her eares to heare a Woers Tale.
Put in her tender heart, th'afpiring Flame
Of Golden Soueraignty : Acquaint the Princeife
With the fweet filent houres of Marriage ioyes :
And when this Arme ofmine hath chaftifed
The petty Rebell, dull-brain'd ^ucJ^ngham,
Bound with Triumphant Garlands will 1 come.
And leade thy daughter to a Conquerors bed :
To whom I will retaile my Conqueft wonne.
And ihe ihalbe fole ViÚ-ort^e^CaJars Cafar.
Qu. What were I beft to fay, her Fathers Brother
Would be her Lord f Or ihall 1 fay her Vnkle ?
Or he that ilew her Brothers, and her Vnkles ?
Vnder what Title ihall I woo for thee,
That God, the Law,my Honor,and her Loue,
Can make feeme pleafing to her tender yeares?
Rich. Inferre faire Englands peace by this Alliance.
Qu Which ihe ihall párchale with ftil lafting warre.
Rich. Tell her, the King that may command, intreats.
That at her hands,which the kings King forbids.
Rich. Say ihe ihall be a High and Mighty Queene.
To vaile the Title, as her Mother doth.
Rich. Say I will loue her euerlaftingly.
Qu. But how long ihall that title euer laft ?
Rich. Sweetly in force, vnto her faire Hues end.
But how long fairely ihall her fweet life laft ?
Rich. As long as Heauen and Nature lengthens it.
Qu. As long as Hell and Richard likes of it.
RJcb. Say 1 her Soueraigne,am her Subieit low.
ß«. But ihe your Subie6t,lothes fuch Soueraignty.
R¿ch. Be eloquent in my behalfe to her.
Qu. An honeft tale fpeeds beft, being plainly told.
Rich. Then plainly to her, tell my louing tale.
Qu. Plaine and not honeft,is too harih a ftyle.
Rich, Your Reafons are too ihalIow,and to quicke.
O no, my Reafons are too deepe and dead,
Too deepe and dead (poore Infants^ in their graues,
Harpe on it ftill ihall I, till heart-ftrings breake.
Rich. Harpe not on that ftring Madam, that is paft.
Now by my George, my Garter, and my Crowne,
2«. Prophan'd, diihonor*d,and the third vfurpt.
Rich. I fweare.
By nothing, for this is no Oath :
Thy George prophanM, hath loft his Lordly Honor;
Thy Garter blemiih'd, pawned his Knightly Vertue ;
Thy Crowne vfurp'd, difgracM his Kingly Glory :
If fomething thou would'ft fweare to be beleeu'd,
Sweare then by fomething, that thou haft not wrong'd.
Rich^ Then by my Seife.
Qu. Thy Seife,is felfe-mifvs'd.
Rich. Now by the World.
¿lu. *Tis full of thy foule wrongs.
Rich. My Fathers death.
Qu. Thy life hath it diftionor'd.
I^ch. Why then, by Heauen.
Heanens wrong is moft of all :
If thou didd'ft feare to breake an Oath with him,
The vnity the King my husband made,
Thou had'ft not broken, nor my Brothers died.
If thou had'ft feaPd to breake an oath by him,
Th*Imperiall mettall, circling now thy head,
Had grac'd the tender temples of my Child,
And both the Princes had bene breathing heere.
Which now two tender Bed-fellowes for duft.
Thy broken Faith hath made the prey for Wörmes.
What can'ft thou fweare by now.
Rich. The time to come.
¿lu. That thou haft wronged in the time ore-paft;
For 1 my felfe haue many teares to waih
Heereafter time, for time paft, wrong'd by thee.
The Children liue, whofe Fathers thou haft flaughtePd,
Vngouern'd youth, to walle it with their age;
The Parents liue, whofe Children thou haft butcher'd,
Old barren Plants, to waile it with their Age.
Sweare not by time to come, for that thou haft
MifvsM ere vsM, by times ill-vs'd repaft.
Rich. As I entend to profper,and repent!
So thriue I in my dangerous Affayres
Of hoftile Armes ; My felfe, my ielfe confound :
Heauen,and Fortune barre me happy houres:
Day,yeeld me not thy light; nor Night, thy reft.
Be oppofite all Planets of good lucke
To my proceeding, if with deere hearts loue,
Immaculate deuotion,holy thoughts,
I tender not thy beautious Princely daughter.
In her, confifts my Happinefle,and thine:
Without her, followes to my felfe, and thee ;
Her felfe, the Land,and many a Chriftian foule,
Death, Defolation, Ruine, and Decay j
It cannot be auo yded, but by this :
It will not be auoyded, but by this.
Therefore deare Mother ( I muft call you fo)
Be the Attorney of my loue to her:
Pleade what I will be, not what I haue beene ;
Not my deferts, but what I will deferue;
Vrge the NeceiTity and ftate of times.
And be not peeuifh found,in great Defignes.
Qu, Shall I be tempted of the Diuel thus?
Rich. I, if the Diuell tempt you to do good.
¿lu. Shall I forget my felfe,to be my felfe.
Rich. I, if your felfes»-remembrance wrong your felfe.
Yet thou didft kil my Children.
Rich. But in your daughters wombe I bury them.
Where in that Neft of Spicery they will breed
Selues of themfelues, to your recomforture.
¿lu. Shall I go win my daughter to thy willf
Rich. And be a happy Mother by the deed.
I go, write to me very ihortly,
And you ihal vnderftand from me her mind. Exit Q.
Rich. Beare her my true loues kifle,and fo farewell.
Relenting Foole,and ihallow-changing Woman.
How
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How now, what newes ?
Enter Ratdiffe,
R^t. Moil mightie Soueraigne, on the Weilerne Coaft
Rideth a pulHant Nauie : to our Shores
Throng many doubcfuil hollow-hearted friends,
Vnarm*d,and vnrefolu^d to beat them backe.
*Tis thought, that Richmond is their Admirall :
And there they huIl,expeÄing but the aide
Of Buckjttgbûm^^o welcome them aihore.
Rich» Some light-foot friend poll to y Duke of Norfolk :
Ratdiffe thy felfe, or where is hee?
Qat. Here, my good Lord.
^ch. Catesby^ flye to the Duke.
Cat. I will, my Lord, with all conuenîent halle«
Rich, Cateshy come hither, pofte to Salisbury :
When thou com'll thither: Dull vnmindfull Villaine,
Why llay*ll thou here,and go'll not to the Duke ?
Ctff.Firll,mighty Liege, tell me your Highnefle pleafure,
What from your Grace I Ihall deliuer to him.
Rich. O true,good Qatesby^hià him leuie llraight
The greateft ftrength and power that he can make,
And meet me fuddenly at Salisbury.
Cat, I goe. Exit.
Rat. What, may it pleafe you, lhall I doe at Salis¬
bury ?
Rich. Why, what would^ll thou doe there, before I
goe?
'Rat. Your Highnefle told me 1 Ihould pofte before.
Rich. My minde is changM :
Enter Lord Stanley.
Stanleyy what newes with you ?
&tf.None,good my Liege, to pleafe you with y hearing.
Nor none io bad,but well may be reported.
Rich. Hoyday,a Riddle,neither good nor bad;
What need'ft thou runne fo many miles about.
When thou mayeft tell thy Tale the neereft way ?
Once more,what newes?
Stan, Richmond is on the Seas.
Rich. There let him finke,and be the Seas on him,
White-liuer'd Runnagate,what doth he there?
Stan. I know not, mightie Soueraigne, but by guefle.
Rich. Well, as you guelTe.
Stan. Stirr'd vp by Dorfety'^ucfinghamyZná Morton,
He makes for England, here to clayme the Crowne.
Rich. Is the Chayre emptie ? is the Sword vnfway'd ?
Is the King dead ? the Empire vnpoflfeft?
What Heirc of Tor^e is there aliue,but wee ?
And who is Englands King, but great Yorl^es Heire ?
Then tell me, what makes he vpon the Seas ?
Stan. VnlelTe for that,my Liege,I cannot guelfe.
Rich. Vnlelfe for that he comes to be your Liege,
You cannot guelfe wherefore the Welchman comes.
Thou wilt reuoIt,and flye to him,I feare,
Stan. No, my good Lord, therefore miftrull me not.
Rich. Where is thy Power then, to beat him back f
Where be thy Tenants,and thy followers ?
Are they not now vpon the Weilerne Shore,
Safe-condufling the Rebels from their Shippes ?
Stan. No, my good Lord, my friends are in the
North.
Rich. Cold friends to me : what do they in the North,
When they Ihould ferue their Soueraigne in the Weft?
Stan. They haue not been commanded, mighty Kings
Pleafeth your Maieftie to giue me leaue,
He mufter vp my friends,and meet your Grace,
Where,and what time your Maieftie lhall pleafe.
Rich. I, thou would*ft be gone, to ioyne with Richmond:
But He not truft thee.
Stan. Moll mightie Soueraigne,
You haue no caufe to hold my friendlhip doubtfull,
I neuer was, nor neuer will be falfe«
Rich. Goe then, and mufter mensbut leaue behind
Your Sonne George Stanley : looke your heart be firme,
Or elfe his Heads aflurance is but fraile.
Stan. So deale with him, as I proue true to you.
Exit Stanley,
Enter a dMeffenger.
Meff. My gracious Soueraigne, now in Deuonlhirc,
As I by friends am well aduertifed,
Sir Edward Qourtney, and the haughtie Prelate,
Bilhop of Exeter, his elder Brother,
With many moe Confederates, are in Armes.
Enter another ç^ejjenger.
Meff. In Kent,my Liege,the Guilfords are in Armes,
And euery houre more Competitors
Flocke to the Rebels,and their power growes ftrong.
Enter another dMeffenger,
Meff. My Lord, the Armie of great Bud^ngham.
Rich. Out on ye,Owles,nothing but Songs of Death,
He ßril^eth him.
There, take thou that, till thou bring better newes»
Meff. The newes I haue to tell your Maieftie,
Is, that by fudden Floods, and fall of Waters,
'Buckjngbams Armie is difpers'd and fcatter*d,
And he himfelfe wandred away alone.
No man knowes whither.
Rich. I cry thee meicie ;
There is my Purfe,to cure that Blow of thine.
Hath any well-aduifed friend proclaym'd
Reward to him that brings the Traytor in?
Meff. Such Proclamation hath been made, my Lord.
Enter another dMeffenger.
Meff. Sir Rhoma¿ Louell,iSià. Lord Marquelfe Dorfet,
*Tis laid,my Liege,in Yorkelhire are in Armes :
But this good comfort bring I to your Highnefle,
The Brittaine Nauie is difpersM by Tempeft^
Richmond in Dorfetlhire lent out a Boat
Vnto the lhore,to aske thofe on the Banks,
If they were his Aflîftants, yea, or no?
Who anfwerM him, they came from 'Buckingham,
Vpon his partie ; he miftrufting them,
Hoys'd fayle,and made his courfe againe for Brittaine.
Rich. March on, march on,fmce we are vp in Armes,
If not to fight with forraine Enemies,
Yet to beat downc thefe Rebels here at home.
Enter Catesby.
Cat. My Liege,the Duke of Buckingham is taken,
That is the bell newes : that the Earle of Richmond
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Is with a mighty power Landed at Miiford,
Is colder Newes, but yet they muft be told.
Sich. Away towards Salsbury, while we reafon here,
A Royall batteil might be wonne and loft:
Some one take order Buckingham be brought
To Salsbury, the reft march on with me. Fhrißi. Exeunt
Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head.
And giuen in earneft,what I begg'd in ieft.
Thus doth he force the fwords of wicked men
To turne their owne points in their Mafters bofomes.
Thus Margarets curfe falles heauy on my necke :
When he (quoth íhe)íhaU fplit thy heart with forrow,
Remember Margaret was a Propheteffe :
Come leade me Officers to the blocke of ffiame,
Wrong hath but wrong,and blame the due of blame.
Exeunt Buckingham with Oßicers,
Seena Quarta.
Sfttír Dfrby^andSir Cbrißcpber.
Der» Sir Cbrifiopber^itW Ricbmonä this from me,
That in the ftye of the moft deadly Bore,
My Sonne George Stanley is frankt vp in hold :
If I reuolt, off goes yong Georges head,
The feare of that, holds off my prefent ayde»
So get thee gone; commend me to thy Lord.
Withall fay, that the Qi^eene hath heartily confented
He ihould efpoufe Eli%abetb hir daughter.
But tell me, where is Princely Richmond now?
Chri. At Penbroke, or at Hertford Weft in Wales.
Der» What men of Name refort to him.
Cbriy Sir iValter Herbert^ a renowned Souldier,
Sir Gilbert Talbot.¡%\t M'ilUam Stanley^
Oxfordy redoubted Pembrol^y Sir lames Blunt y
And Rice ap Tbomasy with a valiant Crew,
And many other of great name and worth:
And towards London do they bend their power.
If by the way they be not fought withall.
Der. Well hye thee to thy Lord : I kiffe his hand,
My Letter will refolue him of my minde.
Farewell. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter Richmond, Oxford, Blunt, Herbert, and
others, vpitb drum and colours.
Richm. Fellowes in Armes,and my moft louing Prends
Bruis'd vnderneath the yoake of Tyranny,
Thus ferre into the bowels of the Land,
Haue we marcht on without impediment;
And heere receiue we from our Father Stanley
Lines of feire comfort and encouragement :
The wretched, bloody,and vfurping Boare,
(That fpoyl'd your Summer Fields,and ffuitfhll Vines^
SwUles your warm blood like wafti, & makes his trough
In your embowel'd bofomes : This foule Swine
Is now euen in the Gentry of this Ifle,
Ne're to the Towne of Leicefter,as we learne:
From Tamworth thither,is but one dayes march.
In Gods name cheerely on, couragious Friends,
To reape the Harueft of perpctuall peace.
By this one bloody tryall of fliarpe Warre.
Oxf. Euery mans Confcience is a thoufand men,
To fight againft this guilty Homicide.
Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.
Blunt.He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear.
Which in his deereft neede will flye from him.
Richm.AW for our vantage, then in Cods name march.
True Hope is fwift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.
Exeunt Omnes. ■
Enter King Richard in »Armes, mtb Norfol\e, RatcUffe,
and the Ear le of Surrey,
Ricb.Here pitch our Tent, euen here in Bofworth field.
My Lord of Surrey, why looke you fo fad ?
Sur. My heart is ten times lighter then my lookes.
Rich. My Lord of Norfolke.
Nor. Heere moft gracious Liege.
Rich. Norfolke, we muft haue knockes :
Ha, muft we not
Nor. We muft both glue and take my louing Lord.
Rich. Vp with my Tent,heere wil I lye to night,
But where to morrow ? Well,airs one for that.
Who hath defcried the number of the Traitors í
Nor. Six or feuen thoufand is their vtmoft power.
Rich. Why our Battalia trebbles that account:
Befides,the Kings name is a Tower of ftrength,
'Which they vpon the aduerfe Faétion want.
Vp with the Tent : Come Noble Gentlemen,
Let vs furuey the vantage of the ground.
Call for fome men of found diretiUon :
Let's
AdlusQuintus. ScenaT*rima.
Enter ^ucl^ngbam witb Halberds, led
to Execution,
Bue» Will not King Richard let me fpeake with him?
Sber» No my good Lord, therefore be patient.
^uc. HaßingSy and Edvcardt children, & ^RJuers,
Holy King Henry, and thy faire Sonne Edward,
Uaugban, and all that haue mifcarried
By vnder-hand corrupted foule iniuftice.
If that your moody difcontented loulcs.
Do through the clowds behold this prefent houre,
Euen for reuenge mocke my deftruflion.
This is All-foules day (Fellow)is it not}
Sber. It is.
^i/c.Why then Al-foules day, is my bodies doomfday
This is the day, which in King Edwards time
I wi/h'd might fall on me, when I was found
Falfe to his Children,and his Wiues Allies.
This is the day, wherein I wiflit to fall
By the falfe Faith of him whom moft I trufted.
This, this All-foules day to my fearfull Soule^
Is the determinM refpit of my wrongs :
That high All-feer, which I dallied with,
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Let's lacke no Difcipline, make no delay,
For Lords, to morrow is a bufie day. Exeunt
Enter Richmond, Sir William Brandon, Ox¬
ford, and Dorfet.
Richm. The weary Sunne, hath made a Golden fet,
And by the bright Trail of his fiery Carre,
Giues token of a goodly day to morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you lhall beare my Standard !
Giue me feme Inke and Paper in my Tent :
lie draw the Forme and Modell of our Battaile,
Limit each Leader to his feuerall Charge,
And part in iuft proportion our fmall Power.
My Lord of Oxford, you Sir William 'Brandon,
And your Sir Walter Herbert flay with me :
The Harle of Pembroke keepes his Regimen^;
Good Captaine "Blunt, beare my goodnight to him.
And by the fécond houre in the Morning,
Defire the Harle to fee me in my Tent :
Yet one thing more (good Captaine) do for me :
Where is Lord Stanley quartered, do you know?
"Blunt. VnleiTe I haue miflane his Colours much,
(Which well I am afiur'd I haue not done)
His Regiment lies hälfe a Mile at leaft
South, from the mighty Power of the King.
Richm. If without perill it be poffible.
Sweet Blunt,make fome good meanes to fpeak with him
And giue him from me, this moft needfull Note.
Blunt. Vpon my life, my Lord, He vndertaké it.
And fo God giue you quiet reft to night.
Richm. Good night good Captaine "Blunt :
Come Gentlemen,
Let vs confult vpon to morrowes Bufinefle ;
Into my Tent, the Dew is rawe and cold.
They mthdraw into the Tent.
Enter IRJchard, Ratcliffe, NorfolXe, tà" Qateshy.
Rich. What is't a Clocke ?
Cat. It's Supper time my Lord, it's nine a clocke.
King. I will not fup to night,
Giue me fome Inke and Paper :
What, is my Beauer eafier then it was ?
And all my Armour laid into my Tent?
Cat. It is my Liege : and all things are in readinelTe.
Rich. Good Norfolke, hye thee to thy charge,
Vfe carefull Watch, choofe trufty Centinela,
Nor. I go my Lord.
Bich. Stir with the Larke to morrow,gentle Norfolk.
Nor. I warrant you my Lord. Exit
Rich. Ratcliffe.
Rat. My Lord.
Rich. Send out a Purfuiuant at Armes
To Stanleys Regiment : bid him bring his power
Before Sun-rifing, leaft his Sonne George fell
Into the blinde Caue of eternall night.
Fill me a Bowie of Wine : Giue me a Watch,
Saddle white Surrey for the Field to morrow :
Look that my Staues be found,& not too heauy. Ratclff.
Rat. My Lord.
Rich. Saw'ft the melancholly Lord Northumberland ?
Rat. Thomac the Harle of Surrey, and himfelfe,
Much about Cockfliut time, from Troope to Troope
Went through the Army, chearing vp the Souldiers.
King. So, I am fatisfied : Giue me a Bowie of Wine,
I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit,
Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue.
Set it downe. Is Inke and Paper ready ?
Rat. It is my Lord.
Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leaue me.
Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my Tent
And helpe to arme me. Leaue me I fay. Exit Ratclif.
Enter Derby to IBjchmond in hü Tent.
Der. Fortune,and Viilory fit on thy Helme.
Bich. All comfort that the darke night can affoord.
Be to thy Perfon, Noble Father in Law.
Tell me, how fares our Noble Mother?
Der. I by Attourney, bleffe thee from thy Mother,
Who prayes continually for Richmonds good :
So much for that. The filent houres fteale on.
And flakie darkenefle breakes within the Haft.
In breefe, for fo the feafon bids vs be.
Prepare thy Battell early in the Morning,
And put thy Fortune to th'Arbitrement
Of bloody ftroakes,and mortall flaring Warre;
I, as I may, that which I would. I cannot.
With beft aduantage will deceiue thetime.
And ayde thee in this doubtfull Ihocke of Armes.
But on thy fide I may not be too forward,
Leaft being feene, thy Brother, tender George
Be executed in his Fathers fight.
Farewell : the leyfure, and the fearfull time
Cuts off the ceremonious Vowes of Loue,
And ample enterchange of fweet Difcourfe,
Which fo long fiindred Friends ftiould dwell vpon:
God giue vs leyfure for thefe rites of Loue.
Once more Adieu, be valiant,and fpeed well.
Richm. Good Lords condudt him to his Regiment :
He ftriue with troubled noife, to take a Nap,
Left leaden flumber peize me downe to morrow,
When I Ihould mount with wings of Viitory :
Once more, good night kinde Lords, and Gentlemen.
Exeunt. Jbianet Richmond.
O thou, whofe Captaine I account my felfe,
Looke on my Forces with a gracious eye :
Put in their hands thy bruifing Irons of wrath.
That they may crulh downe with a heauy fall,
Th'vfurping Helmets of our Aduerfaries :
Make vs thy minifters of Chafticement,
That we may praife thee in thy vidfory :
To thee I do commend my watchfull foule.
Ere I let fall the windowes of mine eyes :
Sleeping,and waking, oh defend me ftill. Sleeps.
Enter the Ghoff of Trince Edovard, Sonne to
Henry the ffxt.
Gh.to Ri. Let me fit heauy on thy foule to morrow s
Thinke how thou ftab'ft me in my prime of youth
At Teukesbury : Difpaire therefore, and dye.
Ghoff to Richm. Be chearefull Richmond,
For the wronged Soules
Of butchcr'd Princes, fight in thy behalfe :
King Henries iffue Richmond comforts thee.
Enter the Qhoff of Henry the ffxt.
Ghoff. When I was mortall, my Annointed body
By thee was punched full of holes ;
Thinke on the Tower, and me : Difpaire,and dye,
Harry the fixt, bids thee difpaire, and dye.
To Richm. Vertuous and holy be thou Conqueror :
Harry that prophefied thou fliould'ft be King,
Doth comfort thee in fleepe : Liue,and flourifli.
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Enter the Ghofl of Clarence.
Gboß. Let me fit heauy in thy foule to morrow»
I that was walhM to death with Fulfome Wine :
Poore Clarence by thy guile betrayM to death :
To morrow in the battel! thinke on me,
And fall thy edgeleíTe Sword, difpaire and dye.
To Richm. Thou off-fpring of the houfe of Lancafter
The wronged heyres of Vorke do pray for thee.
Good Angels guard thy battel!, Liue and Flourilh.
Enter the Ghfis of RiuerSy Gray, and Vaughan,
Riu. Let me fit heauy in thy foule to morrow,
Riuers,that dy'de at Pomfret : difpaire,and dye.
Grey. Thinke vpon Grey^ and let thy foule difpaire.
Vaugb. Thinke vpon Vaughan,with guilty feare
Let fall thy Lance, difpaire and dye,
j^ll to Ricbm. Awake,
And thinke our wrongs in Richards Bofome,
Will conquer him. Awake,and win the day.
Enter the Gboß of Lord Haßings.
Gho. Bloody and guilty : guiltily awake.
And in a bloody Battell end thy dayes.
Thinke on Lord Haftings : difpaire,and dye.
Haß. to Rich. Q¿iiet vntroubled foule,
Awake, awake :
Arme, fight, and conquer, for faire Englands fake.
Enter the Ghoñs of the treo y ong Princes.
Qhoßs. Dreame on thy Coufins
Smothered in the Tower :
Let vs be laid within thy bofome Richard^
And weigh thee downe to mine, lh3me,and death,
Thy Nephewes foule bids thee difpaire and dye.
Ghoßs to Ricbm. SJeepe Richmond,
Sleepe in Peace,and wake in loy,
Good Angels guard thee from the Boares annoy,
Liue, and beget a happy race of Kings,
Edrvards vnhappy Sonnes, do bid thee flourilh.
Enter the Gbolf oftAnne,bü Wife,
Gboß to Rich. Richard, thy Wife,
That wretched Anne thy Wife,
That neuer flept a quiet hourewith thee.
Now filles thy fleepe with perturbations,
To morrow in the Battaile, thinke on me,
And fall thy edgeleíTe Sword, difpaire and dye s
Gboß to Richm, Thou quiet foule,
Sleepe thou a quiet fleepe :
Dreame of Succefle, and Happy Viftory,
Thy Aduerfaries Wife doth pray for thee.
Enter the Ghoñ of Buckingham.
Gboß to Rich. The firft was I
That help'd thee to the Crowne :
The laft was I that felt thy Tyranny.
O, in the Battaile think on Buckingham,
And dye in terror of thy guiltineíTe.
Dreame on, dreame on, of bloody deeds and death,
Fainting difpaire j difpairing yeeld thy breath.
Qhoß to Richm, I dyed for hope
Ere I could lend thee Aydej
But cheere thy heart, and be thou not difmayde s
God,and good Angels fight on Richmonds fide,
And Richard fall in height of all his pride.
Richardßarts out of hü dreame.
Rich. Giue me another Horfe, bind vp my Wounds:
Haue mercy lefu. Soft, I did but dreame.
O coward Confcience) how deft thou afflidf me.^
The Lights burne blew. It is not dead midnight.
Cold fearefull drops ftand on my trembling flefli.
of Richard the Third.
What? do I feare my Seife ? There's none elfe by,
Richard loues Richard, that is, I am I.
Is there a Murtherer heere?No j Yes, I am :
Then flye; What from my Seife/" Great reafon : why?
Left I Reuenge. What? my Seife vpon my Seife?
Alacke, I loue my Seife. Wherefore ? For any good
That I my Seife, haue done vnto my Seife?
0 no. Alas, I rather hate my Seife,
For hatefull Deeds committed by my Seife.
1 am a Villaine : yet I Lye, 1 am not.
Foole, of thy Seife fpeake well : Foole, do not flatter.
My Confcience hath a thoufand feuerall Tongues,
And euery Tongue brings in a feueral! Tale,
And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine 5
Periurie, in the high'ft Degree,
Murther, fterne murther, in the dyr'ft degree.
All feuerall finnes, all vs'd in each degree,
Throng all to'th'Barre, crying all. Guilty,Guilty.
I fliall difpaire, there is no Creature loues me 5
And if 1 die, no foule fliall pittie me.
Nay, wherefore ihould they ? Since that I my Seife,
Finde in my Seife, no pittie to my Seife.
Me thought, the Soulesofall that I had raurther'd
Came to my Tent, and euery one did threat
To morrowes vengeance on the head of Richard,
Enter Ratcliffe.
Rat, My Lord.
King. Who's there?
Rat, Ratcliffe my Lord,'tis I ; the early Village Cock
Hath twice done falutation to the Morne,
Your Friends are vp, and buckle on their Armour.
King. O Ratcliffe, I feare, I feare.
Rat. Nay good my Lord, be not aíTraid of Shadows.
King. By the Apoftle fliadowes to night
Haue ftroke more terror to the foule of Richard,
Then can the fubftance of ten thoufand Souldiers
Armed in proofe, and led by fliallow Richmond,
'Tis not yet neere day. Come go with me,
Vnder our Tents He play the Eafe-dropper,
To heare if any meane to flirinke from me.
Exeunt Richard & Ratlffe,
Enter the Lords to Richmondßtting
in hü Tent.
Richm. Good morrow Richmond.
Rich* Cry mercy Lords, and watchful! Gentlemen,
That you haue tane a tardie fluggard heere f
Lords. How haue you flept my Lord ?
Rich. The fweeteft fleepe,
And faireft boading Dreames,
That euer entred in a drowfie head.
Haue I fince your departure had my Lords.
Me thought their Soules,whofe bodies R/Vib.murther'd,
Came to my Tent, and cried on /i£lory :
I promife you my Heart is very iocond,
In the remembrance of fo faire a dreame,
How farre into the Morning is it Lords ?
Lor. Vpon the ftroke of foure.
Rich. Why then 'tis time to Arme, and giue direûion.
Hü Oration to hü Souldiers.
More then I haue faid, louing Countrymen,
The leyfurc»and inforcement of the time
Forbids to dwell vpon : yet remember this,
God
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The Life and death
God, and our good caufe, fight vpon our fide,
The Prayers of holy Saints and wronged foules,
Like high rear'd Bulwarkes, Hand before our Faces,
(^cbard except) chofe whom we fight againft.
Had rather haue vs win, then him they follow.
For, what is he they follow ? Truly Gentlemen,
A bloudy Tyrant, and a Homicide :
One rais'd in blood, and one in blood efiabliihM ;
One that made meanes to come by what he hath.
And flaughter'd thofe that were the meanes to help him :
A bafe foule Stone, made precious by the foyle
Of Englands Chaire, where he is fallely let ;
One that hath euer beene Gods Enemy.
Then if you fight againft Gods Enemy,
God will in iuftice ward you as his Soldiers.
If you do fweare to put a Tyrant downe,
You lleepe in peace, the Tyrant being ilaine ;
If you do fight againft your Countries Foes,
Your Countries Fat lhall pay your paines the hyre.
If you do fight in fafegard of your wiues,
Your wiues ihall welcome home the Conquerors,
If you do free your Children from the Sword,
Your Chiidrens Children quits it in your Age.
Then in the name of God and all thefe rights,
Aduance your Standards, draw your willing Swords.
For me, the ranfome of my bold attempt,
Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face.
But if I thriue, the gaine of my attempt.
The leaft of you lhall Ihare his part thereof-
Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly, and cheerefully,
God, and Saint George, Ricbmondy and Victory.
Enter King RocharRatcUffe^and Catesby,
ÍT.Whatfaid Northumberland as touching Richmond?
Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes.
King. He faid the truth ; and what faid Surrey then?
Rat. He fmilM and faid, the better for our purpofe.
King. He was in the right, and fo indeed it is.
Tell the clocke there.
Giue me a Kalender : Who faw the Sunne to day ?
Rat. Not I my Lord.
King. Then he difdaines to Ihine : for by the Booke
He Ihould haue brau'd the Eaft an houre ago,
A blacke day will it be to fomebody. Ratcliffe.
Rat. My Lord.
King. The Sun will not be feene to day.
The sky doth frowne, and lowre vpon our Army.
I would thefe dewy teares were from the ground.
Not Ihine to day? Why, what is that to me
More then to Richmond? For the felfe-fame Heauen
That frownes on me, lookes fadly vpon him.
Enter Norfclf^e.
Nor. Arme,arme,my Lord : the foe vaunts in the field.
King. Come, buftle, buftle. Caparifon my horfe.
Call vp Lord Stanley, bid him bring his power,
I will leade forth my Soldiers to the plaine.
And thus my Battell Ihal be ordred.
My Foreward lhall be drawne in length,
Confifting equally of Horfe and Foot:
Our Archers lhall be placed in the mid'ft ;
lohn Duke of Norfolke, Thoma¿ Earle of Surrey,
Shall haue the leading of the Foot and Horfe.
They thus direifed, we will fllow
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In the maine Battell, whofe puilfance on either fide
Shall be well-winged with our cheefeft Horfe :
This, and Saint George to boote.
What think'ft thou Norfolke.
Nor^ A good direction warlike Soueraigne,
This found I on my Tent this Morning.
locl^ey of NorfoD^e, he not fo hold,
For Dicl^pn thy rnaißer ù bought and fold.
.King. A thing deuifed by the Enemy.
Go Gentlemen, euery man to his Charge,
Let not our babling Dreames affright our foules:
For Confcience is a word that Cowards vfe,
DeuisM atfirft to keepe the ftrong in awe,
Our ftrong armes be our Confcience, Swords our Law.
March on, ioyne brauely, let vs too't pell mell,
If not to heauen, then hand in hand to Hell. '
What lhall I fay more then I haue inferred?
Remember whom you are to cope withall,
A fort of Vagabonds, Rafcals,and Run-awayes,
A fcum of Brittaines,and bafe Lackey Pezants,
Whom their o're-cloyed Country vomits forth
To defperate Aduentures,and alTurM Deftruélion.
You fteeping fafe, they bring you to vnreft :
You hauing Lands, and bleft with beauteous wiues,
They would reftraine the one, diftaine the other.
And who doth leade them, but a paltry Fellow ?
Long kept in Britaine at our Mothers coft,
A Milke-fop, one that neuer in his life
Felt fo much cold, as ouer ihooes in Snow :
Let's whip thefe ftraglers o're the Seas againe,
Lalh hence thefe ouer-weening Ragges of France,
Thefe familh'd Baggers, weary of their Hues,
Who (but for dreaming on this fond exploit)
For want of meanes (poore Rats) had hang'd themfelues.
I f we be conquered, let men conquer vs.
And not thefe baftard Britaines, whom our Fathers
Haue in their owne Land beaten, bobb'd,and thump'd,
And on Record, left them the heires of lhame.
Shall thefe enioy our Lands? lye with our Wiues ?
Rauilh our daughters.? Drum afarre off
Hearke, I heare their Drumm'e,
Right Gentlemen of England, fight boldly yeomen.
Draw Archers draw your Arrowes to the head,
Spurre your proud Hörles hard,and ride in blood,
Amaze the welkin with your broken ftaues*
Enter a Meffenger.
What fayes Lord Stanley,w'ú\ he bring his power?
Mef. My Lord, he doth deny to come.
King. Oft' with his fonne Georges head.
Nor. My Lord,the Enemy is paft the Marih :
After the battaile, let George Stanley dye.
King. A thoufand hearts are great within my bofom.
Aduance our Standards, fet vpon our Foes,
Our Ancient word of Courage, faire S.George
Infpire vs with the fpleene of fiery Dragons :
Vpon them, Vidlorie fits on our helpes.
Alarum,excurßons. Enter Cattshy.
Cat, Refcue my Lord of Norfolke,
Refcue, Refcue :
The King ena£fs more wonders then a man,
Daring an oppôfite to euery danger :
His horfe is Ilaine, and all on foot he fights.
Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death :
Refcue faire Lord,or elfe the day is loft.
Alarums. t 2 Enter
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Enter Richard.
Rich. A Horfe, a Horfe, my Kingdome for a Horfe.
Cafes. Withdraw my Lord, lie helpe you to a Horfe
Rich. Slaue, I haue fet my life vpon a caft,
And I will ftand the hazard of the Dye :
I thinke there be fixe Richmonds in the field,
Fiue haue I fiaine to day, in ftead of him.
A Horfe, a Horfe, my Kingdome for a Horfe.
ailatum, Snter Richard and Richmond, they fight, Richard
Ü fiaine.
Retreat,and Flouriß. Enter Richmond, Derby bearing the
Crcnene, rpith diuers other Lords.
Richm. God, and your Armes
Be prais'd Viftorious Friends ;
The day is ours, the bloudy Dogge is dead.
Der. Couragious Richmond,
Well haft thou acquit thee : Loe,
Heere thefe long vfurped Royalties,
From the dead Temples of this bloudy Wretch,
Haue I pluck'd off, to grace thy Browes withall.
Weare it,and make muchofit.
Richm. Great God of Heauen, fay Amen to all;
But tell me, is yong George Stanley liuing ?
Der. He is my Lord, and fafe in Leicefter Towne,
Whither (if you pleafe) we may withdraw vs.
Richm. What men of name are fiaine on either fide?
Der. lohn Duke of Norfolke, PTalter Lord Ferris,
Sir Robert Brol^enbury, and Sir William Brandon.
Richm. Interre their Bodies, as become their Births,
Proclaime a pardon to the Soldiers fled.
That in fubmifsion will returne to vs.
And then as we haue tane the Sacrament,
We will vnite the White Rofe,and the Red.
Smile Heauen vpon this faire Coniunftion,
That long haue frown'd vpon their Enmity :
What Traitor heares me, and fayes not Amen?
England hath long beene mad, and fcarr'd her felfe j
The Brother blindely Ihed the Brothers blood ;
The Father, rafhly fiaughtered his owne Sonnej
The Sonne compell'd, beene Butcher to the Sire ;
All this diuided Yorke and Lancafter,
Diuided, in their dire Diuifion.
O now, let Rfihmond and Elizabeth,
The true Succeeders of each Royall Houfe,
By Gods faire ordinance, conioyne together .*
And let thy Heires (God if thy will be fo)
Enrich the time to come, with Smooth-fac'd Peace,
With fmiling Plenty, and faire Profperous dayes.
Abate the edge of Traitors, Gracious Lord,
That would reduce thefe bloudy dayes againe.
And make poore England weepe in Streames of Blood ;
Let them not liue to tafte this Lands increafe.
That would with Treafon, wound this faire Lands peace.
Now Ciuill wounds are ftopp'd. Peace liues agen ;
That Ihe may long liue heere, God fay. Amen. Exeunt
FINIS.
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King HENRY the Eight.
THE T%OLOgVS.
lis ntake you läugh^ Things nciVy
Sr beare a Weighty y and a Serioui Brow y
^^Sadyhtghy and working y full of State and Woe i
Such Noble Sccenesy ae draw the Eye to fiow
We now prefent. Thofe that can Pittyyheere
May (if tb^ t hinke it well J let fall a Tearcy
The Subieêi will deferue it. Such as giue
Their Money out of hope they may beleeuey
May beere finde Truth too, Thoje that come to fee
Onely a jhow or twoy and fo a grecy
The Play may paffe : If they be fiilly and willingy
lie undertake may fee away their fh'illing
Richly in two Jhort heures. Onely they
That come to heare a Merry y Bawdy Playy
A noyfe of Targets : Or to fee a Fellow
In a long Motley Coatey^arded with TTellcWy
Will be deceyu*d. For gentle HearerSy know
To ranke our chofen Truth with fuch a fhow
As Foolcy and Fight is y befide forfeyting
Our owne BraineSy and the Opinion that we bring
To make that onely truey we now intendy
Will leaue njs neuer an vnderfianding Friend.
ThereforCy for Goodnejfe fakey and as you are knowne
The Firfi and Happieñ Hearers of the Towncy
Be fady eu we would make ye, Thinkeye fee
The very Perfons of our Noble Storyy
As they were Liuing : Thinke you fee them Greaty
And followed with the generali throngyand fweat
Of thoufand Friends : Then., in a momenty fee
How foone this Mightinejfcy meets Mifery :
And if you can be merry then. He fayy
A Man may weepe vpon hü Wedding day.
zAdlus Primus. Scœna Prima.
Enter the Du\e of Norfolhy at one doore. At the othery
the Dul^e ofBuckjnghamy and the Lord
Aburgauenny.
Buckingham.
Ood morrow,and well met. How haue ye done
Since laft we faw in France f
Ï thanke your Grace :
<»öiö3U Healthfull, and euer fince a freih Admirer
Of what I faw there.
^uc/^. An vntimely Ague
Staid me a Prifoner in my Chamber, when
Thofe Sunnes of Glory, thofe two Lights of Men
Met in the vale of Andren.
Nor. *Twixt Guynes and Arde,
I was then prefent, faw them falute on Horfebacke,
Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
In their £mbracement,as they grew together,
Which had they,
What foure Thron'd ones could haue weighed
Such a compounded one ?
Bucl^. All the whole time
I was my Chambers Prifoner.
Nor. Then you loft
The view of earthly glcry : Men might fay
Till this time Pompe was fingle, but now married
To one aboue it felfe. Each following day
Became the next dayes mafter, till the laft
Made former Wonders, itV To day the French,
All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods
Shone downe the Engliih ; and to morrow, they
Made Britaine, India : Euery man that ftood,
Shew'd like a Mine. Their Dwarfiih Pages were
As Chérubins, all gilt î the Madams too, *
Not vs'd to toyle, did almoft fweat to beare
The Pride vpon them, that their very labour
Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Maske
Was cryMe incompareable jand th^enfuing night
Made it a Foole,and Begger, The two Kings
Equall in luftre, were now beft, now worft
As prefence did prefent them : Him in eye,
Still him in praife, and being prefent both,
'Twas faid they faw but one, and no Difcerner
Dürft wagge his Tongue in cenfure, when thefe Sunnes
(For fo they phrafe^em) by their Heralds challeng'd
The Noble Spirits to Armes, they did performe
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®eyond thoughts CompaiTe, that former fabulous Storie
Being now feene, polTible enough, got credit
That '^euis was beleeuM.
^uc. Oh you go farre.
Nor, As I belong to worihip,and aíFedt
In Honor, Honefty, the traft of eu*ry thing,
Would by a good Difcourfer loofe fome life,
Which Aftions felfe,was tongue too»
All was Royall,
To the difpofing of it nought rebellM,
Order gaue each thing view. The Office did
Diftinftly his full Funftion : who did guide,
I meane who fet the Body, and the Limbes
Of this great Sport together?
Nor. As you gueíTe:
One certes, that promifes no Element
In fuch a bufineíTe.
Buc. I pray you who, my Lord f
Nor. All this was ordred by the good Difcretion
Of the right Reuerend Cardinall of Yorke.
Buc. The diuell fpeed him : No mans Pye is freed
From his Ambitious finger. What had he
To do in thefe fierce Vanities f I wonder,
That fuch a Keech can with his very bulke
Take vp the Rayes o^th'beneficiall Sun,
And keepe it from the Earth.
Nor. Surely Sir,
There's in him fiuffe, that put's him to thefe ends :
For being not propt by Aunceftry, whofe grace
Chalkes SuccelTors their way ; nor call'd vpon
For high feats done to'th'Crowne j neither Allied
To eminent Affiftantsj but Spider-like
Out of his Selfe-drawing Web. O giues vs note,
The force of his owne merit makes his way
A guift that heauen giues for him, which buyes
A place next to the King.
tAbur. I cannot tell
What Heauen hath giuen him : let fome Grauer eye
Pierce into that, but I can fee his Pride
Peepe through each part of him : whence ha's he that,
If not from Hell ? The Diuell is a Niggard,
Or ha's giuen all before, and he begins
A new Hell in himfelfe.
'Buc. Why the Diuell,
Vpon this French going out, tooke he vpon him
( Without the priuity o'th'King) t'appoint
Who ihould attend on himi He makes vp the File
Of all the Gentry; for the moft part fuch
To whom as great a Charge, as little Honor
He meant to lay vpon : and his owne Letter
The Honourable Boord of Councell, out
Muft fetch him in, he Papers.
Abur. I do know
Kinfmen of mine, three at the leaft, that haue
By this, fo ficken'd their Eilates, that neuer
They fhall abound as formerly.
Buc. O many
Haue broke their backes with laying Mannors on 'em
For this great lourney. What did this vanity
But minifter communication of
A moft poore iifue.
Nor. Greeuingly I thinke.
The Peace betweene the French and vs, not valewes
The Coft that did conclude it.
Buc. Euery man,
After the hideous ftorme that follow'd, was
A thing Infpir'd, and not confulting, broke
Into a generali Prophefie; That this Tempeft
Dalhing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded
The fodaine breach on't.
Nor. Which is budded out.
For France hath flaw'd the League,and hath attach'd
Our Merchants goods at Burdeux.
Abur. Is it therefore
Th'Ambaifador is filenc'd ?
Nor. Marry is't.
Abur. A proper Title of a Peace, and purchas'd
At a fuperfluous rate.
Buc. Why all this BufineíTe
Our Reuerend Cardinall carried.
Nor. Like it your Grace,
The State takes notice of the priuate difference
Betwixt you, and the Cardinall. I aduife you
(And take it from a heart, that wÜhes towards you
Honor, and plenteous fafety) that you reade
The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency
Together; To confider further, that
What his high Hatred would efteft, wants not
A Minifter in his Power. You know his Nature,
That he's Reuengefull ; and I know, his Sword
Hath a iharpe edge : It's long, and't may be faide
It reaches farre, and where 'twill not extend.
Thither he darts it. Bofome vp my counfell,
You'l finde it wholefome. Loe, where comes that Rock
That I adulce your fhunning.
Bnter Cardinall Wolfey^ the Purje borne before him^ certaine
of the Guardy and tvo Secretaries ivith Papers : The
Cardinal! in his paJfagCy fxeth bis eye on BucJiy
hantyand Buckingham on himy
both full of difdaine.
C^r. The Duke of Buckjnghams Surueyor? Ha ?
Where's his Examination?
Seer. Heere fo pleafe you.
C'r. Is he in perfon, ready f
Seer. I, pleafe your Grace.
Car. Well, we ihall then know more,& Buckjngham
Shall leflen this bigge looke.
Sxeunt Cardinally and hù Traîne.
Buc. This Butchers Curre is venom'd'mouth'd, and I
Haue not the power to muzzle him, therefore beft
Not wake him in his (lumber. A Beggers booke,
Out-worths a Nobles blood.
Nor. What are you chaff'd ?
Aske God for Temp'ranee, that's th'appliance onely
Which your difeafe requires.
Buc. I read in's looks
Matter againft me, and his eye reuil'd
Me as his abieft obieft, at this inftant
He bores me with fome tricke ; He's gone to'th'King ;
He follow,and out-ftare him.
Nor. Stay my Lord,
And let yourReafon with your Choller queftion
What 'tis you go about : to climbe fteepe hilles
Requires flow pace at firft. Anger is like
A full hot Horfe, who being allow'd his way
Selfe-mettle tyres him : Not a man in England
Can aduife me like you : Be to your felfe.
As you would to your Friend.
Buc. He to the King,
And from a mouth of Honor, quite cry downe
This 1
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This Ipjrpîcb fellowes infolence; or proclame,
There's difference in no perfons.
Norf. Be aduif'd;
Heat not a Furnace for your foe fo hot
That it do findge your felfe. We may out-runne
By violent fwiftnelTe that which we run atj
And lofe by ouer-running : know you not,
The fire that mounts the liquor til't run ore,
In feeming to augment it, wafts it: be aduif'dj
I fay againe there is no Englifti Soule
More ftronger to direil you then your felfe j
If with the fap ofreafon you would quench,
Or but allay the fire of paftion.
Sir,
1 am thankfull to you, and Ilegoe along
By your prefcription : but this top-proud fellow.
Whom from the flow of gall I name not, but
From fincere motions, by Intelligence,
And proofes as cleere as Founts in Inly y when
Wee fee each graine of grauellj I doe know
To be corrupt and treafonous.
Norf Say not treafonous.
^ucJ^.To th'King He fay't, & make my vouch as ftrong
As Ihore of Rocke: attend. This holy Foxe,
Or Wolfe, or both (for he is equall rau'nous
As he is fubtile, and as prone to mifchiefe,
As able to perform't) his minde, and place
Infedling one another, yea reciprocally,
Only to Ihew his pompe, as well in France,
As here at home,fuggefts the King our Mafter
To this laft coftly Treaty: Th'enteruiew,
That fwallowed fo much treafure, and like a glaffe
Did breakc ith'wrenching.
Norf Faith, and fo it did.
5«r-^.Pray giue me fauour Sir: This cunning Cardinall
The Articles o'th'Combination drew
As himfelfe pleas'djand they were ratified
As he cride thus let be, to as much end.
As giue a Crutch to th'dead. But our Count-Cardinall
Has done this, and tis well: for worthy Vi^olfey
(Who cannot erre) he did it. Now this followes,
(Which as I take it, is a kinde of Puppie
To th'old dam Treafon) Charki the Emperour,
Vnder pretence to fee the Queene his Aunt,
(For twas indeed his colour, but he came
To whifper Woljeyytïtxt makes vifitation,
His feares were that the Interview betwixt
England and France, might through their amity
Breed him fome preiudice; for from this League,
Peep'd harmes thatmenac'd him. Priuily
Deales with our Cardinal, and as 1 troa
Which I doe wellj for I am fure the Emperour
Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his Suit was granted
Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made
And pau'd with gold : the Emperor thus defir'd,
Tha: he would pleafe to alter the Kings courfe.
And breake the forefaid peace.- Let the King know
(As foone he /hall by me) that thus the Cardinall
Does buy and fell his Honour as he pleafes.
And for his owne aduantage.
Norf I am forry
To heare this of him; and could wilh he were
Somthing miftaken in't.
No, not a fiUable:
I doe pronounce him in that very lhape
He ihall appeare in proofe.
Enter Brandon, a Sergeant at tArmes before hiniy and
two or tbeee of the Guard.
Brandon. Your Office Sergeant: execute it.
Sergeant. Sir,
My Lord the Duke ofBuc^inghantyznd Earle
Of Hertford, Stafford and Northamptony I
Arreft thee of High Treafon, in the name
Of our moft Soueraigne King.
Lo you my Lord,
The net has falne vpon me, I ihall peri/h
Vnder deuice, and praftife:
Bran. I am forry,
To fee you tane from liberty, to looke on
The bufines prefent. Tis his Highnes pleafure
You ihall to th'Tower.
Buc^. It will heipe me nothing
To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me
Which makes my whit'ft part,black. The will of Heau'n
Be done in this and all things: 1 obey.
0 my Lord Aburgany : Fare you well.
Bran. Nay , he muft beare you company. The King
Is pleas'd you ihall to th'Tower, till you know
How he determines further.
Abur. As the Duke faid,
The will of Heauen be done, and the Kings pleafure
By me obey'd.
'Bran. Here is a warrant from
The King,t'attach Lord Mountacute, and the Bodies
Of the Dukes Confeifor, lohn de la Car y
One Gilbert Pecl^eyhis Councellour.
Bucli* So, fo;
Thefe are the limbs o'th'Plot: no more I hope.
Bra. A Monke o\W Chartreux.
Buc^i O Michaeli Hopi^ns^
Bra. He.
Buck^. My Surueyor is fake : The ore-great Cardinall
Hath ihew'd him gold; my life is fpand already:
1 am the ihadow of poore Buckingham,
Whofe Figure euen .this inftant Clowd puts on,
By Darkning my cleere Sunne.My Lords farewell. Exe.
Seena Secunda.
Cornets. Enter King Henry y leaning on the Cardinals fhoul-
der y the Nobles, and Sir Thomoá Louell: the Cardinall
places himjelfe •vnder the Kings feete on
bis right ßde.
King. My life it felfe, and the beft heart of it,
Thankes you for this great care: I ftood i'th' leuell
Of a full-charg'd confederacie, and giue thankes
To you that choak'd it. Let be cald before vs
That Gentleman of Buckjngbams, in perfon.
He heare him his confe/Tions iuftifie.
And point by point the Treafons of his Maifter,
He ihall againe relate.
A noyfe within crying roome for the Queene, •vffer^d by the
Biuke of Norfolke. Enter the Queene, Norfolke and
Snffblke:ß>e kpeels. King rijeth from his State,
takys her *vp, kiffes and placeth
her by him.
Queen. Nay, we muft longer kneele;I am a Suitor.
King. Arife,and take place by vs; hälfe your Suit
Neuer name to vs; you haue hälfe our power :
The
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The other moity ere you aske is giuen,
Repeat your will,and take it.
S^ueen. Thanke your Maiefty
That you would loue your felfe,and in that loue
Not vnconfidered leaue your Honour, nor
The dignity of your Officej is the poynt
Of my Petition.
Kin. Lady mine proceed*
Siueen. I am folicited not by a few.
And thofe of true condition; That your Suhieils
Are in great grieuance: There haue beene Commiillons
Sent downe among 'em, which hath flaw'd the heart
Of all their Loyalties; wherein, although
My good Lord Cardinall, they vent reproches
Moft bitterly on you,as putter on
Of thefe exafllons: yet the King, our Mailler (not
Whofe Honor Heauen Ihield from foile;euen he efcapes
Language vnmannerly ;yea,fuch which breakes
The fides of loyalty,and almoft appeares
In lowd Rebellion.
Norf, Not almoft appeares.
It doth appeare; for, vpon thefe Taxations,
The Clothiers all not able to maintaine
The many to them longing, haue put off
The Spinfters, Carders, Fullers, Weauers, who
Vnfit for other life, compeld by hunger
And lack of other meanes, in defperate manner
Daring th'euent too th'teeth,are all in vprore.
And danger femes among them.
Kin. Taxation?
Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinall,
You that are blam'd for it alike with vs.
Know you of this Taxation?
Card. Pleafe you Sir,
I know but of a fingle part in ought
Pertaines to th'State; and front but in that File
Where others tell fteps with me.
Queen. No, my Lord ? «
You know no more then others? But you frame
Things that are knowne alike, which are not wholfome
To thofe which would not know them, and yet muft
Perforce be their acquaintance. Thefe exaflions
(Whereof my Soueraigne would haue note) they are
Moft peftilent to th'hearing,and to beare 'em.
The Backe is Sacrifice to th'load ; They fay
They are deuis'd by you, er elfe you fuffer
Too hard an exclamation.
Kin. Still £xa£lion:
The nature of it, in what kinde let's know.
Is this Exaflion?
Queen. I am much too venturous
In tempting of your patience, but am boldned
Vnder your promis'd pardon. The Subiefls griefe
Comes through Commiffions, which compels from each
The fixt part of his Subftance,to be leuied
Without delay; and the pretence for this
Is nam'd,your warres in France: this makes bold mouths.
Tongues fpit their duties out, and cold hearts freeze
Allégeance in them ; their curfes now
Line where their prayers did: and it's come to pafle,
This tradable obedience is a Slaue
To each incenfed Will: I would your Highnefle
Would giue it quicke confideration; for
There is no primer bafeneffe.
Kin. By my life.
This is againft our pleafure .
Card. And for me,
I haue no further gone in this, then by
A fingle voice, and that not paft me, but
By learned approbation of the lodges: If I am
Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues, which neither know
My faculties nor perfon,yet will be
The Chronicles of my doing : Let me fay,
'Tis but the fate of Place,and the rough Brake
That Vertue muft goe through : we muft not Hint
Our necelTary adions, in the feare
To cope malicious Cenfurers, which euer,
As rau'nous Fifties doe a Veflell follow
That is new trim'd ; but benefit no further
Then vainly longing. What we oft doe beft.
By ficke Interpreters (once weake ones) is
Not ours,or not allow'd; what worft,as oft
Hitting a grofTer quality, is cride vp
For our beft Ad : if we fhall ftand ftill.
In feare our motion will be mock'd,or carp'd at,
We fhould take roote here, where we fit;
Or fit State- Statues onely.
Kin. Things done well.
And with a care, exempt themfelues from feare :
Things done without example, in their iffue
Are to be fear'd. Haue you a Prefident
Of this CommifTion? I beleeue,not any.
We muft not rend our Suuieds from our Lawes,
And flicke them in our Will. Sixt part of each ?
A trembling Contribution ; why we take
From eueryTree,lop, barke,and part o'th' Timber:
And though we leaue it with a roote thus hackt,
The Ayre will drinke the Sap, To euery County
Where this is queftion'd, fend our Letters, with
Free pardon to each man that hasdeny'de
The force of this Commiftion: pray looke too't;
I put it to your care.
Card. A word with you.
Let there be Letters writ to euery Shire,
Of the Kings grace and pardon : the greeued Commons
Hardly conceiue of me. Let it be nois'd.
That through our Interceffion, this Reuokement
And pardon comes : I fhall anon aduife you
Further in the proceeding. £xit Secret.
Enter Surueyor.
Queen. I am forry, that the Duke ofBucI^ingham
Is run in your difpleafure.
Kin. It grieues many ;
The Gentleman is Learn'd,and a moft rare Speaker,
To Nature none more bound ; his trayning fuch,
That he may furnifh and inftrud great Teachers,
And neuer feefce for ayd out of himfelfe : yet fee,
When thefe fo Noble benefits fhall proue
Not well difpos'd, the minde growing once corrupt,
They turne to vicious formes, ten times more vgly
Then euer they were faire. This man fo compleat.
Who was enrold 'mongft wonders; and when we
Almoft with rauifh'd liftning,could not finde
His houre of fpeech,a minute: He, (my Lady)
Hath into monftrous habits put the Graces
That once were his,and is become as blacke.
As if befmear'd in hell. Sit by Vs,you fhall heare
(This was his Gentleman in trull) of him
'Things to ftrike Honour fad. Bid him recount
The fore-recited praélifes, whereof
We cannot feele too little, heare too much.
Card.
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Card. Stand forth, & with bold ipirit relate what you
Moft like a carefull Subie^l haue collected
Out of the Duke of fBucgingham.
Kin, Speake freely.
Sur, Firft, it was vfuall with him j euery day
It would infeit his Speech: That if the King
Should without iíTue dyej hee*l carry it fo
To make the Scepter his. Thefe very words
Tue heard him vtter to his Sonne in Law,
Lord Aburgary^ to whom by oth he menaced
Reuenge vpon the Cardinall.
Card. PJeafe your Highneife note
This dangerous conception in this point,
Notfrended by hiswiih to your High perfonç
His will is moil malignant,and it Rretches
Beyond you to your friends.
¿lueen. My learn'd Lord Cardinally
Deliuer all with Charity.
Kin. Speake on ;
How grounded hee his Title to the Crowne
Vpon our faile; to this poynt hail thou heard him,
At any time fpeake ought?
Sur, He was brought to this.
By a vaine Prophefie of Nicholas Henton,
Kin, What was that Henton^
Sur. Sir, a Chartreux Fryer,
His Confeflbrjwho fed him euery minute
With words of Soueraignty.
Kin. How know*il thou this?
Sur. Not long before your HigneiTe fped to France,
The Duke being at the Rofe, within the Parifli
Saint Laurence Poultney^ did of me demand
What was the fpeech among the Londoners,
Concerning the French lourney. I replide,
Men feare the French would proue perhdious
To the Kings danger : prefently, the Duke
Said,*twas the feare indeed, and that he doubted
'Twould proue the verity of certaine words
Spoke by a holy Monke, that oft, fayeshe.
Hath fent to me, wi(hing me to permit
John de la Car y my Chaplaine, a choyce howre
To heare from him a matter cf fome moment:
Whom after vnder the Commilîions Seale,
He follemnly had fworne, that what he fpoke
My Chaplaine to no Creature liuingjbut
To me, Ihould vtter, with demure Confidence,
This paufingly enfu'dej neither the King, nor's Heyres
(Tell you the Duke) lhall profper, bid him llriue
To the loue o'ch^Commonalty, the Duke
Shall gouerne England.
Queen. If I know you well.
You were the Dukes Surueyor,and loll your Office
On the complaint o'th' Tenantsj take good heed
You charge not in your fpleene a Noble perfon,
And fpoyle your nobler Soulej I fay,take heedj
Yes,heartily befeech you.
Kin. Let him on ; Gee forward.
Sur, On my Soule, lie fpeake but truth«
I told my Lord the Duke, by th'Diuels illufions
The Monke might be deceiuM, and that 'twas dangerous
For this to ruminate on this fo farre, vntill
It forg'd him fome defigne, which being beleeu'd
It was much like to doe: Heanfwer'd,Tulh,
It can doe me no damage; adding further,
That had the King in his lall Sicknefie faild,
The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads
Should haue gone off.
Kin. Ha? What,fo rancke? Ah,ha,
There's mifchiefe in this man; canil thou fay further?
Sur. I can my Liedge«
Kin. Proceed.
Sur. Being at Greenxoichy
After your Highnefle had reprou'd the Duke
About Sir William Plumer, (uant.
Kin. I remember of fuch a time, being my fworn fer-
The Duke retein'd him his. But on: what hence?
Sur, If (quoth he) I for this had beene committed,
As to the Tower, I thought; I would haue plaid
The Part my Father meant to ail vpon
Th'Vfurper RicbardyV/ho being at Sahburyy
Made fuit to come in's prefence;whicb if granted,
(As he made femblance of his duty) would
Haue put his knife into him.
Kin. A Gyatit Traytor.
Cí/ríf. Now Madam, may his Highnes Hue in freedome,
And this man out of Prilon.
êlueen, God mend all. (fay'll ?
Kin, Ther's fomthing more would out of thee; what
Sur, After the Duke his Father, with the knife
He llretch'd him,and with one hand on his dagger,
Another fpread on's bread, mounting his eyes.
He did difcharge a horrible Oath,whore tenor
Was, were he euill vs'd,he would outgoe
His Father, by as much as a performance
Do's an irrefolute purpofe.
Kin. There's his period,
To Iheath his knife in vs ; he is attach'd,
Call him to prefent tryall : if he may
Finde mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none,
Let him not feek't of vs : By day and night
Hee's Traytor to th' height. Exeunt.
Scana Tertia.
Enter L. ChamberJaine^ and L. Sandys,
L. Cb. Is't poffible the fpels of France Ihould iuggle
Men into fuch llrange myfterics ?
L.San. New cullomes,
Though they be neuer fo ridiculous,
(Nay let 'em be vnmanly) yet are follow'd.
L. Cb. As farre as I fee,all the good our Englilh
Haue got by the late Voyage, is but meerely
A fit or two o'th'face, (but they are iKrewd ones)
For when they hold *em, you would fweare direélly
Their very nofes had been Councellours
To Pepin or C/fi-bôWMi, they keepe State fo.
L. San, They haue all new legs.
And lame ones ; one would take it.
That neuer fee 'em pace before, the Spauen
A Spring-halt rain'd among 'em.
L. Cb. Death my Lord,
Their cloathes are after fuch a Pagan cut too't.
That fare th'haue worne out Ch iilendome:how now?
What neweSjSir Thomas Louelll
Enter Sir Thomas Louell.
Louell. Faith my Lord,
I heare of none but the new Proclamation,
That's clapt vpon the Court Gate.
L. Cham.
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L. Cham. What is't for?
Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants,
That fill the Court with quarrels, tallce,and Taylors.
L. Cham. I'm glad 'tis there;
Now I would pray our Monfieurs
To thinke an Englilh Courtier may be wife.
And neuer fee the Louure.
Low. They muft either
(For fo run the Conditions) leaue thofe remnants
Of Foole and Feather, that they got in France,
With all their honourable points of ignorance
Pertaining thereunto; as Fights and Fire-workes,
Abufing better men then they can be
Out of a forreigne wife dome, renouncing cleane
The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings,
Short bliftred Breeches, and thofe types of Trauell;
And vnderftand againe like honeft men,
Or pack to their old Playfellowes; there, I take it.
They may Cum PruiiUgio, wee away
The lag end of their lewdne(re,and be laugh'd at.
L.San. Tis time to giue 'em Phyficke, their difeafes
Are growne fo catching.
L. Cham What a lofle our Ladies
Will haue of thefe trim vanities?
Louell. I marry.
There will be woe indeed Lords, the flye whorfons
Haue got a fpeeding tricke to lay downe Ladies.
A French Song,and a Fiddle, ha'snoFellow.
L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em,
I am glad they are going,
For fure there's no conuerting of'em: now
An honeft Country Lord as I am, beaten
A long time out of play, may bring his plaine fong.
And haue an houre of hearing,and by'r Lady
Held currant Muficke too.
L. Cham. Well faid Lord Sandsj
Your Colts tooth is not call yet?
L.San. No my Lord,
Nor lhall not while I haue a ftumpe.
L. Cham. Sir Thoma¿,
Whither were you a going?
Lou. To the Cardinals ;
Your Lordlhip is a gueft too.
L. Cham. 0,'tis true;
This night he makes a Supper,and a great one.
To many Lords and Ladies ; there will be
The Beauty of this Kingdome He alTure you.
Lou. That Churchman
Beares a bounteous minde indeed,
A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs.
His dewes fall euery where.
L. Cham. No doubt hee's Noble ;
He had a blacke mouth that faid other of him.
L. San. He may my Lord,
Ha's wherewithall in him ;
Sparing would Ihew a worfe finne,then ill Doftrlne,
Men of his way, ihould be mod Uberall,
They are fet beere for examples.
L. Cham. True, they are fo;
But few now giue fo great ones:
My Barge ftayes ;
Your Lordlhip lhall along : Come, good Sir Thomoâ,
We lhall be late elfe, which I would not be.
For I was fpoke to, with Sir Henry Guilford
This night to be Comptrollers.
L.San. I am your Lordlhips. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Hobotei, A ¡malí Table 'vnder a State for the Cardinally a
longer Table for the Gueßs. Then Enter tAnne Bulleny
and diuers other LadieSyÓ* Gentlemenyat Queßs
at one T)oore j at an other Doore enter
Sir Henry Guilford,
S. Hen.Guilf Ladyes,
A general! welcome from his Grace
Salutes ye allj This Night he dedicates
To faire content, and you ; None hecre he hopes
In all this Noble Beuy, has brought with her
One care abroad : hee would haue all as merry:
As firft, good Company, good wine, good welcome,
Can make good people.
Enter L„ Chamberlaine L* Sandsyond LouelL
0 my Lord, y'are tardy ;
The very thought of this faire Company,
Clapt wings to me.
Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford,
San. Sir Thomas Louelly had the Cardinall
But hälfe my Lay-thoughts in him, fome of thefe
Should finde a running Banket, ere they refted,
1 thinke would better pleafe *em : by my life.
They are a fweet fociety of faire ones.
Lou. O that your Lordihip were but now ConfeíTor,
To one or two of thefe.
San, I would I were.
They ihould finde eafie pennance*
Lou, Faith how eafie ?
San. As eafie as a downe bed would aifoord it.
Cham. Sweet Ladies will it pleafe you fitj Sir Harry
Place you that fide. He take the charge of this:
His Grace is entring. Nay,you muft not freeze,
Two women plac'd together, makes cold weather:
My Lord Sandsyyoxx are one will keepe 'em waking:
Pray fit betweene thefe Ladies.
San. By my faith,
And thanke your Lordihip : by your leaue fweet Ladies,
If I chance to talke a little wilde,forgiue me:
I had it from my Father.
An.^ul. Was he mad Sir?
San. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in loue too;
But he would bite none, iuft as I doe now.
He would Kifie you Twenty with a breath«
Cham. Well faid my Lord :
So now y'are fairely feated : Gntlemen,
The pennancelyes on you; if thefe faire Ladies
Pafle away frowning.
San. For my little Cure,
Let me alone.
Hoboyes. Enter Cardinall JVolfeyy and tal^s hü State.
Card Y'are weKome my faire Guefts;that noble Lady
Or Gentleman that is not freely merry
Is not my Friend. This to confirme my welcome.
And to you all good health.
San. Your Grace is Noble,
Let me haue fuch a Bowie may hold my thankes.
And faue me fo much talking.
Card, My Lord Sandsy
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I am beholding to you : chcere your neighbours :
Ladies you are not merry j Gentlemen,
Whofe fault is this?
San. The red wine firft muft rife
In their feire cheekes my Lord, then wee ihall haue *em,
Talke vs to filence.
You are a merry Gamfter
My Lord Sands.
San. Yes, if I make my play :
Heer's to your Ladifhip, and pledge it Madam:
For tis to iuch a thing.
An.fB. You cannot ihew me.
Drum and Trumpet, Chambers difchargd.
San. I told your Grace, they would talke anon.
Card. What's that?
Cham. Looke out there, fome of ye.
Card. What warlike voyce,
And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, feare not;
By all the lawes of Warre y'are priuiledg'd.
Enter a Seruant.
Qham. How now, what is't?
Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers,
For fo they feeme ; th'haue left their Barge and landed.
And hither make, as great Lmbaííadors
From forraigpe Princes.
Card. Good Lord Chamberlaine,
Go,g'tue'em welcomejyou can fpeake the French tongue
And pray receiue 'em Nobly, and conduâ 'em
Into our prefence, where this heauen of beauty
Shall ihine at full vpon them. Some attend him.
All rife, and Tables remoWd.
You haue now a broken Banket, but wee'l mend it.
A good digeilion to you all ; and once more
I ihowre a welcome on yee : welcome all.
Hohcyes. Enter King and others as Mashyrs, habited lil^e
Shepheards, 'vß>er'*d by the Lord Chamberlaine. They
pajfe direBly before the Cardinall, and gracefully fa-
lute him.
A noble Company j what are their pleafures ?
Cham. Becaufe they fpeak no £nglifh,thus they praid
To tell your Grace : That hauing heard by fame
Of this ib Noble and fo faire aíTembly,
This night to meet heere they could doe no leiTe,
(Out of the great refpedl they beare to beauty)
But leaue their Blockes, and vnder your faire Conduéb
Craue leaue to view thefe Ladies, and entreat
An hourc of Reuels with 'em.
Qctrd. Say, Lord Chamberlaine,
They haue done my poore houfe grace:
For which I pay'em a thoufand thankes,
And pray'em take their pleafures.
Choofe Ladies, King and An. Bullen.
King. The faireft hand I euer touch'd: O Beauty,
Till now I neuer knew thee.
Mufckp, Dance,
Card. My Lord,
Cham. Your Grace.
Card. Pray tell 'em thus much from me :
There fhould be one amongft'em by his perfon
More worthy this place then my felfe, to whom
(if I but knew him) with my loue aud duty
1 would furrender it. ¡Vhifper,
Cham. I will my Lord.
Card. What fay they/*
Cham. Such a one, they all confeiTe
There is indeed, which they would haue your Grace
Find out, and he will take it.
Card. Let me fee then,
By all your good leaues Gentlemen 5 heere He make
My royall choyce.
Kin. Ye haue found him Cardinall,
You hold a faire AíTembly; you doe well Lord:
You are a Churchman,or lie tell you Cardinall,
I fhould iudge now vnhappily.
Card. I am glad
Your Grace is growne fo pleafant.
Kin. My Lord Chamberlaine,
Prethee come hither, what faire Ladie's that/
Cham, An't pleafe your Grace,
Sir Thomas'Bullens Daughter, the Vifcount %ochford.
One of her Highnefle women.
Kin. By Heauen fhe is a dainty one. Sweet heart,
I were vnmannerly to take you out,
And not to kiíTe you. A health Gentlemen,
Let it goe round.
Card. Sir Thomas Louellf\% the Banket ready
I'th' Priuy Chamber ?
Lou. Yes, my Lord.
Card. Your Grace
I feare, with dancing is a little heated.
Kin. I feare too much.
Card. There's freflier ayre my Lord,
In the next Chamber.
Kin. Lead in your Ladies eu'ry one : Sweet Partner,
I muft not yet forfake you : Let's be merry,
Good my Lord Cardinall : I haue hälfe a dozen healths.
To drinke to thefe faire Ladies,and a meafure
To lead'em once againe,and then let's dreame
Who's beft in fauour. Let the Muficke knock it.
Exeunt xpith Trumpets.
A5lus Secundus. Seena Trima.
Enter ttvo Gentlemen at feuerall Doores,
1. Whether away fo fail?
2. O, God faue ye ;
Eu'n to the Hall, to heare what lhall become
Of the great Duke of Buckingham.
1. He faue you
That labour Sir. All's now done but the Ceremony
Of bringing backe the Prifoner.
2. Were you there?
1. Yes indeed was I.
2. Pray fpeake what ha's happen'd.
r. You may gueíTe quickly what.
2. Is he found guilty ?
1. Yes ti\iely is he,
And condemn'd vpon't.
2. I am forry fort.
1. So are a number more.
2. But pray how pail it?
1. He tell you in a little. The great Duke
Came to the Bar; where, to his accufations
He pleaded ilill not guilty, and alleadged
Many fliarpe reafons to defeat the Law.
The Kings Attorney on the contrary,
Vrg'd on the Examinations, proofes, confeiîîons
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Of diuers witnefles, which the Duke defirM
To him brought viua voce to his face j
At which appeared againft him, his Surueyor
Sir Gilbert Fecke his Chancellour,and lohn Cary
Confeflbr to him, wich that Diuell Monke,
Hop^jnsy that made this mifchiefe.
2. That was hee
That fed him with his Prophecies.
I. The fame,
All thefe accused him ftrongly, which he faine
Would haue flung from himj but indeed he couldnotj
And fo his Peeres vpon this euidence.
Haue found him guilty of high Treaion. Much
He fpoke,and learnedly for life: But all
Was either pittied in him, or forgotten,
2. After all this, how did he beare himfelfe?
1. When he was brought agen to th* Bar, to heare
His Knell rung out, his Judgement, he was flir'd
With fuch an Agony, he fweat extreamly,
And fomthing fpoke in choller, ill,and hafty:
But he fell to himfelfe againe, and fweetly.
In all the reft ihew'd a moft Noble patience.
2. I doe not thinke he feares death.
1. Sure he does not,
He neuer was fo womanilh, the caufe
He may a little grieue at.
2. Certainly,
The Cardinall is the end of this.
I- Tis likely.
By all conieihires : Firft Kildares Attendurej
Then Deputy of Ireland, who remould
Earle Surrey^wz^ fent thither, and in haft too,
Leaft he ihould helpe his Father,
2. That tricke of State
Was a deepe enuious one,
1. At his returne,
No doubt he will requite itj this is noted
(And generally) who euer the King fauours,
The Cardnall inftantly will flnde imployment,
And farre enough from Court too.
2. All the Commons
Hate him pernicioufly,and o' my Confcíence
Wiíh him ten faddom deepe: This Duke as much
They loue and doate on: call him bounteous Bucl^jngham,
The Mirror of all courtefie.
Enter Buckingham from hü Arraignment ^ Tipßaues before
htm, the Axe rrith the edge toveardi himy Halberdi on each
fdcy accompanied reith Sir Thomas Loudly Sir LJicholas
Vauxy Sir Walter Sandsy and common peopUy Ô'c.
1. Stay there Sir,
And fee the noble ruin'd man you fpeake of.
2. Let's ftand clofe and behold him.
^ucj^ All good people.
You that thus farre haue come to pitty me;
Heare what I fay, and then goe home and lofe me.
I haue this day receiu'd a Traitors iudgement.
And by that name muft dye; yet Heauen beare witnes.
And if I haue a Confcience, let it fincke me,
Euen as the Axe falls, if I be not faithfull.
The Law I beare no mallice for my death,
T'has done vpon the premifes,but luftice :
But thofe that fought it, I could wiíh more Chriftians:
(Be what they will) I heartily forgiue 'em;
Yet let 'em looke they glory^not in mifchiefe;
Nor build their euils on the graues of great men ;
For then, my guiltleíTe blood muft cry againft'em.
For further life in this world I ne're hope.
Nor will I fue,although the King haue mercies
More then 1 dare make faults.
You few that lou'd me,
And dare be bold to weepe for Buckjnghamy
His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue
Is only bitter to him, only dying :
Goe with me like good Angels to my end.
And as the long diuorce of Steele fais on me.
Make of your Prayers one fweet Sacrifice,
And lift my Soule to Heauen.
Lead on a Gods name.
Louell. I doe befeech your Grace, for charity
If euer any malice in your heart
Were hid againft me, now to forgiue me frankly.
^ucJ^. Sir Thomas Loudly I as free forgiue you
As I would be forgiuen : I forgiue all.
There cannot be thofe numberleíTe offences
Gainft me, that I cannot take peace with:
No blacke £nuy fhall make my Graue.
Commend mee to his Grace :
And if he fpeake of Bud^ngham'y pray tell him.
You met him hälfe in Heauen: my vowcs and prayers
Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forfake^
Shall cry for bleflings on him. May he liue
Longer then I haue time to tell his yeares ;
Euer belou'd and louing, may his Rule be ;
And when old Time fhall lead him to his end,
Goodnefle and he, fill vp one Monument.
Lou. To th' water fide I muft condu^ your Grace;
Then giue my Charge vp to Sir Nicholas iJauXy
Who vndertakes you to your end.
Vaux. Prepare there.
The Duke is comming : See the Barge be ready;
And fit it with fuch furniture as fuites
The Greatneffe of his Perfon.
Bucl{. Nay, Sir Nicholas y
Let it alone; my State now will but mocke me.
When I came hither, I was Lord High Confiable,
And Duke of TSud^ngham: now,poore Edward Bohun'y
Yet I am richer then my bafe Accufers,
That neuer knew what Truth meant : I now feale it ;
And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for't.
My noble Father Henry of ^uc\inghamy
Who firft rais'd head againft Vfurping Richardy
Flying for fuccour to his Scruznt'Banißery
Being diftreft; was by that wretch betraid.
And without Tryall, fell; Gods peace be with him.
Henry the Seauenth fucceeding, truly pittying
My Fathers lofle; like a moft Royall Prince
Reftor'd me to my Honours : and out of ruines
Made my Name once more Noble. Now his Sonne,
Henry the Eight, Life, Honour, Name and all
That made me happy; at one ftroake ba's taken
For euer from the World. I had my Tryall,
And muft needs fay a Noble one; which makes me
A little happier then my wretched Father :
Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes;both
Fell by our Seruants, by thofe Men we lou'd moft:
A moft vnnaturall and iàithieiTe Seruice,
Heauen ha's an end in all : yet, you that heare me.
This from a dying man receiue as certaine :
Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels,
Be fure you be not loofe ; for thofe you make friends.
And
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And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue
The leaft rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, neuer found againe
But where they meane to ßnke ye : all good people
Pray for me, I muft now forfake ye; the laft houre
Of my long weary life is come vpon me :
Farewell; and when you would fay fomthing that is fad,
Speakehow 1 fell.
I haue done;and God forgiue me.
Exeunt Du^e and Traîne,
1. O, this is full of pitty;Sir,]t cals
I feare, too many curfes on their heads
That were the Authors.
2. If the Duke be guiltlefle,
*Tis full of woe : yet I can giue you Inckling
Of an enfuing euill, if it fall,
Greater then this.
1. Good Angels keepe it from vsî
What may it be? you doe not doubt my faith Sir?
2. This Secret is fo weighty,'twill require
A Urong faith to conceale it.
1: Let me haue it :
1 doe not talke much.
2. I am confident;
You fhall Sir : Did you not of late dayes heare
A buzzing of a Separation
Betweene the King and Katherine ?
1. Yes,but it held not;
For when the King once heard it,out of anger
He fent command to the Lord Mayor ftraight
To flop the rumor;and allay thofe tongues
That dürft difperfe it.
2. But that (lander Sir,
Is found a truth now: for it growes agen
Freiher then e're it was; and held for certaine
The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinall,
Or fome about him neere, haue out of malice
To the good Qjjeene, polTeft him with a fcruple
That will vndoe her: To confirme this too,
Cardinall Campern is arriuM, and lately.
As all thinke for this bufines.
I. Tis the Cardinall;
And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour,
For not beftowing on him at his asking.
The Archbifhopricke of To/eifo,this is purposed.
2* I thinke
You haue hit the marke ; .but is't not cruell.
That (he fhould feele the fmart of this : the Cardinall
Will baue his will,and Ihe muft fall.
I. 'Tis wofull.
Wee are too open heere to argue this ;
Let's thinke in priuate more. Exeunt,
Seena Secunda.
Enter Lord Chamherlaine^ reading thU Letter,
MT Lordy the Horfes your Lordjhip fent for y reitb all the
care I had, I favo voell cbojen, ridden, and furnifd.
They voere young and bandfome, and of the beß breed in the
North, when they voere ready to fet out for London, a man
of my Lord Cardinalh,by Commiffion, and maine povoer tooJ^e
'iw from me, voith this reajonihis maißer voould bee ferud be¬
fore a Subieêîy f not before the King, vobicbßop'dour moutbes
Sir,
I feare he will indeede j well, let him haue them ; hee
will haue all 1 thinke.
I
Enter to the Lord Qhamberlaine, the Du^es of Nor-
foîke and Suffol^,
Norf Well met my Lord Qhamberlaine,
Cham. Good day to both your Graces.
Suff. How is the King imployd ?
Cham. I left him priuate,
Full of fad thoughts and troubles,
Norf What's the caufe ?
Cham. It feemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife
Ha's crept too neere his Confcience,
Suff. No, his Confcience
Ha's crept too neere another Ladie.
Norf Tis fo;
This is the Cardinals doing ; The King-Cardinall,
That blinde Fried, like the eldeft Sonne of Fortune,
Turnes what he lift. The King will know him one day.
Suff. Pray God he doe,
Hee'l neuer know himfelfe elfe,
Norf How holily he workes in all his bufinefle,
And with what zeale? For now he has crackt the League
Between vs & the Emperor (the Queens great Nephew)
He diues into the Kings Soule, and there fcatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Confcience,
Feares, and defpaires, and all thefe for his Marriage.
And out of all thefe, to reftore the King,
He counfels a Diuorce, a loíTe of her
That like a Jewell, ha'shung twenty yeares
About his necke, yet neuer loft her luftre ;
Of her that loues him with that excellence.
That Angels loue good men with : Euen of her.
That when the greateft ftroake of Fortune falls
Will bleffe the King : and is not this courfe pious ?
C6^/».Heauen keep me from fuch councel:tis moft true
Thefe newes are euery where, euery tongue fpeaks 'em.
And euery true heart weepes for't. All that dare
Looke into thefe aftaires, fee this maine end,
The French Kings Sifter. Heauen will one day open
The Kings eyes, that fo long haue fiept vpon
This bold bad man.
Suff. And free vs from his flauery,
Norf We had need pray.
And heartily, for our deliuerance;
Or this imperious man will worke vs all
From Princes into Pages : all mens honours
Lie like one lumpe before him, to be feihion'd
Into what pitch he pleafe.
Suff. For me, my Lords,
I loue him not, nor feare him, there's my Creede:
As I am made without him,fo lie (land,
If the King pleafe : his Curfes and his bleftlngs
Touch me alike: th'are breath I notbeleeue in.
I knew him, and I know him : fo 1 leaue him
To him that made him proud ; the Pope.
Norf Let's in ;
And with fome other bufines, put the King
From thefe fad thoughts,that work too much vpon him:
My Lord, youle beare vs company?
Cham. Excufe me,
The King ha's fent me otherwhere : Bcfides
You'l finde a moft vnfit time to difturbe him:
•Health to your Lordihips.
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Norfol^t. Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine.
Exit Lord Chamberlaine, and the King draws the Curtaine
and fits reading fenfiuely.
Suff. How fad he lookesj fure he is much affliiled.
* Kin, Who's there? Ha?
Norff, Pray God he be not angry. (felues
Kin, Who's there I fay ? How dare you thruft your
Into my priuate Meditations ?
Who am I? Ha?
Norff. A gracious King, that pardons all offences
Malice ne're meant : Our breach of Duty this way.
Is bufineffe of Eftatej in which, we come
To know your Royall pleafure»
Kin. Ye are too bold :
Go tooj Jle make ye know your times of bufineffe :
Is this an howre for temporall afîàires? Ha f
Enter JVolJ'ey and Camfeiu6 roith a Qommijjion.
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Woljeyy
The quiet of my wounded Confcience 5
Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome
Moft learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome,
Vfe vs,and it: My good Lord, haue great care,
I be not found a Talker.
\fol. Sir, you cannot;
I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre
Of priuate conference.
Kin, We are bufie; goe.
Norff, This Prieft ha's no pride in him ?
Suff, Not to fpeake of :
I would not be fo ficke though for his place:
But this cannot continue.
Norff. If it doe, lie venture one; haue at him.
Suff. I another.
Exeunt Norfoll^e and Suffolke.
Wol. Your Grace ha's giuen a Prefident of wifedome
Aboue all Princes,in committing freely
Your fcruple to the voyce of Chriftendome :
Who can be angry now ? What Enuy reach you ?
The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her,
Muft now confeffe, if they haue any goodneffe.
The Tryall,iuft and Noble. All the Clerkes,
(I meane the learned ones in Chriftian Kingdomes)
Haue their free voyces. Rome (the Nurfe of Judgement)
Inuited by your Noble felfe, hath fent
One generali Tongue vnto vs. This good man.
This iuft and learned Prieft, Cardnall Campeiuá^
Whom once more, I prefent vnto your Highneffe.
Kin. And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome.
And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues.
They haue fent me fuch a Man, 1 would haue wilh'd for.
Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferue all ftrangers loues.
You are fo Noble : To your Highneffe hand
I tender my Commilïion; by whofe vertue.
The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord
Cardinall of are ioyn'd with me their Seruant,
In the vnpartiall judging of this Bufineffe. (ted
Kin, Two equall men : The Queene lhall be acquain-
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner}
Vfol. I know your Maiefty, ha's alwayes lou'd her
So deare in heart, not to deny her that
A Woman of leffe Place might aske by Law ;
Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her.
Kin, I, and the beft ihe ihall haue ; and my fauour
To him that does beft, God forbid els : Cardinall,
Prethee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary.
Ifind him a fit fellow.
Enter Çardiner,
Wol. Giue me your hand: much ioy & fauour to you;
You are the Kings now.
Gard. But to be commanded
For euer by your Grace, whofe hand ha's rais'd me.
Kin, Come hither Gardiner,
Waives and fvbifpers.
Camp. My Lord of Torl^e^ was not one DoÄor face
In this mans place before him ?
Wol, Yes, he was.
Camp. Was he not held a learned man ?
Wol. Yes furely.
Camp. Beleeue me, there's an ill opinion fpread then,
Euen of your felfe Lord Cardinall.
Wol. How ? of me ?
Camp They will not fticke to fay, you enuide him;
And fearing he would rife ( he was fo vertuous)
Kept him a forraigne man ftill, which fo greeu'd him.
That he ran mad, and dide.
WoL Heau'ns peace be with him:
That's Chriftian care enough : for liuing Murmurers,
There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole;
For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow,
If I command him followes my appointment,
I will haue none fo neere els. Learne this Brother,
We liue not to be grip'd by meaner perfons.
Kin, Deliuer this with modefty to th'Queene.
Exit Gardiner,
The moft conuenient place, that I can thinke of
For fuch receipt of Learning, is Black-Fryers :
There ye ihall meete about this waighty bufines.
My Woljeyy fee it furnilh'd, O my Lord,
Would it not grieue an able man to leaue
So fweet a Bedfellow? But Confcience,Confcience;
O 'tis a tender place, and I muft leaue her. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter yînne "Eullen, and an old Lady.
jin. Not for that neither;here's the pang that pinches.
His Highneffe,hauing liu'd fo long with her, and {he
So good a Lady, that no Tongue could euer
Pronounce dilhonour of her; by my life.
She neuer knew harme-doing : Oh,now after
So many courfes of the Sun enthroaned.
Still growing in a Maiefty and pompe, the which
To leaue, a thoufand fold more bitter, then
'Tis fweet at firft t'acquire. After this Proceffe.
To giue her the auaunt,it is a pitty
Would moue a Monfter.
Old La. Hearts of moft hard temper
Melt and lament for her.
jdn. Oh Gods will, much better
She ne're had knowne pompe ; though't be temporall,
Yet if that quarrell. Fortune, do diuorce
It from the bearer, 'tis a fufferance, panging
As foule and bodies feuering.
Old L. Alas poore Lady,
Shee's a ftranger now againe.
jdn. So much the more
Muft pitty drop vpon her ; verily
I fweare, tis better to be lowly borne,
And
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And range with humble liuers in Content,
Then to be perk'd vp in a gliftring griefe,
And weare a golden forrow.
Old L. Our content
Is our beil hauing.
Anne* By my troth, and Maidenhead,
I would not be a Queene.
Old, L. Beihrew me, I would,
And venture Maidenhead for*t, and fo would you
For all this fpice of your Hipocrifie:
You that haue fo faire parts of Woman on you,
Haue (too) a Womans heart, which euer yet
Affefled Eminence, Wealth, Soueraignty j
Which, to fay footh, are Bleflingsj and which guifts
(Sauing your mincing) the capacity
Of your foft Chiuerell Confcience, would receiue.
If you might pleafe to ftretch it.
Anne, Nay, good troth.
OldL,Ytz troth,& trothjyou would not be a Queen?
Anne, No, not for all the riches vnder Heauen.
OW. L. Tis ftrange J a threepence bowM would hire me
Old as I am, to Queene it : but I pray you.
What thinke you of a Dutchefle ? Haue you limbs
To beare that load of Title?
An. No in truth.
Old.L. Then you are weakly made jplucke off a little,
I would not be a young Count in your way,
For more then blu/hing comes to : If your backe
Cannot vouchfafe this burthen, tis too weake
Euer to get a Boy.
itAn. How you doe talke;
I fweare againe, I would not be a Queene,
For all the world :
Old. L. In faith, for little England
Vou'ld venture an emballing: I my felfe
Would for Carnaruanß>irey although there long*d
No more to tV Crowne but that : Lo, who comes here ?
Enter Lord Cbamherlaine, (know
L.Cham, Good morrow Ladies^ what wer*t worth to
The fecret of your conference?
An. My good Lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking :
Our Miftris Sorrowes we were pittying.
Cham. It was a gentle bufineife, and becomming
The aflion of good women, there is hope
All will be well.
An. Now I pray God, Amen.
Cham. You beare a gentle minde, & heau'nly bleffings
Follow fuch Creatures. That you may, faire Lady
Perceiue I fpeake fincerely, and high notes
Taneof your many vertues; the Kings Maiefty
Commends his good opinion of you, to you; and
Doe's purpofe honour to you no leiTe flowing,
Then MarchionelTe of Pembrool^ey to which Title,
A Thoufand pound a yeare, Annuall fupport,
Out of his Grace, he addes.
An. I doe not know
What kinde of my obedience, I Ihould tender;
More then my Ail, is Nothing : Nor my Prayers
Are not words duely hallowed; nor my Wiihes
More worth, then empty vanities : yet Prayers & Wiihes
Are all I can returne. *Befeech your Lordihip,
Vouchfafe to fpeake my thankes, and my obedience,
As from a bluih ng Handmaid, to his HighneíTej
Whofe health and Royalty I pray for.
Cham. Lady j
I ihall not iaile t'approue the faire conceit
The King hath of you. I haue perusM her well,
Beauty and Honour in her are fo mingled.
That they haue caught the King : and who knowes yet
But from this Lady, may proceed a lemme,
To lighten all this lie. Tie to the King,
And fay I fpoke with you.
Exit Lord Chamherlaine,
An. My honoured Lord.
Old. L. Why this it is : See, fee,
I haue beene begging fixteene yeares in Court
(Am yet a Courtier beggerly) nor could
Come pat betwixt too early, and too late
For any fuit of pounds: and you, (oh fate)
A very freih Fiih heere ; fye, lye, fye vpon
This conrpel'd fortune : haue your mouth fild vp,
Before you open it.
An. This is ftrange to me.
OldL, How tafts it? Is it bitter ? Forty pence, no:
There was a Lady once (tis an old Story)
That would not be a (¿leene, that would ihe not
For all the mud in Egypt; haue you heard it?
An, Come you are pieafant.
Old. L, With your Theame, I could
O're-mount the Larke: The MarchionelTe of Pembrooke}
A thoufand pounds a yeare, for pure refpeit f
No other obligation ? by my Life,
That promifes mo thoufands : Honours traîne
Is longer then his fore-skirt; by this time
I know your backe will beare a DutchelTe. Say,
Are you not ftronger then you were?
An. Good Lady,
Make your felfe mirth with your particular fancy,
And leaue me out on't. Would 1 had no being
If this falute my blood a iot ; it faints me
To thinke what followes.
The Queene is comfortlefle, and wee forgetfull
In our long abfence : pray doe not deliuer.
What heere y'haue heard to her.
OldL. What doe you thinke me ■ Exeunt,
Seena Quarta.
Trumpets y Sennet y and Cornets,
Enter treo Vergersy teith ßoo'-t filuer wands ; next them two
Scribes in the habite of DoSlors; after themy the 'Eißoop of
Canterbury alone ; after himy the Bißtops of Lincolncy E/y,
Rochefler, and S, Afaph : Next themy with Jome ¡mall
difi ancey followes a Gentleman bearing the Purjey with the
great Scale y and a Cardinals Hat : Then two Prießsybea-
ring each a Siluer Crojfe : Then a Gentleman Vfher bare¬
headed yaccompanyed with a Sergeant at Armes y bearing a
Siluer Mace : Then two Gentlemen bearing two great
Siluer Pillers : After themyßde by fidcy the two Cardinalsy
two Noblemenywith the Sword and Mace. The King talles
place runder the Cloth of State. The two Cardinalls fit
njnder him as ludges. The ^Imene talles place Jome di¬
fi anee from the King. The "Etfhops place themjelues on
each fide the Court in manner of a Confifiory : ^elow them
the Scribes, The Lords fit next the Bijhops. The refi of the
Attendants fiand in conuenient order about the Stage.
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Car. WhiPft our Commiflîon from Rome is read,
Let filence be commanded.
King. What's the need ?
It hath already publiquely bene read,
And on all fides th'Authority allow'd.
You may then fpare that time.
Car. Bee't fo, proceed.
Sert. Say, Henry K. of England, come into the Court,
Crier. King of England, &c.
King^ Heere.
Scribe. Say, Katherine Queene of England,
Come into the Court.
Crier. Katherine Queene of England, &c,
The Queene maizes no anftvery rifes out of her Qhairey
goes about the Court, comes to the Kingyond J^neeles at
hie Feete. Then Jfeai^es.
Sir, I defire you do me Right and luftice,
And to beftow your pitty on me j for
I am a moil poore Woman, and a Stranger,
Borne out of your Dominions : hauing heere
No Judge indifferent, nor no more aífurance
Of equall Friend/hip and Proceeding. Alas Sir î
In what haue I offended you ? What caufe
Hath my behauiour giuen to your difpleafure.
That thus you fhould proceede to put me off,
And take your good Grace from me? Heauen wltneffe,
I haue bene to you, a true and humble Wife,
At all times to your will conformable ;
Euer in feare to kindle your Diflike,
Yea, fubiedl to your Countenance : Glad, or forry.
As I faw it inclined ? When was the houre
1 euer contradidled your Defire ?
Or made it not mine too? Or which of your Friends
Haue I not ilroue to loue, although I knew
He were mine Enemy? What Friend of mine,
That had to him deriu'd your Anger,did I
Continue in my Liking? Nay, gaue notice
He was from thence difcharg'd ? Sir, call to minde,
That 1 haue beene your Wife, in this Obedience,
Vpward of twenty yeares, and haue bene bleft
With many Children by you. If in the courfe
And proceffe of this time, you can report.
And proue it too, againil mine Honor, aught ;
My bond to Wedlocke, or my Loue and Ducie
Againil your Sacred Perfon 5 in Gods name
Turne me away: and let the fowfil Contempt
Shut doore vpon me, and fo giue me vp
To the iharp'll kinde of luftice. Pleafe you, Sir,
The King your Father, was reputed for
A Prince moil Prudent} of an excellent
And vnmatch'd Wit, and lodgement. Ferdinand
My Father, King of Spaine, was reckoned one
The wifeil Prince, that there had reign'd, by many
A yeare before. It is not to be queftion'd,
That they had gathered a wife Councell to them
Of euery Realme, that did debate this Bufineife,
Who deem'd our Marriage lawful. Wherefore I hûmbly
Befeech you Sir, to fpare me, till I may
Be by my Friends in Spaine,aduis'd } whofe Counfaile
I will implore. If not,i'th'name of God
Your pleafure be fulfill'd.
fVoî. You haue heere Lady,
(And of your choice) thefe Reuerend Fathers, men
Of fingular Integrity, and Learning ;
Yea, the eleil o'th'Land, who are aífembled
To pleade your Caufe. It ihall be therefore bootlefle,
That longer you defire the Court, as well
For your owne quiet, as to redlifie
What is vnfetled in the King.
Camp. His Grace
Hath fpoken well, and iuftly : Therefore Madam,
It's fit this Royall Sefiion do proceed.
And that f without delayj their Arguments
Be now produced, and heard.
Qu. Lord Cardinall, to you I fpeake.
¡Vol. Your pleafure. Madam.
Sir, I am about to weepe } but thinking that
We are a Queene (or long haue dream'd fo) certaine
The daughter of a King, my drops of teares,
lie turne to fparkes of fire.
PKol^ Be patient yet.
Qu. 1 will, when you are humble5 Nay before,
Or God will puniih me, I do beleeue
(Induc'd by potent Circumftances) that
You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge,
You ihall not be my Judge. For it is you
Haue blowne this Coale, betwixt my Lord, and me ^
(Which Gods dew quench) therefore,! fay againe,
I vtterly abhorre 5 yea, from my Soule
Re fufe you for my Judge, whom yet once more
I hold my moll malicious Foe, and thinkc not
At all a Friend to truth.
Wol. I do profefie
You fpeake not like your felfe i who euer yet
Haue ftood to Chanty, and difplayd th'effedls
Of difpofition gentle, and of wifedome,
Ore-topping womans powre. Madam, you do me wrong
I haue no Spleene againil you, nor iniuftice
For you, or any : how farre I haue proceeded,
Or how farre further (Shall) is warranted
By a Commiifion from the Confiftorie,
Yea, the whole Confiftorie of Rome. You charge me,
That I haue blowne this Coale : I do deny it.
The King is prefent : If it be knowne to him,
That I gainfay my Deed, how may he wound,
And worthily my Falfehood, yea, as much
As you haue done my Truth. If he know
That I am free of your Report, he knowes
I am not of your wrong« Therefore in him
It lies to cure me, and the Cure is to
Remoue thefe Thoughts from you. The which before
His HighnefiTe Ihall fpeake in, I do befeech
You (gracious Madam) to vnthinke your fpeaking,
And to fay fo no more.
¿lueen. My Lord, my Lord,
I am a fimple woman, much too weake
T'oppofe your cunning. Y'are meek, & humble-mouth'd
You figne your Place, and Calling, in full feeming.
With Meekenefle and Humilitie : but your Heart
Is cramm'd with Arrogancie, Spleene, and Pride.
You haue by Fortune, and his HighnefiTe fauors.
Gone nightly o're lowe fteppes, and now are mounted
Where Powres are your Retainers, and your words
(Domeftickes to you) ferue your will, as't pleafe
Your felfe pronounce their Office. I mull tell you.
You tender more your perfons Honor, then
Your high profeffion Spirituall. That agen
I do refufe you for my Judge, and heere
Before you all, Appeale vnto the Pope,
To bring my whole Caufe 'fore his Holinefie,
And to be iudg'd by him.
She Curtjies to the King, and offers to depart.
Camp.
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Camp. The Queene is obftinate,
Stubborne to luftice, apt to accufe it, and
DifdalnhiU to be tride by^tj tis not well.
Shee's going away.
Kin, Call her againe.
Crier. Katherine^ of England,come into the Court.
Gent.Vfi, Madam,you are cald baclce.
Que. What need you note it? pray you keep your way,
When you are cald returne. Now the Lord helpe,
They vexe me paft my patience,pray you paife onj
I will not tarry: no, nor euer more
ypon this buhnene my appearance make,
In any of their Courts.
Exit ¿^eeney and her Attendantz,
Kin. Goe thy wayes Kate^
That man i*th* world, who lhall report he ha's
A better Wife,let him in naught be trufted,
For fpeaking falfe in that ; thou art alone
(If thy rare qualities, fweet gentlenefle.
Thy meekneife Saint-like, Wife-like Gouernment,
Obeying in commanding, and thy parts
Soueraigne and Pious els, could fpeake thee out)
The Queene of earthly Queenes : Shee's Noble borne j
And like her true Nobility,ihe ha's
Carried her felfe towards me.
fKol. Moft gracious Sir,
In humbleft manner I require your Highnes,
That it /hall pleafe you to declare in hearing
Of all thefe eares(for where I am rob'dand bound,
There muft I be vnloosM, although not there
At once,and fully fatisfide) whether euer I
Did broach this bu/ines to your Highnes,or
Laid any fcruple in your way, which might
Induce you to the queftion on't:or euer
Haue to you, but with thankes to God for fuch
A Royal! Lady, fpake one, the leaft word that might
Be to the preiudice of her prefent Stale,
Or touch of her good Perfon ?
Kin. My Lord Cardinall,
I doe excuie you j yea, vpon mine Honour,
1 free you from*t : You are not to be taught
That you haue many enemies, that know not
Why they are foj but like to Village Curres,
Barke when their fellowes doe. By fome of thefe
The Queene is put in angerj y'are excusM :
But will you be more iuftifi'de? You euer
Haue wi/hM the Beeping of this bufines, neuer defir'd
It to be ftir^dj but oft haue hÍndred,oft
The pa/Tages made toward itj on my Honour,
I fpeake my good Lord Cardnall, to this point;
And thus farre cleare him.
Now, what mou'd me too't,
I will be bold with time and your attention : (too't:
Then marke th'inducement. Thus it came ; giue heede
My Confcience firft receiu'd a tendernes,
Scruple, and pricke,on certaine Speeches vtter'd
By th'Bi/hop of ^í7^í?/r,then French EmbaíTador,
Who had beene hither fent on the debating
And Marriage *twixt the Duke of and
Our Daughter Mary : Teh'Progre/Te of this bu/ines.
Ere a determinate refolution, hee
(I meane the Bi/hop) did require a refpite,
Wherein he might the King his Lord aduertife,
Whether our Daughter were legitimate,
Refpe¿hng this our Marriage with the Dowager,
Sometimes our Brothers Wife. This refpite ihooke
The bofome of my Confcience, enter'd me;
Yea, with a fpitting power,and made to tremble
The region of my Breaft, which forc'd fuch way.
That many maz'd confiderings, did throng
And preft in with this Caution. Firft, me thought
I ftood not in the fmile of Heauen, who had
Commanded Nature, that my Ladies wombe
If it conceiu'd a male-child by me, ihould
Doe no more Offices of life too't; then
The Graue does to th' dead : For her Male I/Tue,
Or di'de where they were made, or ihortly after
This world had ayr'd them. Hence I tooke a thought.
This was a lodgement on me, that my Kingdome
('Well worthy the beft Heyre o'th' World) Ihould not
Be gladded in't by me. Then followes, that
I weigh'd the danger which my Realmes ftood in
By this my l/Tues falle, and that gaue to me
Many a groaning throw : thus hulling in
The wild Sea of my Confcience, I did fteere
Toward this remedy, whereupon we are
Now prefent heere together:that's to fay,
I meant to reâifie my Confcience, which
I then did feele full licke, and yet not well.
By all the Reuerend Fathers of the Land,
And Do<5tors learn'd. Firft I began in priuate.
With you my Lord of Lincolne'y you remember
How vnder my oppreffion I did reeke
When I firft mou'd you.
B. Lin. Very well my Liedge.
Kin. I haue fpoke long, be pleasM your felfe to fay
How farre you fatisfide me.
Lin. So pleafe your Highnes,
The queftion did at firft fo ftagger me,
Bearing a State of mighty moment in*t.
And confequence of dread, that I committed
The daringft Counfaile which I had to doubt,
And did entreate your Highnes to this courfe,
Which you are running heere.
Kin. I then mou'd you.
My Lord of Canterburyyzná got your leaue
To make this prefent Summons vnfolicited.
I left no Reuerend Perfon in this Court;
But by particular confent proceeded
Vnder your hands and Seales; therefore goe on.
For no diflike i'th'world againft the perfon
Of the good Queene ; but the iharpe thorny points
Of my alleadged reafons, driues this forward :
Proue but our Marriage lawful!, by my Life
And Kingly Dignity, we are contented
To weare our mortall State to come, with her,
{^Katherine our Queene) before the primeft Creature
That's Parragón'd o'th' World
Camp. So pleafe your Highnes,
The Queene being abfent, 'tis a needfull fitneffe,
That we adiourne this Court till further day;
Meane while, muft be an earneft motion
Made to the Queene to call backe her Appeale
She intends vnto his Holine/Te.
Kin. I may perceiue
Thefe Cardinals trifle with me : I abhorre
This dilatory floth, and trickes of Rome,
My learn'd and welbeloued Seruant Cranmer^
Prethee returne,with thyapproch: I know,
My comfort comes along : breake vp the Court;
I fay, fet on.
Exeunty in manner as they enter d.
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218 The Ufe of ^ng Henry the Eight.
A5iusTertius. ScenaTrima.
Enter ^eene and her Women 06 at rporJ^e,
Queen, Take thy Lute wench,
My Soule growes fad with troubles,
Sing, and difperfe 'em if thou canil: leaue working:
Song.
ORpbeuá vitb bu Lute made Trees ^
And tbe Mountains tops tbat freeze^
^OTf tbemfe/ues svben be didßng-.
To bis Mußcke^ Plants and Florpers
Euer fprung j as Sunne and Sbovfcrs^
Tbere bad made a iaßing Spring,
Euer y thing that beard htm play ^
Euen tbe Billosres of tbe Sea,
Hung their beads. Ó" then lay by.
In fweet Mtßc^e is fucb Art,
Killing care, 0* griefe of heart.
Fall aßeepe, or bearing dye.
Enter a Gentleman,
Slgeen. How now f
Gent. And't pleafe your Grace,the two great Cardinals
Wait in the prefence.
¿lyuen. Would they fpeake with me ?
Gent, They wil'd me fay fo Madam.
Queen. Pray their Graces
To come neere ; what can be their buhnes
With me, a pooreweake woman, fâlne from fauour?
I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
They ihould bee good men, their affaires as righteous :
But all Hoods, make not Monkes.
Snter the two Cardinalls, Wolfey & Campian,
Wolf. Peace to your HighneiTe.
Queen. Your Graces find me heere part of a Houfwife,
(I would be all) againil the woril may happen :
What are your pleafures with me, reuerent Lords ?
Wol. May it pleafe you Noble Madam, to withdraw
Into your priuate Chamber; we ihall giue you
The full caufe of our comming.
^Men. Speake it heere.
There's nothing I haue done yet o* my Confcience
Deferues a Corner : would all other Women
Could fpeake this with as free a Soule as I doe.
My Lords, I care not (fo much I am happy
Aboue a number) if my actions
Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye faw *em,
£nuy and baie opinion fet againil'em,
I know my life fo euen. If your bufines
Seeke me out, and that way I am Wife in ;
Out with it boldly : Truth loues open dealing.
Qard. Tanta eß erga te mentis integritas Regina Jerenifßma,
Queen. O good my Lord, no Latin ;
1 am not fuch a Truant fince my comming,
As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in : (ous :
A ftrange Tongue makes my caufe more ilrange, fufpiti-
Pray fpeake in £ngliih ; heere are fome will thanke you,
If you fpeake truth, for their poore Miftris fake ;
Beleeue me fhe ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall,
The willing'ft finne 1 euer yet committed,
May be abfolu'd in Engliih.
Card, Noble Lady,
lam forry my integrity ihoul breed,
(And feruice to his Maiefty and you)
So deepe fufpition, where ail faith was meant;
We come not by the way of Accufation,
To taint that honour euery good Tongue blefles;
Nor to betray you any way to forrow ;
You haue too much good Lady : But to know
How you ftand minded in the waighty difference
Betweene the King and you, and to deliuer
(Like free and honed men) our iud opinions.
And comforts to our caufe.
Camp, Moft honour'd Madam,
My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature,
Zealeand obedience he diU bore your Grace,
Forgetting (like a good man) your late Cenfure
Both ofhis truth and him (which was too farre)
Offers, as I doe, in a figne of peace,
His Seruice, and his Counfell.
Queen. To betray me.
My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,
Ye fpeake like honeft men, (pray God ye proue fo)
But how to make ye fodainly an Anfwere
In fuch a poynt of weight, fo neere mine Honour,
(More neere my Life 1 feare) with my weake wit;
And to fuch men of grauity and learning;
In truth I know not. 1 was fet at worke,
Among my Maids,full little (God knowes)looking
Either for fuch men, or fuch bufineffe;
For her fake that I haue beene, for I feele
The lail fit of my Greatneffe ; good your Graces
Let me haue time and Councell for my Caufe :
Alas, I am a Woman frendlelfe, hopeleffe.
Wol. Madam,
You wrong the Kings loue with thefe feares.
Your hopes and friends arc infinite.
Queen. In England,
But little for my profit can you thinke Lords,
That any Engliih man dare giue me Councell?
Or be a knowne friend'gainft his Highnes pleafure,
(Though he be growne fo defperate to be honeft)
And liue aSubieól? Nay forfooth, my Friends,
They that muft weigh out my afflliftions,
They that my truft muft grow to, liue not heere.
They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
In mine owne Countrey Lords.
Camp. I would your Grace
Would leaue your greefes, and take my Counfell.
^een. How Sir/
Camp. Put your maine caufe into the Kings proteöion,
Hee's louing and moft gracious. 'Twill be much,
Both for your Honour better, and your Caufe ;
For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,
You'l part away difgrac'd.
Wol. He tels you rightly.
¿iueen. Ye tell me what ye wilh for both,my ruine:
Is this your Chriftian Councell ? Out vpon ye.
Heauen is aboue all yet; there fits a ludge.
That no King can corrupt.
Camp. Your rage miftakes vs.
¿lueen. The more fhame for ye; holy men I thought ye,
Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:
But Cardinall Sins,and hollow hearts I feare ye;
Mend 'em for lhame my Lords: Is this your comfort?
The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady ?
A woman loft among ye, laugh't at, fcornd ?
I will not wiih ye hälfe my miferies,
I
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I haue more Charity. But fay I warn'd ye ;
Take heed, for heauens fake take heed, leaft at once
The burthen of my forrowes, fall vpon ye.
Car. Madam, this is a meere diftraftion,
You turne the good we offer, into enuy.
,Sluee. Ye turne me into nothing. Woe vpon ye.
And all fuch falfe Profeflbrs. Would you haue me
(If you haue any luftice,any Pitty,
If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits)
Put my ficke caufe into his hands, that hates me ?
Alas, ha's banifh'd me his Bed already,
His Loue, too long ago. I am old my Lords,
And all the Fellowlhip I hold now with him
Is onely my Obedience. What can happen
To me, aboue this wretchednefle ? All your Studies
Make me a Curfe, like this.
Camp. Your feares are worfe.
Qu Haue I liu'd thus long (let me fpeake my felfe,
Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife,a true one ?
A Woman (I dare fay without P^ainglory)
Neuer yet branded with Sufpition?
Haue I, with all my full Affeflions
Still met the King ? Lou'd him next Heau'n.^Obey'd him?
Bin (out of fondneffe) fuperllitious to him ?
Almoft forgot my Prayres to content him ?
And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords.
Bring me a conftant woman to her Husband,
One that ne're dream'd a loy, beyond his pleafure ;
And to that Woman fwhen Ihe has done mod)
Yet will I adde an Honor ; a great Patience,
Car. Madam, you wander from the good
We aymc at.
My Lord,
I dare not make my felfe fo guiltie,
To glue vp willingly that Noble Title
Your Malier wed me to : nothing but death
Shall e're diuorce my Dignities.
Car. Pray heare me.
S(u. Would I had neuer trod this Englilh Earth,
Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it :
Ye haue Angels faces ; but Heauen knowes your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched Lady ?
I am the moft vnhappy Woman lining.
Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes ?
Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,
No Friends, no Hope,no Kindred weepe for me?
Almod no Graue allow'd me ? Like the Lilly
That orice was Miftris of the Field, and flourilh'd,
lie hang my head, and perilh.
Car. If your Grace
Could but be brought to know,our Ends are honed,
Youl'd feele more comfort. Why ihold we^^good Lady)
Vpon what caufe wrong you? Alas, our Places,
The way of our ProfeíiTion is againft it ;
We are to Cure fuch forrowes, not to fowe'em.
For Goodneffe fake, confider what you do,
How you may hurt your felfe: I, vtterly
Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
The hearts of Princes kilTe Obedience,
So much they loue it. But to ftubborne Spirits,
They fwell and grow, as terrible as ftormes.
I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper,
A Soule as euen as a Calme \ Pray thinke vs,
Thofe we profeire,Peace-makers,Friends, and Seruants.
Camp. Madam, you*i finde itfo:
Vou wrong your Vertues
With thefe weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit
As yours was, put into you, euer cads
Such doubts as falfe Coine from it. The King loues you,
Beware you loofc it not : For V8(if you pleafe
To trud vs in your bufinefle)we are ready
To vfe our vtmod Studies, in your feruice.
Do what ye will, my Lords :
And pray forgiue me j
If I haue vsM my felfe vnmannerly,
Vou know I am a Woman, lacking wit
To make a feemely anfwer to fuch perfons.
Pray do my feruice to his Maiedie,
He ha's my heart yet, and ihall haue my Prayers
While I ihall haue my life. Come reuerend Fathers,
Bedow your Councels on me. She now begges
That little thought when ihe fet footing heere.
She ihould haue bought her Dignities fo deere. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter the Duke of Norfolke^ Dukf of Suffdkf 9 Lord Surrey y
and Lord Chamberlaine.
Norf If you will now vnite in your Complaints, ^
And force them with a Condancy, the Car/linall
Cannot dand vnder them. If you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promife,
But that you ihall fudaine moe new difgraces,
With thefe you beare aireadle.
Sur. I am ioyfull
To meete the lead occafion, that may giue me
Remembrance of my Father-in-Law, the Duke,
To be reueng'd on him.
Suf. Which of the Peeres
Haue vncontemn'd gone by him, or at lead
Strangely negleited.? When did he regard
The dampe of Nobleneffe in any perfon
Out of himfelfe ?
Cham. My Lords, you fpeake your pleafures ;
What he deferues of you and me, I know :
What we can do to him (though now the time
Giues way to vs) I much feare. If you cannot
Barre his acceffe to'th'King, neuer attempt
Any thing on him : for he hath a Witchcraft
Guar the King in's Tongue.
Nor. O feare him not,
His fpell in that is out : the King hath found
Matter againd him, that for euer marres
The Hony of his Language. No, he's fetled
(Not to come off) in his difpleafure.
Sur. Sir,
I ihould be glad to heare fuch Newes as this
Once euery houre.
Nor. Beleeue it, this is true.
In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings
Are all vnfolded : wherein he appeares.
As I would wiÛi mine Enemy.
Sur. How came
His praflifes to light?
Suf. Mod drangely.
Sur. O how? how ?
Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope mifcarried,
And
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220 The Life of fjng Henry the Light.
And came to th*eye o'th*King, wherein was read
How that the Cardinall did intreat his HolineiTe
To ftay the lodgement o'th'Diuorce j for if
It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue
MyK.ing is tangled in affection,to
A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne 'Mullen
Sur. Ha's the King this ? ^
Suf. Beleeue it.
Sur. Will this worke ?
Cham. The King in this perceiues him, how he coafts
And hedges his owne way. But in this point.
All his trickes founder, and he brings his Phylicke
After his Patients death; the King already
Hath married the faire Lady.
Sur. Would he had.
Suf. May you be happy in your wilh my Lord,
For I profeiTe you haue it.
Sur. Now all my ioy
Trace the Coniundlion.
Suf My Amen too*t.
Nor. All mens.
Suf There's order giuen for her Coronation :
Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left
To fonn.e eares vnrecounted. But my Lords
She is a gallant Creature, and compleate
In minde and feature. I perfwade me, from her
Will fall fome blefling to this Land, which /hall
In it be memorized.
Sur. But will the King
Digeft this Letter of the Cardinals ?
The Lord forbid.
Nor. Marry Amen.
Suf No,no:
There be moe Wafpes that buz about his Nofe,
Will make this fting the fooner. Cardinall Campeiuáf
Is ftolne away to Rome, hath 'tane noleaue,
Ha's left thecaufe o'th'King vnhandled, and
Is ported as the Agent of our Cardinall,
To fécond all his plot. I do aflure you,
The King cry'de Ha, at this.
Qham. Now God incenfe him,
And let him cry Ha,lowder.
Norf But my Lord
When returnes Cranmer ?
Suf He is returned in his Opinions, which
Haue fatisfied the King for his Diuorce,
Together with all famous Colledges
Almoft in Chriftendome : ihortly(l beleeue)
His fécond Marriage ihall be publiíhd,and
Her Coronation. Katherine no more
Shall be calPd Queene, but PrincelTe Dowager,
And Widdow to Prince
Nor. This fame Qranmer'*%
A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine
In the Kings bufinefle.
Suf. He ha's,and we ihall fee him
For it,an Arch-bylhop.
Nor. So I heare,
Suf. 'Tis fo.
Enter iVolJey and Cromroell.
The Cardinall.
Nor. Obferue,obferue, hee's moody.
Car. The Packet Cromwell,
Gau't you the King }
Crom. To his owne hand,in's Bed-chamber.
Card. Look'd he o'th'infide of the Paper ?
Crom. Prefently
He did vnfeale them, and the firft he view'd.
He did it with a Serious minde ; a heede
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him heere this Morning.
Card, Is he ready to come abroad ?
Crom. I thinke by this he is.
Card. Leaue me a while. Exit Cromwll.
It ihall be to the Dutches of Alanfon,
The French Kings Sifter j He ihall marry her.
Anne Bullen} No : He no Anne Bulîens for him.
There's more in't then faire Vifage. Bullen ?
No, wee'l no "Bullens : Speedily I wiih
To heare from Rome. The Marchionefle of Penbroke.^
Nor. He's difcontented.
Suf May be he heares the King
Does whet his Anger to him.
Sur. Sharpe enough,
Lord for thy luftice.
Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman ?
A Knights Daughter
To be her M irtris Miftris ? The Queenes, Queene ?
This Candle burnes not cleere,'tis 1 muft fnuffeit,
Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous
And well deferuing ? yet I know her for
A fpleeny Lutheran, and not wholfome to
Our caufe, that Ihe ihould lye i'th'bofome of
Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is fprung vp
An Hcretique, an Arch-one; Cranmer^ one
Hath crawl'd into the fauourof the King,
And is his Oracle.
Nor. He is vex'd at fomething.
Enter King, reading of a Scedule.
Sur. I would 'twer fomthing y would fret the firing.
The Mafter-cord on's heart.
Suf. The King, the King.
King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
To his owne portion ? And what expence by'th'houre
Seemes to flow from him ? How, i'th'name of Thrift
Docs he rake this together? Now my Lords,
Saw you the Cardinall?
Nor. My Lord, we haue
Stood heere obferuing him. Some ftrange Commotion
Is in his braine : He bites his lip,and ftarts.
Stops on a fodaine, lookes vpon the ground.
Then layes his finger on his Temple : ftraighc
Springs out into fail gate, then ftops againe.
Strikes his brell hard, and anon, he carts
His eye againft the Moone : in moil ftrange Poftures
We haue feene him fet himfelfe.
King. It may well be,
There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning.
Papers of State he fent me, to perufe
As I requir'd : and wot you what I found
There (on my Confcience put vnwittingly)
Forfooth an Inuentory, thus importing
The feuerall parcels of his Plate.his Treafure,
Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houihold, which
I finde at fuch proud Rate, that it out-fpeakes
PolTeflîon of a Subieil.
Nor. It's Heauens will,
Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
To blerte your eye withall,
Kinff. If we did thinke
His
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His Contemplation were aboue the earth,
Andfixt on Spirituall obieét, he ihould ftill
Dwell in hisMufings, but I am afFraid
His Thinkings are below the Moone,not worth
His ferious coniidering.
K.\ng tafees hü -vehijpen Louelly who goes
to the Cardinal/,
Car. Heauen forgiue me,
Euer God blelTe your Highnefle.
King. Good my Lord,
You are full of Heauenly lluffe, and beare the Inuentory
Of your bell Graces, in your minde ; the which
You were now running o're 5 you haue fcarfe time
To lleale from Spirituall leyfure, a briefe fpan
To keepe your earthly Audit, fure in that
I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald
To haue you therein my Companion.
Car. Sir,
For Holy Offices I haue a time j a time
To thinke vpon the part of bufinefle, which
I beare Tlh^State : and Nature does require
Her times of preferuation, which perforce
I her fraile iônne, among'il my Brethren mortal!.
Mull giue my tendance to.
King. You haue faid well.
Car. And euer may your HighneiTe yoake together,
(As I will lend you caufej my doing well,
With my well laying.
King. 'Tis well laid agen,
And 'tis a kindc of good deede to fay well,
And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you,
He faid he did, and with his deed did Crowne
His word vpon you. Since I had my Office,
I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone
Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
But par'd my prefent Hauings, to bellow
My Bounties vpon you.
Car. What Ihould this meane ?
Sur. The Lord increafe this bufinelTe.
King. Haue I not made you
The prime man of the State ? I pray you tell me.
If what I now pronounce, you haue found true :
And if you may confefle it, fay withall
If you are bound to vs, or no. What fay you ?
Car. My Soueraigne, 1 confefle your Royall graces
Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could
My lludied purpofes requite, which went
Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors,
Haue euer come too Ihort of my Defires,
Yet fill'd with my Abilities : Mine owne ends
Hauebeene mine fo, thateuermore they pointed
To'th'good of your moll Sacred Perfon, and
The profit of the State. For your great Graces
Heap'd vpon me(poore Vndeferuer) I
Can nothing render but Ailegîant thankes.
My Prayres to heauen for you j my Loyal tie
Which euer ha's, and euer/hall be growing,
Till death (that Winter) kill it.
King. Fairely anfwer'd :
A Loyall, and obedient Subiedl is
Therein illullrated, the Honor of it
Does pay the A£l of it, as i'th'contrary
The fowlcnelTe is the punilhment. I prefume,
That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you,
My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more
On you, then any : So your Hand, and Heart,
Your Braine, and euery Funélion of your power.
Should, notwithllanding that your bond of duty,
As'twer in Loues particular, be more
To me your Friend, then any.
Car. I do profefle,
That for your Highnefle good, I euer labour'd
More then mine owne : that am, haue, and will be
(Though all the world Ihould cracke their duty to you,
And throw it from their Soule, though perils did
Abound, as thicke as thought could make'em,and
Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty,
As doth a Rocke againft the chiding Flood,
Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake.
And iland vnfhaken yours.
King. 'Tis Nobly fpoken :
Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall breíl.
For you hauefeene him open't. Read o're this.
And after this, and then to Breakfail with
What appetite you haue.
Sxit Kingyfronning 'upon the Qardinally the Nobles
throng after him fmilingyand xehijfering.
Car. What Ihould this meane ?
What fodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it f
He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine
Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon
Vpon the daring Huntfman that has gall'd him :
Then makes him nothing. I muft reade this paper :
I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis fo :
This paper ha's vndone me : 'Tisth'Accompt
Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together
For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,
And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence /
Fit for a Foole to fall by : What crofle Diuell
Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet
I fent the King ? Is there no way to cure this ?
No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?
I know'twill ftirre him llrongly ; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in fpight of Fortune
Will bring me off againe. What's this? To th^TopO
The Letter (as I liue) with all the Bufineffe
I writ too's Holinefle. Nay then, farewell :
I haue touch'd the higheft point of all my Greatneffe,
And from that full Meridian of my Glory,
I hafte now to my Setting. I ihall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the Euening,
And no man fee me more.
Enter to IVoolfeyy the Dulles of Norfolkp and Suffoll^y the
Earle of Surrey^ and the Lord Chamherlaine.
Nor. Heare the Kings pleafure Cardinall,
Who commands you
To render vp the Great Seale prefently
Into our hands, and to Confine your felfe
To Aiher-houfe, my Lord of Winchefters,
Till you heare further from his Highnefle.
Car, Stay :
Where's your Commiffionf Lords, words cannot carrie
Authority fo weighty.
Suf. Who dare crofle *em,
Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expreflely?
Car. Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,
(I meane your malice) know. Officious Lords,
1 dare, and muft deny it. Now I feele
Of what courfe Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,
How eagerly ye follow my Difgraces
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As if it fed ye, and how fleeke and wanton
Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine?
Follow your enuious courfes, men of Malice ;
You haue Chriftian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale
You aske with fuch a Violence, the King
(Mine, and your Mafter) with his owne hand,gaue me :
Bad me enioy it, with the Place, and Honors
During my life ; and to confirme his Goodnefle,
Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur. The King that gaue it.
Car. It muft be himfelfe then.
Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor, Prieft.
, Car. Proud Lord, thou lyeft :
Within thefe fortie houres, Surrey dürft better
Haue burnt that Tongue, then faidefo.
Sur. Thy Ambition
(Thou Scarlet finne) robb'd this bewailing Land
Of Noble Buckingham, my Father-in-Law,
The heads of all thy Brother-Cardinals,
(With thee, and all thy bell parts bound together)
Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie.
You fent me Deputie for Ireland,
Farre from his fuccour ; from the King, from all
That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'ft him !
Whil'ft your great Goodneflfe, out of holy pitty,
Abfolu'd him with an Axe.
fTb/. This, and all elfe
This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
I anfwer, is moft falfe. The Duke by Law
Found his deferts. How innocent I was
From any priuate malice in his end.
His Noble lurie, and foule Caufe can witnefle.
If I lou'd many words. Lord, I ihould tell you,
You haue as little Honeftie, as Honor,
That in the way of Loyaltie,and Truth,
Toward the King, my euer Roiall Mafter,
Dare mate a founder man then Surrie can be.
And all that loue his follies.
Sur. By my Sou le.
Your long Coat (Prieft) proteéVs you.
Thou ftiould'ft feele
My Sword i'th'life blood of thee elfe. My Lords,
Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance ?
And from this Fellow? If we line thus tamely,
To be thus laded by a peece of Scarlet,
Farewell Nobilitie : let his Grace go forward.
And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.
CarJ. All Goodnefte
Is poyfon to thy Stomacke.
Sur. Yes, that goodnefte
Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one.
Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion !
The goodnefte of your intercepted Packets
You writ to'th'Pope, againft the King : your goodnefte
Since you prouoke me, (hall be moft notorious.
My Lord of Norfolke,as you are truly Noble,
As you refpeft the common good, the State
Of our defpis'd Nobilitie, our Iflucs,
(Whom if he liue, will fcarfe be Gentlemen)
Produce the grand fumme of his finnes, the Articles
Collefled from his life. He ftartle you
Worfe then the Sacring Bell, when the brOwne Wench
Lay kifling in your Armes, Lord Cardinall.
Car. How much me thinkes, I could defpife this man,
But that I am bound in Charitie againft it.
fVbr. Thofe Articles,my Lord,are in the Kings hand:
But thus much, they are foule ones.
ffo/. So much fairer
And fpotlelTe, lhall mine Innocence arife.
When the King knowes my Truth.
Sur. This cannot faue you ;
I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember
Some of thefe Articles, and out they fliall.
Now, if you can blulh, and crie guiltie Cardinall,
You'l Ihew a little Honeftie.
n^o/. Speake on Sir,
I dare your word Obleflions : If I blulh.
It is to fee a Nobleman want manners.
Sur. I had rather want thofe, then my head ;
Haue at you.
Firft, that without the Kings alTent or knowledge.
You wrought to be a Legate, by which power
You maim'd the lurifdiilion of all Bilhops.'
fVor. Then, That in all you writ to Rome, or elfe
To Forraigne Princes, Ego & Rex meut
Was ftill infcrib'd : in which you brought the King
To be your Semant.
Suf. Then, that without the knowledge
Either of King or Councell, when you went
Ambaflador to the Emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders, the Great Seale.
Sur. Item, You fent a large Commiftion
To Çregory de Cajfado, to conclude
Without the Kings will, or the States allowance,
A League betweene his Highnefle, and Ferrara.
Suf. That out of meere Ambition, you haue caus'd
Your holy-Hat to be ftampt on the Kings Coine.
Sur. Then, That you haue fent inumerable fubftance,
(By what meanes got, I leaue to your owne confcience)
To furnilh Rome, and to prepare the wayes
You haue for Dignities, to the meere vndooing
Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are.
Which fince they are of you, and odious,
I will not taint my mouth with.
Cham. O my Lord,
Prefle not a falling man too farre:'tis Vertue :
His faults lye open to the Lawes,let them
(Not you) correft him. My heart weepes to fee him
So little, of his great Seife.
Sur. I forgiue him.
Suf. Lord Cardinall, the Kings further pleafure is,
Becaufe all thofe things you haue done of late
By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome,
Fall into'th'compafle of a Premuniré j
That therefore fuch a Writ be fued againft you.
To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,
Caftles, and whatfoeuer, and to be
Out of the Kings proteilion. This is my Charge.
Nor. And fo wee'l leaue you to your Meditations
How to liue better. For your ftubborne anfwer
About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs.
The King ihall know it, and (no doubt) ihal thanke you.
So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinall.
Exeunt all but IVolfey.
W*l. So farewell, to the little good you beare me.
Farewell ? A long farewell to all my Greatnefte.
This is the ftate of Man ; to day he puts forth
The tender Leaues of hopes, to morrow Bloflbmes,
And beares his bluftiing Honors thicke vpon him :
The third day, comes a Froft; a killing Froft,
And when he thinkes, good eafie man, full furely
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His GreatneiTe is a ripening, nippes his rooce,
And then he ^Is as 1 do. 1 haue ventured
Like little wanton Boyes that fwim on bladders :
This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,
But farre beyond my depth: my high-blowne Pride
At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me
Weary,and old with Seruice, to the mercy
Of a rude ftreame, that muft for euer hide me.
Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye,
I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched
Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours?
There is betwixt thatfmile we would afpire too,
That fweet Afpe¿l of Princes, and their ruine,
More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue ;
And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer,
Neuer to hope againe.
Enter Cronvwell^ fianding ama%ed»
Why how now Qromvcell ?
Crom. I haue no power to fpeake Sir.
Car. What, amazM
At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder
A great man ihould decline. Nay, and you weep
lam falne indeed.
Crom. How does your Grace.
Card. Why well :
Neuer fo truly happy, my good Cromwelly
I know my felfe now, and I feele within me,
A peace aboue all earthly Dignities,
Aftill,and quiet Confcience. The King ha*s cur'd me,
I humbly thanke his Grace : and from thefe ihoulders
Thefe ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken
A loade, would finke a Nauy, (too much Honor.)
0 'tis a burden Cromvely 'tis a burden
Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.
Crom. I am glad your Grace,
Ha's made that right vfe of it.
Card. I hope 1 haue :
1 am able now (me thinkes)
(Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)
To endure more Mlferies, and greater farre
Then my Weake-hearted Enemies, dare offer.
What Newes abroad?
Crom, The heauieft, and the worft.
Is your difpleafure with the King.
Card. God bleffe him.
Crom. The next is, that Sir Tibornas Moore is chofen
Lord Chancellor, in your place.
Card. That's fomewhat fodain.
But he's a Learned man. May he continue
Long in his Highneffe fauour, and do luftice
For Truths-fake, and his Confcience ; that his bones.
When he ha's run his courfe, and flecpesin Bleffings,
May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him.
What more ?
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Inftall'd Lord Arch-byihop of Canterbury«
Card. That's Newes indeed.
Crom. Laif, that the Lady Annty
Whom the King hath in fecrecie long married.
This day was view'd in open, as his Queene,
Going to Chappell : and the voyce is now
Onely about her Corronation.
Card. There was the waight that pull'd me downe.
O Qromveelly
The King ha's gone beyond me : All my Glories
In that one woman, 1 haue loíl for euer.
No Sun, /hall euer v/her forth mine Honors,
Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted
Vpon my fmiles« Go get thee from me Cromvoely
I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now
To be thy Lord, and Mafter. Seeke the King
(That Sun, I pray may neuer fet).I haue told him.
What, and how true thou art ; he will aduance thee ;
Some little memory of me, will ftirre him
(I know his Noble Nature) not to let
Thy hopefull feruice peri/h too. Good Cromncell
Negledf him not; make vfe now,and prouide
For thine owne future fafcty.
Crom. O my Lord,
Muft I then leaue you ? Muft I needes forgo
So good, fo Noble, and fo true a Mafter ?
Beare witneffe, all that haue not hearts of Iron,
With what a forrow Cromrvel leaues his Lord.
The King lhall haue my feruice j but my prayres
For euer, and for euer /hall be yours.
Card. Cromrrely I did not thinke to Ihed a teare
In all my Miferies : But thou haft forc'd me
(Out of thy honeft truth) to play the Woman,
Let's dry our eyes : And thus farre heare me Cromrvely
And when I am forgotten, as I lhall be.
And fteepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Of me, more muft be heard of : Say I taught thee;
Say IVoljeyy that once trod the wayes of Glory,
And founded all the Depths,and Shoaks of Honor,
Found thee a way (out of his wracke)to rife in :
A fure, and fafe one, though thy Mafter mift it,
Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me :
Cromxpely I charge thee, fling away Ambition,
By that finne fell the Angels : how can man then
(The Image of his Maker Jhope to win by it?
Loue thy felfe laft, cheriih thofe hearts that hate thee ;
Corruption wins not more then Honefty.
Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace
To filence enuious Tongues. Be iuft,and feare not;
Let all the ends thou aym'ft at, be thy Countries,
Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fairft(0 Cromycell)
Thou fall'ft a bleíTed Martyr.
Serue the King : And prythee leade me in :
There take an Inuentory of all 1 haue,
To the laft peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe,
And my Integrity to Heauen, is all,
I dare now call mine owne. O Cromvoely Cromvcely
Had I but feru'd my God, with hälfe the Zeale
I feru'd my King : he would not in mine Age
Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, haue patience.
Card. So I haue. Farewell
The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell.
Exeunt.
AStusQuartus. Scena'Lrima.
Enter two Gentlemeny meeting one another,
1 Y'are well met once againe.
2 So are you.
I You come to take your ftand heere, and behold
The Lady Anne, pafíc from her Corronation,
2 'Tis
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2 'Tis all my bufineíTe. At our laft encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall.
1 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow,
This general! ioy.
2 'Tis well : The Citizens
I am fure haue ihewne at full their Royall minds,
As let'em haue their rights,they are euer forward
In Celebration of this day with Shewes,
Pageants, and Sights of Honor.
1 Neuer greater,
Nor lie aíTure you better taken Sir.
2 May I be bold toaske what that containes,
That Paper in your hand.
I Yes, 'tis the Lift
Of thofe that claime their Offices this day.
By cuftome of the Coronation.
The DukeofSuffolkeis the firft,and claimes
To be high Stewardj Next the Duke of Norfolke,
He to be Earle Mariliall : you may reade the reft.
I I thanke you Sir ; Had I not known thofe cuftoms,
I Ihould haue beene beholding to your Paper :
But I befeech you, what's become of Katherine
The PrinceiTe Dowager? How goes her bufinelTe ?
1 That I can tell you too. The Archbilhop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned, and Reuerend Fathers of his Order,
Held a late Court at Dunftable j fixe miles off
From Ampthill, where thePrmceffe lay, to which
She was often cyted by them,but appear'd not;
And to be ftiort, for not Appearance,and
The Kings late Scruple, by the maine affent
Of all thefe Learned men, ihe was diuorc'd.
And the late Marriage made of none effeÛ ;
Since which, ihe was remou'd to Kymmalton,
Where (he remaines now ficke.
2 Alas good Lady.
The Trumpets found : Stand clofe,
The Queene is comming. Ho-hoyes.
The Order of the Coronation.
1 liuely Flourißt of Trumpets.
2 Then, two ludges.
3 Z^rifChancellor, with Purfe and ç^ace before him.
4 Quirrifters fmging. Muficke.
5 Maior of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in
biá Coate of Armes, and on hü head be wore a Gilt Copper
Qrowne.
6 Marqueffe Doriet, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on hü bead,
a Demy Coronall of Çold, With him, the Earle of Surrey,
bearing the Rod of Siluer with the Doue, Crowned with an
Earles Coronet. Collars of EJfes.
7 Duke of Suffolke, in hü Rpbe of Eßate,bü Coronet on hü
bead, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With
him, the Duhp o/* Norfolke, with the Rod of Marßalfloip,
a Coronet on hü bead. Collars of EJfes.
8 A Canopy, borne by foure of the Cinque-Ports, vnder it
the Qiteene in her Robe, in her haire, richly adorned with
Tearle, Crowned. On eachßde her, the Bißops of London,
and Winchefter.
9 The Olde DutcheiTe of Norfolke, in a Coronall of Çold,
wrought with Flowers,bearing the ¿^eenes Trame.
I o Certaine Ladies or Coun telles, with plaine Circlets of
Çold, without Flowers.
Extnnt, firß pajfmg ouer the Stage in Order and State, and
then, A great Flouriß of Trumpets,
2 A Royall Traine beleeue me : Thefe I know;
Who's that that beares the Scepter ?
1 Marqueffe Dorfet,
And that the Earle of Surrey,with the Rod.
2 A bold braue Gentleman* That ihould bee
The Duke of Suffolke.
1 'Tis the fame : high Steward.
2 And that my Lord of Norfolke ?
1 Yes.
2 Heauen bleffe thee.
Thou haft the fweeteft face I euer look'd on.
Sir, as I haue a Soule,ihe is an Angelí
Our King ha's all the Indies in his Armes,
And more, and richer, when he ftraines that Lady,
1 cannot blame his Confcience.
1 They that beare
The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.
2 Thofe men are happy,
And fo are all,are neere her.
I take it,Ihe that carries vp the Traine,
Is that old Noble Lady, Dutcheffe of Norfolke,
1 It is,and all the reft are Counteffes.
2 Their Coronets fay fo. Thefe are Starres indeed,
And fometimes falling ones.
2 No more of that*
Enter a third Gentleman.
1 God faue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling?
3 Among the crow'd i'th'Abbey, where a finger
Could not be wedg'd in more : I am ftifled
With the meere rankneffe of their ioy.
2 You faw the Ceremony f
3 That I did.
1 How was it ?
3 Well worth the feeing*
2 Good Sir,fpeake it to vs ?
3 As well as I am able. The rich ftreame
Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene
To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off
A diftance from herj while her Grace fate downe
To reft a while, fome hälfe an houre, or fo.
In a rich Chaire of State, oppofing freely
The Beauty of her Perfon to the People.
Beleeue me Sir, Ihe is the goodlieft Woman
That euer lay by man : which when the people
Had the full view of, fuch a noyfe arofe,
As the Ihrowdes make at Sea, in a ftift'e Tempeft,
As lowd,and to as many Tunes* Hats,Cloakes,
(Doublets, I thinke) Hew vp, and had their Faces
Bin loofe, this day they had beene loft. Such ioy
I neuer law before. Great belly'd women,
That had not hälfe a weeke to go, like Rammes
In the old time of Warre, would ihake the preafe
And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing
Could fay this is my wife there, all were wouen
So ftrangely in one peece.
2 But what follow'd ?
3 At length, her Grace rofcjand with modeft paces
Came to the Altar, where ihe kneerd,and Saint-like
Caft her faire eyes to Heauen,and pray'd deuoutly.
Then rofe againe,and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Arch-bylhop of Canterbury,
She had all the Royall makings of a Queene 5
As holy Oyle, Edward Confclfors Crowne,
The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all fuch Emblèmes
Laid Nobly on her : which perform'd, the Quire
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With all the choyfeft Muficke of the Kingdome,
Together fung Te Deum. So Ihe parted,
And with the fame full State pac'd backe againe
To Yorke-Place, where the Feaft is held.
1 Sir,
You mull no more call it Yorke-place, that's pall :
For fmce the Cardinall fell, that Titles loll,
'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White-Hall.
3 I know it :
But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name
Is frelh about me.
a What two Reuerend Bylhops
Were thofe that went on each fide of the Queene?
3 Sto\eley and Gardiner, the one of Wincheller,
Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary :
The other London.
2 He of Wincheller
Is held no great good louer of the Archbilhops,
The vertuous Cranmer.
3 All the Land knowes that:
How euer, yet there is no great breach, when it comes
Qranmer will finde a Friend will not Ihrinke from him.
2 Who may that be, I pray you.
3 Thomae Cronmell,
A man in much efteeme with th'KIng, and truly
A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him
Mailer o'th'Iewell Houfe,
And one already of the Priuy Councell.
2 He will deferue more.
3 Yes without all doubt.
Come Gentlemen, ye lhall go my way.
Which is to'th Court, and there ye lhall be my Guells:
Something I can command. As I walke thither.
He tell ye more.
Both. You may command vs Sir. Sxeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Katherine Dowager, ßcl^e, lead betweene Çriffith,
her Gentleman Vßter, and tatience
her Woman.
Grif. How do's your Grace ?
Kath. O Griffith, licke to death :
My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth,
Willing to leaue their burthen : Reach a Chaire,
So now (me thinkes) I feele a little eafe.
Did'll thou not tell me Grifiith, as thou lead'll mee.
That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Woljey
Was dead
Grif. Yes Madam : but I thanke your Grace
Out of the paine you fuffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
Kath. Pre'thee good Tithy tell me how he dy'de.
If well, he ftept before me happily
For my example.
Gnf. Well, the voyce goes Madam,
For after the ftout Earle Northumberland
Arreiled him at Yorke, and brought him forward
As a man forcly tainted, to his Anfwer,
He fell (icke fodainly, and grew fo ill
He could not fit his Mule.
Kath. Alas poore man.
Grif.At laft, with eafie Rodes, he came to Leicefter,
Lodg'd in the Abbey j where the reuerend Abbot
With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him ;
To whom he gaue thefe words. O Father Abbot,
An old man, broken with the ftormes of State,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye :
Giue him a little earth for Charity.
So went to bed j where eagerly his fickneíTe
Purfu'd him ftill, and three nights after this.
About the houre of eight, which he himfelfe
Foretold ihould be his laft, full of Repentance,
Continual! Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes,
He gaue his Honors to the world agen,
HisbleíTed part to Heauen,and ilept in peace.
Kath. So may he reft.
His Faults lye gently on him :
Yet thus farre Griffithy giue me leaue to fpeake him,
And yet with Charity. He was a man
Of an vnbounded ftomacke, euer ranking
Himfelfe with Princes. One that by fuggeftion
Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play.
His owne Opinion was his Law. Fth'preience
He would fay vntruths, and be euer double
Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
(But where he meant to Ruine )pittifull.
His Promifes, were as he then was, Mighty :
But his performance, as he is now, Nothing :
Of his owne body he was ill,and gaue
The Clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble Madam :
Mens euill manners, liue in Brafle, their Vertues
We write in Water. May it pleafe your Highnefle
To heare me fpeake his good now?
Kath. Yes good Griffithy
I were malicious elfe.
Grif. This Cardinal!,
Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly
Was falhion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle
He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one :
Exceeding wife, faire fpoken, and perfwading :
Lofty, and fowre to them that lou'd him not :
But, to thofe men that fought him, fweet as Summer.
And though he were vnfatisfied in getting,
(Which was a finne) yet in beftowing, Madam,
He was moft Princely : Euerwitnefle for him
Thofe twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipfwich and Oxford :one of which, fell with him,
Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it.
The other (though vnfini/h'd) yet fo Famous,
So excellent in Art,and ftill fo rifing,
That Chriftendome ihall euer fpeake his Vertue.
His Ouerthrow, heap*d Happinefle vpon him :
For then, and not till then, he felt himfelfe,
And found the BlelTednelTe of being little.
And to adde greater Honoi"s to his Age
Then man could giue him^he dy'de, fearing God.
Kath. After my death, I wilh no other Herald,
No other fpeaker of my liuing Allions,
To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
But fuch an honeftChronrcler as gnf.th.
Whom I moll hated Liuing, thou hall made mee
With thy Religious Truth,and Modellie,
('Now in his Alhes)Honor : Peace be with him.
Patience, be neere me lllll, and fet me lower,
I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Caufe the Mufitians play me that fad note
I nam'd my Knell ; whil'll I fit meditating
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I On that Cceleftiall Harmony I go too.
Sati and Jolemne (f^fußckf-
Grîf.%ht is aíleep Î Good wench,let's fit down quiet,
For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience,
The XJißon.
Enter Jclemnely tripping one after another^ fixe PerfonageSy
clad in xrhite Robes y xvearing on their beades Garlands of
Bayes ,and golden Vi%ards on their faces. Branches of Bayes
or Valme in their bands. They ßrß Conge *vnto her, then
Dance : and at certaine Changes, the fitß ttto bold a fpare
Qarland ouer ber Head, at •abicb the other foure ma^e re-
uerend Curtfies. Then the tvo that held the Garland, deli-
uer the fame to the other next tno, rrho objerue the fame or¬
der in their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her
head. \i'hich done, they deliuer the fame Çarland to the
laß tvpo : rpho lH^evfe obferue the fame Order, tAt rehicb
(orf it Teere by injpiration') fhe maizes fin herßeepe) ßgnes of
reioycing, and holdetb *up her hands to heauen. And fo,in
their dancing vaniß, carrying the Garland with them^ ,
The oThTußchp continues.
Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone 1
And leaue me beere in wretchedneiîe, behinde ye?
Grtf Madam, we are heere.
Kath. It is not you I call for,
Saw ye none enter fince I fiept ?
Grif. None Madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not euen now a blefled Troope
Inuite me to a Banquet, whofe bright faces
Call thoufand beames vpon me,like the Sun?
They promised me eternall Happinefie,
And brouglit me Garlands {Griffith) v/h\ch I feele
I am not worthy yet to weare : I fiiall aíTuredly.
Grif. I am moil ioyfull Madam, fuch good dreames
PoíTeííe your Fancy.
Kath. Bid the Muficke leaue,
They are harlh and heauy to me. Mußcke ceafes.
Pati. Do you note
How much her Grace is altered on the fodaine P
How long her face is drawne ? How pale fiie lookes,
And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?
Grif. She is going Wench. Pray,pray.
Pati. Heauen comfort her.
Enter a cAieJfenger,
Mef. And't like your Grace
Kath. You are a fawcy Fellow,
Deferue we no more Reuerence ?
Grif, You are too blame.
Knowing Ihe will not loofe her wonted Greatnefie
To vfe fo rude behauiour. Go too, knee le.
Mef, I humbly do entreat your Highnefle pardon,
My hall made me vnmannerly. There is Haying
A Gentleman fent from the King, to fee you.
Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow
Let me neVe fee againe. Exit Meffeng.
Enter Lord Capuchiuá.
If my fight faile not,
You Ihould be Lord Ambaflador from the Emperor,
My Royall Nephew, and your name Capuchius.
Cap. Madam the fame. Your Seruant,
Kath. O my Lord,
The Times and Titles now are altered ilrangely
With me, fince firil you knew me.
But I pray you.
What is your pleafure with me f
Cap. Noble Lady,
Firil mine owne feruice to your Grace, the next
The Kings requcil,that I would vifit you,
Who greeues much for your weaknefle,and by me
Sends you his Princely Commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath.O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,
*Tis like a Pardon after Execution ;
That gentle Phyficke giuen in time,had cur'd me:
But now I am pail all Comforts heere, but Prayers.
How does his HighneiTe ?
Cap. Madam,in good health.
Kath. So may be euer do, and euer flourifli,
When I fliall dwell with Wörmes, and my poore name
Banifii^d the Kingdome. Patience, is that Letter
I caus'd you write, yet fent away ?
Pat, No Madam.
Kath, Sir, I moil humbly pray you to deliuer
This to my Lord the King.
Cap. Moil willing Madam.
Kath. In which I haue commended to his goodneíTe
The Modell of our chaile loues : his yong daughter,
The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Bleflings on her,
Befeeching him to giue her vertuous breeding.
She is yong, and of a Noble modeil Nature,
I hope file will deierue well ; and a little
To loue her for her Mothers fake, thatlou'd him,
Heauen knowes how deerely.
My next poore Petition,
Is, that his Noble Grace would haue fome pittie
Vpon my wretched women, that fo long
Haue followed both my Fortunes,faithfully,
Of which there Is not one, I dare auow
(And now I fiiould not lye) but will deferue
For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule,
For honeilie,and decent Carriage
A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)
And fure thofe men are happy that ihall haue'em.
The lail is for my men, they are the pooreil,
(But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me)
That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em.
And fomething ouer to remember me by.
If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life
And able meanes, we had not parted thus.
Thefe are the whole Contents, and good my Lord,
By that you loue the deereil in this world.
As you wiih Chriilian peace to foules departed,
Stand thefe poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King
To do me this laft right.
Cap. By Heauen I will,
Or let me loofe the falhion of a man.
Kath, I thanke you honed Lord. Rememberme
In all humilitie vnto his Highnefie :
Say his long trouble now is pafiing
Out of this world. Tell him in death I bled him
(For fo I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell
My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay 'Patience,
Vou mud not leaue me yet. I mud to bed.
Call in more women. When I am dead,good Wench,
Let me be vs'd with Honor j drew me ouer
With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chade Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me,
Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like
A Qi^eene, and Daughter to a King enterre me.
I can no more.
Exeunt leading Katherine.
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ASius Quintus. Seena Trima.
Enter Gardiner Eißop of JVincheßerya Page rvith a Torch
before bimymet by Sir Thomas Louell.
Card. It's one a clocke Boy,Js't not.
^oy. It hath ftrooke,
Gard. Thefe fliould be heures for necefsities,
Not for delights : Times to repayreour Nature
With comforting repoie, and not for vs
To wafte thefe times. Good houre of night Sir Thomas'.
Whether fo late ?
Lou. Came you from the King,my Lord?
Gar. I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero
With the Duke of SufFolke.
Lou. I muft to him too
Before he go to bed. He take my leaue.
Gard. Not yet Sir Thomas Louell : what's the matter ?
It feemes you are in haft : apd if there be
No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend
Some touch of your late bufineffe : Affaires that walke
(As they fay Spirits do) at midnight,haue
In them a wilder Nature, then the buftneffe
That feekes difpatch by day.
Lou. My Lord, 1 loue you j
And dürft commend a fecret to your eare
Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor
They fay in great Extremity, and fear'd
SheeM with the Labour, end.
Gard. The fruite Ihe goes with
I pray for heartily, that it may finde
Good time,and Hue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,
I wi/h it grubb'd vp now.
Lou. Me thlnkes I could
Cry the Amen, and yet my Confcience fayes
Shee's a good Creature, and fweet-Ladie do's
Deferue our better wiihes.
Gard, But Sir, Sir,
Heare me Sir Thomas, y'are a Gentleman
Of mine owne way. I know you Wife, Religious,
And let me tell you, it will ne're be well,
'Twill not Sir Thomas Louell, tak't of me,
Till CranmeryCromwel, her two hands, and Ihee
Sleepe in their Graues.
Louell. Now Sir, you fpeake of two
The moft remark'd i'th'Kingdome ; as for Crcmvoell,
Befide that of the lewelUHoufe, is made Mafter
O'th'Rolles, and the Kings Secretary. Further Sir,
Stands in the gap and Trade of moe Preferments,
With which the Lime will loade him. Th'Archbyfliop
Is the Kings hand, and tongue,and who dare fpeak
One fyllable againft him.^
Gard. Ves,yes,Sir Thomas,
There are that Dare, and I my felfe haue ventur'd
To fpeake my minde of him : and indeed this day,
Sir (I may tell it you)l thinke I haue
Incenft the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is
(For fo I know he is, they know he is)
A moft Arch-Heretiijue, a Peftilence
That does infeét the Land : with which, they moued
Haue broken with the King, who hath fo farre
Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,
And Princely Care, fore-feeing thofe fell Mifchiefes,
56J
Our Reafons layd before him, hath commanded
To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord
He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas,
And we muft root him out. From your Affaires
I hinder you too long :Good night, Sir
Sxit Gardiner and Page.
Lö«.Many good nights, my Lord, I reft your feruant.
Enter King and Suffoll^.
King. Charles, I will play no more to night,
My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me.
Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before.
King. But little Charles,
Nor ihall not when my Fancies on my play.
Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou. I could not peribnally deliuer to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman,
I fent your Meffage,who return'd her thankes
In the great'ft humbleneffe, and defir'd your Hlghneffe
Moft heartily to pray for her.
King. What fay'ft thou? Ha ?
To pray for her? What; is Ihe crying out ?
Lou. So faid her woman, and that her fuffrance made
Almoft each pang,a death.
King. Alas good Lady.
Suf God fafely quit her of her Burthen, and
With gentle Trauaile, to the gladding of
Your Highneffe with an Heire.
King. 'Tis midnight Charles,
Prythee to bed, and in thy Prayres remember
Th'eftate of my poore Q^^eene. Leaue me alone,
For I muft thinke of that, which company
Would not be friendly too.
Suf. I wiih your Highneffe
A quiet night, and my good Miftris will
Remember in my Prayers.
King. Charles good night. Exit SuffolJ^.
Well Sir, what followes?
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Den. Sir, I haue brought my Lord the Arch-byihop,
As you commanded me.
King, Ha? Canterbury?
Den. I my good Lord,
King. 'Tis true : where is he Denny}
Den. He attends your Highneffe pleafure.
King, Bring him to Vs.
Lou. This is about that, which the Byihop fpake,
I am happily come hither.
Enter Cranmer and Denny.
King. Auoyd the Gallery. Louel feemes to fay.
Ha ? I haue faid. Be gone.
What ? Exeunt Louell and Denny.
Cran. I am fearefull : Wherefore frownes he thus ?
'Tis his Afpeil of Terror. All's not well.
King, How now my Lord ?
You do defire to know wherefore
I fent for you.
Cran. It is my dutie
T'attend your Highneffe pleafure.
King. Pray you arife
My good and gracious Lord of Canterburie ;
Come,you and I muft walke a turne together
I haue Newes to tell you.
Come, come, giue me your hand.
Ah my good Lord, I greeue at what I fpeake.
And am right forrie to repeat what followes.
I haue, and moft vnwillingly of late
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Heard many greeuous. I do fay my Lord
Greeuous complaints of you ; which being confider'd,
Haue mou'd Vs, and our Councell,that you ihall
This Morning come before vs, where I know
You cannot with fuch freedome purge your felfe,
But that till furtherTriall, in thofe Charges
Which will require your Anfwer, you muft take
Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your houfe our Towre : you,a Brother of v»
It fits we thus proceed, or elfe no witnefle
Would come againft you.
Cran. I humbly thanke your Highnefle,
And am right glad to catch this good occafion
Moft throughly to be winnowed, where my Chaffe
And Corne ihall flye afunder. For I know
There's none ftands vnder more calumnious tongues,
Then I my felfe, poore man.
King. Stand yp, good Canterbury,
Thy Truth, and thy Integrity is rooted
In vs thy Friend. Giue me thy hand, ftand vp,
Prythee let's walke. Now by my Holydame,
What manner of man are you ? My Lord, I look'd
You would haue giuen me your Petition, that
I ihould haue tane fome paines, to bring together
Your felfe, and your Accufers, and to haue heard you
Without indurante further.
Gran. Moft dread Liege,
The good I ftand on, is my Truth and Honeftie:
If they ihall faile, 1 with mine Enemies
Will triumph o're my perfon, which I waigh not,
Being of thofe Vertues vacant. I feare nothing
What can be faid againft me.
King. Know you not
How your ftate ftands i'th'world, with the whole world?
Your Enemies are many, and not fmall ; their pra¿Iifes
Muft beare the fame proportion,and not euer
The luftice and rhe Truth o'th'queftion carries
The dew o'th'Verdift with it; at what eafe
Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt
To fweare againft you : Such things haue bene done.
You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice
Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,
I meane in periur'd WitneiTe, then your Mafter,
Whofe Minifter you are, whiles heere he liu'd
Vpon this naughty Earth f Go too, go too.
You take a Precepic for no leape of danger.
And woe your owne deftru£Iion.
Gran. God, and your Maiefty
Proteil mine innocence, or I fall into
The trap is laid for me.
King. Be of good cheere.
They ihall no more preuaile, then we giue way too :
Keepe comfort to you,and this Morning lee
You doappeare before them. Ifthey fliall chance
In charging you with matters, to commit you :
The beft perfwafions to the contrary
Faile not to vfe, and with what vehemencie
Th'occafion lhall inftruilyou. If intreaties
Will render you no remedy, this Ring
Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs
There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps :
He's honeft on mine Honor. Gods bleft Mother,
I fweare he is true-hearted, and a foule
None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone.
And do as I haue bid you. Exit Cranmer.
He ha's ftrangled his Language in his teares.
Enter Olde Lady»
Gent.vpithin. Come backe ; what meane you?
Lady, lie not come backe, the tydings that I bring
Will make my boldnelTe, manners. Now good Angels
Fly oTe thy Royall head, and ftiade thy perfon
Vnder their blelfed wings.
King. Now by thy lookes
I gefle thy MelTage, Is the Q^eene deliuer'd ?
Say I, and of a boy.
Lady. 1,1 my Liege,
And of a louely Boy : the God of heauen
Both now, and euer bleífe her : 'Tis a Gyrle
Promifes Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen
Delires your Vifitation, and to be
Acquainted with this ftraoger; 'tis as like you,
As Cherry, is to Cherry.
King. LouelU
Lou. Sir.
King. Giue her an hundred Markes.
He to the Qi^eene. Exit King.
Lady^ An hundred Markes? By this light, He ha more.
An ordinary Groome is for fuch payment.
I will baue more, or fcold it out of him.
Said I for this, the Gyrle was like to him? He
Haue more, or elfe vnfay't : and now, while'tis hot,
He put it to the iíTue. Exit Ladie.
Seena Secunda.
Enter QranmeryArcbbyficp of Canterbury.
Gran. I hope I am not too late,and yet the Gentleman
That was fent to me from the Councell, pray'd me
To make great haft. All faft ? What meanes this? Hoa?
Who waites there? Sure you know me?
Enter Keeper.
Keep. Yes, my Lord :
But yet I cannot helpe you.
Gran. Why?
Keep. Your Grace muft waight till you be call'd for.
Enter DoBor ^uts.
Gran, So.
Buts. This is a Peere of Malice : I am glad
I came this way fo happily. The King
Shall vnderftand it prefently. Exit ^uts
Gran. 'Tis 'Butî.
The Kings Phyfitian, as he paft along
How earneftly he caft his eyes vpon me :
Pray heauen he found not my difgrace : for certaine
This is of purpofe laid by fome that hate me,
(^God turne their hearts, I neuer fought their malice)
To quench mine Honor; they would ihame to make me
Wait elfe at doore : a fellow Counccllor
'Mong Boyes, Groomes,and Lackeyes.
But their plcafures
Muft be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter the King^and ButSy at a fVindowe
aboue.
Buts. He (hew your Grace the ftrangeft fight.
King. What's that Buts ?
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'Su'ts. I thinke your HighnefTe faw this many a day.
Ki«. Body a me : where is it ?
'Bults, There my Lord :
The high promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,
Who holds his State at dore 'mongft Purfeuants,
Pages, and Foot-boyes.
Kin. Ha ? 'Tis he indeed.
Is this the Honour they doe one another ?
'Tis well there's one aboue 'em yet; I had thought
They had parted fo much honefty among 'em,
At lealb good manners; as not thus to fuller
A man of his Place, and fo neere our fauour
To dance attendance on their Lordlhips pleafures,
And at the dore too, like a Poft with Packets :
By holy Mary (^Buits) there's knauery;
Let'em alone, and draw the Curtaine clofe :
We fliall heare more anon,
ui Councell Table brought in with Chayres and Stocks, and
placed -under the State. Enter Lord Chancellour, places
himfelfe at the -upper end of the Table, on the left hand :
State being left -void aboue him, as for Canterburies Seate.
Du^e of Suffol\e, Dulce of NorfoUcç, Surrey, Lord Cham-
berlaine, Gardiner, feat themjelues in Order on each fide,
Crotrmell at loner end, as Secretary,
Chan, Speake to the bufinelfe, M. Secretary;
^hy are we met in Councell f
Crom. Pleafe your Honours,
The chiefe caufe concernes his Grace of Canterbury,
Çard, Ha's he had knowledge of it
Crom, Ves.
Norf. Who waits there '
Keep. Without my Noble Lords ?
Gard. Yes.
Keep. My Lord Archbilhop i
And ha's done hälfe an houre to know your pleafures.
Chan. Let him come in.
Keep, Your Grace may enter now.
Cranmer approches the Councell Table.
Chan. My good Lord Archbilhop, I'm very forry
To fit heere at this prefent,and behold
That Chayre Hand empty : But we all are men
In our owne natures fraile, and capable
Of our llelh, few are Angels; out of which frailty
And want of wifedome, you that bell Ihould teach vs.
Haue mifdemean'd your felfe, and not a little :
Tojvard the King firft, then his Lawes, in filling
The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines
(For fo we are inform'd) with new opinions,
Diuers and dangerous ; which are Herelies ;
And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.
Gard. Which Reformation muft be fodaine too
My Noble Lords; for thofe that tame wild Horfes,
Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle ;
But ftop their mouthes with ftubborn Bits & fpurre 'em.
Till they obey the mannage. If we fuffer
Out of our ealineffe and childilh pitty
To one mans Honour, this contagious ficknelfe ;
Farewell all Phylicke: and what followes then ?
Commotions, vprores, with a generali Taint
Of the whole State; as of late dayes our neighbours.
The vpper Germany can deerely witnelTe :
Yet frelhly pittied in our memories.
Cran, My good Lords ; Hitherto, in all the Progrefle
Both of my Life and Office, I haue labour'd.
And with no little lludy, that my teaching
And the ftrong courfe of my Authority,
Might goe one way,and fafely;and the end
Was euer to doe well : nor is there liuing,
(I fpeake it with a fingle heart, my Lords)
A man that more detells, more ftirres againft.
Both in his priuate Confcience, and his place,
Defacers of a publique peace then I doe :
Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart
With lelfe Allégeance in it. Men that make
Enuy, and crooked malice, nourifliment ;
Dare bite the beft. 1 doe befeech your Lordlhips,
That in this cafe of luftice, my Accufers,
Be what they will, may ffernd forth face to face.
And freely vrge againft me.
Suff, Nay, my Lord,
That cannot be; you are a Counfellor,
And by that vertue no man dare accufe you. (ment,
Gard, My Lord, becaufe we haue bufines of more mo-
We will be Ihort with you. 'Tis his HighnefTe pleafure
And our confent,for better tryall of you.
From hence you be committed to the Tower,
Where being but a priuate man againe.
You lhall know many dare accufe you boldly,
More then (I feare) you are prouided for.
Cran, Ah my good Lord of Wincheßer -, I thanke you.
You are alwayes my good Friend, if your will pafTe,
I fhall both finde your Lordfhip, ludge and luror.
You are fo mercifull. I fee your end,
'Tis my vndoing. Loue and meekenefTe, Lord
Become a Churchman, better then Ambition :
Win ftraying Soules with modefty againe,
Caft none away : That I lhall cleere my felfe,
Lay all the weight ye can vpon my patience,
I make as little doubt as you doe confcience.
In doing dayly wrongs. I could fay more.
But reuerence to your calling, makes me modeft.
Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sedlary,
That's the plaine truth ; your painted glofle difcouers
To men that vnderftand you, words and weaknelTe.
Qrom, My Lord of Wincif^cr, y'are a little.
By your good fauour, too lharpe; Men fo Noble,
How euer faultly, yet Ihould finde refpedl
For what they haue beene : 'tis a cruelty.
To load a falling man.
Gard, Good M. Secretary,
I cry your Honour mercie; you may worft
Of all this Table fay fo.
Crom, Why my Lord.'
Gard, Doe not I know you for a Fauourer
Of this new Seft? ye are not found.
Crom, Not found ?
Gard, Not found I fay.
Crom, Would you were hälfe fo honeft ;
Mens prayers then would feeke you, not their feares.
Çard, 1 lhall remember this bold Language.
Crom, Doe.
Remember your bold life too.
Cham, This is too much;
Forbeare for lhame my Lords.
Gard, I haue done.
Crom, And I.
Cham, Then thus for you my Lord, it Hands agreed
I take it, by all voyces : That forthwith.
You be conuaid to th'Tower a Prifoner;
There to remaine till the Kings further pleafure
Be knowne vnto vs : are you all agreed Lords.
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All. We are.
Cran. Is there no other way of mercy,
But I muft needs to th* Tower my Lords?
Gard. What other,
Would you expefl? You are ftrangely troublefome :
Let fome o'th' Guard be ready there.
Enter the Guard»
Gran. For me ?
Muft I goe like a Traytor thither?
Gard. Receiue him,
And fee him fafe i*th'Tower.
Cran. Stay good my Lords,
I haue a little yet to fay. Looke there my Lords,
By vertue of that Ring,] take my caufe
Out of the gripes of cruell men, and giue it
To a moft Noble Judge, the King my Maifter.
Cham. This is the Kings Ring.
Sur. *Tis no counterfeit.
Suff. 'Ts the right Ring, by Heau'n: I told ye all,
When we ñrft put this dangerous ftone a rowling,
'Twold fall vpon our felues.
Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords
The King will fuíFer but the little finger
Of this man to be vex'df
Cham» Tis now too certaine 5
How much more is his Life in value with him?
Would I were fairely out on't.
Cram. My mind gaue me,
In feeking tales and Informations
Againft this man, whofe honefty the Diuell
And his Difciples onely enuy at,
Ve blew the fire that burnes ye: now haue at ye.
Enter King frowning on them^ tai^s bis Seate.
Gard. Dread Soueraigne,
How much are we bound to Heauen,
In dayly thankes; that gaue vs fuch a Prince;
Not onely good and wife, but moft religious:
One that in all obedience, makes the Church
The cheefe ayme of his Honour, and to ftrengthen
That holy duty out of deare refpedl,
His Royall felfe in Judgement comes to heare
The caufe betwixt her, and this great offender.
Kin. You were euer good at fodaine Commendations,
Biihop of JVincheßer, But know I come not
To heare fuch flattery now, and in my prefence
They are too thin,and bafe to hide offences.
To me you cannot reach. You play the Spaniell,
And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me :
But whatfoere thou tak'ft me for; I'm fure
Thou haft a cruell Nature and a bloody.
Good man fit downe : Now let me fee the proudeft
Hee, that dares moft, but wag his finger at thee.
By all that's holy, he had better ftarue,
Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not.
Sur. May it pleafe your Grace; ——
Kin. No Sir, it doe's not pleafe me,
I had thought, I had had men of fome vnderftanding.
And wifedome of my Councell; but I finde none :
Was it difcretion Lords, to let this man.
This good man (few of you deferue that Title)
This honeft man, wait like a lowfie Foot-boy
At Chamber dore ? and one, as great as you are?
Why, what a lhame was this? Did my Commiflion
Bid ye fo farre forget your felues ? I gaue ye
Power, as he was a Counfellour to try him,
Not as a Groome : There's fome of ye, I fee.
More out of Malice then Integrity,
Would trye him to the vtmoft, had ye meane.
Which ye ihall neuer haue while I Hue.
Chan. Thus farre
My moft dread Soueraigne, may it like your Grace,
To let my tongue excufe all. What was purpos'd
Concerning his Imprifonment, was rather
(If there be faith in men) meant for his Tryall,
And feire purgation to the world then malice,
I'm fure in me.
Kin. Well, well my Lords refpeél him.
Take him, and vfe him well; hee's worthy of it.
I will fay thus much for him, if a Prince
May be beholding to a Subieâ ; I
Am for his loue and feruice, fo to him.
Make me no more adoe,but all embrace him ;
Be friends for ihame my Lords ; My Lord of Canterbury
I haue a Suite which you muft not deny mee.
That is, a faire young Maid that yet wants Baptifme,
You muft be Godfather, and anfwere for her.
Cran. The greateft Monarch now aliue may glory
In fuch an honour : how may I deferue it,
That am a poore and humble Subie^t to you ?
Kin. Come, come my Lord, you'd fpare your fpoones;
You ihall haue two noble Partners with you : the old
Ducheffe of Norfoli^^ and Lady Marqueffe Dorfet ? will
thefe pleafe you ?
Once more my Lord of Wincbeßer^ I charge you
Embrace, and loue this man.
Gard. With a true heart,
And Brother; loue I doe it.
Cran. And let Heauen
Witneffe how deare, I hold this Confirmation, (hearts,
Kin. Good Man, thofe ioyfûll teares ihew thy true
The common voyce I fee is verified
Of thee, which fayes thus : Doe my Lord of Canterbury
A ihrewd turne, and hee's your friend for euer ;
Come Lords, we trifle time away : I long
To haue this young one made a Chriftian.
As I haue made ye one Lords,one remaine:
So I grow ftronger, you more Honour gaine. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Noyfe and Tumult within : Enter Porter and
bis man.
Port, You'l leaue your noyfe anon ye Rafcals : doc
you take the Court for Pariih Garden : ye rude Slaues,
leaue your gaping:
JVitbin. Good M. Porter I belong to th* Larder.
Pörr. Belong to th' Gallowes, and be hang'd ye Rogue:
Is this a place to roare in ? Fetch me a dozen Crab-tree
ftaues, and ftrong ones; thcfc are but fwitches to 'em:
He fcratch your heads ; you muft be feeing Chriftenings?
Do you looke for Ale, and Cakes heere, you rude
Raskalls ?
Man. Pray Sir be patient; 'tis as much impoflible,
Vnleffe wee fweepe 'em from the dore with Cannons,
To fcatter 'em, as 'tis to make 'em flcepe
On May-day Morning, which will neuer be :
We may as well pufti againft Powies as ftirre 'em.
?or. How got they in, and be hang'd ?
Man.
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Man. Alas I know not, how gets the Tide in ?
As much as one found Cudgell of foure foote,
(You fee the poore remainder) could diftribute,
I made no fpare Sir.
Fort. You did nothing Sir.
Man^ I am not Sampjon^ nor Sir Quy^ nor Colehrand,
To mow 'em downe before me : but if I fpar'd any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or /hee, Cuckold or Cuckold-maker :
Let me ne're hope to fee a Chine againe,
And that I would not for a Cow, God faue her,
Within, Do you heare M. Porter ?
Port. 1 Ihall be with you prefently, good M. Puppy y
Keepe the dore clofe Sirha.
Man. What would you haue me doe ?
Por, What Ihould you doe.
But knock 'em downe by th'dozens? Is this More fields
to mufter in ? Or haue wee fome ftrange Indian with the
great TooUy come to Court, the women fo befiege vs ?
BlelTe me, what a fry of Fornication is at dore f On my
Chrifiian Confcience this one Chriftening will beget a
thoufand, here will bee Father, God-father, and all to¬
gether.
Man. The Spoones will be the bigger Sir : There is
a fellow fomewhat neere the doore, he fiiould be a Brafi-
er by his face, for o'my confcience twenty of the Dog-
dayes now reigne in's Nofe^ all that fiand 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 Nofe difcharged againfi mee ^ hee (lands there
like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberda-
ihers Wife of (mail wit, neere him, that raifd vpon me,
till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head, for kindling
fuch a combuftion in the State. I mift the Meteor once,
and hit that Woman, who cryed out Clubbes, when I
might fee from farre, fome forty Truncheoners draw to
her fuccour, which were the hope o'th' Strond where (he
was quartered ^ they fell on, I made good my place ; at
length they came to th' broome ilafïe to me, 1 defide 'em
ftil, when fodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em, loofe (hot,
deliuer'd fuch a (howre of Pibbles, that I was faine to
draw mine Honour in, and let 'em win the Worke, the
Diuell was amongil 'em I thinke furely.
for. Thefe are the youths that thunder at a Playhoufe,
and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience but the
tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbes of Limehoufe,
their deare Brothers are able to endure. I haue fome of
*em in Limbo fatrum^ and there they are like to dance
thefe three dayes^ befides the running Banquet of two
Beadles, that is to come.
Enter Lord Chamheriaine.
Cham. Mercy o'me î what a Multitude are heere ?
They grow ftill tooj from all Parts they are comming,
As if we kept a Faire heere? Where are thefe Porters f
Thefe lazy knauesf Y'haue made a fine hand fellowes?
Theres a trim rabble let in; are all thefe
Your faithfull ftiends o'th'Suburbs? We (hall haue
Great (lore of roome no doubt, left for the Ladies,
When they pafle backe from the Chriftening ?
Por. And't pleafe your Honour,
We are but menjand what fo 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 j lie lay ye all
By th' heeles, and fodainly.and on your heads
Clap round Fines fornegledl : y'are lazy knaues,
And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards, when
Ye ihould doe Seruice. Harke the Trumpets found,
Th'are come already from the Chriftening,
Go breake among the preaife, and finde away out
To let the Troope paiTe fairelyj or He finde
A Marftiallfey, (hall hold ye play thefe two Monthes.
for. Make way there, for the PrincelTe.
Man. You great fellow.
Stand clofe vp, or lie make your head ake.
Por. You i'th'ChambIet,get vp o'th'raile.
He pecke you o're the pales elfe. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Enter Trumpets founding ; Then two Aldermen, L. Maior^
Gartery Cranmery Dukp of Norfolkp with hü Marfhals
Staffcy Duhy of Suffolf^py two Nohlemeny bearing great
ß an ding 'Bowles for the Chrißening Guifts : Then foure
Noblemen hearing a C^nopyy under which the Dutchejfe of
Norfolkpy Godmother^ bearing the Childe richly habited in
a Manthy &c. Traine borne by a Lady : Then followes
the Marchionejfe Dorfety the other Qodmothery and La¬
dies. The Troope pajfe once about the Stage, and Gar¬
ter fpeal^es.
Gart. Heauen
From thy endlefte goodneife, fend profperous life.
Long, and euer happie, to the high and Mighty
PrinceíTe of England Elizabeth.
Flourifh, Enter King and Guard.
Cran. And to your Royall Grace, & the good Queen,
My Noble Partners, and my felfe thus pray
All comfort, ioy in this moft gracious Lady,
Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy.
May hourely fall vpon ye.
Kin, Thanke you good Lord Archbiihop:
What is her Name ?
Cran. Slizabeth,
Kin. Stand vp Lord,
With this KiiTe, take my Blefiing ; God prote£l thee.
Into whofe hand, I giue thy Life.
Gran. Amen.
Kin. My Noble Goifips, y'haue beene too Prodigallj
I thanke ye heartily : So (hall this Lady,
When (he ha's fo much Engliih.
Cran. Let me fpeake 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 ftill moue about her;
Though in her Cradle; yet now promifes
Vpon this Land a thouland thoufand Bleflings,
Which Time (hall bring to ripeneife : She (hall be,
(But few now liuing can behold that goodneife)
A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her,
And all that (hall fucceed : Saba was neuer
More couetous of Wifedome, and faire Vertue
Then this pure Soule (hall be. All Princely Graces
That mould vp fuch a mighty Piece as this is.
With all the Vertues that attend the good.
Shall ftill be doubled on her. Truth (hall Nurfe her.
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Holy and Heauenly thoughts ftlll Counfell her :
She (hall be lou'd and fear'd. Her owne Ihall blefle herj
Her Foes fhake like a Field of beaten Corne,
And hang their heads with forrow :
Good growes with her.
In her dayes, Euery Man Ihall eate in lafety,
Vnder his owne Vine what he plants; and fing
The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours.
God Ihall be truely knowne, and thofe about her,
From her (hall read the perfefb way of Honour,
And by thofe claime their greatneire;not by Blood.
Nor Ihall this peace lleepe with her : But as when
The Bird of Wonder dyes, the Mayden Phoenix,
Her Alhes new create another Heyre,
As great in admiration as her felfe.
So Ihall file leaue her Bleflednefle to One,
(When Heauen lhal call her from this clowd ofdarknes)
Who, from the facred Alhes of her Honour
Shall Star-like rife, as great in ftme as flie was.
And fo Hand fix'd. Peace, Plenty,Loue, Truth, Terror,
That were the Seruants to this chofen Infant,
Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him ;
Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen ihall Ihine,
His Honour,and the greatnefle of his Name,
Shall be,and make new Nations. He Ihall fiourilh.
And like a Mountaine Cedar, reach his branches.
To all the Plaines about him : Our Child tens Children
Shall fee this, and blefle Heauen.
Kin. Thou fpeakeft wonders.
Cran. She Ihall be to the happinefle of England,
An aged PrincelTe ; many dayes Ihall fee her.
And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it.
Would I.had knowne no more : But Ihe mull dye.
She mull, the Saints mull haue her ; yet a Virgin,
A moll vnfpotted Lilly Ihall Ihe pafle
To th' ground, and all the World Ihall mourne her.
Kin, O Lord Archbilhop
Thou hall made me now a man, neuer before
This happy Child, did I get any thing.
This Oracle of comfort, ha's fo pleas'd me.
That when I am in Heauen, I Ihall delire
To fee what this Child does, and praife my Maker.
I thankeyeall. To you my good Lord Maior,
And you good Brethren, I am much beholding :
I haue receiu'd much Honour by your prefence.
And ye lhall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords,
Ve mull all fee the Qi^eene, and Ihe mull thanke ye.
She will be ficke els. This day, no man thinke
'Has bufinefle at his houle; for all lhall Hay:
This Little-One lhall make it Holy-day. Sxeuitt.
The Epilogve.
TJs ten to one^ this Play can neuer pleaje
All that are beere : Some come to ta^ their eafe^
And ßeepe an AB or ttvo 5 but thofe vce feare
Umbaue frighted tpitb our Tumpets : fo *tis cleare^
TbeyT jay tie naught. Others to heare the City
Abused extreamly^and to cry that's rvitty^
Which vpee haue not done neitherthat I fear e
All the expeBed good to are liJ^e to heare»
For this Play at this time, is onely in
The mercifull conßruBion of good ivomen.
For fucb a one rre fhcre^d ^em : If they fmile.
And fay tvill doe\ I hno-w rvitbin a •»hile,
All the beß men are ours', for *tis ill hap.
If they hold, »hen their Ladies bid*em clap.
FINIS.
Xhe Prologue.
II^Troy there lyes the Scene : From lies of Greece
The Princes Orgilloues, their high blood chafd
Haue to the Port of Athensfent their fippes
Fraught with the minifiers and inflruments
Of cruellIFarre : Sixty and nine that wore
Tloeir Qrownets 'pegallfrom th' Athenian hay
Put forth tdVeard Phrygia,and their •vcfto is made
To ranfacke Troy, "Within whofe firong emures
The rauißid Helen, Menelaus Queene,
With wanton Paris fieèpes, and that's the Quarr ell.
To Tenedos they come.
And the deepe-drctwing Parke do there difgorge
Their Warlike frautage : now on Dar dan Plaines
The freß) and yet 'vnbruifed Greekes do pitch
Their braue Pauillions.Vrv3.m% fix-gated C^ty,
Dardan and Timbria, Helias, Chetas, Troien,
And Antenonidus with mafsie Staples
And correjponfiue and fulfilling Bolts
Stirre ^vp the Sonnes of Troy.
HfiW FxpeSlation tickling skittiß fpirits.
On one and other fide, Troian and Gre eke.
Sets all on hazard. And hither am J come,
A Prologue arnCd, but not in confidence
Of Authors pen, or ASÍ or s leoyce ; butfuited
fin like conditions, as our Argument ;
To tell you (faire Beholders) that our Play
Leapes ore the "vaunt and firfilings of thofe broyles.
Beginning in the middle ; fiarting thence aWay,
To what may be digefied in a Play :
Like, or finde fault, do as your pleafures are,
lS[ffw good,or bad, 'tis but the chance ofWarre.
THE TRAGEDIE OF
Troylus and Crefsida.
ASlus 'Primus. Scœna 'íPrima.
Enter Paniartu and Troylm,
TroyltU.
< All here my Varlet, He vnarme againe.
Why Ihould I warre without the wals of Troy
That finde fuch cruell battcll here within ?
' Each Troian that is mafter of his heart,
Let him to field, Triylue alas hath none.
Pan. Will this geere nere be mended
Troy.The Greeks are ftrong, & skilful to their ftrength.
Fierce to their skill,and to their fiercenefle Valiant;
But I am weaker then a womans teare ;
Tamer then ileepe, fonder then ignorance ;
Lefle valiant then the Virgin in the night.
And skillefle as vnpraftis'd Infancie.
Pan. Well, I haue told you enough of this : For my
part. He not meddle nor make no farther. Hee that will
haue a Cake out of the Wheate, muft needes tarry the
grinding.
"Eroy. Haue I not tarried
Pan. I the grinding ; but you muft tarry the bolting.
Troy. Haue I not tarried ?
Pan, I the boulting; but you muft tarry the leau'ing.
Troy. Still haue I tarried.
Pan. I, to the leauening : but heeres yet in the word
hereafter, the Kneading, the making of the Cake, the
heating of the Ouen, and the Baking j nay, you muft ftay
the cooling too,or you may chance to burne your lips.
Troy. Patience her felfe, what Goddefle ere Ihe be.
Doth lefler blench at fufferance,then I doe :
At Priants Royall Table doe I fit j
And when faire Creßd comes into my thoughts.
So (Traitor) then (he comes, when (he is thence.
Pan. Well :
She lookM yefternight fairer,then euer I faw her looke.
Or any woman elfe.
Troy. I was about to tell thee, when my heart.
As wedged with a figh, would riue in twaine,
Leaft HeBor,01 my Father (hould perceiue me :
I haue (as when the Sunne doth light a-fcorne)
Buried this figh, in wrinkle of a fmile:
But forrow,that is couch'd in feeming gladnelfe.
Is like that mirth,Fate turnes to fudden fadnelTe.
Pan. And her haire were not fomewhat darker then
Helens,v/eW go too, there were no more comparifon be-
tweene the Women. But for my part (he is my Kinfwo-
man,I would not (as they tearme it) praife it, but I wold
fome-body had heard her talke yefterday as I did : I will
not difpraife your fifter Caßandra'z wit, but ■
Troy. Oh Pandartu ! I tell thee Pandaría ¡
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 CreJJids loue. Thou anfwer'ft (he is Faire,
Powr'ft in the open Vlcer of my heart,
Her Eyes, her Haire, her Cheeke,her Gate, her Voice,
Handled in thy difcourfe. O that her Hand
(In whofe comparifon, all whites are Inke)
Writing their owne reproach ; to whofe foft feizure.
The Cignets Downe is harih,and fpirit of Senfe
Hard as the palme of Plough-man. This thou tel'ft me ;
As true thou tel'ft me, when I fay I loue her ;
But faying thus,inftead of Oyle and Balme,
Thou lai'ft in euery ga(h that loue hath giuen me,
The Knife that made it.
Pan. I fpeake no more then truth.
Troy. Thou do'ft not fpeake fo much.
Pan. Faith, He not meddle in't : Let her be as (hee is,
if (he be (aire, 'tis the better for her : and (he be not, (he
ha's the mends in her owne hands.
Troy. Good Pandartu : How now Pandartu ?
Pan. 1 haue had my Labour for my trauell,ill thought
on of her, and ill thought on of you : Gone betweene and
betweene, but fmall thankes for my labour.
Troy. What art thou angry Pandarusl what with me?
Pan. Becaufe (he's Kinne to me, therefore (hee's not
fo faire as Helen, and (he were not kin to me, (he would
be as faire on Friday, as Helen is on Sunday. But what
care I ? I care not and (he were a Black-a-JVioore, 'tis all
one to me.
Troy. Say I (he is not faire ?
Troy. I doe not care whether you doe or no. Shee's a
Foole to ftay behinde her Father : Let her to the Greeks,
and fo He tell her the next time I fee her : for my part. He
meddle nor make no more i'th'matter.
Troy. Pandaras ? Pan. Not I.
Troy. Sweete Tandarus.
Tan. Pray you fpeake no more to me, I will leaue all
as I found it,and there an end. Exit Pand.
Sound Alarum.
Tre.Peace you vngracious Clamors,peace rude founds,
Fooles on both ítáes, Helen muft needs be (aire.
When with your bloud you daily paint her thus.
I cannot fight vpon this Argument :
It
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Itis too ftaru'd a fubieft for my Sword,
But Pandarus : O Gods I How do you plague me ?
I cannot come to Creßd but by Pandar^
And he's as teachy to be woo'd to woe,
As the is ftubborne, chaft,againft all fuite.
Tell me Afollo for thy Daphnes Loue
What Creßd is, what Pandar,uni what we :
Her bed is lndia,thete the lies,a Pearle,
Between our Ilium, and where Ihee recides
Let it be cald the wild and wandring flood ,
Our felfe the Merchant,and this fayling Pandar,
Our doubtfull hope, our conuoy and our Barke.
Atarum. Enter zAlneae.
e/£ne. How now Prince troylui ?
Wherefore not a field ?
Troy. Becaufe not there ; this womans anfwer forts.
For womanifli it is to be from thence:
What newes eAlneai from the field to day ?
eAine. That Parù is returned home,and hurt.
Troy. By whom oAlneas í
tAlne. Troyluá by Menelaui.
Troy. Let Paris bleed,'tis but a fear to fcorne,
Paris is gor'd with Menelam home. Alarum.
oy£ne. Harke what good fport is out of Towne to day.
Troy. Better at home, if would I might were may:
But to the fport abroad,are you bound thither.'
c/£ac. In all fwift haft.
Troy. Come goe wee then togither. Exeunt.
Enter Creßd and her man.
Cre. Who were thofe went by ?
Man, Queene Hecuba, ttni Hellen.
Cre. And whether go they
Man. Vp to the Eafterne Tower,
Whofe height commands as fubiedt all the valle.
To fee the battell : Hedor whofe pacience.
Is as a Vertue fi*t, to day was mou'd ;
He c.\i\its Andromache and ftrooke his Armorer,
And like as there were husbandry in Warre
Before the Sunne rofe,hee was harneft lyte.
And to the field goe's he; where euery flower
Did as a Prophet weepe what it forfaw,
\nHedors wrath.
Cjre. What was his caufe of anger ?
Man. The noife goe's this ;
There is among the Greekes,
A Lord of Troian blood,Nephew to Hedor,
They call him A'lax.
Cre. Good; and what of him ?
Aim. They fay he is a very man fer fe and ftands alone.
Cre. So do all men, vnlefle they are drunke, ficke,or
haue no legges.
Man. This man Lady, hath rob'd many beafts of their
particular additions,he is as valiant as the Lyon,churlilh
as the Beare, flow as the Elephant : a man into whom
nature hath fo crowded humors, that his valour is crulht
into folly, his folly fauced with difcretion : there is no
man hath a vertue, that he hath not a glimpfe of, nor a-
ny man an attaint, but he carries fome ftaine of it. He is
melancholy without caufe, and merry againft the haire,
hee hath the ioynts of euery thing, but euery thing fo
out ot ioynt, that hee is a gowtie Briareus, many hands
and no vfe ; or purblinded Argus,M eyes and no fight.
Cre. But how fliould this man that makes me fmile,
make Hedor angry.'
Man. They fay he yefterday cop'd Hedor in the bat-
tell and ftroke him downe,the difdaind & fliame where¬
of, hath euer fince kept Hedor falling and waking.
Enter Pandarus.
Cre. Who comes here ?
Man. Madam your Vncle Pandarus,
Cre. Hedors a gallant man.
Man, As may be in the world Lady.
Pan. What's thatiwhat's that.'
Cre. Good morrow Vncle Pandaras,
Pan. Good morrow Cozen Creßd: what do you talke
of? good morrow Alexander: how do you Cozen ? when
were you at Illium i
Cre. This morning Vncle.
Pan. What were you talking ofwhenlcame? Was
Hedor arm'd and gon ere yea came to Illium? Hellen was
not vp ? was Ihe ?
Cre. Hedor was gone but Hellen was not vp ?
Pan. E'ene [oj Hedor was ftirring early.
Cre. That were we talking of^and of his anger.
Pan. Was he angry ?
Cre. So he fales here.
Pan. True he was foj I know the caufe too, heele lay
about him to day 1 can tell them that,and there's TroyIu¿
will not come farre behind him, let them take heede of
Troylus j I can tell them that too.
Cre. What is he angry too?
Pan. Who Troyluá í
Troyluá is the better man of the two.
Cre. Oh J there's no comparifon.
Pan. What not betweene Troyluá and He&or ? do you
know a man if you fee him
Cre. I, if 1 euer faw him before and knew him.
Pan. Well I fay Troyluá is Troyluá.
Cre. Then you fay as I fay,
For I am fure he is not HeSior.
Tan. No not Heclor is not Troyluá in fome degrees.
Cre. *Tis iuft,to each of them he is himfelfe.
Pan. Himfelfe ?alas poore Troyluá I would he were.
Cre. So he is.
Pan. Condition I had gone bare-foote to India.
Cre. He is not HeSior.
Pan. Himfelfe ? noi hee's not himfcIfe,would a were
himfelfe : well, the Gods are aboue, time muft friend or
end:well Troyluá well, I would my heart were in her bo¬
dy j no y Hehler is not a better man then Troyluá.
Cre. Excufe me.
Pan. He is elder.
Cre. Pardon me, pardon me.
Pan, Th'others not come too't, you lhall tell me ano¬
ther tale when th'others come too't : Hehler íhall not
haue his will this yeare.
Cre. He ihall not neede it if he haue his owne.
Pan. Nor his qualities.
Cre. No matter.
Pan. Nor his beautie.
Cre. 'Twould not become him,his own's better.
Pan, You haue no iudgement Neece; Hellen her felfe
fwore th'other day that Troyluá for a browne fauour (for
fo 'tis I muft confefle ) not browne neither.
Cre. No, but browne.
Pan. Faith to fay truth,browne and not browne.
Cre. To fay the truth,true and not true.
Pan, She prais'd his complexion aboue Parts.
Cre. Why Paris hath colour inough.
Pan. So, he has.
Cre. Then Troyluá Ihould haue too much,if ihe prasl'd
him aboue, his complexion is higher then his,he hauing
colour
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colour enough, and the other higher, is too flaming a
praife for a good complexion,! had gol¬
den tongue had commended Troylui for a copper noie.
I fweare to you,
I thinke HelUn loues him better then Paris»
Cre. Then ihee's a merry Greeke indeed.
¿an. Nay I am fure ihe docs, íhe came to him th'other
day into the compaft window,and you know he has not
pail three or foure haires on his chinne.
CreJ. Indeed a Tapfters Arithmétique may foone
bring his particulars therein, to a totall.
Pand. Why he is very yong, and yet will he within
three pound lift as much as his brother Heêior.
Crtj. Is he is fo young a man, and lo old a lifter ?
Pan. But to prooue to you that Hellen loues him, íhe
came and puts me her white hand to his clouen chin,
Cref. Juno haue mercy, how came it clouen ?
Pan. Why,you know 'tis dimpled,
I thinke his fmyling becomes him better then any man
in all Phrigia.
Cre. Oh he fmiles valiantly.
Pan. Doces hee not.^
Cre. Oh yes,and 'twere a clow'd in Autumne.
Pan. Why go to then, but to proue to you that Hellen
loues Troylus.
Qre. troylus wil ftand to thee
Proofe,if youle prooue it fo.
Pan. Tfroylus? why he efteemes her no more then I e-
lleeme an addle eggc.
Cre. If you loue an addle egge as well as you loue an
idle head, you would eate chickens i'th'lhell.
Pan. I cannot chufe but laugh to thinke how Ihe tick¬
led his chin, indeed ihee has a maruel's white hand 1 muil
needs confefle,
Cre. Without the racke.
Pan. And ihee takes vpon her to fpie a white haire on
his chinne.
Qre. Alas poore chin? many a wart is richer.
Pand. But there was fuch laughing, Qi^eene Hecuba
laught that her eyes ran ore.
Cre. With Milílones.
Pan. And Caßandra laught.
Cre. But there was more temperate fire vnder the pot
of her eyes : did her eyes run ore too?
Pan. And Hedior laught.
Cre. At what was all this laughing ?
Pand. Marry at the white haire that Hellen fpied on
troylus chin.
CreJ. And t'had beene a greene haire, I ihould haue
laught tocv
Pand. They laught not fo much at the haire,as at his
pretty anfwere.
Cre. What was his anfwere í
Pan. Quoth lhee,heere's but two and fifty haires on
your chinne jand one of them is white.
Cre. This is her queftion.
'Jan d That's true,make no queftion of that, two and
fiftie haires quoth hee,and one white,that white haire is
my Father, and all the reft are his Sonnes. Jupiter quoth
ihe, which of thefe haires is Paris my husband ? The for¬
ked one quoth he, pluckt out and giue it him : but there
was fuch laughing, and Hellen fo bluiht, and Paris fo
chaft,and all the reft fo laught, that it paft.,
Cre. So let it now,
For is has beene a great while going by.
Pan. Well Cozen,
I told you a thing yefterday, think on't.
Cre. So I does.
Pand. He be fworne 'tis true, he will weepe you
an'twere a man borne in Aprill. Sound a retreate.
CreJ. And He fpring vp in his teares,an'twere a nettle
againftMay.
Pan. Harke they are comming from the field,ihal we
ftand vp here and fee them, as they paflTe toward lllium,
good Neece do,fweet Neece Crejfida.
Cre. At your pleafure.
Pan. Heere, heere, here's an excellent place, heere we
may fee moft brauely,Ile tel you them all by their names,
as they pafle by,but marke Troylus aboue the reft.
Enter z/£neas.
Cre. Speake not fo low'd.
Pan. That's <L/£.neasX^% not that a braue man,hee'8 one
of the flowers of Troy 1 can you, but mzrke TroyluSy yoM
ihal fee anon.
Cre. Who's that Í
Enter Antenor»
Pan. That's Antenor, he has a ihrow'd wit I can tell
you,and hee's a man good inough, hee's one o'th foun-
deft judgement in Troy whofoeuer, and a proper man of
perfon:when comes Trcy/uí ? He ihew you Troy/aianon,
if hee fee me,you ihall fee him him nod at me.
Cre. Will he giue you the nod ?
Pan. You ihall fee.
Cre» If he do, the rich ihall haue, more.
Enter HeEior.
Pan. That's //f<í7or,that, that,looke you,that there's a
fellow. Goe thy way there's a braue man Neece,
O braue HeBor ! Looke how hee lookes ?tbere*s a coun-
tenancej ift not a braue man ?
Cre. O brane man I
Pan. Is a not ? It dooes a mans heart good,looke you
what hacks are on his Helmet, looke you yonder,do you
fee ? Looke you there ?There's no iefting,laying on,tak't
off, who ill as they fay, there be hacks.
Cre. Be thofe with Swords ?
Enter Paris.
Pan. Swords, any thing he cares not, and the diuell
come to him,it's all one,by Gods lid it dooes ones heart
good. Yonder comes Parisy yonder comes Tarù: looke
yee yonder Neece, ift not a gallant man to, ift not ? Why
this is braue now : who faid he came hurt home to day ?
Hee's not hurt, why this will do Hellens heart good
now,ha?Would I could fee Troylus now,you ihall Troy-
lui anon.
Qre. Whofe that ?
Enter Hellenus.
Pan. That's Hellenus y I maruell where Troylus is, that's
HelenuSy I thinke he went not forth to day : that's HeU
lentis.
Cre. Can Hellene fight Vncle í
Pan. Hellenus no : yes heele fight indiffèrent, well, I
maruell where Troylus is j harke, do you not haere the
people crie Troylus f Hellenus is a Pricft.
Cre. What fneaking fellow comes yonder ?
Enter Tryltis.
Pan. Where Í Yonder? That's Dcepbobus. * Tis Trpy-
Im ! Ther's a man Neece, hem ¿ Braue Troylvsdàit Prince
of Chiualrie.
Cre. Peace,for ihame peace.
Pand. Marke him, not him : O braue Troylus \ looke
well vpon him Neece, looke you how his Sword is blou-
died, and his Helme more hackt then HeBorsy and how he
lookes,
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lookes, and how he goes. O admirable youth I he neVe
faw three and twenty. Go thy way 7Vöy/«i,go thy way,
had I a fifter were a Qrace^ or a daughter a Goddefle, hee
ihould take his choice. O admirable man ! Paris ? Paris
is durt to him, and I warrant, Helen to change, would
giue money to boot.
Enter common SouUiers.
Cref. Heere come more.
Pan. AlTes, fooles, dolts, chaffe and bran, chaffe and
bran j porredge after meat. I could liue and dye i'th'eyes
of Troy/us. Ne're looke, neVe looke 5 the Eagles are gon,
Crowes and Dawes, Crowes and Dawes: I had rather be
fuch a man as Troylus, then Agamemnonall Greece.
CreJ. There is among the Greekes Achilles^ a better
man then Troylus.
fan. Achilles) a Dray-man, a Porter,a very Camell.
Crej. Well,well.
Pan» Well,well? Why haue you any difcretionPhaue
you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth,
beauty, good ihape, difcourfe, manhood, learning, gen-
tlenefle, vertue, youth, liberality, and fo forth : the Spice,
and fait that feaions a man?
Crej. l,a minc'd man. and then to be bak'd with no Date
in the pye, for then the mans dates out.
Pan. You are fuch another woman, one knowes not
at what ward you lye.
Qrej. Vpon my backe, to defend my belly; vpon my
wit, to defend my wiles ; vppon my fecrecy, to defend
mine honefty; my Maske, to defend my beauty, and you
to defend all thefe : and at all thefe wardes 1 lye at, at a
thoufand watches.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Crej. Nay lie watch you for that, and that's one of
the cneefeft of them too : If I cannot ward what I would
not haue hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the
blow, vnlefle it fwell part hiding, and then it's paft wat¬
ching.
Enter Boy.
Pan. You are fuch another.
Boy. Sir, my Lord would iniiantly fpeake with you.
Pan. Where?
Boy. At your owne houfe.
Pan. Good Boy tell him I come, I doubt he bee hurt.
Fare ye well good Neece.
Crej. Adieu Vnkle.
Pan. He be with you Neece by and by.
Cref. To bring Vnkle.
Pan. I, a token from Troylus.
Crej. By the fame token,you are a Bawd. Exit Pand,
Words, vowes, gifts, teares, & loues full facrifice.
He offers in anothers enterprife :
But more in Troylus thoufand fold I fee,
Then in the glafle of Pandar % praife may be ;
Yet hold I off. Women are Angels wooing,
Things won are done, ioyes foule lyes in the dooing:
That ihe belou'd, knowes nought, that knowes not this;
Men prize the thing vngain'd, more then it is.
That fhe was neuer yet, that euer knew
Loue got fo fweet, as when defire did fue :
Therefore this maxime out of loue I teach ;
Atcbieuement^ is command', vngain^d, bejeech.
That though my hearts Contents firme loue doth beare.
Nothing of that ihall from mine eyes appeare. Exit.
Senet. Enter Agamemnon, Neßor,yiyJjes, Diome-
des,Menelaus,mtb others.
Agam. Princes :
What greefe hath fet the laundics on your cheekes f
The ample propofition that hope makes
In all defignes, begun on earth below
Fayles in the promift largenefle : checkes and difafters
Grow in the veines of actions higheft rear'd.
As knots by the conflux of meeting fap,
Infeff the found Pine, and diuerts his Graine
Tortiue and erant from his courfe of growth.
Nor Princes, is it matter new to vs,
That we come ihort of our fuppofe fo farre,
That after feuen yeares fiege, yet Troy walles iland,
Sith euery aihon that hath gone before,
Whereof we haue Record, Triall did draw
Bias and thwart, not anfwering the ayme s
And that vnbodied figure of the thought
That gaue't furmifed lhape. Why then( you Princes)
Do you with cheekes abaih'd, behold our workes.
And thinke them ihame, which are (indeed)nought elfe
But the protraiHue trials of great loue.
To finde perfifiiue conftancie in men ?
The fineneflfe of which Metcall is not found
In Fortunes loue: for then, the Bold and Coward,
The Wife and Foole, the Artlft and vn-read.
The hard and foft, feeme all affin'd,and kin.
But in the Winde and Tempeft of her frowne,
Diftindtion with a lowd and powrefull fan,
Puffing at all, winnowes the light away ;
And what hath mafte, or matter by it ielfe,
Lies rich in Vertue, and vnmingled.
NeBor. With due Obferuance of thy godly feat.
Great Agamemnon, Neßor ihall apply^
Thy latert words.
In the reproofe of Chance,
Lies the true proofe of men : The Sea being fmooth,
How many ihallow bauble Boates dare faile
Vpon her patient breft, making their way
With thofe of Nobler bulke ?
But let the Ruffian Boreas once enrage
The gentle Thetis, and anon behold
The ftrong ribb'd Barke through liquid Mountaines cut.
Bounding betweene the two moyft Elements
Like fetjeus Horfe. Where's then the fawcy Bo ate,
Whofe weake vntimber'd fides but euen now
Co-riual'd GreatnelTe.^ Either to harbour fled.
Or made a Tofte for Neptune. Euen fo.
Doth valours ihew,and valours worth diuide
In ftormes of Fortune.
For, in her ray and brightneíTe,
The Heard hath more annoyance by the Brieze
Then by the Tyger : But, when the fplitting winde
Makes flexible the knees of knotted Oakes,
And Flies fled vnder ihade, why then
The thing of Courage,
As rowz'd with rage, with rage doth fympathize,
And with an accent tun'd in felfe-fame key,
Retyres to chiding Fortune.
yiyj. Agamemnon :
Thou great Commander, Nerue, and Bone of Greece,
Heart of our Numbers, ibule, and onely fpirit,
In whom the tempers, and the mindes of all
Should be ihut vp : Heare whar Vlyjjes fpeakes,
Befides the appiaufe and approbation
The which moft mighty for thy place and fway,
<[ And
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And thou mod reuerend for thy ftretcht-out life,
I giue to both your fpeeches : which were fuch,
As Agamemnon and the hand of Greece
Should hold vp high in Brafle : and fuch againe
As venerable Neßor (hatch'd in Siluer)
Should with a bond of ayre, ftrong as the Axletree
In which the Heauens ride, knit all Greekes eares
To his experienc'd tongue : yet let it pleafe both
(Thou Great, and Wife) to heare riyjjes fpeake.
Aga. Speak Prince of Ithaca, and be't of lelTe expeil :
That matter needleffe of importleffe burthen
Diuide thy lips ; then we are confident
When ranke Therßtes opes his Mafticke iawes.
We ihall heare Muficke,Wit,and Oracle.
UlyJ. Troy yet vpon his bafis had bene downe,
And the great HeBors fword had lack'd a Mafter
But for thefe Inftances.
The fpecialty of Rule hath beene neglefled ;
And looke how many Grecian Tents do ftand
Hollow vpon this Plaine, fo many hollow Failions.
When that the Generali is not like the Hiue,
To whom the Forragers lhall all repaire.
What Hony is expeâed? Degree being vizarded,
Th'vnworthieft Ihewes as fairely in the Maske.
The Heauens themfelues, the Planets, and this Center,
Obferue degree, priority, and place,
Infifiure, courfe, proportion, feafon, forme.
Office, and cuftome, in all line of Order :
And therefore is the glorious Planet Sol
In noble eminence, enthron'd and fphear'd
Amid'ft the other, whofe med'cinable eye
Correils the ill Afpeils of Planets euiil.
And polies like the Command'ment of a King,
Sans checke, to good and bad. But when the Planets
In euill mixture to diforder wander,
What Plagues, and what portents, what mutiny ?
What raging of the Sear lhaking of Earth ?
Commotion in the Windes? Frights,changes, horrors,
Diuert, and cracke, rend and deracinate
The vnity, and married calme of States
Quite from their fixure ? O, when Degree is lhak'd,
(Which is the Ladder to all high defignes)
The enterprize is ficke. How could Communities,
Degrees in Schooles, and Brother-hoods in Cities,
Peacefull Commerce from diuidable Ihores,
The primogenitiue, and due of Byrth,
Prerogatiue of Age, Crownes, Scepters, Lawrels,
(But by Degree) Hand in Authentique place?
Take but Degree away, vn-tune that firing.
And hearke what Difcord followes : each thing meetes
In meere oppugnancie. The bounded Waters,
Should lift their bofomes higher then the Shores,
And make a foppe of all this folid Globe :
Strength Ihould be Lord of imbecility.
And the rude Sonne (hould firike his Father dead :
Force Ihould be right, or rather, right and wrong,
(Betweene whofe endlefle ¡arre,lufiice recides)
Should loofe her names, and fo Ihould lufiice too.
Then euery thing includes it felfe in Power,
Power into Will, Will into Appetite,
And Appetite(an vniuerfall Wolfe,
So doubly feconded with Will, and Power)
Muft make perforce an vniuerfall prey.
And lafi, eate vp himfelfe.
Great Agamemnon :
This Chaos, when Degree is fuffocate.
Followes the choaking :
And this negleilion of Degree, is it
That by a pace goes backward in a purpole
It hath toclimbe. The Generall'sdifdain'd
By him one fiep below ; he, by the next.
That next, by him beneath : I'o euery fiep
Exampled by the firft pace that is ficke
Of his Superiour, growes to an enuious Feauer
Of pale, and bloodlelTe Emulation.
And'tis this Feauer that keepesTroy on foote.
Not herowne finewes. To end a tale of length,
Troy in our weaknefle Hues, not in her firength.
Neß. Moll wifely hath Vlyjfet heere difcouer'd
The Feauer, whereof all our power is ficke.
Aga. The Nature of the fickneffe found ("Olyjes)
What is the remedie ?
yiyf. The great Achilles, whom Opinion crownes.
The finew, and the fore-hand ofourHofte,
Hauing his eare full of his ayery Fame,
Growes dainty of his worth, and in his Tent
Lyes mocking our defignes. With him, fatrocha,
Vpon a lazie Bed, the Hue-long day
Breakes fcurrill lefis.
And with ridiculous and aukward aélion,
(Which Slanderer, he imitation call's)
He Pageants vs. Sometime great Agamemnon,
Thy toplefle deputation he puts on ;
And like a firutting Player, whofe conceit
Lies in his Ham-firing, and doth tbinke it rich
To heare the woodden Dialogue and found
'Twixt his firetcht footing, and the Scaftblage,
Such to be pittied, and ore-refied feeming
He afls thy GreatnelTe in : and when he fpeakes,
'Tis like a Chime a mending. With tearmes vnfquar'd.
Which from the tongue of roaring Typhon dropt.
Would feemes Hyperboles. At this fully fluffe.
The large Achilles (on his prell-bed lolling)
From his deepe Chefi, laughes out a lowd applaufe.
Cries excellent, 'tis Agamemnon iufi.
Now play me Neßor-, hum, and firoke thy Beard
As he, being drefi to fome Oration :
That's done, as neere as the extreamell ends
Of paraléis ; as like, as Vulcan and his wife.
Yet god Achilles ftill cries excellent,
'Tis Neßor right. Now play him (me) Patrochu,
Arming to anfwer in a night-Alarme,
And then (forfooth) the faint defefls of Age
Mull be the Scene of myrth, to cough, and fpit.
And with a pallie fumbling on his Gorget,
Shake in and out the Riuet : and at this fport
Sir Valour dies ; cries, O enough Patroclta,
Or, giue me ribs of Steele, I ffiall fplit all
In pleafureof my Spleene. And in this falhion.
All our abilities, gifts, natures, lhapes,
Seuerals and generals of grace exa£l,
Atchieuments, plots, orders, preuentions.
Excitements to the field, or fpeech for truce,
Succefle or lofie, what is, or is not, ferues
As lluffe for thefe two, to make paradoxes.
Neß. And in the imitation of thefe twaine.
Who (as Vlyjßes fayes) Opinion crownes
With an Imperiall voyce, many are infeil:
Aiax is growne felfe-will'd, and beares his head
In fuch a reyne, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles, and keepes his Tent like him ;
Makes faflious Feafis, railes on our ftate of Warre
Bold
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Bold as an Oracle, and fets Therßtes
A Haue, whofe Gall coinés ílanders like a Mint,
To match vs in comparifons with durt,
To weaken and difcredit our expofure,
How ranke foeuer rounded in with danger.
yiyj' They taxe our policy, and call it Cowardice,
Count Wifedome as no member of the Warre,
Fore-ftall preiclcnce, and efteeme no aile
But that of hand : The ilill and mentall parts,
That do contriue how many hands ihall ftrike
When fitneíTe call them on, and know by meafure
Of their obferuant toyle, the Enemies waight,
Why this hath not a fingers dignity :
They call this Bed-worke, MappVy, CloiTet-Warre :
So that the Ramme that batters downe the wall,
For the great fwing and rudenefie of his poize,
They place before his hand that made the Engine,
Or thofe that with the finenefle of their foules,
By Reafon guide his execution.
Neß, Let this be granted, and Acb'ilUi horfe
Makes many fonnes. TucJ^et
Aga» What Trumpet? Looke Menelaui.
Men» From Troy. Enter ty£neaá»
Aga, What would you Tore our Tent ?
c/£»e. Is this great Agamemnons Tent, I pray you ?
Aga, Euen this.
c^e. May one that is a Herald, and a Prince,
Do a faire mefifage to his Kingly eares P
Aga, With furety ftronger then Achilles arme,
Tore all the Greekiih heads, which with one voyce
Call Agamemnon Head and Generali.
e^ne» Faire leaue, and large fecurity. How may
A ftranger to thofe moft Imperial lookes,
Know them from eyes of other Mortals ?
Aga. How ?
^ne. 1 : I aske,that I might waken reuerence.
And on the cheeke be ready with a bluih
Modeft as morning, when fiie coldly eyes
The youthfull Phœbus :
Which is that God in office guiding men ?
Which is the high and mighty Agamemnon}
Aga, This Troyan fcornes vs, or the men of Troy
Are ceremonious Courtiers.
t/£ne. Courtiers as free, as débonnaire ; vnarm'd,
As bending Angels : that's their Fame, in peace :
But when they would feeme Souldiers, they haue galles,
Good armes, ftrong ioynts, true rwords,& loues accord,
Nothing fo full of heart. But peace ^neoiy
Peace Troyan, lay thy finger on thy lips,
The worthinefle of praife diftaines his worth :
If that he prais'd himfelfe, bring the praife forth.
But what the repining enemy commends,
That breath Fame blowes,that praife fole pure tranfceds.
Aga. Sir,you of Troy,calI you your felfe zyEneaóf
t^ne. I Greeke,that is my name.
Aga, What's your aflàyre I pray you ?
e/£ne. Sir pardon, 'tis for Agamemnons eares.
Aga. He heares nought priuatly
That comes from Troy.
c/£>ir. Nor I from Troy come not to whifper him,
1 bring a Trumpet to awake hiseare,
Tofet his fence on the attentiue bent,
And then to fpeake.
Aga. Speake frankely as the winde,
It Is not Agamemnons fleeping hourej
That thou /halt know Troyan he is awake.
He tels thee fo himfelfe.
c/fwe. Trumpet blow loud.
Send thy BraiTe voyce through all thefe lazie Tents,
And euery Greeke of mettle, let him know.
What Troy meanes fairely, ihall be fpoke alowd.
The Trumpets found.
We haue great Agamemnon heere in Troy,
A Prince calld HeSlor^ Triam is his Father ;
Who in this dull and long-continew'd Truce
Is rufty growne. He bad me take a Trumpet,
And to this purpofe fpeake : Kings,Princes, Lords,
If there be one among'ft the fayr'ft of Greece,
That holds his Honor higher then his eafe,
That feekes his praife, more then he feareshis perill,
That knowes his Valour, and knowes not his feare,
That loues his Miftris more then in confeffion,
(With truant vowes to her owne lips he loues)
And dare avow her Beauty,and her Worth, 4
In other armes then hers : to him this Challenge.
HeSlor^ in view ofTroyans, and ofGreekes,
Shall make it good, or do his befr to do it.
He hath a Lady, wifer, fairer, truer,
Then euer Greeke did compalTe in his armes,
And will to morrow with his Trumpet call,
Midway betweene your Tents,and walles of Troy,
To rowze a Grecian that is true in loue.
If any come, He^or ihal honour him :
If none, hee'l fay in Troy when he retyres.
The Grecian Dames are fun-burnt, and not worth
The fplinter of a Lance : Euen fo much.
Aga, This ihall be told our Louers Lord zdEneae^
I/none of them haue foulein fuch a kinde.
We left them all at home : But we are Souldiers,
And may that Souldier a meere recreant proue.
That meanes not, hath not, or is not in loue :
If then one is, or hath,or meanes to be,
That one meets He6lor\ if none elfe, He be he.
Nefl. Tell him of one that was aman
When HeBors Grandfire fuckt : he is old now,
But if there be not in our Grecian mould,
One Noble man, that hath one fparkioffire
To anfwer for his Loue j tell him from me.
He hide mySiluer beard in a Gold Beauer,
And in my Vantbrace put this wither'd brawne,
And meeting him, wil tell him, that my Lady
Was fayrer then his Grandame, and as chafre
As may be in the world : his youth in fiood,
Ilepawne this truth with my three drops of blood.
c/£ne. Now heauens forbid fuch fcarfitie of youth.
f^lyf Amen.
Aga, Faire Lord <t^nea¿y
Let me touch your hand :
To our Pauillion lhal I leade you firft :
Achilles ihall haue word of this intent,
So ihall each Lord of Greece from Tent to Tent:
Your felfe ihall Feaft with vs before you goe.
And finde the welcome of a Noble Foe, Exeunt.
clManet VlyffeSyOnd Neßor»
Vlyf. Neñor,
Neß. What fayes Vlyjfes f
Vlyf. I haue a young conception in my braine,
Be you my time to bring it to fome ihape.
Neß, Whatis't?
Ulyffes, This 'tis :
Blunt wedges riue hard knots : the feeded Pride
That hath to this maturity blowne vp
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In ranke j^chiîîesor now be cropt,
Or ihedding breed a Nurfery of like euil
To ouer-bulke vs all.
Neß. Wei, and how?
Vlyf. This challenge that the gallant HeSJor fends,
How euer it is fpred in general name,
Relates in purpofe onely to ^Achilles.
Neß, The purpofe is perfpicuous euen as fubftance.
Whole groíTeneíTe little charraílers fumme vp.
And in the publication make no llraine,
But that Acbillesy were his braine as barren
As bankes ofLybia, though Apello knowes)
*Tis dry enough, wil with great fpeede of iudgement,
I, with celerity, finde He&ors purpofe
Pointing on him.
'VlyJ. And wake him to the anfwer, thinke you ?
Neß. Yes, 'tis moft meetj who may you elle oppofe
That can from HeSlor bring his Honor off, 1
If not Achiilez 5 though't be a fportfull Combate,
Yet in this triall, much opinion dwels.
For heere the Troyans talle our deer'ft repute
With their fin'ft Palíate : and truft to me NlyJßSy
Our imputation Ihall be oddely poiz'd
In this wilde a£lion. For the fucceffe
(Although particular) íhall giue a fcantling
Of good or bad, vnto the General! ;
And in fuch Indexes, although fmall prickes
To their fubfequent Volumes, there is feene
The baby figure of the Gyant-maffe
Of things to come at large. It is fuppos^d,
He that meets HeSlor^ iffues from our choyfe ;
And choife being mutuall aile of all our foules,
Makes Merit her eleftion, and doth boyle
As Twere, from forth vs all : a man diftillM
Out of our Vertuesj who mifcarrying,
What heart from hence receyues the conquering part
To fteele a llrong opinion to themfelues,
Which entertain'd, Limbes are in his inllruments.
In no leffe working, then are Swords and Bowes
Dire£liue by the Limbes.
J^lyß Glue pardon to my fpeech :
Therefore 'tis meet, Achilles meet not He&or s
Let vs (like Merchants) Ihew our fowled Wares,
And thinke perchance they'l fell : If not.
The lufter of the better yet to /hew,
Shall ihew the better. Do not confent,
That euer HeEîor and Achilles meete :
For both our Honour, and our Shame in this,
Are doggM with two dränge Followers.
Neß. I fee them not with myoid eies ; what are they?
yisj* What glory our Achilles /hares from HeEfor^
(Were he not proud) we all /hould weare with him :
But he already is too mfolent,
And we were better parch in Afiricke Sunne,
Then in the pride and fait fcorne of his eyes
Should he fcape HeElor faire. If he were foyld.
Why then we did our maine opinion cru/h
In taint of our bed man. No, make a Lottery,
And by deuice let blocki/h Aiax draw
The fort to fight with HeEior : Among our felues,]
Giue him allowance as the worthier man,
For that will phyficke the great Myrmidon
Who broyles in lowd applaufe, and make him fall
His Cred, that prouder then blew Iris bends.
If the dull brainle/Te come fafe off,
Wee'l dreffe him vp in voyces : if he faile.
Yet go we vnder our opinion dill.
That we haue better men. But hit or miffe,
Our proieils life this ihape of fence affumes,
Aiax imploy'd, pluckes downe Achilles Plumes.
Neß. Now yiyßfes^ I begin to relli/h thy adulce,
And I wil giue a tade of it forthwith
To Agamemnon^ go we to him draight;
Two Curres íhal tame each other. Pride alone
Mud tarre the Madiffes on,as*twere their bone. Exeunt
Enter Aiax^ and Therßtes.
Axa, Therßtes}
Ther. tAgametnnony how if he had Biles (ful) all ooer
generally.
Aia, Therßtes ?
Ther. And thofe Byles did runne, fay fo ; did not the
General run, were not that a botchy corei?
tAia. Dogge.
Tber.T\\tr\ there would come feme matter from him :
I fee none now.
Aia. Thou Bitch-Wolfes-Sonne, cand y not hearc?
Feelc then. Striî^s bim.
Ther.Tht plague of Greece vpon thee thou Mungrel
beefe-witted Lord.
Aia. Speake then you whinld'd leauen fpeake, I will
beate thee into handfomneffe.
Ther. I /hal fooner rayle thee into wit and holine/Te:
but I thinke thy Horfe wil fooner con an Oration, then y
learn a prayer without booke : Thou cand drike, cand
thou? A red Murren o*th thy lades trickes.
Aia. Toadsdoole, learne me the Proclamation.
Ther. Deed thou thinke I haue no fence thou drik*d
Aia, The Proclamation. (me thus?
Ther. Thou art proclaim^ a foole, 1 thinke.
Aia. Do not Porpentine,do not; my fingers itch.
Ther, I would thou didd itch from head to foot, and
I had the fcratching of thee, I would make thee tbe loth-
fom^d fcab in Greece.
Aia. I fay the Proclamation.
Ther, Thou grumbled Sc railed euery hourc on A-
chilles., and thou art as ful of enuy at his greatnes, as Cer¬
berus is at Proferpind*s beauty. I, that thou barkd at him.
Aia. Mi dreffe Therßtes.
Ther. Thou íhould'd drike him.
Aia^ Coblofe.
Ther. He would pun thee into /hiuers with his fid, as
a Sailor breakes a bisket.i
Aia, You horfon Curre. Ther, Do,do.
Aia. Thou doole for a Witch,
Ther, I, do,do,thou fodden-witted Lord : thou had
no more braine then I haue in mine elbows : An Afinico
may tutor thee. Thou fcuruy valiant Affe,thou art beere
but to thre/h Troyans, and thou art bought and folde a-
mong thofe of any wit, like a Barbarian flaue. If thou vfe
to beat me, I wil begin at thy hcele, and tel what thou art
by inches, thou thing of no bowels thou.I
Aia. You dogge.
Ther, You fcuruy Lord.
Aia. You Curre.
Ther, Mars his Ideot : do rudenes,do Camell,do,do.
Enter Achill:s ^ and Patroclus.
Achil. Why how now wherefore do you this?
How now Therßtes} the matter man?
Ther. You fee him there, do you?
Achil. I, what's the matter.
Ther, Nay looke vpon him.
Achil. So I do : what's the matter ?
Ther.
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Tber» Nay but regard him well.
AchiU Well, why I do Co.
Tber» But yet you looke not well vpon him : for who
feme euer you take him to be, he is Aiax.
Acb'tL I know that fooJe.
Tber, I, but that foole knowes not himfelfe.
Aiax, Therefore I beate thee.
Tber, Lo,lo,lo,lo, what modicums oí v/\t he vtters:his
euafíons haue eares thus long. 1 haue bobbM his Braine
more then he has beate my bones : 1 will buy nine Spar-
rowes for a peny, and his Piamater is not worth the ninth
part of a Sparrow. This Lord ( AcbilUs) Aiax who wears
his wit in his belly, and his guttes in his head, lie tell you
what I fay of him.
AchiL What?
Tber. I fay this tAsax
tAcbiL Nay good Aiax,
Tber, Has not fo much wit.
Acbih Nay, 1 muft hold you.
Tber. As will flop the eye of Helens Needle,for whom
becomes to fight.
AchiL Peace foole.
Tber, I would haue peace and quietnes,but the foole
will not : he there, that he, looke you there.
Aiax. O thou damnM Curre, I ihall —
Acbil. Will you fee your wit to a Fooles.
Tber. No I warrant you,for a fooles will fiiame it.
Fat. Good words Tberßtes.
Acbil. What's the quarrel] /
Aiax. I bad thee vile Owle, goe learne me the tenure
of the Proclamation, and he raylesvpon me.
Tber. I feme thee not,
Aiax. Well, go too, go too.
Tber. I ferue heere voluntary.
Acbil. Your laft feruice was fufferance, 'twas not vo¬
luntary, no min is beaten voluntary : Aiax was heere the
voluntary, and you as vnder an Imprefle.
Tbír.E'neíb, a great deale of your wit too lies in your
finnewes, or elfe there be Liars. HeEîor ihall haue a great
catch, if he knocke out either of your braines,he were as
good cracke a fufiie nut with no kernell.
AchiL What with me to Tberßtes}
Tber. There's Vlyjfes^ and old Neßory whole Wit was
mouldy ere their Grandfires had nails on their toes,yoke
you like draft-Oxen, and make you plough vp the warre.
Acbil. What? what ?
Tber. Yes good footh, to Achillesyto Aiax, to
Aiax. I ihall cut out your tongue.
Tber. 'Tis no matter, I ihall fpeake as much as thou
afterwards.
fat. No more words Tberßtes.
Tber.l will hold my peace when Achilles Brooch bids
me, ihall I /
Acbil. There's for you Patrccluá.
Tber. I wi'l fee you hang'd like Clotpoles ere I come
any more to your Tents ; I will keepe where there is wit
ftirring, and leaue the faction of fooles. Exit.
Pat. A good riddance.
AchiLM^Tvy this Sir is proclaimed through al our hoft,
That Hebior by the fift houre of the Sunne,
Will with a Trumpet, 'twixt our Tents and Troy
To morrow morning call fome Knight to Armes,
That hath a fiomacke, and fuch a one that dare
Maintaine I know not what : 'tis traih. Farewell.
Aiax. Farewell ? who ihall anfwer him f
AchiL I know not,'tis put to Lottry: otherwife
Heknew his man.
Aiax. O meaning you, I wil go learne more of it. Exit.
Enter Priam y HebioryTroyltu,Paris and HeUnus.
Pri. After fo many houres,liues,fpeechesfpent,
Thus once againe fayes Neßor from the Greekes,
Deliuer }ielenyzr\à all damage elfe
(As honour, loiTe of time, trauaile, expence,
Wounds, friends,and what els deere that is confum'd
In hot digeftion of this comorant Warre^
Shall be ftroke oflF. He&or, what fay you too't.
Heil. Though no man leiTer feares the Greeks then 1,
As farre as touches my particular : yet dread Priamy
There is no Lady of more foftcr bowels,
More fpungie, to fucke in the fenfe of leare,
More ready to cry out, who knowes what followes
Then Heêîor is : the wound of peace is furety,
Surety fecure : but modeft Doubt is cal'd
The Beacon of the wife : the tent that fearches
To'th bottome of the worft. Let Helen go,
Since the firft fword was drawne about this queftion,
Euery tythe foule'mongft many thoufand difmes,
Hath bin as deere as Helen : I meane of ours :
If we haue loft fo many tenths of ours
To guard a thing not ours,nor worth to vs
(Had it our name) the valew of one ten ;
What merit's in that reafon which denies
The yeelding ofher vp.
Troy. Fie, fie, my Brother J
Weigh you the worth and honour of a King
(So great as our dread Father) in a Scale
Of common Ounces ? Wil you with Counters fumme
The paft proportion of his infinite,
Andbuckle in a wafte moft fathomleíTe,
With fpannes and Inches fo diminutiue,
As feares and reafons ? Fie for godly ihame ?
Hel. No m^ruel though you bite fo ftiarp at reafons,
You are fo empty of them, fiiould not our Father
Beare the great fway of his affayres with reafons,
Becaufe your fpeech hath none that tels him fo.
Troy. You are for dreames & ftumbers brother Prieft
You furre your gloues with reafon : here are your reafons
You know an enemy intends you harme,
You know, a fword imploy'd is perillous,
And reafon flyes the obieét of all harme.
Who maruels then when Helenu¿ beholds
A Grecian and his fword, if he do fet
The very wings of reafon to his heeles:
Or like a Starre diforb'd. Nay, if wetalke of Reafon,
And flye like chidden Mercurie from loue.
Let's ihut our gates and fleepe : Manhood and Honor
Should haue hard hearts, wold they but fat their thoghts
With this cramm'd reafon : reafon and refpedl,
Makes Liuers pale, and luftyhood deleft.
He£i. Brother, Ibe is not worth
What ihe doth coft the holding.
Troy. What's aught, but as'tis valew'd?
Heh. But value dwels not in particular will,
It holds his eftimate and dignitie
As well, wherein'tis precious of it felfe,\
As in the prizer ; 'Tis made Idolatrie,
To make the feruice greater then the God,
And the will dotes that is inclineable
To what infedlioufly it felfe affefts,
Without fome image of th'aftefted merit,
Troy. I take to day a Wife, and my election
Is led on in the conduâ of my Will j
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My Will enkindled by mine eyes and eares,
Two traded Pylots 'twixt the dangerous ihores
Of Will, and ludgement. How may I auoyde
(Although my will diftafte what it ele<íted)
The Wife I chofe, there can be no euafion
To blench from this, and to (land firme by honour.
We turne not backe the Silkes vpon the Merchant
When we haue fpoyPd them ; nor the remainder Viands
We do not throw in vnrefpeftiue fame,
Becaufe we now are full. It was thought meete
Paru Ihould do fome vengeance on the Greekes 5
Your breath of full confent bellied his Sailes,
The Seas and Windes (old Wranglers) tooke a Truce,
And did him feruice j he touchM the Ports defipd,
And for an old Aunt whom the Greekes held Captiue,
He brought a Grecian Queen,whofe youth & frelhnelTe
Wrinkles Apolloes, and makes ftale the morning.
Why keepe we her? the Grecians keepe our Aunt :
Is ihe worth keeping ? Why ihe is a Pearle,
Whofe price hath launched aboue a thoufand Ships,
And turn'd Crown'd Kings to Merchants.
If you'l auouch, *twas wifedome Paris went,
(As you muft needs, for you all cride, Go, go:)
If you'l confefle, he brought home Noble prize,
(As you muft needs) for you all clapt your hands,
And cride ineftimable j why do you now
The iflue of your proper Wifedomes rate.
And do a deed that Fortune neuer did ^
Begger the eftimation which you prized,
Richer then Sea and Land ? O Theft moft bafe !
That we haue ftolne what we do feare to keepe.
But Theeues vnworthy of a thing fo ftolne.
That in their Country did them that difgrace,
We feare to warrant in our Natiue place.
Enter Cajfandra ffitb ber baire about
ber tares.
CaJ. Cry Troyans, cry.
Priam. What noyfe ? what ihreeke is this?
Troy. 'Tis our mad fifter, I do know her voyce.
Caf. Cry Troya ns.
He¿í. It is Cajfandra,
Caf. CryTroyans cry j lend me ten thoufand eyes,
And 1 will fill them with Propheticke teares.
HeEi. Peace fifter, peace.
Ca¡, Virgins, and Boyes; mid-age & wrinkled old,
Soft infancie, that nothing can but cry,
Adde to my clamour : let vs pay betimes
A moity of that mafle of moane to come.
Cry Troyans cry, pradtife your eyes with teares,
Troy muft not be, nor goodly Illion ftand.
Our fire-brand Brother Par« burnes vs all.
Cry Troyans cry, a Helen and a woe ;
Cry,cry,Troy burnes, or elfe let Helen goe. Exit.
HeEf. Now youthfull Troylus, do not thefe hie ftrains
Ofdiuination in our Sifter,worke
Some touches of remorfe ? Or is your bloud
So madly hot, that no difcourfe of reafon.
Nor feare of bad fuccelTe in a bad caufe.
Can qualifie the fame ?
Troy, Why Brother HeEior,
We may not thinke the iuftnefte of each afte
Such, and no other then euent doth forme it,
Nor once deieit the courage of our mindes ;
Becaufe Cajfandra's mad, her brainficke raptures
Cannot diftafte the goodnefle of a quarrell,
Which hath our feuerall Honours all engaged
To make it gracious. For my priuate part,
1 am no more touch'd, then all Priams fonnes,
And loue forbid there ihould be done among'ft vs
Such things as might offend the weakeft fpleene.
To fight for, and maintaine.
Par. Elfe might the world conuince of leuitie.
As well my vnder-takings as your counfels :
But I átteft the gods, your full confent
Gaue wings to my propenfion, and cut off
All feares attending on fo dire a proiedf.
For what (alas) can thefe myfingle armes ?
What propugnation is in one mans valour
To ftand the puih and enmity of thofe
This quarrell would excite ? Yet I proteft,
Were I alone to paiTe the difficulties,
And had as ample power,as I haue will,
Parts ihould ne're retradl what he hath done,
Nor faint in the purfuite.
Pri. Paris, you fpeake
Like one be-fotted on your fweet delights ;
You haue the Hony ftill, but thefe the Gall,
So to be valiant, is no praife at all.
Par, Sir, 1 propofe not meerely to my felfe.
The pleafures fuch a beauty brings with it :
But I would haue the foyle of her faire Rape
Wip'd off in honourable keeping her.
What Treafon were it to the ranfack'd Q^ueene,
Difgrace to your great worths, and ihame to me.
Now to deliuer her poflTefsion vp
On termes of bafe compulfion ? Can it be,
Thatfo degenerate a ftraine as this,
Should once fet footing in your generous bofomes?
There's not the meaneft fpirit on our partie.
Without a heart to dare, or fword to draw,
When Helen is defended : nornone fo Noble,
Whofe life were ill beftow'd, or death vnfam'd,
Where Helen is the fubiefl. Then (1 fay)
Well may we fight for her, whom we know well.
The worlds large fpaces cannot paralell.
HeEl. Paris and Troylus^ you haue both faid well :
And on the caufe and queftion now in hand.
Haue gloz'd, but fuperficially ; not much
Vnlikeyoung men, whom thought
Vnfit to heare MorallPhilofophie.
The Reafons you alledge, do more conduce
To the hot pafiion of diftemp'red blood.
Then to make vp a free determination
'Twixt right and wrong : For pleafure, and reuenge,
Haue eares more deafe then Adders, to the voyce
Of any true decifion. Nature craues
All dues be rendred to their Owners : now
What neerer debt in ail humanity,
Then Wife is to the Husband ? If this law
Of Nature be corrupted through affection,
And that great mindes of partiall indulgence,
To their benummed wills refift the fame.
There is a Law in each well-ordred Nation,
To curbe thofe raging appetites that are
Moft difobedient and refraóturie.
If Helen then be wife to Sparta's King
(As it is knowne ihe is) thefe Morall Lawes
Of Nature, and of Nation, fpeake alowd
To haue her backe return'd. Thus toperfift
In doing wrong, extenuates not wrong.
But makes it much more heauie. HeEiors opinion
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j Is this in way of truth : yet nere the leiTe,
My fpritely brethren, I propend to you
In refolution to keepe Helen ftill ;
For*tis acaufe that hath no mesne dépendance,
Vpon our ioynt and feuerall dignities.
Tro» Why? there you touchtthe life of our defigne :
Were it not glory that we more afïeéled,
Then the performance of our heauing fpleenes,
I would not wiih a drop of Trotan blood,
Spent more in her defence. But worthy Heflory
She is a theame of honour and renowne,
A fpurre to valiant and magnanimous deeds,
Whofe prefent courage may beate downe our foes,
And fame in time to come canonize vs.
For 1 prefume braue HeHor would not loofe
So rich aduantage of a promif'd glory,
As fmiles vpon the fore-head of this action,
For the wide worlds reuenew.
He^. I am yours,
You valiant oft-fpring of great PriamuSy
I haue a roifting challenge fentamong'H
The dull and faétious nobles of the Greekes,
Will ftrike amazement to their drowfie fpirits, *
I was aduertizM, their Great generali Hept,
Whirft emulation in the armie crept :
This I prefume will wake him. Exeunt»
Enter Therfitesfolt¿¿.
How now Therfitesi what loft in the Labyrinth of thy
furie? ihall the Elephant ./ír'íi* carry it thus? he beates
me, and I raile at him ; O worthy fatisfadVion, would it
were otherwife : that I could beate him, whiTft he railM
atme: Sfoote, He learne to coniure and raife Diuels,but
He fee fome iflue of my fpitefull execrations. Then therms
AcbilleiyiiXzxt Enginer.If Troy be not taken till thefe two
vndermine it, the walswill ftand till they fall of them-
felues. O thou great thunder-darter of Olympus, forget
that thou art hue the King of gods; and ^.^ercury^ loofe
all the Serpentine craft of thy Caduceus, if thou take not
that little little lefle then little wit from them that they
haue, which Ihort-armM ignorance it felfe knowes, is lo
abundant fcarfc, it will not in circumuention deliuer a
Flye from aSpider, without drawing the maftie Irons and
cutting the web : after this, the vengeance on the whole
Camp,or rather the bone-ach,for that me thinkes is the
curfe dependant on thofe that warre for a placket. I haue
faid my prayers and diuell, enuie, fay Amen : What hof
my Lord tAcbillet ?
Enter Patroclus»
Patr. Who's there? Therfites. Good Therfites come
in and raile.
Ther. If I could haue remembred a guilt counterfeit,
thou would'ft not haue flipt out of my contemplation,
but it is no matter, thy feife vpon thy felfe. The common
curfe of mankinde, follie and ignorance be thine in great
rcuenewj heauen blefle thee from a Tutor,and Difcipline
come not neere thee. Let thy bloud be thy diredtion till
thy death, then if Ihe that laies thee out fayes thou art a
faire coarfe. He be fworne and fworne vpon't ihe neuer
rtirowded any but Lazars, Amen. Achilles}
Patr, What art thou deuout? waft thou in a prayer?
Ther» I, the heauens heare me.
Enter Achilles.
Achil. Who's there ?
Patr. TherfiteSytn^ Lord.
Achil. Where,v.'here,art thou come? why my cheefe,
my digeftion, why haft thou not feru'd thy felfe into my
Table, fo many meales? Come, what's Agamemnon}
Ther. Thy Commander Achillesy then tell me Patro-
clu6y what's ¿Achilles}
Patr. Thy Lord Therfites ; then tell me I pray thee,
what's thy felfe ?
Ther. Thy knower Pir/röc/w : then itW PatrocltUy
what art thou ?
Patr, Thou maift tell that know'ft.
Achil. O tell, tell.
Ther. He declin the whole Qyjit^\on\Agamemnon com¬
mands is my Lord,l am Patroclus know-
er,and Patroclus is a foole.
Patro. You rafcall.
Tor. Peace foole, I haue not done,
Achil. He is a priuiledg'd man, proceede Therfites.
Ther. Agamemnon is a íocAt^ Achilles is a foole, Ther¬
fites is a foole, and as aforefaid, Patroclus is a foole.
Achil. Deriue this ? come ?
Ther. Agamemnon ¡s a foole to offer to command A-
chillesy Achilles is a foole to be commanded of Agamemony
Therfites is a foole to ferue fuch a foole : dinà fatroclus is a
foole pofitiue.
Patr. Why am I a foole ?
Enter Agameninony VliJJeSy Nefior, TDiomcdeSy
Aiaxy and Cbalcas.
Ther. Make that demand to the Creator, it fufftfes me
thou art. Looke you,who comes here/
Achil. PatrocluSy He fpeake with no body : come in
with me Therfites. Exit.
Ther. Here is fuch patcherie, fuch iugling, and fuch
knauerie : all the argument is a Cuckold and a Whore, a
good quarrel to draw emulations, fadlions, and bleede to
death vpon :Now the dry Suppeago on the Subieit, and
Warre and Lecherie confound all.
Agam. Where is Achilles f
Patr. Within his Tent, but ill difpof'd my Lord.
Agam. Let it be knowne to him that we are here :
He fent our Mefiengers, and we lay by
Our appertainments, vifiting of him :
Let him be told of, fo perchance hethinke
We dare not moue the queftion of our place,
Or know not what we are.
Pat. I lhall fo fay to him.
Vlif. We faw him at the opening of his Tent,
He is not lîcke.
Ata. Yes, Lyon ficke^ ficke of proud heart} you may
call it Melancholly if will fauour the man, but by my
head,it'is pride; but why,why,let him Ihow vs the caufe?
A word my Lord.
NeJ. What moues Aiax thus to bay at him ?
Vlfi Achillü hath inueigled his Foole from him.
Nej. Who, Therfites ?
Vlif. He.
Nef. Then will Aiax lacke matter, if he haue loft his
Argument.
Vlif. No,you fee he is his argument that has his argu¬
ment Achilles.
Nef All the better, their fraction is more our wifli
then their faction ; but it was a ftrong counfell that a
Foole could difunite.
Vlif. The amitie that wifedome knits, not folly may
eafily vntie. Enter Patroclus.
Here
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Troy lus and Crefsîda.
Here comes Patroclm,
Nef. No Achilles with him?
Vlif. The EJephant hath ioynts, but none for curtefie :
His legge are legs for neceffitie,not for flight.
Patro. Achilles bids me fay he is much forty :
If any thing more then your fport and pleafure,
Did moue your greatnefle, and this noble State,
To call vpon him ; he hopes it is no other,
But for your health, and your digeftion fake ;
An after Dinners breath.
Aga. Heare you Patroclta :
We are too well acquainted with thefe anfwers:
But his euafion winged thus fwift with fcorne,
Cannot outflye our apprehenfions.
Much attribute he hath, and much the reafon.
Why we afcribe it to him, yet all his vertues.
Not vertuoufly of his owne part beheld,
Doe in our eyes, begin to loofe their glofle ;
Yea, and like faire Fruit in an vnholdfome difli.
Are like to rot vntafted : goe and tell him.
We came to fpeake with him ; and you lhall not finne.
If you doe fay, we thinke him ouer proud,
And vnder honeft; in felfe-aifumption greater
Then in the note of iudgement;& worthier then himfelfe
Here tends the fauage ftrangenefle he puts on,
Difguife the holy ftrength of their command :
And vnder write in an obferuing kinde
His humorous predominance, yea watch
His pettifli lines, his ebs, his flowes, as if
The paflage and whole carriage of this aftion
Rode on his tyde. Goe tell him this, and adde.
That if he ouerhold his price fo much,
Weele none of him j but let him, like an Engirt
Not portable, lye vnder this report.
Bring adfion hither, this cannot goe to warre :
A flirting Dwarfe, we doe allowance giue.
Before a fleeping Gyant : tell him fo.
Pat. I fliall, and bring his anfwere prefently.
Aga. In fécond voyce v/eele not be fatisfled.
We come to fpeake with h\Tn,'UliJf.s enter you.
Exit Vlijfes.
Aiax. What is he more then another ?
Aga. No more then what he thinkes he is.
Aia. Is he fo much, doe you not thinke, he thinkes
himfelfe a better man then I am ?
Ag. No queftion.
Aiax. Will you fubfcribe his thought, and fay he is ?
Ag. No, Noble Aiax, you are as ftrong, as valiant, as
wife, no lefle noble, much more gentle, and altogether
more trailable.
Aiax. Why fliould a man be proud? How doth pride
grow? I know not what it is.
Aga. Your minde is the cleerer vira*,and your vertues
the fairer; he that is proud, eates vp himfelfe; Pride is his
owne Glafle, his owne trumpet, his owne Chronicle, and
what euer praifes it felfe but in the deede, deuoures the
deede in the praife.
Enter Vlyjfes.
Aiax. I do hate a proud man,as I hate the ingendring
of T oades.
Neß, Yet he loues himfelfeñs't not dränge?
Vlif. Achilles will not to the field to morrow.
Ag. What's his excufe ?
Vlif. He doth relye on none.
But carries on the ftreame ofhis difpofe.
Without obferuance or refpefl of any.
In will peculiar, and in felfe admiflion.
Aga. Why, will he not vpon our faire requed,
Vntent his perfon, and fhare the ayre with vs?
Vlif. Things fmall as nothing, for requeds fake onely
He makes important; pofled he is with greatnefle.
And fpeakes not to himfelfe, but with a pride
That quarrels at felfe-breath. Imagin'd wroth
Holds in his bloud fuch fwolne and hot difcourfe.
That twixt his mentall and his ailiue parts,
Kingdom'd vfoi;//« in commotion rages.
And batters gaind it felfe ; what fliould I fay ?
He is fo plaguy proud, that the death tokens of it,
Cry no recouety.
Ag. Let goe to him.
Deare Lord, goe you and greete him in his Tent;
'Tis faid he holds you well, and will be led
At your requed a little from himfelfe.
Vlif. O Agamemnon, let it not be fo.
Weele confecrate the deps that Aiax makes.
When they goe from Achilles-, lhall the proud Lord,
That hades his arrogance with his owne feame.
And neuer fuffers matter of the world.
Enter his thoughts: faue fuch as doe reuolue
Aud ruminate himfelfe. Shall he be worfliipt.
Of that we hold an Idoll, more then hee?
No, this thrice worthy and right valiant Lord,
Mud not fo flaule his Palme, nobly acquir'd.
Nor by my will aflubiugate his merit,
As amply titled as Achilles is: by going to Achilles,
That were to enlard his fat already, pride.
And adde more Coles to Cancer, when he burnes
With entertaining great Hiperion.
This L. goe to him? lupiter forbid.
And fay in thunder, .ÄiuV/is goe to him.
Neß. O this is well, he rubs the veine of him.
Dio. And how his filence drinkes vp this applaufe.
Aia. If I goe to him, with my armed fid, lie pafli him
ore the face,
Ag. O no, you lhall not goe.
Aia. And a be proud with me, ile phefe his pride : let
me goe to him.
"Vlif. Not for the worth that hangs vpon our quarrel.
Aia. A paultry infolent fellow.
Neß, How he defcribes himfelfe.
Aia. Can he not be fociable?
Vlif. The Rauen chides blacknefle.
Aia. He let his humours bloud.
Ag. He will be the Phyfitian that (hould be the pa¬
tient.
Ala. And all men were a my minde.
VUj. Wit would be out of falhion.
Aia. A Ihould not "oeare it fo, a Ihould eate Swords
fird : lhall pride carry iti"
Neß. And 'twould, you'ld carry hälfe.
Ulif. A would haue ten lhares.
Aia. I will knede him, Ile make him fupple, hee's not
yet through warme.
Neß.Force him with praifes,poure in,poure in:his am¬
bition is dry.
Vlif. My L. you feede too much on this dillike.
Neß Our noble Generali, doe not doe fo.
Diom. You mud prepare to fight without Achilles.
Vlif. Why, 'tis this naming of him doth him harme.
Here is a man, but 'tis before his face,
I will be filent.
Neß. Wherefore Ihould you Co?
He
Troy lus and CreJ sida.
He is not emulous, as Achilles is.
VliJ. 'Know the whole world, he is as valiant.
Am, A horfon dog,that/hal palter thus with vs,would
he were a Trotan,
Neß^ What a vice were it in Aiax now
'VliJ. If he were proud.
Dio. Or couetous of praife.
yij, I, or furley borne.
T)io. Or ftrange, or felfe affedled.
i^/,Thank the heauens L.thou art offweet compofurej
Praife him that got thee, (he that gaue theefucke:
Fame be thy Tutor,and thy parts of nature
Thrice fam'd beyond, beyond all erudition 5
But he that difciplin'd thy armes to hght,
Let Mars deuide Eternity in twaine,
And giue him hälfe,and for thy vigour,
Bull, bearing Milo' his addition yeelde
To finnowie Aiax ; I will not praife thy wifdome,
Which like a bourne, a pale, a ihore confines
Thy fpacious and dilated parts } here's Neßor
Inftruéled by the Antiquary times :
He mud, he is, he cannot but be wife.
But pardon Father NeßoryVftrt your daycs
As greeneas Aiax., and your braine fo tempered,
Vou (hculd not haue the eminence ofhim.
But be as Aiax.
t/éia. Shall I call you Father ?
VltJ I my good Sonne,
Dio. Be rul'd by him Lord Aiax.
Vlif. There is no tarrying here,the Hart Achilles
Keepes thicket: pleafe it our Generali,
To call together all his date of warre,
Freih Kings are come to Troy ; to morrow
We mud with all our maine of power dand fad :
And here's a Lord, come Knights from Bad to Wed^
And cull their flowre, Aiax (hall cope the bed.
Ag. Goe we to Counfaile, let AcbilUs fleepe ;
Light Botes may faile fwift, though greater bulkes draw
deepe. Exeunt, Muficky founds within.
Enter Pandaruá and a Seruant.
Pan. Friend, you, pray you a word : Doe not you fol¬
low the yong Lord Parü f
Ser. I fir, when he goes before me.
Pan. You depend vpon him I meane?
Ser. Sir, I doe depend vpon the Lord.
Pan, You depend vpon a noble Gentleman : I mud
needes praife him.
Ser, The Lord be praifed.
fa. You know me, doe you not?
Ser. Faith fir, fuperficially.
Pa. Friend know me better, I am the Lord Pandaras,
Ser, I hope I (hall know your honour better.
Pa. I doe defire it.
Ser, You arc in the date of Grace?
Pa. Grace, not fo friend, honor and Lordfhip are my
title : What Mufique is this?
Ser. I doe but partly know fir : it is Muficke in parts.
Pa, Know you the Mufitlans.
Ser. Wholly fir.
Pa, Who play they to?
Ser. To the hearers fir.
Pa, Atwhofe pleafure friend f
Ser, At mine fir, and theirs that loue Muficke.
Pa. Command, I meane friend.
Ser. Who lhall I command fir ?
S8i
Pa, Friend, we vnderdand not one another : I am too
courtly, and thou art too cunning. At whofe requed doe
thefe men play ?
Ser. That's too't indeede fir : marry fir, at the requed
of Paris my L, who's there in perfonj with him the mor-
tall VenuSy the heart bloud of beauty , loues inuifible
foule.
Pa. Who ? my Cofin Creßda.
Ser. No fir, Helen^ could you not finde out that by
her attributes ?
Pa. It ihould feeme fellow, that thou had not feen the
Lady CreJJida. I come to fpeake withi Paris from the
Prince Troylus : I will make a complementa!! aíTault vpon
him, for my bufinefie feethes.
Ser, Sodden bufinefle, there's a dewed phrafe indeede.
Enter Tarts and Helena,
Pan. Faire be to you my Lord,and to all this faire com¬
pany: faire delires in all faire meafure falrely guide them,
efpecially to you faire Queene, faire thoughts be your
faire pillow.
Hel. Deere L. you are full of faire words.
Pan. You fpeake your faire pleafure fweete Queene :
faire Prince, here is good broken Muficke.
Par. You haue broke it cozen : and by my life you
ihail make it whole againe, you lhall peece it out with a
peece of your performance. Nely he is full of harmony.
Pan. Truely Lady no.
Hel. O fir.
fan. Rude in footh, in good footh very rude.
Parts. Well faid my Lord : well, you fay fo in fits«
fan. I haue bufinelTe to my Lord,deere Queene: my
Lord will you vouchfafe me a word,
Hel, Nay,this lhall not hedge vs out, weele heare you
ling certainely.
Pan, Well fweete Qi^eene you are pleafant with me,
but, marry thus my Lord,my deere Lord,and mod edee-
med friend your brother Troylus.
Hel, My Lord fandaras, hony fweete Lord.
Pan. Go too fweete Queene, goe to.
Commends himfelfe mod afiedlionately to you.
Hel. You lhall not bob vs out of our melody :
If you doe, our melancholly vpon your head.
fan. Swcete Queene, fweete Queene, that's a fweete
Queene I faith '
Hel.And to make a fweet Lady fad,is a Tower offence.
Pan. Nay, that lhall not ferue your turne, that lhall it
not in truth la. Nay, I care not for fuch words, no, no.
And my Lord he defires you, that if the King call for him
at Supper, you will make his excufe.
Hel. My Lord Pandaras ?
Pan. What faies my fweete Queene, my very, very
fweete Queene ?
Tar. What exploit's in hand, where fups he to night?
Hel, Nay but my Lord ?
Pan. What faies my fweere Queene ? my cozen will
fall out with you.
Hel, You mud not know where he fups.
Par. With my difpofer Qreßida.
Pan. No, no; no fuch matter,you are wide, come your
difpofer is ficke.
Par. Well, He make excufe.
Pan. I good my Lord : why ihould you lay Crejsida ?
no, your poore difpofer's ficke.
Par. I fpie.
Pan. You
Troy lus and Crefsida.
Pan. You Ipie, what doe you fpie : come, giue me an
Inilrument now fweete Queene^
Heî. Why this is kindely done ?
Pan. My Necce is horrible in loue with a thing you
haue fweete Queene.
Hel. She ihall haue it my Lord, if it be not my Lord
Parti.
Pand. Hee? no, /heele none of him, they two are
twaine.
Hel. Falling in after falling out,may make them three.
Pan. Come, come, .lie heare no more of this. He fing
you a fong now.
Hel. I, I, prethee now: by my troth fweet Lord thou
haft a fine fore-head.
Pan. I you may,you may.
Hel. Let thy fong be loue : this loue will vndoe vs al.
Oh Cupid, Cupid, Cupid.
Pan. Loue ? 1 that it fliall yfaith.
Par. Lgood now loue, loue, no thing but loue.
Pan. In good troth it begins fo.
Loue loue, nothing hut loue,fliU more :
For 0 loues ,
Shootes "^ucl^e and Doe t
The Shaft confounds not that it wounds,
"But tidales flîil the fore :
Thefe Louer5 cry, oh ho they dye j
Fet that which jeemes the wound to J^Hl,
Doth turne oh ho, to ha ha he :
So dying loue Hues fill,
0 ho a while,but ha ha ha\
0 hogrones outfor ha ha ha-'—hey ho,
Hel. In loue yfaith to the very tip of the nofe.
Par. He eates nothing but doues loue, and that breeds
hot bloud, and hot bloud begets hot thoughts, and hot
thoughts beget hot deedes. and hot deedes is loue.
ííZM. Is this the generation of loue ? Hot bloud, hot
thoughts, and hot deedes, why they are Vipers, is Loue a
generation of Vipers?
Sweete Lord whofe a field to day?
Par. HeCior, Deiphcebu6,Helenu&,Antbenor, and all the
gallantry of Troj;. J would faine haue arm'd today, but
my Nell would not haue it fo.
How chance my brother Troylui went not?
Hel. He hangs the lippe at fomething j you know all
Lord Pandarm}
fan. Not I hony fweete Queene : I long to heare how
they fped to day :
Youle remember your brothers excufe ?
Par. To a hayre.
Pan, Farewell fweete Queene.
Hel. Commend me to your Neece.
Pan. I will fweete Queene. Sound a retreat,
Par. They're come from fielde : let vs to Priants Hall
To greefe the Warriers. Sweet Hellen, I muft woe you,
To heipe vnarme our HeSlor : his ftubborne Buckles,
With thefe your white enchanting fingers toucht.
Shall more obey then to the edge of Steele,
Or force ofGreekilh fmewes : you /hall doe more
Then all the Hand Kings, difarme great Hedor.
Hel. 'Twill make vs proud to be his feruant Paríóx
Yea what he ihall receiue ofvs in duetie,
Giues vs more palme in beautie then we haue?
Yea ouer/hines our felfe.
Sweete aboue thought I loue thee. Exeunt.
Enter Pandarus and Troylus Man,
Pan. How now, where's thy Maifter, at my Couzen
Crefsidaóf
Man, No fir, he ftayes for you to conduft him thither.
Enter Troylus.
Pan. O here he comes: How now,how now?
Troy, Sirra walke off.
Pan. Haue you feene my Coufin?
Troy. No Pandarui \ I ftalke about her doore
^*'ke a ftrange foule vpon the Stigian bankes
^^aying for waftage.O be thou my Charon,
•^nd giue me fwift tranfportance to thofe fields.
Where I may wallow in the Lilly beds
Propos'd for the deferuer. O gentle Pandarus,
From Cupids ihoulder plucke his painted wings,
And flye with me to Crejsid.
Pan, Walke here ith'Orchard, He bring her ftraight.
Exit Pandaras.
Troy, I am giddy; expedition whirles me round,
Th'imaginary reliih is fo fweete.
That it inchants my fence : what will it be
When that the watry pallats tafte indeede
Loues thrice reputed Nedfar ? Death 1 feare me
Sounding diftrudlion, or fome ioy too fine,
Too fubtile, potent, and too iharpe in fweetneffe,
For the capacitie of my ruder powers;
I feare it much, and I doe feare befides,
That I ihall loofe diftindlion in my ioyes,
As doth abattaile,when they charge on heapes
The enemy fiying. Enter Pandarus.
Pan. Shee's making her ready,iheele come ftraight;you
muft be witty now, ihe does fo blulh,&fetches her winde
fo jhorC,as if ihe were fraid with a fprite : He fetch her ; it
is the prettieft villaine,ihe fetches her breath fo ihort asa
newtane Sparrow. Exit Pand.
Troy. £uen fuch a paifion doth imbrace my bofome;
My heart beates thicker then a feauorous pulfe,
And all my powers doe their beftowing looie,
Like vaffalage at vnawares encounrring
The eye of Maiefiie.
Enter Pandarus and Crefsida.
Pan, Come, come, what neede you blu/h ?
Shames a babie ; here ihe is now, fweare the oathes now
to her, that you haue fworne to me. What are you gone a-
gaine,you muft be watcht ere you be made tame, muft
you ? come your wayes, come your wayes, and you draw
backward weele put you i'th fils : why doe you not fpeak
to her? Come draw this curtaine,& let's fee your piöure.
Alaffe the day,how loath you are to offend day light?and
'twere darke you'ld clofe fooner : So, fo, rub on, and kiffe
the miftrefle ; how now, a kiffe in fee-farme ? build there
Carpenter, the ayre is fweete. Nay, you ihall fight your
hearts out ere I part you. The Faulcon,as the Tercell, for
all the Ducks ith Riuer : go too, go too.
Troy. You haue bereft me of all words Lady.
Pan. Words pay no debts-; giue her deedes : but iheele
bereaue you 'oth' deeds too, if ihee call your afriuity in
queftion : what billing againe ? here's in witneffe where¬
of the Parties interchangeably. Come in, come in. He go
get a fire ?
CreJ. Will you walke in my Lord?
Troy. O Crefsida,ho^ often haue I wiiht me thus?
CreJ. Wiiht my Lord ? the gods grant f O my Lord.
Troy. What ihould they grant? what makes this pret¬
ty abruption:what too curious dreg eipies my fweete La¬
dy in the fountaine of our loue ? »
CreJ. More
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Troy lus and CreJ sida.
Cref. More dregs then water,if my teares haue eyes.
Troy. Feares make diuels of Chérubins, they neuer fee
truely.
Cref. Blinde feare,that feeing reafon leads, Bndes fafe
footing, then blinde reafon, ftumbling without feare : to
feare the worft, oft cures the werfe.
Troy, Oh let my Lady apprehend no feare,
In all Cupids Pageant there is prefented no moniler.
Cref. Not nothing monftrons neither.^
Troy. Nothing but our vndertakings, when we vowe
to weepe feas,Iiue in hre,eate rockes,tame Tygers^think*
ing it harder for our MiftrelTe to deuifc impofition
inough, then for vs to vndergoe any difficultie impofed.
This is the monílruoíitie in loue Lady, that the will is in¬
finite,and the execution confinM^that the defire is bound-
leflTe, and the adl a flaue to limit.
Qref. They fay all Louers fweare more performance
then they ate able, and yet referue an ability that they
neuer performe: vowing more then the perfe¿lion of tenj
and difcharging leiTe then the tenth part of one. They
that haue the voyce of Lyons, and the zù. of Hares \ are
they not Monfters.^
Troy. Are there fuch? fuch are not we ; Praife vs as we
are tafied, allow vs as we proue : our head Ihall goe bare
till merit crowne it; no perfedlion in reuerfion lhall haue
a praife in prefent : wee will not name defert before his
birth, and being borne his addition ihall be humble : few
words to faire faith. Troylue lhall be fuch to Crefßd, as
what enuie can fay woril,lhall be a mocke for his truth)
and what truth can fpeake trued, not truer then Troy-
lus.
Cref. Will you walke in my Lord }
Enter Pandaruá.
Pan. What blulhing dill/haue you not done talking
yet?
Cref. Well Vnckle, what folly I commit, I dedicate
to you.
Pan. I thanke you for that :if my Lord get a Boy of
you,youIe giue him me; be true to my Lord,if he flinch,
chide me for it.
Tro. WoM know now your hoilages:your Vnckles word
and my firme faith.
Pan. Nay, lie giue my word for her too : our kindred
though they be long ere they are wooed, they are con-
ftant being wonne; they are Burres I can tell you,theyMe
dicke where they are throwne.
Cref. BoldnelTe comes to mee now, and brings mee
heart: Prince Troylusyl haue louM you night and day,for
many weary moneths.
Troy. Why was my Crefsid then fo hard to win f
Cref Hard to feeme won : but I was won my Lord
With the flrd glance ) that euer pardon me,
If 1 confefle much you will play the tyrant :
I loue you now,but not till now fo much
But I might maider it ) infaith I lye :
My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow
Too head-drong for their mother ; fee we fooles,
Why haue I blabM : who diall be true to vs
When we are fo vnfecret to ourfelues.^
But though I lou*d you well, I weed you not,
And yet good faith I wilht my felfe a man j
Or that we women had mens priuiledge
Offpeaking flrd. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,
For in this rapture I ihall furely fpeake
The thing 1 (hall repent: fee,fee,your filence
Comming in dumbneffe, from my weakenelTe drawes
My foule of counfell from me. Stop my mouth.
Troy. And fhall, albeit fweete Muficke ilTues thence.
Pan, Pretty yfaiih.
Cref, My Lord, 1 doe bcfeech you pardon me,
*Twas not my purpofe thus to beg a kifle :
1 am alham'd ) O Heauens, what haue I done !
For this time will I take my leaue my Lord.
Troy. Your leaue fweete Creßd}
Pan. Leaue ; and you take leaue till to morrow mor¬
ning.
Cref. Pray you content you.
Troy, What oU'ends you Lady ?
Cref. Sir, mine owne company.
Troy. You cannot Ihun your felfe*
Cref Let me goe and try;
I, haue a kinde of felfe recides with you :
But an vnkinde felfe, that it felfe will leaue,
To be anothers foole. Where is my witf
1 would be gone : I fpeake I know not what.
Troy. Well know they what they fpeake, that fpeakes
fo wifely.
Cre. Perchance my Lord,l /hew more craft then loue,
And fell fo roundly to a large confeflion,
To Angle for your thoughts: but you are wife,
Or elfe you loue not ; for to be wife and loue,
Bxceedes mans might,that dwels with gods aboue*
Troy, O that 1 thought it could be in a woman :
As if it can, 1 will prefume in you,
To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue.
To keepe her conftancle in plight and youth,
Out-liuing beauties outward, with a mlnde
That doth renew fwifter then blood decaies :
Or that perfwafion could but thus conuince me^
That my integritie and truth to you,
Might be aflfonted with the match and waight
Of fuch a winnowed puriritie in loue ;
How were I then vp-lifted ! but alas,
1 am as true, as truths fimplicitie.
And fimpler then the infancie of truth.
Cr f. In that lie warre with you.
Troy. O vertuous flght,
When right with right wars who /hall be moil right î
True fwaines in loue, /hall in the world to come
Approue their truths by Troylusj when their rimes,
Full of prote/l, of oath and big compare j
Wants flmiles, truth tir'd with iteration,
As true as /leele, as plantage to the Moone;
As Sunne to day : as Turtle to her mate :
As Iron to Adamant : as £arth to th'Center:
Yet after all comparifons of truth,
(As truths authenticke author to be cited)
As true as Troy lus, /hall crowne vp the Verfe,
And fandlifle the numbers.
Cref Prophet may you be :
If I be falfe, or fwerue a halre from truth,
When time is old and hath forgot it felfe :
When water drops haue worne the Stones of Troy )
And blinde obliuion fwallowM Cities vp j
And mightie States charadlerle/Te are grated
To du/lie nothing) yet let memory.
From falfe to falfe, among falfe Maids in loue,I
Vpbraid my falfehood, when they*aue faid as falfe.
As Aire, as Water, as Winde,as fandie earth )
As Foxe to Lambe ) as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe )
Pard to the Hinde, or Stepdame to her Sonne;
Yea, let them fay, to ilicke the heart of falfehood.
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'Troyîus and Crefsida.
As falfe as Creßd.
Pand. Go too, a bargalne made : feale it, feale it, lie
be the witneiTe here I hold your hand : here my Coufins,
if euer you proue falfe one to another, fmce I haue taken
fuch paines to bring you together, let all pittifull goers
betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name : call
them all Panders 5 let all conftant men be I'roylujfesy all
falfe women Creßdsy 2Lná all broken betweene, Panders î
fay, Amen.
Troy. Amen.
Cref. Amen.
Pan* Amen.
Whereupon I will fliew you a Chamber, which bed, be-
caufe it lhall notfpeake of your prettie encounters, preiTe
it to death : away.
And Cupid grant alljtong-tide Maidens heere,
Bed,Chamber,and Pander,to prouide this geere. Exeunt,
Enter Vlyßes^ Diomedes, Neßor, Agamemnon^
c^enelaus and Cbalcoó. Flor iß.
Cal. Now Princes for the feruice I haue done you,
Th'aduantage of the time promps me aloud,
To call for recompence t appeare it to your minde.
That through the fight I beare in things to loue,
I haue abandoned Troy, left my poiTelïion,
IncurM a Traitors name, expof*d myfelfe.
From certaine and pofieft conueniences,
To doubtfull fortunes, fequeftring from me all
That time, acquaintance, cudome and condition.
Made tame, and moft familiar to my nature :
And here to doe you feruice am become.
As new into the world, ftrange, vnacquainted.
I doe befecch you, as in way of taile,
To giue me now a little benefit :
Out of thofe many regiftred in promife.
Which you fay, liue to come in my behalfe.
Agam. What would'ft thou of vs Troian ? make
demand ?
Cal. You haue a Troian prifoner, caPd Anthenor^
Yefterday tooke : Troy holds him very deere.
Oft haue you ( often haue you, thankes therefore)
Defir'd my Crejid in right great exchange.
Whom Troy hath ftill denied : but this Antbtnofy
1 know is fuch a wreft in their afiaires ^
That their negotiations all muft llacke,
Wanting his mannage : and they will almoft,
Giue vs a Prince of blood, a Sonne of Prianty
In change of him. Let him be fent great Princes,
And he lhall buy my Daughter; and her prefence.
Shall quite ftrike off all feruice I haue done,
In moil accepted paine.
Aga. Let Diomedet beare him.
And bring vs hither: Calcas lhall haue
What he requefts of vs : good Diomed
Furniih you fairely for this enterchange ;
Withall bring word, if HeSlor will to morrow
Be anfwer'd in his challenge, Aiax is ready.
Dio. This lhall I vndertake, and 'tis a burthen
Which I am proud to beare. Exit.
Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent.
Vlij. Achilles Hands i'th entrance of his Tent ;
Pleafe it our Generali to paffe ftrangely by him,
Asifhe were forgot: and Princesall,
Lay negligent and loofe regard vpon him ;
1 will come laft, 'tis like heelequeftion me,
Why fuch vnplaufiue e)es are bent? why turn'd on him?
if fo, I haue derifion medicinable.
To vfe betweene your ftrangeneffe and his pride.
Which hisowne will lhall haue defire to drinkej
It may doe good, pride hath no other glaffe
To Ihow it felfe, but pride : for fupple knees,
Feede arrogance, and are the proud mans fees.
Agam. Weele execute your purpofe, and put on
A forme of ftrangeneffe as we paffe along,
So doe each Lord, and either greete him not,
Or elfe difdainfuUy, which lhall lhake him more,
Then if not lookton. I will lead the way.
Acbil. What comes the General! to fpeake with me?
You know my minde, He fight no more 'gainft Troy,
Aga. What faies Achilles y would he ought with vs?
FleJ. Would you my Lord ought with the Generali?
Acbil. No.
Nef. Nothing my Lord»
Aga. The better.
Achil. Good day, good day.
Men. How doe you ? how doe you ?
Acbi. What, do's the Cuckold fcorne me?
Aiax. How now Patroclus ?
Acbil. Good morrow Aiax ?
Aiax. Ha.
Achil. Good morrow.
Aiax. I, and good next day too. Exeunt,
Acbil. What meane thefe fellowes? know they not
Achilles ?
Pair. They paffe by ftrangely: they were vPd to bend
To fend their fmiles before them to Achilles \
To come as humbly as they vs'd to creepe to holy Altars.
Acbil. What am I poore of late?
'Tis certaine, greatneffe once falne out with fortune,
Muft fall out with men too : what the declin'd is,
He lhall as foone reade in the eyes of others,
As feele in his owne fall : for men like butter-flies.
Shew not their mealie wings, but to the Summer :
And not a man for being limply man.
Hath any honour; but honour'd for thofe honours
That are without him ; as place,riches,and fauour,
Prizes of accident, as oft as merit :
Which when they fall, as being flippery ftanders;
The loue that leand on them as flippery too.
Doth one plucke downe another, and together
Dye in the fall. But 'tis not fo with me ;
Fortune and I are friends, I doe enioy
At ample point, all that I did poffeffe,
Saue thefe mens lookes : who do me thinkes finde out
Something not worth in me fuch rich beholding,
As they haue often giuen. Here is Vlijfesy
He interrupt his reading : how now Vliffes}
Vlif. Now great Thetis Sonne.
Acbil. What are you reading ?
Vlij. A ftrange fellow here
Writes me, that man, how dearely euer parted.
How much in hauing, or without,or in.
Cannot make boaft to haue that which he hath ;
Nor feeles not what he owes, but by reflexion :
As when his vertues Ihining vpon others,
Heate them, and they retort that heate againe
To the firft giuer.
Acbil, This is not ftrange Vlffes :
The beautie that is borne here in the face.
The bearer knowes not, but commends it felfe,
Not going from it felfe : but eye to eye oppos'd,
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Troy lus and Cr ejsida.
Salutes each other with each others forme.
For fpeculatlon turnes not to it felfe,
Till it hath trauail'd, and is married there
Where it may fee it felfe ; this is not ftrange at all.
V/if. I doe not ftraine it at the pofition,
It is familiar ; but at the Authors drift,
Who in his circumftance, exprefly proues
That no may is the Lord of any thing,
(Though in and of him there is much confiding,)
Till he communicate his parts to others !
Nor doth he of himfelfe know them for ought.
Till he behold them formed in th'applaufe,
Where they are extended i who like an arch reuerb'rate
The voyce againe ; or like a gate of fteele.
Fronting the Sunne, receiues and renders backe
His figure, and his heate. I was much rapt in this.
And apprehended here immediately :
The vnknowne Aiax ;
Heauens what a man is there? a very Horfe, (are-
That has he knowes not what. Nature, what things there
Mod abiefl in regard, and deare in vfe.
What things againe mod deere in the edeeme,
And poore in worth : now (hall we fee to niorrow.
An a£i that very chance doth throw vpon him?
^iax renown'd ? O heauens, what fome men doe.
While fome men leaue to doe !
How fome men creepe in skittilh fortunes hall.
Whiles others play the Ideots in her eyes :
How one man eates into anothers pride.
While pride is feading in his wantonnefle
To fee theiè Grecian Lords ; why, euen already.
They clap the lubber ^iax on the dioulder.
As if his foote were on braue Heí¡$rs bred.
And great Troy dirinklng.
Achil. I doe beleeue it i
For they pad by me, as myfers doe by beggars.
Neither gaue to me good word, nor looke:
What are my deedes forgot ?
VHJ, Time hath(my Lord) a wallet at his backe.
Wherein he puts almes for ohiiuion :
A great fiz'd monder of ingratitudes :
Thofe fcraps are good deedes pad.
Which are deuour'd as lad as they are made.
Forgot as foone as done : perfeuerance, deere my Lord,
Keepes honor bright, to haue done, is to hang
Quite out of falhion, like a rudie male.
In monumentall mockrie ; take the indant way.
For honour trauels in a draight fo narrow,
Where one but goes a bread, keepe then the path:
For emulation hath a thoufand Sonnes,
That one by one purfue ; if you giue way.
Or hedge afide from the direif forth right ;
Like to an entred Tyde,they all rulh by.
And leaue you hindmod :
Or like a gallant Horfe falne in fird ranke.
Lye there for pauement to the abieil, neere
Ore-run and trampled on : then what they doe in prefent.
Though lede then yours in pad,mud ore-top yours :
For time is like a falhionable Hode,
That nightly lhakes his parting Cued by th'hand;
And with his armes out-dretcht,as he would dye,
Grafpes in the commer : the welcome euerfmiles.
And farewels goes out fighing : O let not vertue feeke
Remuneration for the thing it was : for beautie, wit.
High birth, vigor of bone, defers in feruice.
Loue, friendfhip, charity, are fubiefls all
To enuious and calumniating time:
One touch'of nature makes the whole world kin :
That all with one confent praife new borne gaudes,
Though they are made and moulded of things pad.
And goe to dud,that is a little guilt.
More laud then guilt oreduded.
The prefent eye praifes the pref nt obieñ :
Then maruell not thou great and compleat man.
That all the Greekes begin to worlhip Atax\
Since things in motion begin to catch the eye.
Then what not diis : the cry went out on thee.
And dill it might, and yet it may againe,
If thou would'd not entombe thy felfe aliue,
And cafe thy reputation in thy Tent ;
Whofe glorious deedes, but in thefe fields of late.
Made emulous millions 'mongd the gods themfelues.
And draue great Mars to failion.
Achil. Of this my priuacie,
I haue drong reafons.
Vnj. But 'gaind your priuacie
The reafons are more potent and heroycall :
'Tis knowne AchilUsyXhsit you are in loue
With one of Priants daughters.
Achil. Ha ? knowne ?
Vlif. Is that a wonder ?
The prouidence that's in a watchfull State,
Knowes almod euery graine of Plutces gold ;
rindes bottome in th'vncomprehenfiue deepes;
Keepes place with thought; and almod like the gods,
Doe thoughts vnuaile in their dumbe cradles :
There is a myderie ( with whom relation
Durd neuer meddle) in the foule of State ;
Which hath an operation more diuine.
Then breath or pen can giue exprefiure to :
All the commerfe that you haue had with Troy,
As perfeilly is ours,as yours,my Lord,
And better would it fit Achilles much.
To throw downe Heflor then Tolixena.
But it mud grieue yong 'Pirhtu now at home.
When fame lhall in her Hand found her trumpe ;
And all the Greekilh Girles lhall tripping ling.
Great Hedors fider did Achilles winne ^
But our great Aiax brauely beate downe him.
Farewell my Lord : I as your louer fpeake ;
The foole Hides ore the Ice that you Ihould breake.
Pair. To this elFefl Achilles haue I mou'd you ;
A woman impudent and mannilh growne.
Is not more loth'd, then an effeminate man.
In time of aélion : I dand condemn'd for this ;
They thinke my little domacke to the warre.
And your great loue to me,redraines you thus:
Sweete,roufe your felfe;and the weake vi3t\ton QufiJ
Shall from your necke vnloofe his amorous fould,
And like a dew drop from the Lyons mane.
Be Ihooke to ayrie ayre.
Achil. Shall Aiax fight with Hedor}
fair. I, and perhaps receiue much honor by him.
Achil. I fee my reputation is at dake.
My fame is Ihrowdly gored.
Pair. O then beware :
Thofe wounds heale ill, that men doe giue themfelues :
Omiflion to doe what is necelfary,
Seales a commillion to a blanke of danger.
And danger like an ague fubtly taints
Euen then when we fit idely in the funne.
Achil, Goe call Therfnes hither fweet Pairoclus,
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Troylus and Crefsida.
^le fend the foole to jiiax, and define him
T'inuite the Troian Lords after the Combat
To fee vs here vnarm'd : I haue a womans longing,
An appetite that I am ficke withall,
To fee great Heiior in his weedes of peace ; Enter therß.
To talke with him, and to behold his vifage,
Euen to my full of view. A labour fau'd.
^her. A wonder.
Achil. What?
Eher. tAiax goes vp and downe the field, asking for
himfelfe.
Achil. How fo ?
ther. Hee muft fight fingly to morrow with He&or,
and is fo prophetically proud of an heroicall cudgelling,
that he raues in faying nothing.
Achil. How can that be ?
Ther. Why he ftalkes vp and downe like a Peacock, a
ftride and a ftand: ruminates like an hofiefire,th3C hath no
Arithmatique but her braine to fet downe her recko¬
ning : bites his lip with a politique regard, as who fiiould
fay, there were wit in his head and twoo'd out ; and fo
there is: but it lyes as coldly in him, as fire in a flint,
which will not fliew without knocking. The mans vn-
done for euer;for if Heiler breake not his necke i'th'com-
bat, heele break't himfelfe in vaine-glory. He knowes
not mee : I faid, good morrow Aiax ; And he replyes,
thankes Agamemnon. What thinke you of this man,
that takes me for the Generali f Hee's growne a very
land-fiih, languageleiTe, a monfter : a plague of o-
pinion, a man may weare it on both fides like a leather
lerkin.
Achil. Thou muft be my Ambaflador to him Therßtes,
Eher. Who, I: why,heele anfwer no body: he pro-
feflfes notanfwering ; fpeaking is for beggers : he weares
his tongue in's armes : I will put on hij prefence ; let Pa-
trocltu make his demands to me, you ihall fee the Page¬
ant of Aiax.
Achil. To him fatrocluí-, tell him, 1 humbly delire the
valiant Aiax, to inuite the moft valorous Heiior, to come
vnarm'd to my Tent, and to procure fafe condudl for his
perfon, of the magnanimious and moft illuftrious, fixe or
feauen times honour'd Captaine, Generali of the Grecian
Armie Agamemnon,Sec. doe this.
Patro. loue blefle great yiiaar.
Eher. Hum.
fair. I come from the worthy Aehilles.
Eher. Ha?
Putr. Who moft humbly delires you to inuite Heiior
to his Tent.
Eher. Hum.
Patr. And to procure fafe conduct from Agamemnon,
Eher. Agamemnon ?
Patr. I my Lord.
Eber. Ha?
Patr. What fay you too't.
Eher. God buy you with all my heart.
Patr. Your anfwer fir.
Eher. If to morrow be a faire day, by eleuen a clocke
it will goe one way or other j howfocuer, he fliall pay for
me ere he has me.
Patr. Your anfwer fir.
Ther. Fare you well withall my heart.
Achil. Why, but he is not in this tune, is he ?
Eher. No,hut he's out a tune thus: what muficke will
be in him when Heiior has knockt out his braines,I know
not : but I am fure none, vnlefle the Fidler Afollo get his
fincwes to make catlings on.
Achil. Come, thou Ihalt beare a Letter to him
ftraight.
Eher. Let me carry another to his Horfejfor that's the
more capable creature.
Achil. My minde is troubled like a Fountaine ftir'd.
And I my felfe fee not the bottome of it.
Eber. Would the Fountaine of your minde were cleere
againe, that I might water an AflTe at it : I had rather be a
Ticke in a Sheepe, then fuch a valiant ignorance.
Enter at one doore dEneae with a Eorch, at another
Paris, Diephcehui ,Anthenor ,Diomed the
Grecian, with Eorches.
Par. See hoa, who is that tliere ?
EDieph. It is the Lord c/Eneae.
d/£ne. Is the Prince there in perfon ?
Had I fo good occafion to lye long
As you Prince Para,nothing but heauenly bufinelTe,
Should rob my bed-mate of my company.
Diom. That's my minde too : good morrow Lord
c/£neas.
Par. A valiant Greeke orEneae, take his hand,
WitnefiTe the procelTe of your fpeech within ;
You told how Diomed in a whole weeke by dayes
Did haunt you in the Field.
ex£«. Health to you valiant fir.
During all queftionofthe gentle truce:
But when I meete you arm'd,as blacke defiance,
As heart can thinke,or courage execute.
EDhm. The one and other EDiomedembraces.
Our blouds are now in calme;and fo long health:
But when contention,and occafion meetes,
By loue. He play the hunter for thy life.
With all my force, purfuite and pollicy.
dEne. And thou (halt hunt a Lyon that will flye
With his face backward, in humaine gentlenefle:
Welcome to Troy ; now by Anchijei life.
Welcome indeede : by Henus hand I fweare.
No man aliue can loue in fuch a fort.
The thing he meanes to kill, more excellently,
Diom. We fimpathize, loue let cEneas Hue
(If to my fword his (àte be not the glory,?
A thoufand compleate courfes of the Sunne,
But in mine emulous honor let him dye :
With euery ioynt a wound, and that to morrow.
dEne. We know each other well.
Dio. We doe,and long to know each other worfe.
far. This is the moft, defpightful'ft gentle greeting;
The nobleft hatefull loue, that ere 1 heard of.
What bufinelTe Lord fo early?
dEne. I was fent for to the King;but why, I know not.
Par. His purpofe meets you;it was to bring this Greek
To Calcha's houfe; and there to render him.
For the enfreed Anihenor,the faire Crejßdi
Lers haue your company; or if you pleafe.
Hafte there before vs. I conftantly doe thinke
(Or rather call my thought a certaine knowledge)
My brother Eroylus lodges there to night.
Roufe him, and giue him note of our approach.
With the whole quality whereof, I feare
We (hall be much vnwelcome.
dEne. That 1 alTure you :
Eroylus had rather Troy were borne to Greece,
Then Creßd borne from Troy.
Par. There
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Troy lus and Cre/sida.
Par, There is no helpe :
The bitter difpofition of the time will haue it fo.
On Lord, weele follow you.
Good morrow all. Exit z^neoi
far. And tell me noble ^iomed\ faith tell me true,
Euen in the foule of found good fellow/hip,
Who in your thoughts merits faire Helen moil ?
My felfe,or zMenelamf
Diom. Both alike.
He merits well to haue her,that doth feeke her.
Not making any fcruple of her foylure,
With fuch a hell of paine, and world of charge.
And you as well to keepe her, that defend her,
Not pallating the talle of her diihonour,
With fuch a coilly lolTe of wealth and friends :
He like a puling Cuckold, would drinke vp
The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece s
You like a letcher, out of whorifh loynes,
Are pleafM to breede out your inheritors:
Both merits poya^d, each weighs no lelfe nor more,
But he as he, which heauierfora whore.
Par, You are too bitter to your country-woman.
Dio. Shee's bitter to her countrey : heare me PariSy
For euery falfe drop in her baudy veines,
A Grecians life hath funke ; for euery fcruple
Of her contaminated carrion weight,
A Troian hath beene ilaine. Since fhe could fpeake,
She hath not giuen fo many good words breach.
As for her, Greekes and i'roians fuffred death.
Par. Faire Diomedy you doe as chapmen doe,
Difpraife the thing that you delire to buy :
But we in filence hold this vertue well ;
Weele not commend, what we intend to fell.
Here lyes our way. Exeunt.
Enter Troyluá and CreJJlda,
Troy, Deere trouble not your felfe : the morne is cold.
CreJ. Then fweet my Lord, lie call mine Vnckle down;
He lhall vnbolt the Gates.
Troy. Trouble him not:
To bed,to bed : lleepe kill thofe pritty eyes,
And glue as foft attachment to thy fences,
As Infants empty of all thought.
Cref. Good morrow then.
Troy, I prithee now to bed.
CreJ. Are you a weary of me ?
Troy. O CreJJida ! but that the bulie day
Wak*t by the Larke,bath rouzM the ribauld Crowes,
And dreaming night will hide our eyes no longer :
I would not from thee.
Cref. Night hath beene too briefe. (Hayes,
Troy. Belhrew the witch I with venemous wights fhe
As hidiouDy as hell ; but Hies the grafpes of loue,
With wings more momentary,fwift then thought:
You will catch cold, and curfe me.
Cref. Prithee tarry,you men will neuer tarry j
0 fooliih Crejßdy I might haue Hill held off, ,
And then you would haue tarried. Harke,ther's one vp?
Pand. vitbin. What's all the doores open here?
Troy. It is your Vnckle. Enter Pandaras.
CreJ. A pellilence on him : now will he be mocking :
1 fhall haue fuch a life.
Pan. How now, how now ? how goe maiden-heads ?
Heare you Maide : wher's my cozin CreJJtd?
Cref. Go hang your felf,you naughty mocking Vnckle:
You bring me to doo—--and then you fîoute me too.
Pan. To do what? to do what ? let her fay what :
What haue I brought you to doe ?
Cref, Come, come, bertirew your heart : youle nere be
good, nor fuffer others.
Pan. Ha,ha: alas poore wretch: a poore Chipocbiayhd.^
not flept to night ? would he not ( a naughty man ) let it
lleepe:a bug-beare take him. One l^noc^s.
Qref. Did not I tell you ? would he were knockt Ith'
head. Who's that at doore? good Vnckle goe and fee.
My Lord, come you againe into my Chamber:
You fmile and mocke me, as if I meant naughtily.
Troy. Ha, ha.
Cre. Come you are deceiu'd, I thinke of no fuch thing.
How carnellly they knocke : pray you come in. KnocJ^e,
I would not for hälfe Troy haue you feene here. Exeunt
Pan. Who's there ? what's the matter? will you beate
downe the doore ? How now, what's the matterf
ZyEne. Good morrow Lord, good morrow.
fan. Who's there my Lorá\c^nea¿? by my troth I
knew you not : what newes with you fo early ?
z/Ene. Is not Prince Troylus here ?
Pan. Here? what fhould he doe here?
zElne. Come he is here, my Lord, doe not deny him :
It doth import him much to fpeake with me.
fan. Is he here fay you ? 'tis more then I know. He be
fworne: For my ownei part I came in late : what fhould
he doe here ?
cyEne, Who,nay then; Come,come, youle doe him
wrong, ere y'are ware : youle be fo true to him, to be
falfe to him ; Doe not you know of him, but yet goe fetch
him hither, goe.
Enter Troylus^
Troy. How now, what's the matter?
z/£ne. My Lord, I fcarce haue leifure to falute you.
My matter is fo rafh : there is at hand,
Paris your brother,and DeiphœhuSy
The Grecian Diomedy and our Antbenor
Deliuer'd to vs, and for him forth-with,
Ere the firft facrifice, within this houre,
We muft giue vp to Diomeds hand
The Lady Crejßda,
Troy, Is it concluded fo ?
zEne. By Priarnyznd the generali Hate of Troy,
They are at hand, and ready to effeil it.
Troy. How my atchieuements mocke me ;
I will goe meete them : and my Lord zEneas,
Vie met by chance ; you did not finde me here.
zEn. Good,good,my Lord,the fecrets of nature
Haue not more gift in taciturnitie. Exennt.
Enter Pandaras and Crefßd,
Pan. Is't poflible? no fooner got but loH : the diuell
take Antbenor'y the yong Prince will goe mad : a plague
vpon Antbenor ; I would they had brok's necke.
Cref. How now? what's the matter ? who was here?
fan. Ah, ha |
Cref. Why figh you fo profoundly? wher's my Lordf
gone ? tell me fweet Vnckle, what's the matter ?
Pan. Would I were as deepe vnder the earth as I am
aboue.
Cref. O the gods ! what's the matter ?
Pan. Prythee get thee in : would thou had'ft nere been
borne; I knew thou would'H be his death.O poore Gen¬
tleman : a plague vpon Antbenor,
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Troy lus and Cre/sida.
Cref. Good Vnckle I befeech you, on my knees, I be-
feech you what's the matter?
Pan. Thou muft be gone wench, thou muft be gone ;
thou art changM for yintbenor: thou muft to thy Father,
and be gone from Troylus : 'twill be his death : 'twill be
his baine, he cannot beare it..
Cref. O you immortall gods ! I will not goe.
'Pan, Thou muft,
Cref, I will not Vnckle : I haue forgot ray Father :
I know no touch of confanguinitie :
No kin, no loue, no bloud,no foule, fo neere me.
As the fweet Troylus : O you gods diuine |
Make Creffds name the very crowne of falihood
If euer íhe leaue Troylus : time, orce and death.
Do to this body what extremitie you can ;
But the ftrong bafe and building of my loue,
Is as the very Center of the earth.
Drawing all things to it. 1 will goe in and weepe,
Tan, Doe, doe.
CreJ. Teare my bright heire, and fcratch my praifed
cheekes,
Cracke my cleere voyce with fobs, and breake my heart
With founding Troylus. I will not goe from Troy.Exeunt.
Enter Parü^ TroyluSyft^neae^ De'iphebuSyAn-
tbenor and Diomedes.
Par. It is great morning, and the houre prefixt
Of her deliuerie to this valiant Greeke
Comes feft vpon : good my brother Troylusy
Tell you the Lady what /he is to doe,
And haft her to the purpofe.
Troy. Walke into her houfe :
lie bring her to the Grecian prefently ;
And to his hand, when I deliuer her,
Thinke it an Altar, and thy brother Troylus
A Prieft, there offring to it his heart.
Par. Iknow what'tis to loue,
And would, as I /hall pittie, I could helpe.
Pleafe you walke in, my Lords. Exeunt.
Enter Pandaras and Crejjîd.
Pan. Be moderate, be moderate.
CreJ^ Why tell you me of moderation ?
The griefe is fine, full perfefl that I ta/Ie,
And no le/Te in a fenfe as ftrong
As that which caufcth it. How can I moderate it ?
If I could temporiie with my affe£Iion,
Or brew it to a weake and colder pallat,
The like alaiment could I giue my griefe;
My loue admits no qualifying cro/l'e; Enter Troylus.
No more my griefe, in fuch a precious lo/Te.
Pan. Here,here,here,he comes,a fweet ducke.
CreJ. O TroyluSy Troylus !
Pan. What a paire of fpeÖacles is here? let me em¬
brace too ; oh hart, as the goodly faying is j O heart, hea-
uie heart, why figheft thou without breaking? where he
anfwers againe ; becaufe thou canft not eafe thy fmart by
friend/hip, nor by fpeaking : there was neuer a truer rimej
let vs caft away nothing, for we may Hue to haue neede
of fuch a Verfe : we lee it, we fee it : how now Lambs?
Troy. Crefßd: I loue thee in fo ftrange a puritiej
That the bleft gods, as angry with my fencie,
More bright in zeale, then the deuotion which
Cold lips blow to their Deities : take thee from me.
Cref. Haue the gods enuie ?
Pan. 1,1,1,1,'tis too plaine a cafe.
Cref. And is it true, that I muft goe from Troy?
Troy. A hateful! truth.
Cref. What, and from Troylus too^
Troy. From Troy,and Troylus.
Cref. Ift poflible ?
Troy. And fodainely, where iniurle of chance
Puts backe leaue-taking, iuftles roughly by
All time of paufe \ rudely beguiles our lips
Of all reioyndure : forcibly preuents
Our lockt embrafures; ftrangles our deare vowes,
Euen in the birth of ourowne laboring breath.
We two, that with fo many thoufand fighes
Did buy each other, muft poorely fell our felues.
With the rude breuitie and difcharge of our
Iniunous time ; now with a robbers hafte
Crams his rich theeuerie vp, he knowes not how.
As many farwels as be ftars in heauen,
With diftinól breath,and confign'd ki/Tcs to them,
He fumbles vp into a loofe adiew ;
And fcants vs with a fingle frmiiht ki/Te,
Diftafting with the fait of broken teares. Enter irEneus.
orneas •»'ithin. My Lord, is the Lady ready ?
Troy. Harke, you are call'd ; fome fay the genius fo
Cries, come to him that inftantly muft dye.
Bid them haue patience : /he /hall come anon.
Pan. Where are my teares? raine, to lay this winde,
or my heart will be blowne vp by the root.
Cref. 1 muft then to the Grecians?
Troy. No remedy.
Cref. A wofull CreJJid*mon¿ñ the merry Greekes.
Troy. When-/hall we fee againe?
Troy. Here me my loue : be thou but true of heart.
Cref. I true? how now? what wicked deeme is this?
Troy. Nay, we muft vfe expoftulation kindely,
For it is parting from vs;
I fpeake not, be thou true, as fearing thee :
For I will throw my Gloue to death himfelfe.
That there's no macularion in thy heart :
But be thou true, fay I, to fa/hion in
My fequent proteftation: be thou true,
And I will fee thee.
Cref. O you /hall be expoPd, my Lord to dangers
As infinite, as imminent : but He be true.
Troy. And lie grow friend with danger ;
Wcare this Sleeue.
Cref. And you this Gloue.
When /hall I fee you ?
Troy. I will corrupt the Grecian Centinels,
To giue thee nightly vifitation.
But yet be true.
Cref. O heauens : be true againe ?
Troy. Heare why I fpeake itj Loue :
The Grecian youths are full of qualitie,
Their louing well compos'd,with guift of nature,
Flawing and fweJling ore with Arts and exercife ;
How nouelties may moue, and parts with perfon.
Alas, a kinde of godly iealoufie ;
Which I befeech you call a vertuous finne;
Makes me a/fraid.
Qref. O heauens, you loue me not !
Troy. Dye I a villaine then ;
In this I doe not call your faith in queftion
So mainely as my merit : I cannot fing,
Nor heele the high Lauolt; nor fweeten talke;
Nor play at fubtill games j frire vertues all j |
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Troylus and Crefstda.
To which theOrecians are moft prompt.and pregnant:
But I can tell that in each grace of thefe,
There lurkes a ilill and dumb-difcourliue diuell,
That tempts moft cunningly : but be not tempted.
CreJ. Doe you thinke I will:
TVoj*. Nojbut fomething may be done that we wilnot;
And ibmecimes we are diuels to our felues,
When we will tempt the frailtie of our powers,
Prefuming on their changefull potencie.
z/£nea6 within. Nay, good my Lord ?
Troy, Come kifle, and let vs part.
Parü within. Brother Troylus ?
Troy. Good brother come ypu hither,
And bring ^neas and the Grecian with you.
Cref. My Lord, will you be true? Exit.
Troy. Who I ? alas it is my vice, my fault :
Whiles others fiih with craft for great opinion,
I, with great truth, catch meere fimplicitie j
Whirft fome with cunning guild their copper crownes,
With truth and plainneiTe I doe weare mine bare :
Enter the GreeXçt,
Feare not my truth j the morrall of my wit
Is plaine and true, ther's all the reach of it.
Welcome fir Dtomed, here is the Lady
Which iox Antenor^ we deliuer you.
At the port (Lord) lie giue her to thy hand,
And by the way polTefle thee what ihe is.
Entreate her faire j and by my foule, faire Greeke,
If ere thou ftand at mercy of my Sword,
Name Creßdy and thy life ihall be as fafe
As Priam is in Illion ?
Diom, Faire Lady Crefsid,
So pleafe you fauethe thankes this Prince expefls :
Theluftre ifi youreye, heauen in your cheeke,
Pieades your faire vifage, and to Diomed
You (hall be miftreííe, and command him wholly.
Troy. Grecian, thou do'ft not vfe me curteoufly,
To lhame the feale of my petition towards,
I praifing her. I tell thee Lord of Greece :
Shee is as farre high ibaring oVe thy praifes,
As thou vnworthy to be cal'd her feruant :
I charge thee vfe her well, euen for my charge :
For by the dreadful! Phto, ifthou do'ft not,
(Though the great bulke Achilles be thy guard)
lie cut thy throate.
Diom. Oh be not mou*d Prince Troylus'y
Let me be priuiledgM by myplace and meifage,
To be a fpeaker free? when I am hence.
He anfwer to my luft t and know my Lord ;
He nothing doe on charge s to her owne worth
She ihall be priz'd : but that you fay, be't fo j
Hefpeake it in my fpirit and honor, no.
Troy. Come to the Port. He tell thee TDiomedy
This braue, ihall oft make thee to hide thy head ;
Lady,giue me your hand,and as we walke,
To our owne felues bend we our needefiill talke.
Sound Trumpet.
Par. Harke, Trumpet.
i/£ne. How haue we fpent this morning
The Prince muft thinke me tardy and remiíTe,
That fworeto ride before him in the field.
Par, 'Tis Troylus fault : come, come, to field with him.
Exeunt.
Dio. Let vs make ready ftraight.
zEne. Yea, with a Bridegroomes freih alacritie
Let vsaddreiTe to tend on HeElors heeles :
The glory of our Troy doth this day lye
On his faire worth, and fingle Chiualrie,
P>nter Aiax armedy Achilles yPatrocluSy Aznmemnoñy
MenelausyVliJfesy Neßcr^QaicaSy Ö*c,
Aga. Here art thou in appointment freih and foire,
Anticipating time. With ftarting courage,
Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy
Thou dreadfuil Aiaxy that the appauled aire
May pierce the head of the great Combatant,
And hale him hither.
Ada. Thou, Trumpet, thcr's my purfej
Now cracke thy lungs, and fplit thy brafen pipe:
Blow villaine, till thy fphered Bias cheeke
Out-fwell the collicke of puft Aquilon :
Come, ftrefch thy cheft, and let thy eyes fpout bloud :
Thou bloweft for Heßor.
Vlif. No Trumpet anfwers.
Achil, 'Tis but early dayes.
Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter?
VliJ. 'Tis he, I ken the manner ofhis gate,
He rifes on the toe : that fpirit ofhis
In afpiration lifts him from the earth.
Aga, Is this the Lady Crcßdl
Dio, Euen ihe.
Aga, Moft deerely welcome to the Greekcs, fweete
Lady.
Neß. Our Generali doth falute you with a kifle,
^lif. Yet is the kindenefle but particular^ 'twere bet¬
ter Ihe were kift in generali.
Neß. And very courtly counfell : He begin. So much
for Neßor,
Achil. He take that winter from your lips faire Lady
Achilles bids you welcome.
Mene. I had good argument for kifling once.
Patro, But that's no argument for kiflfing now 5
For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment.
VUj. Oh deadly gall, and theame of all our fcornes,
For which we loofe our heads, to gild his homes.
Patro. The firft was zMenelaus kilTe, this mine :
Patroclus kifles you.
Mene, Oh this is trim.
Patr. Paris and I kifle euermore for him.
Mene. He haue my kifle fir : ILady by your leaue.
Crej. In kifling doe you render,or receiue.
Patr. Both take and giue.
Creß. He make my match to Hue,
The kifle you take is better then you glue : therefore no
kiiTe.
Mene. He giue you boote, He giue you three for one.
Cref. You are an odde man, giue euen,or giue none.
Mene, An odde man Lady, euery man is odde.
Crej, No, Paris\s not; for you know 'tis true,
That you are odde, and he is euen with you.
Mene. You fillip me a'th* head.
Cref. No, He be fworne.
y^iif It were no match,your naile againft his borne ;
May 1 fweete Lady beg a kiíTe of you ?
Cref. You may.
'Oiif. I doe defire it.
Cref Why begge then ?
Vlif, Why then for Venus fake, giue me a kifle :
When Hellen is a maide againe, and his —
Cref, I am your debtor, claime it when 'tis due.
^ <]■ 3 Vlif Neuer's
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Troy lus and CreJ sida.
Uíif. Neuer's my day, and then a kifle of you.
Diom. Lady a word, lie bring you to your Father.
Neß. A woman of quicke fence.
mj. Fie, fie,vpon her :
Ther's a language in her eye, her cheeke,her lipj
Nay,her foote l'peakes,her wanton fpirites looke out
At euery ioynt,and motiue of her body :
Oh thefe encounterers fo glib of tongue,
That giue a coafting welcome ete it comes ;
And wide vnclafpe the tables of their thoughts.
To euery tickling reader : fet them downe.
For lluttilh fpoyles ofopportunitie ;
And daughters of the game. Exennt,
Enter ell of Trey, Hefior, Paris,o/Eneiu, HeUnits
and Attendants. Floriß).
AIL The Troians Trumpet.
Aga. Yonder comes the troope.
Haile all you ftate of Greece : what lhalbe done
To him that viffory commands? or doe you purpofe,
A viélor lhall beknowne : will you the Knights
Shall to the edge of all extremitie
Purfue each other; or lhall be diuided
By any voyce,or order of the field i Hedor bad aske ?
Aga. which way would Hedor haue it?
íAlne. He cares not, heele obey conditions.
Aga. 'Tis done like Hedor, but fecurely done,
A little proudly, and great deale difprifing
The Knight oppos'd.
c/£»e. If not Achilles fir, what is your name ?
Achil. If not Achilles ,notYi\n%.
cy£ne. Therefore Achilles-, but what ere,know this,
In the extremity of great and little :
Valour and pride excell themfelues in Hedor-,
Theonealmofi as infinite as all ;
The other blanke as nothing : weigh him well :
And that which lookeslike pride, is curtefie :
This Aiax is hälfe made of Hedors bloud ;
In loue whereof, hälfe Hedor Haies at home :
Hälfe hearr,halfe hand, hälfe Hedor,comes to feeke
This blended Knight, hälfe Troian,and hälfe Greeke.
Achil. A maiden battaile then? O I perceiue you.
Aga. Here is fit,Diomed-. goe gentle Knight,
Stand by our Aiax -. as you and Lord oASneae
Confent vpon the order of their fight.
So be it: either to the vttermoft.
Or fife a breach: the Combatants being kin.
Hälfe Hints their flrite, before their Hrokes begin.
VliJ, They are oppos'd already.
Aga. What Troian is that fame that lookes fo heauy?
Vltf The yongeH Sonne of Priam ;
A true Knight ; they call him Troylm ;
Not yet mature, yet matchlelTe,firme of word.
Speaking in deedes, and dcedelefie in his tongue ;
Not foone prouok'c, nor being prouok't, foone calm'd ;
His heart and hand both open,and both free :
For what he has, he giues ; what thinkes,he Hiewes ;
Vet giues he not till lodgement guide his bounty.
Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath :
Manly as Hedor, but more dangerous ;
For Hedor in his blaze of wrath fubfcribes
To tender obiefls; but he,in heate ofaâion.
Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue.
They call him Troylus ; and on him ereil,
A fécond hope, as fairely built as Hedor.
Thus faies zfineas, one that knowes the youth,
Euen to his inches : and with priuate foule.
Did in great Illion thus tranflate him to me. Alarum.
Aga, They are in ailion.
Heß. Now Aiax hold thine owne.
Troy. Hedor, thou lleep'H, awake thee.
Aga. His blowes are wel difpos'd there Aiax, trúfeis
Diom. You muH no more. ceaje,
e/£ne. Princes enough, fo pleafe you.
Aia. I am not warme yet, let vs fight againe.
Diom, As Hedor pleafes.
Hed, Why then will I no more :
Thou art great Lord,my Fathers fiHersSonne j
A coufen german to great Priams feede :
The obligation of our bloud forbids
A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine :
Were thy commixion, Greeke and Troian fo.
That thou could'H fay, this hand is Grecian all.
And this is Troian: the finewesofthis Legge,
All Greeke, and this all Troy : my Mothers bloud
Runs on the dexter cheeke, and this finiHer
Bounds in my fathers : by /oar multipotent.
Thou fliould'H not beare from me a Greekilh member
Wherein my fword had not imprelTure made
Of our ranke feud : but the iuH gods gainfay.
That any drop thou borrwd'H from thy mother.
My facred Aunt, fliould by my mortall Sword
Be drained. Let me embrace thee Aiax -,
By him that thunders, thou hafl luflie Armes;
Hedor would haue them fall vpon him thus.
Cozen, all honor to thee.
Aia. I thanke thee Hedor :
Thou art too gentle, and too free a man :
I came to kill thee Cozen, and beare hence
A great addition, earned in thy death.
Hed. Not Neoptolymus fo mirable.
On whofe bright creH, fame with her lowd'H (O yes)
Cries, This is he ; could'H promife to himfelfe,
A thought of added honor, torne from Hedor.
e/£ne. There is expeftance here from both the fides.
What further you will doe|?
Hed. Weele aniwere it:
The ilTue is embracement : Aiax,fitevte\\.
Aia. If I might in entreaties finde fuccelTe,
As feld I haue the chance ; I would delire
My famous Coufin to our Grecian Tents.
Diom. 'Tis Agamemnons wilh,and gteaX Achilles
Doth long to fee vnarm'd the valiant Hedor.
Hed, eASneas ,call my brother Troylus to me :
And fignifie this louing enterview
To the expeilers of our Troian part :
Delire them home. Giue me thy hand, my Coufin :
I will goe eate with thee, and fee your Knights.
Enter Agamemnon and the reß.
Ala. Great Agamemnon comes to meete vs here.
Hed, The worthieH of them, tell me name by name:
But for Achilles, mine owne ferching eyes
Shall finde him by his large and portly lize.
Aga. Worthy of Armes : as welcome as to one i
That would be rid of fuch an enemie.
But that's no welcome : vnderHand more cleere
What's paH,and what's tocome,is Hrew'd with huskesj
And formelelTe ruine of obliuion :
But in this extant moment, feith and troth,
Strain'd purely from all hollow bias drawing:
Bids thee with moH diuine integritie.
From heart of very heart, great Hedor welcome,
Hed. I thanke thee moH imperious tAgamemnon,
Aga, My
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Troy lus and Cre/sida.
Aga. My well-fem'd Lord of Troy.no lefle to you,
Mr«. Let me confirme my Princely brothers greeting,
You brace of warlike Brothers, welcome hither.
Hefl. Who muft we anfwer ?
The Noble Menelaiu,
HeEl. O, you my Lord, by Mart his gauntlet thanks,
Mockenot, that I afieil th'vntraded Oath,
Your quondam wife fweares dill by renta Gloue
Shee's well, but bad me not commend her to you.
Men. Name her not now fir,lhe's a deadly Theame.
Hefl. O pardon, I offend.
Neß. I haue ( thou gallant Troyan ) feene thee oft
Labouring for deftiny, make cruell way
Through rankes of Greekilh youth : and I haue feen thee
As hot as Perjeta, fpurre thy Phrygian Steed,
And feene thee fcorning forfeits and fubduments.
When thou had hung thy aduanced fword i'th'ayre.
Not letting it decline, on the declined :
That I haue faid vnto my danders by.
Loe lupiter is yonder, dealing life.
And I haue feene thee paufe, and take thy breath.
When that a ring of Greekes haue hem'd thee in.
Like an Olympian wredling. This haue 1 feene.
But this thy countenance (dill lockt in deele)
I neuer faw till now. I knew thy Grandfire,
And once fought with him ; he was a Souldier good,
But by great Mars, the Captaine of vs all.
Neuer like thee. Let an oldman embrace thee,
And (worthy Warriour) welcome to our Tents.
c/f««. 'Tis the old Neßor.
HeSf. Let me embrace thee good old Chronicle,
That had fo long walk'd hand in hand with time:
Mod reuerend Neßor, I am glad to clafpe thee.
Ne.I would my armes could match thee in contention
As they contend with thee in courtefie.
Heâ. I would they could.
Neß, Ha? by this white beard Pld fight with thee to
morrow. Well, welcom, welcome : I haue feen the time.
riyf. I wonder now,how yonder City dands.
When we haue heere her Bafe and pillar by vs.
HeS, I know your fauour Lord Vlyjfet well.
Ah fir, there's many a Greeke and Troyan dead.
Since fird I faw your felfe, and Diomed
In Illion, on your Greekilh Embadie.
riyj. Sir, I foretold you then what would enfue.
My prophefie is but hälfe his iourney yet ;
For yonder wals that pertly front your Townc,
Yond Towers, whofe wanton tops do buffe the clouds.
Mud kiffe their owne feet.
Heil. 1 mud not beleeue you :
There they dand yet: and modedly I thinke.
The fall of euery Phrygian done will cod
A drop of Grecian blood : the end crownes all.
And that old common Arbitrator, Time,
Will one day end it.
riyj. So to him we leaue it.
Mod gentle, and mod valiant Hedor, welcome ;
After the Generali, 1 befeech you next
To Fead with me, and fee me at my Tent.
Achil. I diall foredall thee Lord riyjßtt, thou:
Now Hedor I haue fed mine eyes on thee, I
I haue with exadf view perus'd thee Hedor,
And quoted ioynt by ioynt.
Hed. Is this AcbMlet ?
Achil. I am Achilles.
Hed. Stand faire I prythee, let me looke on thee.
Acbil. Behold thy fill.
Hed. Nay, I haue done already.
Acbil. Thou art to breefe, I will the fécond time,
As I would buy thee, view thee, limbe by limbe,
Hed. O like a Booke of fport thou'lt reade me ore :
But there's more in me then thou vnderdand'd.
Why doed thou fo oppreffe me with thine eye?
Tell me you Heauens, in which part of his body
Shall I dedroy him? Whether there,or there,or there.
That I may giue the locall wound a name.
And make didinfl the very breach, where-out
Hedors great fpirit fi'w. Anfwer me heauens.
Hed. It would difcredit the bled Gods, proud man.
To anfwer fuch a quedion : Stand againe ;
Think'd thou to catch my life fo pleafantly.
As to prenominate in nice conieflure
Where thou wilt hit me dead ?
Acbil. 1 tell thee yea.
Hed. Wert thou the Oracle to tell me fo,
rid not beleeue thee : henceforth guard thee well.
For He not kill thee there, nor there, nor there.
But by the forge that dythied Mars his helme.
He kill thee euery where, yea,ore and ore.
You wifed Grecians, pardon me this bragge.
His infolence drawes folly from my lips.
But He endeuour deeds to match thefe words,
Or may I neuer
Atate. Do not chafe thee Cofin:
And you Achilles, let thefe threats alone
Till accident,or purpofe bring you too't.
You may euery day enough of Hedor
If you haue domacke. The generali date I feare.
Can fcarfe intreat you to be odde with him.
Hed. I pray you let vs fee you in the field,
We haue had pelting Warres fince you refus'd
The Grecians caufe.
Abil. Dod thou intreat me Hedor}
To morrow do I meete thee fell as death.
To night, all Friends.
Hed. Thy hand vpon that match.
Aga. Fird,all you Peeres of Greece go to my Tent,
There in the full conuiue you : Afterwards,
As Hedors leyfure, and your bounties fliall
Concurre together, feuerally intreat him.
Beate lowd the Taborins, let the Trumpets blow.
That this great Souldier may his welcome know. Exeunt
Troy. My Lord Vlyßes, tell me I befeech you.
In what place of the Field doth Calchas keepe ?
"Vlyf. At Menelata Tent, mod Princely Troylta,
There Diomed doth fead with him to night.
Who neither lookes on heauen, nor on earth.
But giues all gaze and bent of amorous view
On the faire Crejßd.
Troy. Shall 1 (fweet Lord)be bound to thee fo much.
After we part from Agamemnons Tent,
To bring me thither?
riyj. You fhall command me fir :
As gentle tell me, of what Honour was
This-Crc^í¿z in Troy, had Ihe no Louer there
That wailes her abfence ?
Troy. O fir, to fuch as boading drew their fcarres,
A mocke is due : will you walke on my Lord ?
She was belou'd, die lou'd; die is, and dooth ;
But dill fweet Loue is food for Fortunes tooth. Exeunt
Enter Achilles ,and Patroclta.
Achil.We heat his blood with Greekidi wine to night.
Which
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Which with my Cemitar He coole to morrow :
^atroclui, let vs Feaft him to the hight.
Pat. Heere comes Therßta. Enter Therßtes,
Achil. How now, thou core of Enuy?
Thou crufty batch of Nature, what's the newes ?
Ther. Why thou piflure of what thou feem'ft,cSc Idoll
ofIdeot-worfliippers,here's a letter for thee.
Achil. From wnence. Fragment?
Ther. Why thou full difh of Foole, from Troy.
Pat. Who keepes the Tent now ?
Ther. The Surgeons box, or the Patients wound.
Pair. Well faid aduerfity, and what need thefe tricks?
Ther. Prythee be filent boy, I profit not by thy talke,
thou art thought to be Achilles male Varlot.
Patro. Male Varlot you Rogue ? What's that?
Ther. Why his mafculine Whore. Now the rotten
difeafes of the South, guts-griping Ruptures, Catarres,
Loades a grauell i'th'backe. Lethargies, cold Pallies,and
the like, take and take againe, fuch prepofirous difcoue-
ries.
Pat. Why thou damnable box of enuy thou, what
mean'ft thou to curfe thus?
Ther. Do I curfe thee?
Patr. Why no, you ruinous But, you whorfon indi-
ftinguilhable Curre.
Ther. No? why art thou then exafperate, thou idle,
immateriall skiene of Sleyd filke ; thou greene Sarcenet
flap for a fore eye, thou taflell of a Prodigals purfe thou :
Ah how the poore world is peftred with fuch water-flies,
diminutiues of Nature.
Tat. Out gall.
Ther. Finch Egge.
Ach. My fweet Patroclm, I am thwarted quite
From my great purpofe in to morrowes battell :
Heere is a Letter from Queene Hecuba,
A tokeq from her daughter, my faire Loue,
Both taxing me, and gaging me to keepe
An Oath that I haue Iworne. I will not breake it.
Fall Gteekes, falle Fame, Honor or go,or flay.
My maior vow lyes heere ; this lie obay :
Come,come Therßtes, helpe to trim my Tent,
This night in banquetting muft all be fpent.
Away Patroclui. Ex''-
Ther. With too much bloud,and too little Brain, thefe
two may run mad : but if with too much braine, and to"
little blood, they do. He be a curer of madmen. Heere's
Agamemncn, an honeft fellow enough, and one that loues
Qhailes, but he has not fo much Braine as eare-wax ; and
the goodly transformation of lupiter there his Brother,
the Bull, the primatiue Statue, and oblique memoriall of
Cuckolds, a thrifty fhooing-horne in a chaine, hanging
at his Brothers legge, to what forme but that he is, Ihold
wit larded with malice, and malice forced with wit, turne
him too ! to an AITe were nothing ; hee is both AflTe and
Oxej to an Oxe were nothing, hee is both Oxe and Afle :
to be a Dogge, a Mule, a Cat, a Fitchew, a Toade, a Li¬
zard, an Owle, a Puttocke, or a Herring without a Roe,
I would not care : but to be tJHenelaui, I would confpire
againft Deftiny. Aske me not what I would be, if I were
not Therßtes : for I care not to bee the lowfe of a Lazar,
fo I were not Menelaus. Hoy-day, fpirits and fires.
Enter Heller, Aiax, Agamemnon, Vlyßes, Ne-
ßor, Diomed, nil h Lights.
Aga. We go wrong, we go wrong.
Aiax. No yonder'tis, there where we fee the light.
Hell. I trouble you.
Aiax. No, not a whit.
Enter Achilles,
yiyf. Heere comes himfelfe to guide you ?
Achil. Welcome braue Heßor, welcome Princes all.
Agam. So now faire Prince of Troy, I bid goodnight,
Aiax commands the guard to tend on you.
Hell. Thanks,and goodnight to the Greeks general.
Men. Goodnight my Lord.
Hell. Goodnight fweet Lord Menelatu.
Ther. Sweet draught : fweet quoth-a ? fweet finke,
fweet fure.
Achil. Goodnight and welcom, both at once, to thofe
that go, or tarry.
eAga. Goodnight.
Achil. Old Nefier tarries, and you too Diomed,
Keepe HeUor company an houre, or two.
Dio. I cannot Lord, I haue important bufinefle.
The tide whereof is now, goodnight great Hellor.
Hell. Giue me your hand.
"Vlyf. Follow his Torch,he goes to Chalcoi Tent,
He keepe you company.
Troy. Sweet fir, you honour me.
Hell. And fo good night.
Achil. Come,come, enter my Tent. Exeunt,
Ther. That fame Diomed's a falfe-hearted Rogue, a
moft vniuft Knaue ; I will no more truft him when hee
leeres, then I will a Serpent when he hifles : he will fpend
his mouth & promife, like Brabler the Hound ; but when
he performes, Aftronomers foretell it, that it is prodigi¬
ous, there will come fome change : the Sunne borrowes
of the Moone when Diomed keepes his word. 1 will ra¬
ther leaue to fee Hellor, then not to dogge himithey fay,
he keepes a Troyan Drab, and vfes the Traitour Cháleos
his Tent. He after Nothing but Letcherie ? All
incontinent Varlets. Exeunt
Enter Diomed.
Dio. What are you vp here ho ? fpeake ?
Chal. Who cals?
Dio. Diomed, Cha!eas(l thinke) wher's you Daughter?
Chal. She comes to you.
Enter Troylus and riiß'es.
VUJ. Stand where the Torch may not difcouer vs.
Enter Creßid.
Troy. Creßid comes forth to him.
fDio. How now my charge ?
Cref. Now my fweet gardian: harke a word with you.
Troy. Yea, fo familiar ?
VUJ. She will fing any man at firft fight.
Ther. And any man may finde her, if he can take her
life : file's noted.
Dio. Will you remember ?
Cal. Remember ? yes. /
Dio. Nay, but doe then ; and let your minde be cou¬
pled with your words.
Troy. What fliould flie remember f
Vlij. Lift ?
CreJ. Sweete hony Greek, tempt me no more to folly,
Ther. Roguery.
Dio. Nay then.
Creß He tell you what.
Dio. Fo, fo, eome tell a pin, you are a forfworne.
Cref. In faith I cannot : what would you haue me do?
Ther. A iugling tricke,to be fecretly open.
Dto. What did you fweare you would bellow on me?
Cref. I prethee do not hold me to mine oath.
Bid me doe not any thing but that fweete Greeke.
Dio. Good
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Dio. Good night.
Troy. Hold, patience.
Vlif. How now Trolan ?
CreJ. Diomed.
T)io. No, no, good night : He be your foole no more.
Troy. Thy better muft.
Cref. Harke one word in your eare.
Tny. O plague and madneíTe !
flif. You are tnoued Prince, let vs depart I pray you,
Left your difpleafure ftiould enlarge it felfe
To wrathfull tearmes : this place is dangerous j
The time right deadly : 1 befeech you goe.
Triy. Behold, I prayyou.
y/^. Nay, good my Lord goe off :
You now to great diftrailion : come my Lord?
Troy. I pray thee ftay ?
yiij. You haue not patience, come.
Troy. I pray you ftay ? by hell and hell torments,
I will not fpeake a word.
Dio. And fo good night.
Cref. Nay, but you part in anger.
Troy. Doth that grieue thee ? O withered truth !
VTf. Why, how now Lord ?
Troy. By loue I will be patient.
Cr^. Gardian ? why Greeke ?
"Dio. Fo, lb, adew, you palter.
Cref. In faith I doe not : come hither once againe.
flif. You fliake my Lord at fomething; will you goe?
you will breake out.
Troy. She ftroakes his cheeke.
yiif. Come, come.
Troy. Nay ftay, by loue I will not fpeake a word.
There is betweene my will, and all offences,
A guard of patience ; ftay a little while.
Ther. How the diuell Luxury with his fat rumpe and
potato linger, tickles thefe together : frye lechery,frye.
Dio. But will you then ?
Cref. In faith I will lo ; neuer truft me elle.
"Dio. Giue me fome token for the furety of it.
Cref. lie fetch you one. Exit.
Vhf. You haue fworne patience.
Troy. Feare me not fweete Lord.
I will not be my felfe, nor haue cognition
Of what I feele : I am all patience. Enter Crejfid.
Ther. Now the pledge,now,now,now.
Cref. Here Diomed, keepe this Sleeue.
Troy. O beautie ! where is thy Faith ?
yiif. My Lord.
Troy. I will be patient, outwardly I will.
Cref. You looke vpon that Sleeue ? behold it well t
He lou'd me : O falfe wench : giue't me againe.
Dio, Whofe was't ?
Cref. It is no matter now I haue't againe.
I will not meete with you to morrow night:
I prythee Diomedmfite me no more,
Ther. Now ihe lharpens : well faid Whetftone.
Dio. I (hall haue it.
Cref. What, this ?
Dio. I that.
Cref. O all you gods I O prettie, prettie pledge }
Thy Maifter now lies thinking in his bed
Of thee and me, and lighes, and takes my Gloue,
And giues memoriall daintie kiffes to it ;
As I kiffe thee.
Tiio. Nav, doe not fnatch it from me.
Cref. He that takes that, rakes my heart withall.
Dio. I had your heart before, this followes it.
Troy. I did fweare patience.
Cref You lhall not haue it Diomed]f3\th youlhall not:
He giue you fomething elfe.
Dio. 1 will haue this : whofe was it ?
Cref. It is no matter.
Dio. Come tell me whofe it was ?
Cref. 'Twas one that lou'd me better then you will.
But now you haue it, take it.
Dio. Whofe was it ?
Cref. By all Dianas waiting women yond :
And by her felfe, I will not tell you whofe.
Dio. To morrow will I weare it on my Helme,
And grieue his fpirit that dares not challenge it.
Troy. Wert thou the diuell, and wor'ft it on thy home.
It Ihould be challeng'd.
¿■re/". Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis paft ; and yet it is not :
I will not keepe my word.
D ¡0. Why then farewell,
Thou neuer (halt mocke Diomed againe.
Qref. You lhall not goe : one cannot fpeake a word.
But it lirait ftarts you.
Dio. I doe riot like this fooling.
Ther. Nor I by Pluto; but that that likes not me, plea-
fes me bell.
Dio. What lhall I come ? the houre.
Cref. I, come : O loue! doe,come: 1 (hall be plagu'd.
Dio. Farewell till then. Exit.
Cref. Good night : I prythee come :
Troy/us farewell ; one eye yet lookes on thee ;
But with my heart, the other eye, doth fee.
Ah poore our fexe ; this fault in vs I linde :
The errour of our eye,direfls our minde.
What ¿rrour leads, muft erre : O then conclude,
Mindes fwai'd by eyes, are full of turpitude. Exit,
Ther. A proofe of ftrength Ihe could not publilh more;
Vnleffe flie fay, my minde is now turn'd whore.
"Vlif Al's done my Lord.
Troy. It is.
ytif. Why ftay we then ?
Troy. To make a recordation to my foule
Of euery fyllable that here was fpoke :
But if I tell how thefe two did coafl ;
Shall I not lye, in publilhing a truth ?
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart :
An efperance fo obftinately ftrong.
That doth inuert that tell of eyes and eares ;
As if thofe organs had decepftous lundlions.
Created onely to calumniate.
Y^ras Crejfed here?
yUf. I cannot coniure Troian.
Troy, She was not fure.
yiif. Moll fure Ihe was.
Troy. Why my negation hath no tafte of madneffe?
yiif. Nor mine my Lord : Creffid was here but now.
Troy, Let it not be beleeu'd for womanhood :
Thinke we had mothers ; doe not giue aduantage
To ftubbome Criticks,apt without a theame
For deprauation, to fquare the generali fex
By Creeds rule. Rather thinke this not Crejjid.
yif. What hath Ihe done Prince, that can foyle our
mothers ?
Trty. Nothing at all, vnleffe that this were Ihe.
Ther. Will he fwagger himfelfe out on's owne eyes?
Troy. This Ihe ? no, this is Diomids Crefßda :
If beautie haue a foule, this is not Ihe :
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If foules guide vowes; if vowes are fan£limonie j
If fanitimonie be the gods delight :
If there be rule in vnitie it felfe,
This is not Ihe : O madnefle of difcourfe !
That caufe fets vp, with, and againft thy felfe
By foule authoritie : where reafon can reuolt
Wthout perdition, and lofle affume all reafon.
Without reuolt. This is, and is not Creßd :
Within my foule, there doth conduce a fight
Of this ftrange nature, that a thing infeperate,
Diuides more wider then the skie and earth :
And yet the fpacious bredth of this diuifion.
Admits no Orifex for a point as fubtle.
As Ariachnes broken woofe to enter :
Inftance, O inftance ! ftrong as Plutoes gates :
Creßd is mine, tied with the bonds of heauen ;
Infiance, O inftance, ftrong as heauen it felfe :
The bonds of heauen are flipt, diflblu'd, and loos'd.
And with another knot fiue finger tied,
The frailions of her faith, orts of her loue :
The fragments, fcraps,the bits, and greazie reliques,
Of her ore-eaten faith, are bound to Dkmed
Vli¡. May worthy Troylus be hälfe attached
With that which here his paffion doth exprefle ?
Troy. I Greeke : and that lhall be divulged well
In Charaâers, as red as Mars his heart
Inflam'd with Uenui : neuer did yong man fancy
With fo eternall,and fo fixt a foule.
Harke Greek : as much I doe Creßda loue ;
So much by weight, hate I her Diomed,
That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme :
Were it a Caske composed by Vulcans skill, '
My Sword fliould bite it : Not the dreadfull fpout.
Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano tall,
Conftring'd in mafle by the almighty Fenne,
Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptuneseare
In his difcent ; then lhall my prompted fword.
Falling on Diomed.
Ther. Heele tickle it for his concupie.
Troy. O Creßid\ O falfe Creßd! falfe,ñlfe, falfe :
Let all vntruths ftand by thy ftained name.
And theyle feeme glorious.
Vlif. O containe your felfe :
Your paflion drawes eares hither.
Enter o/£neai.
o/£ne. I haue beene feeking you this houre my Lord:
Hedor by this is arming him in Troy.
Aiax youa Guard, ftaies to condufi you home.
Troy. Haue with you Prince : my curteous Lord adew:
Farewell reuolted faire : and Diomed,
Stand fall, and weare a Caftle on thy head.
m. He bring you to the Gates,
Troy. Accept diftrafled thankes.
Exeunt Troylus,oe£neai,andV!ißs.
Tier. Would I could meete that roague Diomed, I
would croke like a Rauen : I would bode, I would bode :
Patroclui will giue me any thing for the intelligence of
his whore: the Parrot will not doe more for an Almond,
then he for a commodious drab ; Lechery, lechery, ftill
warres and lechery, nothing elfe holds felhion. A burning
diuell take them.
Enter Heder and Andromache.
And.yfhen was my Lord fo much vngently temper'd.
To Hop his eares againft admonilhment
Vnarme, vnarme,and doe not fight to day.
Hed. You traine me to offend you : get you gone.
By the euerlafting gods. He goe.
And. My dreames will fure proue ominous to the day.
Hed. No more I fay. Enter Caßandra.
Caßa. Where is my brother Hedor ?
And. Here filler, arm'd,and bloudy in intent :
Confort with me in loud and deere petition :
purfue we him on knees : for I haue dreampt
of bloudy turbulence ; and this whole night
Hath nothing beene but lhapes,and formes of llaugbter.
Qfß. O, 'tis true.
Hed. Ho ? bid my Trumpet found.
Caß. No notes of faille, for the heauens,fweet brother.
Hed. Begon I fay : the gods haue heard me fweare.
Caß. The gods are deafe to hot and peeuilh vowes ;
They are polluted offrings, more abhord
Then fpotted Liuers in the facrifice.
And. O be perfwaded, doe not count it holy.
To hurt by being lull ; it is as lawfiill :
For we would count giue much to as violent thefts.
And rob in the behalfe of charitie.
Caß. It is the purpofe that makes ftrong the vowe ;
But vowes to euery purpofe mull not hold :
Vnatme fweete Hedor.
Hed. Hold you ftill I fay ;
Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate :
Life euery man holds deere, but the deere man
Holds honor &rre more precious, deere, then life.
Enter Troylus.
How now yong man ? mean'ft thou to fight to day ?
And. Caßandra, call my fether to perfwade.
Exit Caßandra.
Hed. No faith yong Troylus-, doffe thy hamelTe youth:
I am to day ith'vaine of Chiualrie :
Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be ftrong ;
And tempt not yet the brulhes of the warre.
Vnarme thee, goe ; and doubt thou not braue boy.
He fland to day, for thee,and me, and Troy.
Trey. Brother,you haue a vice of mercy in you ;
Which better fits a Lyon,then a man.
Hed. What vice is that? good Troylus chide me for it.
Troy. When many times the captiue Grecian fais.
Buen in the Anne and winde of your faire Sword :
You bid them rife,and liue.
Hed. O 'tis faire play.
Troy. Fooles play, by heauen Hedor.
Hed. How now ? how now ?
Troy. For th'loue of all the gods
Let's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers;
And when we haue our Armors buckled on.
The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our fwords,
Spur them to ruthfull worke, reine them from roth.
Hed. I Fie Auage, fie.
Troy. Hedor, then 'tis warres.
Hed. Troylus, I would not haue you fight to day.
Troy, who ftiould with-hold me ?
Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of Mars,
Beckning with fierie trunchion my retire ;
Not Priamus, and Hecuba on knees ;
Their eyes ore-galled with recourfe of teares ;
Nor you my brother, with your true fword drawne
OppoPd to hinder me,lhould ftop my way;
But by my mine.
Enter Priam and Caßandra.
(ßlf. Lay hold vpon him Priam, hold him fall :
He is thy crutch ; now if thou loofe thy ftay.
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee.
Fall
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Fall all together.
Priam, Come fír<í?«r, come, goe backe :
Thy wife hath dreampt : thy mother hath had vifions ;
Cajfandra doth forefee; and I my felfe,
Am like a Prophet fuddenly eniapt,
to tell thee that this day is ominous :
Therefore come backe.
HeSl t/£neas is a field,
And I do ftand engag'd to many Greekes,
Euen in the faith of valour, to appeare
This morning to them,
Priam. I, but thou lhalt not goe,
Heil. I mufi not breake my faith :
You know me dutifull, therefore deare fir.
Let me not fhame refpe£l j but giue me leaue
To take that courfe by your confent and voice.
Which you doe here forbid me,Royall PWum.
Caff. O Prwm, yeelde notto him.
jinJ, Doe not deere father.
Heil. Andromache I am offended with you :
Vpofi the loue you beare me, get you in.
Sxit Andromache,
Troy, Thisfoolifh, dreaming, fuperftitious girle.
Makes all thefe bodements.
Caff. O farewell, deere Heiior :
Looke how thou dieft ; looke how thy eye turnes pale :
Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents :
Harke how Troy roares ; how Hecuba cries out;
How poore lAndromache fhrils her dolour forth ;
Behold diftraâion, fi:enzie,and amazement,
Like witlefTe Antickes one another meete.
And all cry Heiior, Heilors dead : O Heiior I
Troy, Away, away.
CaJ. Farewell !yes,foft; Heiior I take my leaue;
Thou do'fl thy felfe,and all our Troy deceiue. Exit,
Heil. You are amaz'd,my Liege, at her exclaime ;
Goe in and cheere the Towne, weele forth and fight :
Doe deedes ofpraife, and tell you them at night.
Priam. Farewell : the gods with fafetie ftand about
thee. Alarum.
Troy. They are at it, harke : proud Diomed, beleeue
I come to loofe my arme, or winne my fleeue.
Enter Pandar,
Pand. Doe you heare my Lorddo you heare?
Troy. What now
Pand, Here's a Letter come from yond poore girle.
Troy, Let me reade.
Pand, A whorfon tificke, a whorfon rafcally tificke,
fo troubles me; and the foolifh fortune of this girle, and
what one thing, what another, that I fhall leaue you one
o'th's dayes : and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too; and
fuch an ache in my bones ; that vnlefTe a man were curft,
I cannot tell what to thinke on't. What fayes fhee
there
Troy. Words, words, meere words, no matter from
the heart ;
Th'efTefb doth operate another way.
Goe winde to winde, there turne and change together :
My loue with words and errors ftill fhe feedes ;
But edifies another with her deedes.
Pand, Why, but heare you f
Troy, Hence brother lackie ; ignomie and fhame
Purfue thy life,and liue aye with thy name.
A Lar urn. Exeunt,
Enter Therßtes inexcurßon,,
Ther, Now they are clapper-clawing one another , He
goe looke on : that dilTembling abhominable varlet Dio-
mede, has got that fame fcuruie, doting, foolifh yong
knauesSleeue ofTroy,there in his Helme: I would faine
fee them meet; that, that fame yong Troian affe, that loues
the whore there, might fend that Greekifh whore-mai-
fterly villaine, with the Sleeue, backe to the diffembling
luxurious drabbe, of a fleeuelelTe errant.O'th'tother fide,
the pollicie of thole craftie fwearing rafcals; that ftole
old Moufe-eaten dry cheefe, Neßorxzni that fame dog-
foxe Vliffes' is not prou'd worth a Black-berry. They fet
me vp in pollicy, that mungrill curre j^ax, againft that
dogge of as bad a \i\nie, Achilles. And now is the curre
Aiax prouder then the curre Achilles, and will not arme
to day. Whereupon, the Grecians began to proclaime
barbarifme ; and pollicie growes into an ill opinion.
Enter Diomed and Troylus,
Soft, here comes Sleeue, and th'other.
Troy. Flye not : for fhould'ft thou take the Riuer Stix,
I would fwim after.
Diom. Thou do'ft mifcall retire !
I doe not flye; but aduantagious care
Withdrew me from the oddes of multitude :
Haue at thee I
Ther, Hold thy whore Grecian : now for thy whore
Troian : Now the Sleeue, now the Sleeue.
Euter Heiior,
ífríf.What art thou Greek.' art thou for Heilors match.?
Art thou of bloud,and honour.'
Ther. No, no : I am a rafcall : a fcuruie railing knaue :
a very filthy roague.
Heil. I doe beleeue thee, liue.
fher, God a mercy, that thou wilt beleeue me; buta
plague breake thy necke—for frighting me : what's be¬
come of the wenching rogues I thinke they haue
fwallowed one anothar. I would laugh at that mira¬
cle yet in a fort, lecherie eates it felfe : He fèeke them.
Exit,
Enter Diomed and Seruants,
Dio. Goe, goe, my feruant,take thou Troylui Horfe;
Prefent the faire Steede to my Lady Creffidx
Fellow, commend my feruice to her beauty;
Tell her, I haue chaftif'd the amorous Troyan.
And am her Knight by proofe.
Ser. I goe my Lord. Enter Agamemnon,
Aga. Renew, renew, the fierce Polidamm
Hath beate downe Menon : baftard Margarelon
Hath Doretis prifoner.
And Hands Caloflus-wife waning his beame,
Vpon the pafhed courfesof the Kings :
Efifiroftu and Cedue, Polixines is (laine ;
Amphimacui, and Thous deadly hurt ;
Patroclus tane orflaine, and Palamedes
Sore hurt and bruifed ; the dreadfull Sagittary
Appauls our numbers, hafte we Diomed
To re-enforcement, or we perifh all.
Enter Neßor.
Neß. Coe beare Patrocine body to Achilles,
And bid the fnaile-pac'd Aiax arme for fhame;
There is a thoufand Heilors in the field :
Now here he fights on Galathe his Horfe,
And there lacks worke: anon he's there a foote.
And there they flye or dye, like Icaled fculs,
Before
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Troylus and Crefsida.
Before the belching Whale j then is he yonder,
And there the ftraying Greekes, ripe for his edge,
Fall downe before him, like the mowers fwath ;
Here,there,and euery where,heleaues and takes;
Dexteritie fo obaying appetite,
That what he will, he does, and does fo much.
That proofe is call'd impoffibility.
Enter VliJJes.
Vlif. Oh, courage, courage Princes r great Achilles
Is arming, weeping,curfing, vowing vengeance ;
Patroclus wounds haue rouz'd his drowzle bloud,
Together with his mangled Myrmidons,
That nofele(re,handle(re, hackt and chipt,come to him ;
Crying on Hedor. Aiax hath loft a friend.
And foames at mouth, and he is arm'd,and at it :
Roaring for Troylus ; who hath done to day.
Mad and fantafticke execution ;
Engaging and redeeming of himfelfe.
With fuch a careleffe force, and forcelefle care,
As if that luck in very fpight of cunning, bad him wii) all.
Enter Aiax.
Am. TVoji/ks, thou coward Troylus. Exit.
T>io. I, there, there.
Neß. So,fo, we draw together. Exit,
Enter Achilles.
Achil. Where is this Hedor ?
Come,come, thou boy-queller, Ihew thy face !
Know what it is to meete Achilles angry.
Hedor, v/htr's Hedor} I will none but Hedor. Exit.
Enter Aiax.
Aia. Troylus,Úioii coward (hew thy head.
Enter Diomed.
Diom. Troylus, I fay, wher's Troylus ?
Aia. What would'ft thou ?
Diom. I would correft him. ,
Aa. Were I the Generali,
Thou (hould'ft haue my office,
Ere that correftion : Troylus I fay, what Troylus ?
Enter Troylus.
Troy. Oh traitour f ;o«í¡/!
Turne thy falfe face thou traytor.
And pay thy life thou oweft me for my horfe.
Dio. Ha,art thou there?
Aia. lie fight with him alone, (land íDíom«f.
Dio. He is my prize, I will not looke vpon.
Troy. Come both you coging Greekes, haue at you
both. Exit Troylus.
Enter Hedor.
Hed. Yea Troylus} O well fought my yongeft Brother.
Euter Achilles.
Achil. Now doe I fee thee ; haue at thee Hedor,
Hed. Paufe if thou wilt.
Achil. I doe difdaine thy curtefie, proud Troian;
Be happy that my armes are out of vfe :
My reft and negligence befriends thee now,
But thou anon (halt heare of me againe:
Till when,goe feeke thy fortune. Exit.
Hed. Fare thee well :
I would haue beene much more a (refher man,
Had I expefled thee : how now ray Brother ?
Enter Troylus,
Troy. Aiax hath tane ¡Aneas ; (hall it be?
No,by the dame of yonder glorious heauen,
He (hall not carry him : He be tane too.
Or bring him off : Fate heare me what I fay ;
I wreake not, though thou end my life to day. Exit"
Enter one in eArmour.
Hed. Stand, (land, thou Greeke,
Thou art a goodly marke :
No? wilt thou not ? I like thy armour well.
He frufh it, and vnlocke the riuets all.
But He be maifter of it : wilt thou not bead abide?
Why then flye on, lie hunt thee for thy hide. Exit.
Enter Achilles with Myrmidons.
Ahil. Come here about me you my Myrmidons s
Marke what I fay ; attend me where I wheele :
Strike not a (Iroake, but keepe your felues in breath ;
And when I haue the bloudy Hedor found.
Empale him with your weapons round about:
In felled manner execute your arme.
Follow me firs, and my proceedings eye ;
It is decreed, iitffor the great mud dye. Exit.
Enter Therßtes,Menelaus,and Paris.
Ther. The Cuckold and the Cuckold maker are at it :
now bull, now dogge, lowe ; Paris lowe ; now my dou¬
ble hen'd fparrow ; lowe Paris, lowe ; the bull has the
game : ware homes ho ?
Exit Taris and Menelaui.
Enter 'Baßard.
Baß. Turne (laue and fight.
Ther. What art thou ?
Baß. A Baftard Sonne of Priams.
Ther. I am a Badnrd too, I loue Badards, I am a Ba¬
ftard begot, Baftard inftru£led,Ba(lard in minde, Bafhrd
in valour, in euery thing illegitimate : one Beare will not
bite another, and wherefore (hould one Baftard ? take
heede,the quarrel's mod ominous to vs : if the Sonne of a
whore fight for a whore, he tempts iudgement rfarewell
Baftard.
'Baß.'The diuell take thee coward. Exeunt.
Enter Hedor.
Hed, Mod putrified core fo faire without:
Thy goodly armour thus hath cod thy life.
Now is my daies worke done ; He take good breath :
Red Sword, thou had thy fill of bloud and death.
Enter Achilles and his Myrmidons.
Achil. Looke Hedor how the Sunne begins to íét ;
How vgly night comes breathing at his heeles,
Euen with the vaile and darking of the Sunne.
To clofe the day vp, Hedors life is done.
Hed. I am vnarm'd, forgoe this vantage Greeke.
Achil. Strike fellowes, drike, this is the man I feeke.
So Illion foil thou : now Troy finke downe ;
Here lyes thy heart, thy finewes, and thy bone.
On Myrmidons, cry you alia maine,
Ach'tlles hath the mighty Hedor (laine. T^etreat.
Harke, a retreat vpon our Grecian part.
Gree. The Troian Trumpets founds the like my Lord.
Achi. The dragon wing of night ore-fpreds the earth
And dickler-like the Armies feperates
My hälfe fupt Sword, that frankly would haue fed,
Pleas'd with this dainty bed ; thus goes to bed.
Come, tye his body to my horfes tayle ;
Along the field, I will the Troian traile. Exeunt,
Sound Retreat. Shout.
Enter Agamemnon, Aiax, Menelaus, Neßor,
Diomed, and the reß marching.
Aga. Harke, harke, what (hout is that ?
Neß. Peace Drums.
Sol. Achill^
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Troylus and Crefsîda.
Sold. Acbilles,Achilles,He{lor% f\úne, Achilles.
Dio. The bruice is, lienor's naine,and hy Achilles.
Aia. If it be fo, yet braglefTe let it be :
Great Heflor was a man as good as he.
Agam. March patiently along ; let one be fent
To pray Achilles fee vs at our Tent.
If in his death the gods haue vs befrended,
Great Troy is ours,and our (harpe wars are ended.
Bxeunt.
Enter eAineas, Paris, Anthenor and Deifhcebus.
t/£ne. Stand hoe, yet are we maifters of the field,
Neuer goe home ; here ftarue we out the night.
Enter Troylui.
Troy. Heilor is ilalne.
All. Hedor} the gods forbid.
Troy. Hee's dead : and at the murtherers Horfes taile,
In beaftly fort, drag'd through the (hamefull Field.l
Frowne on you heauens, e/feff your rage with fpeede :
Sit gods vpon your throanes,and fmile at Troy.
I fay at once, let yourbriefe plagues be mercy.
And linger not our fure deftruftions on.
oAine. My Lord, you doe difcomfort all the Hofte.
Troy, You vnderftand me not, that tell me fo :
I doe not fpeake of flight, of feare,of death.
But dare all imminence that gods and men,
AddrelTe their dangers in. Hedor is gone :
Who (hall tell Priam fo? or Hecuhal
Let him that will a fcreechoule aye be call'd,
Goe in to Troy, and fay there, fí<¿7or's dead :
There is a word will Priam turne to (lone;
Make wels,and Niohes of the maides and wiues ;
Coole (latues of the youth : and in a word,
Scarre Troy outofitfelfe. But march away.
Hedor is dead ; there is no more to fay.
Stay yet; you vile abhominable Tents,
Thus proudly pight vpon our Phrygian plaines :
Let Titan rife as early as he dare.
He through, and through you;& thou great fiz'd coward:
No fpace of Earth (hall funder our two hates.
He haunt thee, like a wicked confcience (lill.
That mouldeth goblins fwift as frenfles thoughts.
Strike a free march to Troy, with comfort goe :
Hope ofreuenge,(hall hide our inward woe.
Enter Pandarui,
Tand. But heare you ? heare you ?
Troy. Hence broker, lackie, ignomy,and (hame
Purfue thy life,and line aye with thy name. Exeunt.
Pan. A goodly medcine for mine akingbones:oh world,
world, world ! thus is the poore agent difpifde : Oh trai-
tours and bawdes ; how earneftly are you let aworke, and
how ill requited ? why (hould our indeuour be fo defir'd,
and the performance fo loath'd? What Verfe for it? what
inftance for it? let me fee.
Full merrily the humble Bee doth fing.
Till he hath lo(l his hony, and his (ling.
And being once fubdu'd in armed taile,
Sweete hony, and fweete notes together falle.
Good traders in the fleih,fet this in your painted cloathes;
As many as be here of Panders hall.
Your eyes hälfe out, weepe out at Pandar's fall :
Or if you cannot weepe, yet giue fome grones;
Though not for me, yet for your akingbones :
Brethren and fillers of the hold-dore trade.
Some two months hence, my will (hall here be made :
It (hould be now, but that my feare is this :
Some galled Goofe of Winchefter would hilTe :
Till then. He fweate, and feeke about for eafes ;
And at that time bequeath you my difeafes. Sxeunt.
FINIS.
597
I
The Tragedy of Coriolanus;
aASlus Primus. Scœna '^rima.
Stiter a Company of o^utinotu Citi»ensjyioitb Staues,
Clubs, and other weapons.
I. Qitiosen.
Efore we proceed any further, heare me fpeake.
All. Speake, fpeake.
I. Cit. You are all refolu'd rather to dy then
to famifh ?
All. Refolu'd, refolu'd.
i.Cit. Firft you know, Qt'tt Junius is chiefe enemy
to the people.
All. We know't,we know't.
i.CiV.Let vs kill him,and wee'l haue Corne at our own
price. Is'taVerdiä?
tAlbSo more talking on't; Let it be done,away, away
i.Cit. One word, good Citizens.
I. Or. We are accounted poore Citizens, the Patri¬
cians good : what Authority furfets one, would releeue
vs. If they would yeelde vs but the fuperfiuitie while it
were wholfome, wee might gueife they releeued vs hu¬
manely : But they thinke we are too deere, the leannelfe
that afflifb vs, the obie£l of our mifery, is as an inuento-
ry to particularize their abundance, our fufïerance is a
gaine to them. Let vs reuenge this with our Pikes, ere
we become Rakes. For the Gods know, I fpeake this in
hunger for Bread, not in thirft for Reuenge.
z.Cit. Would you proceede efpecially againft Caius
e^artius.
All. Againft him firft ; Fle's a very dog to the Com¬
monalty.
^.Qit. Confider you what Seruices he ha's done for his
Country í
l.Cit. Very well, and could bee content to giue him
good report for't, but that hee payes himfelfe with bee-
ing proud.
All. Nay, but fpeak not malicioully.
l.Cir. I fay vnto you, what he hath done Famouflie,
he did it to that end ; though foft confcienc'd men can be
content to fay it was for his Countrey,'he did it to pleafe
his Mother,and to be partly proud, which he is, euen to
the altitude of his vertue.
l.Cit. What he cannot helpe in his Nature, you ac¬
count a Vice in him : Vou muft in no way fay he is co-
uetous.
I.Cil. If I muft not, I neede not be barren of Accufa-
tions he hath faults (with furplus)to tyre in repetition.
Showts within.
What fhowts are thefe ? The other fide a'th City is rifen:
why ftay we prating heere? To th'Capitoll.
All. Come, come.
I Cit. Soft, who comes heere?
Enter IHenenius Agrippa.
1 Cit. Worthy Menenius eAgri^a, one that hath al-
wayes lou'd the people.
1 Ci'r.He's one honeft enough, wold al the reft wer fo.
Men. What work's my Countrimen in hand?
Where go you with Bats and Clubs? The matter
Speake I pray you.
2 Cit. Our hufines is not vnknowne to th'Senat, they
haue had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do , w
now wee'l Ihew em in deeds : they fay poore Suters haue
, ftrong breaths, they lhal know we haue ftrong arms too.
Menen. Why Mafters,my good Friends, mine honeft
Neighbours, will you vndo your felues?
2 Cit. We cannot Sir, we are vndone already.
Men. I tell you Friends, moft charitable care
Haue the Patricians of you for your wants.
Your fuffering in this dearth, you may as well
Strike at the Heauen with your flaues, as lift them
Againft the Roman State, whofe courfe will on
The way it takes : cracking ten thoufand Curbes
Of more ftrong linke alTunder, then can euer
Appeare in your impediment. For the Dearth,
The Gods, not the Patricians make it, and
Your knees to them fnot armes) muft helpe. Alacke,
You are tranfported by Calamity
Thether, where more attends you, and you llander
The Helmes o'th State; who care for you like Fathers,
When you curfe them, as Enemies.
2 Cit. Care for vs»' True indeed, they nere car'd for vs
yet. Suffer vs to famifh, and their Store-houfes cramm'd
with Graine : Make Edifls for Vfurie , to fupport Vfu-
rers; repeale daily any wholfome Aft eftablifhed againft
the rich, and prouide more piercing Statdtes daily, to
chaîne vp and reftraine the poore. If the Warres eate vs
not vppe, they will; and there's allthe loue they beare
vs.
Menen, Either you muft
Confe/Te your felues wondrous Malicious,
Or be accus'd of Folly. I fhall tell you
A pretty Tale, it may be you haue heard it.
But fince it ferues my purpofe, I will venture
To fcale't a little more.
2 Cit'ttn. Well,
He heare it Sir : yet you muft not thinke
To fobbe off our difgrace with a tale :
But and't pleafe you deliuer.
Men.There was a time, when all the bodies members
Rebell'd againft the Belly; thus accus'd it:
That onely like a Gulfe it did remalne
a a I'th
599
2 The Tragédie of Qoriolanus.
th midd'ft a th'body, idle and vnaöiue.
Still cubbording the Viand, neuer bearing
Like labour with the reft, where th'other Inftruments
Did fee,and heare, deuife, inftru£b,walke,feele,
And mutually participate, did minifter
Vnto the appetite; and affeftion common
Of the whole body, the Belly anfwer'd.
1.Ci'f. Well fir, what anfwer made the Belly,
Men. Sir, I ihall fell yoi^ with a kinde of Smile,
Which ne're came from the Lungs, but euen thus :
For looke you I may make the belly Smile,
As well as fpeake, it taintingly replyed
To'th'difcontented Members, the mutinous parts
That enuied his receite : euen fo moft fitly.
As you maligne our Senators, for that
They are not fuch as you.
t.Cit. Your Bellies anfwer : What
The Kingly crown'd head, the vigilant eye.
The Counfailor Heart, the Arme our Souldier,!
Our Steed the Legge, the Tongue our Trumpeter,
With other Muniments and petty helpes
In this our Fabricke, if that they
(Men. What then ? Foreme, this Fellow fpeakes.
What then? What then?
2 Gt. Should by the Cormorant belly be reftrain'd.
Who is the finke a th'body.
Men. Well, what then ?
z.Cit, The former Agents,if they did complaine.
What could the Belly anfwer?
Men. I will tell you.
If you'l beflow a fmall ( of what you haue little)
Patience awhile; you'ft heare the Bellies anfwer.
2.Cf. Y'are long about it.
(¿Men, Note me this good Friend;
Your moft graue Belly was deliberate.
Not rafli like his Accufers,and thus anfwered.
True is it my Incorporate Friends(quoth he)
That I receiue the generali Food at firft
Which you do Hue vpon : and fit it is,
Becaufe I am the Store-houfe,and the Shop
Of the whole Body. But,if you do remember,
I fend it through the Riuers of your blood
Euen to the Court, the Heart, to th'feate o'th'Braine,
And through the Crankes and Offices of man.
The ftrongeft Nemes, and fmall inferiour Veines
From me receiue that naturall competencie
Whereby they Ihie, And though that all at once
(You my good Friends,this fayes the Belly) marke me.
2.Cf. I fir, well, well.
Men, Though all at once, cannot
See what I do deliuerout to each.
Yet I can make my Awdit vp, that all
From me do backe receiue the Flowre of all.
And leaue me but the Bran. What fay you too't ?
2.Cf. It was an anfwer,how apply you this?
Men. The Senators of Rome, are this good Belly,
And you the mutinous Members : For examine
Their Counfailes, and their Cares;difgeft things rightly.
Touching the Weale a'th Common, you lhall finde
No publique benefit which you receiue
But it proceeds, or comes from them to you.
And no way from your felues. What do you thinke?
You, the great Toe of this Aflembly í
2.Cf. I the great Toe ? Why the great Toe ?
Men. For that being one o'th loweft,bafeft,pooreft
Of this moft wife Rebellion, thou goeft formoft :
Thou Ralcall, that art worft in blood to run,
Lead'ft firft to win fome vantage.
But make you ready your ftiflFe bats and clubs,
Rome,and her Rats, are at the point of batteil,
The one fide muft haue baile.
Enter Ca'iuí Martiui,
Hayle, Noble cMartiiu,
iííw-.Thanks. What's the matter you diflentious rogues
That rubbing the poore Itch of your Opinion,
Make your felues Scabs.
2.Cf. We haue euer your good word.
Mar.He that will giue good words to thee, wU flatter
Beneath abhorring. What would you haue, you Curres,
That like nor Peace, nor Warre ? The one affrights you.
The other makes you proud. He that trufts to you.
Where he fhould finde you Lyons, findes you Hares :
Where Foxes, Geefe you are: No furer,no.
Then is the coale of fire vpon the Ice,
Or Hailftone in the Sun. Your Vertue is.
To make him worthy, whofe offence fubdues him.
And curfe that luftice did it. Who deferues Greatnes,
Deferues your Hate : and your Affeöions are
A fickmans Appetite ; who delires moft chat
Which would encreafe his euill. He that depends
Vpon your fauours, fwimmeswith finnes of Leade,
And hewes downe Cakes, with rufhes. Hang ye:truft ye I
With euery Minute you do change a Minde,
And call him Noble, that was now your Hate:
Him vilde, that was your Garland. What's the matter.
That in thefe feuerall places of the Citie,
You cry againft the Noble Senate, who
(Vnder the Gods) keepe you in awe, which elfe
Would feede on one another? What's their feeking ?
Men. For Corne at their owne rates, wherof they fay
The Citie is well ftor'd.
eMar. Hang 'em : They fay ?
They'l fit by th'fire, and prefume to know
What's done i'th Capitoll : Who's like to rife.
Who thriues,& who declines: Side fa¿lions,& giue otít
Conieflurall Marriages, making parties ftrong.
And feebling fuch as ftand not in their liking.
Below their cobled Shooes. They fay ther's grain enough?
Would the Nobility lay afide their ruth.
And let me vfe my Sword, I'de make a Quarrie
With thoufands of thefe quarter'd flaues, as high
As I could picke my Lance.
Menen. Nay thefe are almoft thoroughly perfwadedt
For though abundantly they lacke difcretion
Yet are they pafsing Cowardly. But I befeechyou.
What fayes the other Troope?
Mar, They are dilfolu'd : Hang em ;
They faid they were an hungry, figh'd forth Prouetbes
That Hunger-broke ftone wals : that dogges muft eate
That meate was made for mouths. That the gods lent not
Corne for the Richmen onely s With thefe fhreds
They vented their Complainings, which being anlwer'd
And a petition granted them, a ftrange one.
To breake the heart of generofity.
And make bold power looke pale, they threw their caps
As they would hang them on the homes a'th Moone,
Shooting their Emulation.
Menen. What is graunted them?
Mar. Fiue Tribunes to defend their vulgar wifdoms
Of their owne choice. One's Junius 'BrutuSy
Sicinius rtlutus, and I know not. Sdeath,
The
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"The Tragedle of Qoriolanus.
The rabble ihould haue firft vnroo'ft the City
Ere fo preuayl'd with me j It will In time
Win vpon power,and throw forth greater Theames
For Infurreétions arguing.
Metten» This is ftrange.
Mar» Go get you home you Fragments.
Enter a Meßknger baßily»
Mejf» Where's Caitu Mart'm ?
Mar» Heere: what's the matter?
MeJ. The newes is fir, the Volcies are in Armes.
Mar. 1 am glad on't, then we ihall ha meanes to vent
Our muftie fuperHuity. See our beft Eiders.
Enter Siciniué Velutui^ Annitu Brutus Cominifttf Titus
Lartius^ tfiitb otber Senatours»
I.&«. çMartitu 'tis true, that you haue lately told vs,
The Voices are in Armes.
Mar. They haue a Leader,
TuUus Aufftditds that will put you too't:
1 finne in enuying his Nobility :
And were I any thing but what I am,
1 would wiih me onely he.
Com. You haue fought together?
Mar» Were hälfe to hälfe the world by th'eares, & he
vpon my partie, I'de reuolt to make
Onely my warres with him. He is a Lion
That 1 am proud to hunt.
l.Sen. Then worthy Martius^
Attend vpon Cominius to thefe Warres.
Com» It is your former promife.
Mar. Sir it is,
And I am confiant : Titus Luciusy thou
Shalt fee me once more ftrike at Tullus face.
What art thou llifFe? Stand'ft out?
77/. No Caius Martins^
He leane vpon one Crutch,and fight with tother,
Ere flay behinde this BufinefTe«
Men. Oh true-bred.
Sen, Your Company to'th'Capitoll,where I know
Our greateft Friends attend vs.
Tit. Lead you on : Follow CominiuSyVte mufi followe
you, right worthy you Priority.
Com. Noble Martins»
Sen. Hence to your homes, be gone.
Mar. Nay let them follow,
The Voices haue much Corne : take thefe Rats thither,
To gnaw their Garners. Worfhipfull Mutiners,
Your valour puts well forth : Pray follow. Exeunt.
Citizens fieale aveay. Manet Sicin.Ó* Brutus»
Stein. Was euer man fo proud as is this Martiusf
^ru. He has no equal!.
&V/w.When we were chofen Tribunes for the|people.
^ru. Mark'd you his lip and eyes.
Sicin» Nay, but his taunts.
'Bru» Being mou'd,he will not fpare to gird the Gods.
&cin, Bemocke the modefl Moone.
Bru. The prefent Warres deuoure him, he is growne
Too proud to be fo valiant.
Sicin. Such a Nature, tickled with good fucceffe, dif-
daines the fhadow which he treads on at noone,but I do
wonder, his infolence can brocke to be commanded vn-
der Cominius ?
Bru» Fame, at the which he aymes.
In whom already he's .well grac'd, cannot
Better be held, nor more attain'd then by
A place below the firft : for what mifcarries
Shall be the Generals fault, though he performe
To th'vtmoft of a man, and giddy cenfure
Will then cry out of cMartius i Oh,ifhe
Had borne the bufineffe.
Stein» Befides,if things go well,
Opinion that fo flickes on Martins, fhall
Of his demerits rob Cominius»
'Bru» Come:})alfe all Cominius Honors are to Martins
Though Martins earn'd them not : and all his faults
To Martins fhall be Honors, though indeed
In ought he merit not.
Sicin. Let's hence, and heare
How the difpatch is made,and in what fafhion
More then his fingularity, he goes
Vpon this prefent Ailion.
'Bru» Let's along. Exeunt
Enter Tullus Auffidius tritb Senators of Coriolus,
\»Sen, So, your opinion is Auffidius,
That they of Rome are entred in our Counfailes,
And know how we proceede,
Auf, Is it not yours ?
What euer haue bin thought one in this State
That could be brought to bodily adi, ere Rome
Had circumuention : 'tis not foure dayes gone
Since 1 heard thence, thefe are the words, X thinke
Ijhaue the Letter heere : yes,heereit is;
They haue prefl a Power, but it is not knowne
Whether for £afl or Weft : the Dearth is great,
The people Mutinous : And it is rumour'd,
Cominius,Martius your old Enemy
(Who is of Rome worfe hated then of you)
And Titus Lartius, a moft valiant Roman,
Thefe three leade on this Preparation
Whether 'tis bent : moft likely, 'tis for you ;
Confider of ít.
l.Sen. Our Armie'sin the Field :
We neuer yet made doubt but Rome was ready
To anfwer vs.
Auf. Nor did you thinke it folly,
To keepe your great pretences vayl'd, till when
They needs muft ihew themfelues, which in the hatching
It feem'd appear'd to Rome. By the difcouery,
We ihalbe /hortned in our ayme, which was
To take in many Townes, ere (almoft)Rome
Should know we were a-foot.
2. Sen, Noble Aufftdlus,
Take your Commiflion, hye you to your Bands,
Let vs alone to guard Qorioles
If they fet downe before's : for the remoue
Bring vp your Army : but (1 thinke) you'l finde
Th'haue not prepar'd for vs.
Auf. O doubt not that,
I fpeake from Certainties. Nay more.
Some parcels of their Power are forth already,
And onely hitherward. I leaue your Honors.
If we, and Caius Marths chance to meete,
'Tis fworne betweene vs, we fhall euer ftrike
Till one can do no more.
All. The Gods afsift you.
Auf, And keepe your Honors fafe.
l.Sen» Farewell.
2.Sen, Farewell.
All, Farewell. Exeunt omnes.
a a 2 Enter
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Enter Volutnnia and Virgiim, mother and wife to Marths t
They Jet them downe on two ¡owe fiooles and /owe.
Voium.I pray you daughter fing, or exprefle your felfe
in a more comfortable fort : If my Sonne were my Huf-
band, I fliould freelier reioyce in that abfence wherein
he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,
where he would Ihew moft loue. When yet hee was but
tender-bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when
youth with comelinefle pluck'd all gaze his way ; when
for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother Ihould not fel him
an houre from her beholding; 1 confidering how Honour
would become fuch a perfon, that it was no better then
Pifture-like to hang by th'wall, if renowne made it not
ftirre, was pleas'd to let him feeke danger, where he was
like to finde fame : To a cruell Warre I fent him, from
whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell
thee Daughter, 1 fprang not more in ioy at firft hearing
he was a Man-child, then now in firft feeing he had pro-
ued himfelfe a man.
yirtr. But had he died in the Bufinefie Madame, how
then
Volum. Then his good report Ihould haue beene my
Sonne, I therein would haue found ilTue. Heare me pro-
fefie fincerely, had 1 a dozen fons each in my loue alike,
and none lefie deere then thine, and my good Marths, 1
had rather had eleuen dye Nobly for their Countrey,then
one voluptuoufly furfet out of Affion.
Enter a Gentlewoman.
Gent. Madam, the Lady Valeria is come to vifit you.
Virg. Befeech you giue me leaue to retire my felfe.
Volum. Indeed you fliall not!
Me thinkes, I heare hither your Husbands Drumme i
See him plucke eAuffidius downe by th'haire:
(As children from a Beare) the Volees fiiunning him :
Me thinkes 1 fee him ftampe thus, and call thus,
Come on you Cowards, you were got in feare
Though you were borne in Rome ; his bloody brow
With his mail'd hand, then wiping, forth he goes
Like to a Harueft man, that task'd to mowe
Or all, or loofe his hyre.
Virg. His bloody Brow ?0h Jupiter, no blood.
Volum. Away you Foole ; it more becomes a man|
Then gilt his Trophe. The brefts of Hecuba
When Ihe did fuckle Hedor, look'd not louelier
Then Hedors forhead, when it fpit forth blood
At Grecian fword. Contenning, tell Valeria
We are fit to bid her welcome. Exit Gent.
Vir. Heauens blefle my Lord from fell Auffidius.
Vol, Hee'l beat Auffidius head below his knee.
And treade vpon his necke.
Enter Valeria with an VJher, and a Gentlewoman.
Val. My Ladies both good day to you.|
Vol, Sweet Madam.
Vir. I am glad to fee your Ladylhip.
Val. How do you both You are manifeft houfe-kee-
pers. What are you fowing heere ? A fine fpotte in good
faith. How does your little Sonne
Vir. I thanke your Lady-lhip : Well good Madam.
Vol. He had rather fee the fwords, and heare a Drum,
then looke vpon his Schoolmafter.
Val. A my word the Fathers Sonne : He fweare 'tis a
very pretty boy. A my troth, I look'd vpon him a Wenf-
day hälfe an houre together : ha's fuch a confirm'd coun¬
tenance. I faw him run after a gilded Butterfly, & when
he caught it, he let it go againe, and after it againe, and o-
uer and ouer he comes, and vp againe : catcht it again : or
whether his fall enrag'd him, or how 'twas, hee did fo fet
his teeth, and teare it. Oh, Iwarrant how he mammockt
it.
Vol. One on's Fathers moods.
Val. Indeed la, tis a Noble childe.
Virg. A Cracke Madam.
Val. Come, lay afide your fiitchery, I mull haue you
play the idle Hufwife with me this afternoone.
Virg. No (good Madam)
I will not out of doores.
Val. Not out of doores ?
Volum. She lhall, (he fiiall.
Virg. Indeed no, by your patience ; He not ouer the
threlhold, till my Lord returne from the Warres.
Val. Fye, you confine your felfe moft vnreafonably !
Come, you muft go vifit the good Lady that lies in.
Virg. I will wilh her fpeedy ftrength, and vifite her
with my prayers ; but I cannot go thither.
Volum. Why I pray you. ,
Vlug. 'Tis not to faue labour,nor that I want loue.
Val. You would be another Tenelofe : yet they fay, all
the yearne Ihe fpun in Vliffes abfence, did but fill Athica
full of Mothes. Come, I would your Cambrick were fen-
fible as your finger, that you might leaue pricking it for
pitie. Come you lhall go with vs.
Vir. No good Madam, pardon me, indeed I will not
foorth.
Val. In truth la go with me, and He tell you excellent
newes of your Husband.
Virg. Oh good Madam, there can be none yet.
Val. Verily 1 do not left with you: there came newes
from him laft night.
Vir. Indeed Madam.
Val. In earneft it's true ; I heard a Senatour fpeake it.
Thus it is : the Volcies haue an Army forth, againft who
Cominius the Generali is gone, with one part of our Ro¬
mane power. Your Lord, and Vitus Earths, are fet down
before their Citie Carióles, they nothing doubt preuai-
ling,and to make it breefe Warres. This is true on mine
Honor, and fo I pray go with vs.
Virg. Giue me excufe good Madame, I will obey you
in euery thing heereafter.
Vol. Let her alone Ladie,as Ihe is now !
She will but difeafe our better mirth.
Valeria. In troth I thinke Ihe would :
Fare you well then. Come good fweet Ladle.
Prythee Virgilia turne thy folemnelfe out a doore,
.4nd go along with vs.
Virgil.. No
At a word Madam ; Indeed I muft not,
I wilh you much mirth.
Val. Well, then farewell. Exeunt Ladies
Enter oMartius, Vitus Earths, with Drumme and Co.-
lours, with Captaines and Souldiers, as
before the City Corialus : to them
a oMeffengtr.
Marths. Yonder comes Newes :
A Wager they haue met.
Ear. My horfe to yours, no.
Mar, Tis done.
Eart. Agreed.
Mar. \
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çMar, Say,ha*s our Generali met the Enemy ?
They lye in view, but haue not fpoke as yet.
hart. So, the good Horfe is mine.
Mart. He buy him of you.
Xjr/.No, He nor fel, nor giue him: Lend you him I will
For hälfe a hundred yeares: Summon the Towne.
Mar. How farre off lie thefe Armies?
Meff» Within this mile and hälfe.
Mar, Then ihall we heare their Lamm, & they Ours.
Now Mars, I prythee make vs quicke in worke.
That we with fmoaking fwords may march from hence
To helpe our fielded Friends. Come, blow thy blaft.
They Sound a Farley : Enter tw Senators mth others on
the fValles of Corialué.
Tullus AuffidiouSy is he within your Walles ?
I.Senat. No,nor a man that feares you leffe then he.
That's ieffer then a little : Drum a farre off,
Hearke, our Drummes
Are bringing forth our youth : Wee'l brcake our Walles
Rather then they ihall pound vs vp our Gates,
Which yet feeme Ihut, we haue but pin'd with Ru/hes,
Thcy'Ie open of themfelues. Harke you, farre off
tAiarum farre off.
There is Auffidious, Lift what worke he makes
Among'ft your clouen Army.
Mart. Oh they are at it.
Lart, Their noife be our inftru^tion. Ladders hoa.
Enter the Army of the UoJces.
^Mar. They feare vs" not, but iffue forth their Citie.
Now put your Shields before your hearts,and fight
With hearts more proofe then Shields.
Aduance braue Titus,
They do difdaine vs much beyond our Thoughts,
which makes me fweat with wrath. Come on my fellows
He that retires, He take him for a ydce.
And he ihall feele mine edge.
Alarum, the Romans are heat hac^ to their Trenches
Enter Marths C^rßng.
Mar, All the contagion of the South,light on you,
You Shames of Rome: you Heard of Byles and Plagues
Plaider you oVe, that you may be abhorr'd
Farther then feene, and one infeét another
Againll the Winde a mile : you foules of Geefe,
That beare the ihapes of men, how haue you run
From Slaues, that Apes would beate 5 Fluto and Hell,
All hurt behinde, backes red, and faces pale
With dightand agued feare, mend and charge home,
Or by the fires of heauen, He leaue the Foe,
And make my Warres on you: Looke too't: Come on,
Ifyou'l ftand faft, weeT beate them to their Wiues,
As they vs to our Trenches followes.
Another Alarum^and Marths follorpes them to
gates, and ü fl>ut in.
So, now the gates are ope: now proue good Seconds,
'Tis for the followers Fortune, widens them.
Not for the flyers : Marke me,and do the like.
Enter the Gati,
I.Sol. Foole-hardineffe, not I.
i.Sol, Nor I.
Í.Sol. See they haue ihut him in. %Alarum continues
All. To th'pot I warrant him. Enter Titus Lartius
Tit. What is become of edMartius }
All. Slaine fSir) doubtleffe.
Í.Sol. Following the Flyers at the very heeles.
With them he enters : who vpon the fodaine
Clapt to their Gates, he is himfelfe alone,
To anfwer all the City.
Lar, Oh Noble Fellow !
Who fenfibly out*dares his fenceleffe Sword,
And when it bowes,ftand'ft vp : Thou art left ^Marths,
A Carbuncle intire : as big as thou art
Weare not fo rich a lewell. Thou was't a Souldier
Euen to Calues wiih,not fierce and terrible
Onely in ftrokes, but with thy grim lookes,and
The Thunder-like percuffion of thy founds
Thou mad'ft thine enemies ihake,as if the World
Were Feauorous, and did tremble.
Enter Marths hleedingyaffaulted by the Enemy,
x.Sol. Looke Sir.
Lar. O 'tis Martins.
Let's fetch him off, or make remaine alike.
They fight, and all enter the City.
Enter certaine Romanes veith jfoiles,
i.Rom, This will I carry to Rome,
Z.Rom. And I this.
3.R0W.A Murrain on't, I tooke this for Siluer. exeunt.
Alarum continues ft ill a farre off.
Enter Marths,and Titus xvitba Trumpet,
Mar.Ett heere thefe mouers, that do prize their hours
At a crack'd Drachme : Cufliions, Leaden Spoones,
Irons of a Doit, Dublets that Hangmen would
Bury with thofe that wore them. Thefe bafe flaues.
Ere yet the fight be done,packe vp,downe with them.
And harke, what noyfe the Generali makes: To him
There is the man of my foules hate, Auffidious,
Piercing our Romanes : Then Valiant Titus take
Conuenient Numbers to make good the City,
Whil'ft I with thofe that haue the fpirit, wil hafte
To helpe Cominhs.
Lar. Worthy Sir, thou bleed'ft.
Thy exercife hath bin too violent.
For a fécond courfe of Fight.
Mar, Sir,praife me not :
My worke hath yet not warm'd me. Fare you well :
The blood I drop, is rather Phyficall
Then dangerous to me : To Auffidious thus, I will appear
Lar, Now the faire Goddeffe Fortune, (and fight.
Fall deepe in loue with thee,and her great charmes
Mifguide thy Oppofers fwords, Bold Gentleman :
Profperity be thy Page.
Mar. Thy Friend no leffe,
Then thofe /he placeth higheft : So farewell.
Lar, Thou worthieft Marths,
Go found thy Trumpet in the Market place,
Call thither all the Officers a'th'Towne,
Where they ihall know our minde. Away. Exeunt
Enter Cominhs as it reere in retire,ivith foldiers.
Com. Breath you my friends, wel fought, we are come
Like Romans,neither fooli/h in our ftands, (oft.
Nor Cowardly in retyre ; Beleeue me Sirs,
We ihall be charg'd againe. Whiles wc baue ftrooke
By Interims and conueying gufts,we haue heard
The Charges of our Friends. The Roman Gods,
Leade their fucceffes,as we wi/h our owne.
That both our powers, with fmiJing Fronts encountring,
May giue you thankfiill Sacrifice. Thy Newes ?
Enter a Mffenger.
Meff. The Cittizens of Corioles haue yffued,
And giuen to Lartius and to Marths Battaile :
a a 3 I faw
6 The Tragédie of Qoriolanus.
I faw our party to their Trenches driuen.
And then 1 came away.
Com. Though thou fpeakeft truth,
Me thinkes thou fpeak'ft not well. How long is't fince ?
Mef, Aboue an houre, my Lord.
Com.*T\s not a mile;briefely we heard their drummes.
How could'ft thou in a mile confound an houre,
And bring thy Newes fo late/
Mef. Spies of the Voices
Held me in chace, that I was forc'd to wheele
Three or foure miles about, elfe had I fir
Hälfe an houre fince brought my report.
Enter c^artiué»
Com. Whofe yonder,
That doe's appeare as he were Plead ?0 Gods,
He has the ftampe of MartittSyand I haue
Before time feene him thus,
Aiûr. Come I too late ?
Cow.The Shepherd knowes not Thunder fro a Taber,
More then I know the found of Martm Tongue
From euery meaner nian.
Martiui. Come I too late ?
Com. I, if you come not in the blood of others.
But mantled in your owne.
Mart. Oh' let me clip ye
In Armes as found, as when I woo'd in heart;
As merry, as when our Nuptiall day was done,
And Tapers burnt to Bedward.
Cow.Flower of Warriors, how is't with Tittu Lart 'ius}
Mar. As with a man bufied about Decrees ;
Condemning feme to death, and fome to exile,
Ranfoming him, or pittying, threatning th^other;
Holding CorioUs in the name of Rome,
£uen like a fawning Grey-hound in the Leaih,
To let him flip at will.
Com. Where is that Slaue
Which told me they had beate you to your Trenches?
Where is he? Call him hither.
Mar. Let him alone,
He did informe the truth : but for our Gentlemen,
The common file,(a plague-Tribunes for them)
The Moufe neVe ihunn'd the Cat,as they did budge
From Rafcals worfe then they.
Com. But how preuail'd you?
Mar. Will the time ferue to tell, I do not thinke ;
Where is the enemy? Are you Lords a'th Field ?
If not, why ceafe you till you are fo ?
Com. çMartîusy we haue at difaduantage fought.
And did retyre to win our purpofe.
Mar. How lies their Battell? Know you on w fide
They haue plac'd their men oftruft?
Com. As I guefle Martiusy
Their Bands i'th Vaward are the Antients
Of their beft trufl: : OVe them AuffidimUy
Their very heart of Hope.
Mar. I do befeech you.
By all the Battailes wherein we haue fought,
By th'Blood we haue flied together.
By th'Vowes we haue made
To endure Friends, that you dire£lly fet me
Againft AffidiouSy and his Antiats,
And that you not delay the prefent (but
Filling the aire with Swords aduanc'd)and Darts,
We proue this very houre.
Com. Though I could wifli.
You were condudled to a gentle Bath,
And Balmes applyed to you, yet dare I neuer
Deny your asking, take your choice of thofe
That beft can ayde your action.
Mar. Thofe are they
That moft are willing; if any fuch be heere,
(As it werp finne to doubt^that loue this painting
Wherein you fee me fmear'd, if any feare
Leflen his perfon, then an ill report ;
If any thinke, braue death out-weighes bad life,
And that his Countries deerer then himfelfe,
Let him alone : Or fo many fo minded,
Waue thus to exprelTe his difpofition.
And follow Mart'm.
They all Jhout and veaue their ßpords,ta^e him vp in their
Armes, and caß vp their Caps^
Oh me alone, make you a fword of me ;
If thefe fliewes be not outward, which of you
But is foure Voices} None of you, but is
Able to beare againft the Auffidious
A Shield, as hard as his. A certaine number
(Though fhankes to all)muft I fele¿t from all :
The reft ihall beare the bufinelïe in fome other fight
(As caufe will be obey'd:) pleafe you to March,
And foure fliall quickly draw out my Command,
Which men are beft inclined.
Qom. March on my Fellowes :
Make good this oftentatlon, and you ihall
Diuide in all, with vs. Exeunt
Titus Larttusy hauing Jet a guard mpon Carióles y going xoitb
T)rum an d Trumpet tcrvard CominiuSy and Caius Mar^
tiuSy Enters "reith a Lieutenanty other Souldioursy and a
Scout.
Lar. So,let the Ports be guarded; keepe your Duties
As I haue fet them downe. If I do fend, difpatch
Thofe Centuries to our ayd, the reft will ferue
For a ihort holding, if we loofe the Field,
We cannot keepe the Towne.
Lieu. Feare not our care Sir.
Lart. Hence; and fliut your gates vpon's:
Our Guider come, to th'Roman Campe conduél vs. Exit
Alarumy as in Battaile.
Enter Martius and Auffidius at feueral doores.
Mar. lie fight with none but thee, for 1 do hate thee
Worfe then a Promiie-breaker.
Auffid. We hate alike :
Not Affricke ownes a Serpent I abhorre
More then thy Fame and Enuy: Fix thy foot.
Mar, Let the firft Budget dye the others Slaue,
And the Gods doome him after.
Auf. If I flye eMartiusyhoWovf me like a Hare.
Mar, Within thefe three houres Tullus
Alone I fought in your Corioles walles.
And made what worke I pleas'dr'Tis not my blood,
Wherein thou feeft me maskt, for thy Rcuenge
Wrench vp thy power to th'higheft.
Auf. Wer't thou the HeSiory
That was the whip of your bragg'd Progeny,
Thou ihould'ft not fcape me heere.
Heere they fight y and certaine Voices come in the ayde
of Auffi. Martius fights til they be driuen in breathles.
Officious and not valiant, you haue fliam'd me
In your condemned Seconds.
Elourijh.
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Flourtjh. Alarum. «A Retreat U founded. Enter at
one Doore Cominm^ rrith the Romanes : At
another Doore ^Mart 'ius, tvitb hù
Arme in a Scarfe»
Com. If I ihould tell thee o're this thy dayes Worke,
Thou*t not beleeue thy deeds : but He report it,
Where Senators ihall mingle teares with fmiles,
Where great Patricians ihall attend,and ihrug,
Tth'end admire : where Ladies ihall be frighted,
And gladly <)uakM,heare more : where the dull Tribunes,
That with the fuftie Plebeans,hate thine Honors,
Shall fay againft their hearts, We thanke the Gods
Our Rome hath fuch a Souldier.
Yet cam'ft thou to a Morfell of this Feaft,
Hauing fully dinM before.
Enter Titue wth hü Poroer ^ from the Purfuit.
Titus Lartius. Oh Generali :
Here is the Steed, wee the Caparifon :
Hadft thou beheld
Martius» Pray now, no more :
My Mother, who ha*s a Charter to extoll her Bloud,
When ihe do*s prayfe me, grieues me ;
I haue done as you haue done, that^s what I can,
Induced as you haue beene,that^s for my Countrey ;
He that ha*s but effcéled his good will,
Hath ouerta'ne mine
Com. You ihall not be the Graue of your deferuing,
Rome muft know the value of herowne :
Twcre a Concealement worfe then a Theft,
No leiTe then a Traducement,
To hide your doings,and to hlence that,
Which to the fpire,and top of prayfes vouched.
Would feeme but modeil : therefore I befeech you,
In figne of what you are, not to reward
What you haue done, before our Armie heare me.
Martius. I haue fome Wounds vpon me,and they fmart
To heare themfelues remembred.
Com. Should they not:
Weil might they fefter *gainft Ingratitude,
And tentthemfelues with death : of all the Horfes,
Whereof we haue ta*ne good, and good ftore of all,
The Treafure in this field atchieued,and Citie,
We render you the Tenth, to be ta*ne forth.
Before the common diftrvbution,
At your oncly choyfe.
cMartius. I thanke you General! :
But cannot make my heart confent to take
A Bribe, to pay my Sword : I doe refufe it,
And ftand vpon my common part with thofe.
That haue beheld the doing*
A long flourifh. T'hey all cry, Martius, Martius,
cafi vp their Caps and Launces : Cominius
and Lartius fland bare.
Mar.Mzy thefe fame Inftruments, which you prophane,
Neuer found more: when Drums and Trumpets ihall
Pth^field proue flatterers,let Courts and Cities be
Made all of faliè-fac'd foothing :
When Steele growcs foft,as the Parafites Silke,
Let him be made an Ouerture for th^ Warres :
No more I fay, for that 1 haue not waihM
My Nofe that bled, or foyfd fome debile Wretch,
Which without note, here's many elfe haue done.
You ihoot me forth in acclamations hyperbolicall.
As if I lou'd my little ihould be dieted
In prayfes, fawc'ft with Lyes.
Com. Too modefl are you :
More cruell to your good report,then gratefull
To vSjthat giue you truly : by your patience,
If*gainft your felfe you be incens'd, wee'le put you
(Like one that meanes his proper harme) in Manacles,
Then reafon fafely with you : Therefore be it knowne.
As to vs,to all the World, That Caius Martius
Weares this Warres Garland ; in token of the which,
My Noble Steed,knowne to the Campe,! giue him.
With all his trim belonging j and from this time,
For what he did before Corioles, call him,
With all th'applaufe and Clamor of the Hoaft,
^Marcus Caius Qoriolanus. Beare th'addition Nobly euer?
Flourifh. Trumpets Jound^and Drums,
Omnes. Marcus Caius C'^riolanus,
Martius. I will goe wafli :
And when my Face is faire, you lhall perceiue
Whether I bluih,or no : howbeit, I thanke you,
I meane to ftride your Steed, and at all times
To vnder-creft your good Addition,
To th'laireneiTe of my power.
Com. So,to our Tent :
Where ere we doe repofe vs, we will write
To Rome of our fuccefle : you Titus Lartius
Muft to Corioles backe, fend vs to Rome
The bed,with whom we may articulate.
For their owne good, and ours.
Lartius. I lhall, my Lord.
Martius. The Gods begin to mocke me :
I that now refused moil Princely gifts,
Am bound to begge of my Lord Generali.
Com. Tak't,'tis yours : what is't?
Martius. 1 fometime lay here in Corioles^
At a poore mans houfe: he vs'd me kindly.
He cry'd to me : 1 faw him Prifoner :
But then Auffidius was within my view.
And Wrath o're-whelm'd my pittie : I requell you
To giue my poore Hoft freedome.
Com. Oh well begg'd :
Were he the Butcher of my Sonne,he fliould
Be free,as is the Winde : deliuer him,T/r«i.
Lartius. Martiusfi\% Name. »
Martius. By lupiter forgot :
I am wearie, yea, my memorie is tyr'd :
Haue we no Wine here ?
Com. Goe we to our Tent :
The bloud vpon your Vifage dryes,'tis time
It ihould be lookt too : come. Exeunt.
Afiourifh. Cornets. Enter Tullus Aufßdius
bloudie^ rvith troo or three Souldiors,
Auffi. The Towne is ta*ne.
Sould. 'Twill be deliuer'd backe on good Condition.
Auffid. Condition ?
I would 1 were a Roman, for I cannot.
Being a Uolceyht that I am. Condition ?
What good Condition can a Treatie finde
Tth'part that is at mercyf fiue ùmt%yMartitu,
I haue fought with thee ; fo often hail thou beat me :
And wouid'il doe fo,I thinke,ihould we encounter
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As often as we eate. By th'Zlements,
If ere againe I meet him beard to beard,
He's mine, or I am his : Mine Emulation
Hath not that Honor in't it had : For where
I thought to crufh him in an equall Force,
True Sword to Sword : He potche at him fome way.
Or Wrath,or Craft may get him.
Sol. He's the diuell.
Bolder, though not fo fubtletmy .valors poifon'd.
With onely fufFring ftaineby him : for him
Shall flye out of it ielfe, nor Beepe, nor fandluary.
Being naked, ficke; nor Phane,nor Capitoll,
The Prayers of Priefts, nor times of Sacrifice:
Embarquements all of Fury, fliall lift vp
Their rotten Priuiledge, and Cuftome 'gainft
My hate to Mart'm. Where I finde him, were it
At home, vpon my Brothers Guard, euen there
Againft the hofpitable Canon, would I
Walh my fierce hand in's heart. Go you to th'Citie,
Learne how 'tis held, and what they are thatmuft
Be Hoftages for Rome.
Soul. Will not you go ?
Auf. I am attended at the Cyprus groue. I pray you
('Tis South the City Mils) bring me word thither
How the world goes : that to the pace of it
I may fpurre on my iourney.
Soul, I fiiall fir.
A5lus Secundas.
Enter Meneniui with the two Tribunes of the
people, Sicinius & 'Brutus.
Men. The Agurer tels me, wee fliall haue Newes to
night.
"Bru. Good or bad I
Men. Not according to the prayer of the people, for
they loue not Martius.
Sicin. Nature teaches Beafts to know their Friends.
Men. Pray you, who does the Wolfe loue
Sicin. The Lambe.
Men. I, to deuour him,as the hungry Plebeians would
the Noble Martius.
'Bru. He's a Lambe indeed, that baes like a Beare.
Men. Hee's a Beare indeede, that Hues like a Lambe.
You two are old men, tell me one thing that I fliall aske
you.
Both. Well fir.
Men. In what enormity is Martius poore in, that you
two haue not in abundance f
'Bru. He's poore in no one fault, but ftor'd withall.
Sicin. Efpecially in Pride.
Bru. And topping all others in boafting.
olMen. This is ftrange now : Do you two know, how
you are cenfured heere in the City, I mean of vs a'th'right
hand File, do you.'
'Both. Why.' ho ware we cenfur'd.'
Men. Becaufe you talke of Pride now, will you not
be angry.
'Both, Well, well fir, well.
Men. Why'tis no great matter : for a very little theefe
of Occafion, will rob you of a great deale of Patience :
Giue your difpofitions the reines, and bee angry at your
pleafures (at the ieafi)if you take it as a pleafure to you,in
being fo : you blame Martius for being proud.
'Brut. We do it not alone, fir.
Men, I know you can doe very little alone, for your
helpes are many, or elfe your aflions would growe won¬
drous fingle : your abilities are to Infant-like, for dooing
much alone. You talke of Pride: Oh, that you could turn
your eyes toward the Napes of your neckes, and make
but an Interiour furuey of your good felues. Oh that you
could.
'Both. What then fir ?
Men. Why then you fliould difcouer a brace of vn-
merifmg,proud, violent, teftie Magifirates (alias Fooles)
as any in Rome.
Sicin. Menenius, you are knowne well enough too.
Men, I am knowne to be a humorous Tatritian, and
one that loues a cup of hot Wine, with not a drop of alay-
ing Tiber in't : Said, to be fomething imperfefl in fauou-
ring the firft complaint, hafty and Tinder-like vppon, to
triuiall motion : One, that conuerfes more with the But-
tockc of the night, then with the forbead of the morning.
What I think, I vtter,and fpend my malice in my breath.
Meeting two fuch Weales men as you are (I cannot call
you Licurgufes,) if the drinke you giue me, touch my Pa-
iat aduerfly, I make a crooked face at it, I can fay, your
Worihippes haue deliuer'd the matter well, when I finde
the Affe in compound, with the Maior part of your fylla-
bles. And though I muft be content to beare with thofe,
that fay you are reuerend graue men, yet they lye deadly,
that tell you haue good faces, if you fee this in the Map
of my Microcofme, followes it that I am knowne well e-
nough too?What harme tan your beefome ConfpeQui-
ties gleane out of this Charrafler, if I be knowne well e-
nough too.
Bru. Come fir come, we know you well enough.
Menen. You know neither mee, your felues, nor any
thing : you are ambitious, for poore knaues cappes and
legges : you weare out a good wholefome Forenoone,in
hearing a caufe betweene an Orendge wife, and a Forfet-
feller, and then reiourne the Controuerfie of three-pence
to a fécond day of Audience. When you are hearing a
matter betweene party and party, if you chaunce to bee
pinch'd with the Collicke, you make faces like Mum¬
mers, let vp the bloodie Flagge againfi all Patience, and
in roaring for a Chamber-pot, dilmilfe the Controuerfie
bleeding, the more intangled by your hearing : All the
peace you make in their Caufe, is calling both the parties
Knaues. You are a payre of ftrange ones.
Bru, Come, come, you are well vnderftood to bee a
perfefter gyber for the Table, then a neceffary Bencher in
the Capitoll.
Men. Our very Priefts muft become Mockers, if they
fhall encounter fuch ridiculous Subiefh as you are, when
you fpeake beft vnto the purpofe. It is not woorth the
wagging of your Beards, and your Beards deferue not fo
honourable a graue,as to ftuffe a Botchers Culhion, or to
be intomb'd in an Affes Packe-faddle ; yet you muft bee
faying, Martius is proud : who in a cheape eftimation, is
worth all your predeceffors, fince Deucalion, though per-
aduenture fome of the beft of'em were hereditarie hang¬
men. Godden to your Worfliips, more of your conuer-
fation would infefl my Braine, being the Heardfmen of
the Beaftly Plebeans. I will be bold to take my leaue of
you.
Bru. and Scie, oAßde.
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Enter Volumina, rirgilia,and Valeria.
How now (my as faire as Noble)Ladyes,and the Moone
were ihee Earthly, no Nobler ; whither doe you follow
your Eyes fo fall ?
Volum. Honorable Menenius, my Boy Martius appro¬
ches : for the loue of luno let's goe.
Menen. Ha ? Martitu comming home ?
Volum. I, worthy Menenita, and with moll profperous
approbation.
Menen. Take my Cappe luf iter, and I thanke thee :
hoo,Mariiui comming home?
i.Ladies. Nay,'tis true.
Volum. Looke,here's a Letter from him,the State hath
another, his Wife another, and (1 thinkeJ there's one at
home for you.
Menen. I will make my very houfe reele to night ;
A Letter for me ?
Virgil. Yes certaine, there's a Letter for you, I faw't.
Menen. A Letter for me? it giues me an Ellate of Ce¬
nen yeeres health ; in which time, I will make a Lippe at
the PhyficianiThe mod foueraigne Prefcription in Galen,
'u but Emperickqutique ; and to this Preferuatiue, of no
better report then a Horfe-drench. Is he not wounded ?
he was wont to come home wounded ?
Virgil. Oh no, no, no.
Volum. Oh, he is wounded, I thanke the Gods for't.
Menen. So doe I too, if it be not too much : brings a
Viflorie in his Pocket?the wounds become him.
Volum. On's Browes : Meneniue,hee comes the third
time home with the Oaken Garland.
Menen. Ha's he difciplin'd jiußidius foundly?
Volum. Titue Lartiui writes, they fought together, but
uiußdiui got olf.
Menen. And'twas time for him too. He warrant him
that: and he had ftay'd by him,I would not haue been fo
fiddious'd, for all the Chells in Carióles, and the Gold
that's in them. Is the Senate polTell of this ?
Volum. Good Ladies let's goe. Yes, yes, yes : The
Senate ha's Letters from the Generali, wherein hee giues
my Sonne the whole Name of the Warre : he hath in this
aâion out-done his former deeds doubly.
Valer. In troth,there's wondrous things fpoke of him.
Menen, Wondrous: 1,1 warrant you,and not with¬
out his true purchafing.
Virgil. The Gods graunt them true.
Volum. True ? pow waw.
Mene. True? He be fworne they are true: where is
hee wounded, God faue your good Worlhips ? elMartitu
is comming home : hee ha's more caufe to be prowd :
where is he wounded ?
Volum. Ith'Shoulder, and ith'left Arme : there will be
large Cicatrices to fliew the People, when hee lhall Hand
for his place : he receiued in the repulfe of Tarquin feuen
hurts ith' Body.
Mene, One ith'Neck, and two ith'Thigh,there's nine
that I know.
Volum. Hee had, before this lall Expedition, twentie
fine Wounds vpon him.
Mene. Now it's twentie feuen ; euery galh was an
Enemies Graue. Hearke,the Trumpets.
ßxmt, and flourip.
Volum. Thefe are the Vlhers of eMartiue ;
Before him, hee carryes Noyfe ;
And behinde him, hee leaues 'Teares :
Death, that darke Spirit, in's neruie Arme doth lye.
Which being aduanc'd, declines, and then men dye.
tA Sennet. Trumpet! found.
Enter Cominiue the Generali, and Tittee Latiui : he.
tweene them Coriolanui, crown"d with an Oaken
Garland, with Captainet and Soul-
diers, and a Herauld.
Herauld. Know Rome,that all alone Martitu did fight
Within Corioles Gates : where he hath wonne,
With Fame,a Name to eMartitu Caiui:
Thefe in honor followes eMartitu Caitu Coriolanui.
Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanui.
Sound. Flourip,
All. Welcome to Rome, renowned Coriolanui.
Coriol. No more of this, it does offend my heart: pray
now no more.
Com. Looke, Sir, your Mother..
Coriol. Ohl you haue,I know,petition'd all the Gods
for my profperitie. Kneeles.
Volum. Nay,my good Souldier,vp :
My gentle eMartitu, worthy ff'tu.
And by deed-atchieuing Honor newly nam'd,
What is it {Coriolanui) mull I call thee ?
But oh, thy Wife.
Qorio. My gracious filence,hayle :
Would'll thou haue laugh'd, had I come Coffin'd home,
That weep'll to fee me triumph ? Ah my deare,
Such eyes the Widowes in Carióles were.
And Mothers that lacke Sonnes.
Mene. Now the Gods Crowne thee.
Com. And liue you yet?Oh my fweet Lady,pardon.
Volum. I know not where to turne.
Oh welcome home:and welcome Generali,
And y'are welcome all.
Mene. A hundred thoufand Welcomes:
I could weepe,and I could laugh,
I am light, and heauie ; welcome :
A Curfe begin at very root on's heart.
That is not glad to fee thee.
Yon are three, that Rome Ihould dote on :
Yet by the faith of men, we haue
Some old Crab-trees here at home,
That will not be grafted to your Rallifh.
Yet welcome Warriors:
Wee call a Nettle, but a Nettle ;
And the faults of fooles,but folly.
Com. Euer right.
Cor. Meneniui, euer, euer.
Herauld. Giue way there,and goe on.
Qor. Your Hand, and yours ?
Ere in our owne houfe I doe fhade my Head,
The good Patricians mull be vifited.
From whom I haue receiu'd not onely greetings.
But with them, change of Honors.
Volum. I haue liued,
To fee inherited my very Wilhes,
And the Buildings of my Fancie :
Onely there's one thing wanting.
Which (I doubt not) but our Rome
Will call vpon thee.
Qor. Know, good Mother,
I had rather be their feruant in my way.
Then fway with them in theirs.
Com. On, to the Capitall. Flourip. Crnets.
Exeunt in State, oi before.
Enter
(So?
I o T^he Tragedle of Qoriolanus.
Enter Brutui and Sciciniui.
Bru. All tongues fpeake of him, and the bleared fights
Are fpeitacled to fee him. Your pratling Nurfe
Into a rapture lets her Baby crie,
While file chats him : the Kitchin Malign pinnes
Her richeft Lockram 'bout her reechie necke,
Clambring the Walls to eye him:
Stalls, Bulkes, Windowes, are fmother'd vp,
Leades fill'd, and Ridges hors'd
With variable Complexions;all agreeing
In earneftnefle to fee him: feld-fiiowne Flamins
Doe prefie among the popular Throngs,and puffe
To winne a vulgar ftation : our veyl'd Dames
Commit the Warre of White and Damaske
In their nicely gawded Cheekes,toth'wanton fpoyle
Of Phcehui burning Kiffes : fuch a poother.
As if that whatfoeuer God, who leades him,
Were flyly crept into his humane powers.
And gaue him graceful! pofture.
Scicin. On the fuddaine, I warrant him Confull.
Brutus. Then our Office may, during his power, goe
fieepe.
Scicin. He cannot temp'rately tranfport his Honors,
From where he fhould begin,and end,but will
Lofe thofe he hath wonne.
'Brutus. In that there's comfort.
Scici. Doubt not,
The Commoners, for whom we ftand, but they
Vpon their ancient mallice, will forget
With the leaf! caufe, thefe his new Honors,
Which that he will giue them, make 1 as little quefiion.
As he is prowd to doo't.
'Brutus. I heard him fweare.
Were he to ftand for Confull, neuer would he
Appeare i'th'Market place,nor on him put
The Naples Vefture of Humilitie,
Nor lhewing(as the manner is)his Wounds
Toth'People, begge their ftinking Breaths.
Scicin. 'Tis right.
"Brutus. It was his word :
Oh he would miffe it, rather then carry it.
But by the fuite of the Gentry to him.
And the defire of the Nobles.
Scicin. I wifh no better, then haue him hold that pur-
pofe,and to put it in execution.
"Brutus. 'Tis moft like he will.
Scicin. It fhall be to him then, as our good wills; a
fure deftruilion.
"Brutus. So it muft fall out
To him,or our Authorities, for an end.
We muft fuggeft the People, in what hatred
He ftill hath held them : that to's power he would
Haue made them Mules, filenc'd their Pleaders,
And difpropertied their Freedomes; holding them.
In humane Adtion, and Capacitie,
Of no more Soule,nor fitneffe for the World,
Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand
Onely for bearing Burthens,and fore blowes
For finking vnder them.
Scicin, This (as you fay) fuggefted.
At fome time, when his foaring Infolence
Shall teach the People, which time fhall notwant.
If he be put vpon't,and that's as ealie.
As to fet Dogges on Sheepe, will .be his fire
To kindle their dry Stubble : and their Blaze
Shall darken him for euer.
Enter a Mejfenger.
Brutus. What's the matter ?
Meff. You are fent for to the Capitoll :
'Tis thought, that íMartitu fhall be Confull :
I haue feene the dumbe men throng to fee him.
And the blind to heare him fpeak:Matrons flong Gloues,
Ladies and Maids their Scarft'es,and Handkerchers,
Vpon him as he pafs'd : the Nobles bended
As to fours Statue,and the Commons made
A Shower,and Thunder,with their Caps,and Showts:
I neuer faw the like.
"Brutus. Let's to the Capitoll,
And carry with vs Eares and Eyes forth'time.
But Hearts for the euent.
Scicin. Haue with you. Exeunt.
Enter two Officers, to lay Cuffiions ,as it were,
in the Capitoll.
1. Off. Come,come, they are almoft here : how many
ftand for Confulfhips ?
2. Off. Three, they fay : but 'tis thought of euery one,
Coriolanus will carry it.
i.Off. That's a braue fellow: but bee's vengeance
prowd, and loues not the common people.
"i.Off. 'Faith,there hath beene many great men that
haue flatter'd the people, who ne're loued them; and there
be many that they haue loued,they know not wherefore:
fo that if they loue they know not why, they hate vpon
no better a ground. Therefore, for Coriolanus neyther to
care whether they loue, or hate him, manifefts the true
knowledge he ha's in their difpofition, and out of his No¬
ble carelefneffe lets them plainely fee't.
r.Off. If he did not care whether he had their loue, or
no, hce waued indifferently,'twixt doing them neyther
good, nor harme : but hee feekes their hate with greater
deuotion, then they can render it him; and leaues nothing
vndone, that may fully difcouer him their oppofite. Now
to feeme to affeét the mallice and difpleafure of the Peo¬
ple, isas bad, as that which he diflikes, to flatter them for
their loue.
2. Off. Hee hath deferued worthily of his Countrey,
and his alfent is not by fuch eafie degrees as thofe, who
hauing beene fupple and courteous to the People, Bon-
netted, without any further deed, to haue them at all into
their eftimation,and report : but hee hath fo planted his
Honors in their Eyes, and his aflions in their Hearts, that
for their Tongues to be filent,and not confeffe fo much,
were a kinde of ingratefull Iniurie : to report otherwife,
were a Mallice, that giuing it felfe the Lye, would plucke
reproofe and rebuke from euery Eare that heard it.
t.Off. No more of him, hee's a worthy man: make
way, they are comming.
A Sennet. Enter the Patricians, and the Tribunes of
the People, Lifhrs before them; Coriolanus, Mene-
nius, Cominius the ConJuU Scicinitss and Brutus
take their places by themfclues : Corio¬
lanus flands.
Menen. Hauing determin'd of the Voices,
And to fend for Titus Lartius: it remaines.
As the maine Point of this our after-meeting.
To
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'The 'Tragédie of Qoriolanus. 11
To graci6e his Noble feruice,^hat hath
Thus flood for his Countrey. Therefore pleafe you,
Moft reuerend and graue Elders,to delire
Theprefent Confull, and laft Generali,
In our well-found Succefles, to report
A little of that worthy Worke, perform'd
By e^artiui Cam Corklanui: whom
We met here,both to thanke,and to remember.
With Honors like himfelfe,
•¡.Sen. Speake, good Cominm ;
Leaue nothing out for length, and make vs thinke
Rather our flates defe£liue for requitall.
Then we to flretch it out. Mailers a'th'People,
We doe requefl your kindeft eares: and after
Your louing motion toward the common Body,
To yeeld what pafles here.
&icin. We are conuented vpon a plealing Treatie,and
baue hearts inclinable to honor and aduance the Theame
of our AlTembly.
Brum. Which the rather wee lhall be blefl to doe, if
he remember a kinder value of the People, then he hath
hereto priz'd them at.
Minen. That's oflF, that's off : I would you rather had
been filent : Pleafe you to heare Cominiui fpeake I
"Bruttu. Moft willingly : but yet my Caution was
more pertinent then the rebuke you glue it.
Menen. He loues your People, but tye him not to be
their Bed-fellow : Worthie Cominm fpeake.
Corhlanus rifes ¡and offers to goe array.
Nay, keepe your place.
Senat. Sit Corhlanus : neuer lhame to heare
What you haue Nobly done.
Qoriol. Y our Honors pardon :
I had rather haue my Wounds to heale againe.
Then heare fay how I got them.
'Brutus. Sir, I hope my words dis-bench'd you not ?
Coriol. No Sir: yet oft.
When blowes haue made me flay,I fled from words.
You footh'd not, therefore hurt not : but your People,
I loue them as they weigh—
Menen. Pray now lit downe.
Corh.l had rather haue one fcratch my Head i'th'Sun,
When the Alarum were ftrucke, then idly fit
To heare my Nothings monfter'd. Exit Corhlanus
Menen. Mailers of the People,
Your multiplying Spawne,how can he flatter?
That'sthouland to one good one,when you now fee
He had rather venture all his Limbes for Honor,
Then on ones Eares to heare it. Proceed Cominius.
Com. I lhall lacke voyce : the deeds of Corhlanus
* Should not be vtter'd feebly : it is held,
That Valour is the chiefell Vertue,
And moll dignifies the hauer : if it be.
The man I fpeake of, cannot in the World
Be fingly counter-poys'd. At lixteene yeeres.
When Tar juin made a Head for Rome, he fought
Beyond the marke of others : our then Diilator,
Whom with all prayfe I point at, faw him fight.
When with his Amazonian Shinne hedroue
The brizled Lippes before him : he bellrid
An o're-preft Roman,and i'th'ConfuU view
Slew three Oppofers : Tarquins felfe he met.
And ftrucke him on his Knee : in that dayes feates.
When he might a£l the Woman in the Scene,
He prou'd beft man i'th'field, and for his meed
Was Brow-bound with the Oake. His Pupill age
Man-entred thus,he waxed like a Sea,
And in the brunt of feuenteene Battailes fince,
He lurcht all Swords of the Garland: for this laft.
Before, and in Corioles, let me fay
I cannot fpeake him home : he llopt the flyers.
And by his rare example made the Coward
Turne terror into fport : as Weeds before
A Veflell vnder fayle,fo men obey'd.
And fell below his Stem ; his Sword, Deaths ftampe,
Where it did marke, it tooke from face to foot :
He was a thing of Blood, whofe euery motion
Was tim'd with dying Cryes : alone he entred
The mortall Gate of th'Citie, which he painted
With Ihunlefle deftinie : aydelefle came off.
And with a fudden re-inforcement ftrucke
Carióles like a Planet : now all's his,
When by and by the dinne of Warre gan pierce
His readie fence : then ftraight his doubled fpirit
Requickned what in flelh was fatigate.
And to the Battaile came he, where he did
Runne reeking o're the liuesof men,asif'twere
A perpetuall fpoyle : and till we call'd
Both Field and Citieours, he neuer flood
To eafe his Breft with panting,
Menen. Worthy man.
Senat. He cannot but with meafure fit the Honors
which we deuife him.
Com. Our fpoyles he kickt at.
And look'd vpon things precious, as they were
The common Muck of the World : he couets lefle
Then Miferie it felfe would giue, rewards his deeds
With doing them, and is content
To fpend the time, to end it.
Menen. Hee's right Noble, let him be call'd for.
Senat. Call (forhlantu.
Off. He doth appeare.
Enter Corhlanus.
Menen. The Senate, ConWrrnai, are well pleas'd to make
thee Confull.
Corh. I doe owe them ftill my Life,and Seruices.
Menen. It then semaines, that you doe fpeake to the
People.
Corh. I doe befeech you.
Let me o're-leape that cuftome : for I cannot
Put on the Gowne, ftand naked, and entreat them
For my Wounds fake, to giue their fufferage:
Pleafe you that I may pafle this doing.
Scicin. Sir, the People mud haue their Voyces,
Neyther will they bate one lot of Cérémonie.
Menen. Put them not too't :
Pray you goe fit you to the Cuftome,
And take to you,as your PredeceflTors haue.
Your Honor with your forme.
Corh. It is a part that I lhall blulh in ailing.
And might well be taken from the People.
Brutus. Marke you that.
Corh. To brag vnto them, thus I did, and thus
Shew them th'vnaking Skarres, which I Ihould hide.
As if 1 had receiu'd them for the hyre
Of their breath onely.
Menen. Doe not ftand vpon't :
We recommend to you Tribunes of the People
Our purpofe to them,and to our Noble Confull
Wilh we all Ioy,and Honor.
Senat. To
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Staat. To Coriolanui come all ioy and Honor.
Fkuriß} Cor act s.
Then Exeunt. CMaatt Sicinim and Brutus.
'Bru. You fee how he intends to vfe the people.
&;'c;'«.May they perceiue's intent: he wil require them
As if he did contemne what he requefted,
Should be in them to giue.
'Bru, Come, wee'l informe them
Of our proceedings heere on th'Market place,
I know they do attend ys.
Enter Jeuen or eight Citizens.
i.Cit. Once if he do require our voyces, wee ought
not to deny him.
z.Cit. We may Sir if we will.
3.Ch. We haue power in our felues to do it, but it is
a power that we haue no power to do : For,ifhee (hew ys
his wounds, and tell ys his deeds,'we are to put our ton¬
gues into thofe wounds, and fpeake for them : So if he tel
ys his Noble deeds, we mull alfo tell him our Noble ac¬
ceptance of them. Ingratitude is monftrous, and for the
multitude to be ingratefull, were to make a Monfter of
the multitude; of the which, we beinglmembers, Ihould
bring our felues to be monftrous members.
I.Cit. And to make ys no better thought of a little
helpe will ferue : for once we ftood yp about the Corne,
he himfelfe ftucke not to call ys the many-headed Multi¬
tude.
haue beene call'd fo of many, not that our
heads are fome browne, fome blacke, fome Abram,fome
bald; but that our wits are fo diuerlly Coulord; and true-
ly I thinke, if all our wittes were to ilTue out of one Scull,
they would flye Eaft,Weft,North,South, and their con-
fent of one direft way, ihould be at once to all the points
a'th CompaiTe.
z.C't, Thinke you fo? Which way do you iudge my
wit would flye.
■¡.Cit. Nay your tvit will not fo foone out as another
mans will, 'tis ftrongly wadg'd yp in a blocke-head : but
if it were at liberty, 'twould fure Southward,
z Cit. Why that way ?
3 Cit. To loofe it felfe in a Fogge, where being three
parts melted away with rotten Dewes, the fourth would
returne for Confcience fake, to helpe to get thee a Wife.
aCrV. You are neuer without your trickes, you may,
you may.
3 Cit. Are you all refolu'd to giue your yoyces ? But
that's no matter, the greater part carries it, I fay. If hee
would incline to the people, there was neuer a worthier
man.
Enter Coriolanus in a gowne of Humility, n>ith
Meneniui.
Heere he comes, and in the Gowne of humility, marke
his behauiour : we are not to ftay altogether,but to come
by him where he (lands, by ones, by twoes, & by threes.
He's to make his requefts by particulars, wherein euerie
one of vs ha's a (ingle Honor, in giuing him our own voi¬
ces with our owne tongues,therefore follow me, and He
direil you how you (hall go by him.
AH. Content,content.
Men. Oh Sir,you are not right:haue you not knowne
The worthieft men haue done't ?
Corio. What muft I fay, I pray Sir?
Plague ypon't, I cannot bring
My tougne to fuch a pace. Looke Sir, my wounds,
I got them in my Countries Seruice, when
Some certaine of your Brethren roar'd, and ranne
From th'noife of our owne Drummes.
Menen. Oh me the Gods, you muft not fpeak of that.
You muft defire them to thinke ypon you.
Coriol. Thinke ypon me? Hang 'em,
I would they would forget me, like the Vertues
Which our Diuines lofe by em.
Men. You'l marre all.
He leaue you : Pray you fpeake to em, I pray you
In wholfome manner. Exit
Snter three of the Citizens.
Corio. Bid them wa(h their Faces,
And keepe their teeth cleane : So, heere comes a brace.
You know the caufe (Sir) of my (landing heere.
¡CH. We do Sir, tell vs what hath brought you too't.
Corio. Mine owne defert.
2 Cit. Your owne defert.
Corio. I, hut mine owne defire.
3 Cit. How not your owne defire ?
Corio. No Sir,'twas neuer my defire yet to trouble the
poore with begging.
3 Cit. You muft thinke if we giue you any thing, we
hope to gaine by you.
Corio. Well then I pray, your price a'th'Confullhip.
1 Cit. The price is, to aske it kindly.
Corio. Kindly fir, I pray let me ha't : I haue wounds to
(hew you, which (hall bee yours in priuate : your good
voice Sir, what fay you ?
2 Cit. You (hall ha't worthy Sir.
Qorio. A match Sir, there's in all two worthie yoyces
begg'd : I haue your Almes, Adieu.
3 Cit. But this is fomething odde.
2 Cit. And'twere to giue agalne : but 'tis no matter.
Exeunt. Enter two other Citizens.
Coriol. Pray you now, if it may (land with the tune
of your voices, that I may bee Confull, I haue heere the
Cuftomarie Gowne.
I. You haue deferued Nobly of your Countrey, and
you haue not deferued Nobly.
Coriol. Youra^nigma.
1. You haue bin a fcourge to her enemies, you haue
bin a Rod to her Friends, you haue not indeede loued the
Common people.
Coriol .Yon (hould account mee the more Vertuous,
that I haue not bin common in my Loue, I will fir flatter
my fworne Brother the people to earne a deerer eftima-
tion of them,'tis a condition they account gentle: &fince
the wifedome of their choice, is rather to haue my Hat,
then my Heart, I will praélice the infinuating nod,and be
o(F to them mod counterfetly, that is fir, I will counter-
fet the bewitchment of fome popular man, and giue it
bountifull to the defirers : Therefore befeech you, I may
be Confull."
2. Wee hope to finde you our friend : and therefore
giue you our voices heartily.
I. You haue receyued many wounds for your Coun-
trey.
Coriol. I wil not Seale your knowledge with (hewng
them. I will make much of your yoyces, and fo trouble
you no farther.
Both. The Gods giue you ioy Sir heartily.
Coriol. Mod fweet Voyces :
Better it is to dye, better to (lerne.
Then craue the higher, which firft we do deferue.
Why in this Wooluifti tongue (hould I (land heere,
T0 begge of Hob and Dicke, that does appeere
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Their needlefle Vouches: Cuftome calls me too't.
What Cuftome wills in all things, Ihould we doo't ?
The Duft on antique Time would lye vnfwept,
And mountainous Error be too highly heapt,
For Truth to o're-peere. Rather then foole it fo,
Let the high Office and the Honor go
To one that would doe thus. I am hälfe through,
The one part fuffered, the other will I doe.
. Enter three Citixens more.
Here come moe Voyces.
Your Voyces.' for your Voyces I haue fought,
Watcht for your Voyces: for your Voyces, beare
Of Wounds, two dozen odde: Battailes thrice fix
I haue feene, and heard of: for your Voyces,
Haue done many things, fome lefte,fome more :
Your Voyces í Indeed 1 would be Confull.
i.Ot. Hee ha's done Nobly, and cannot goe without
any honeft mans Voyce.
i.Gt, Therefore let him be Corrfull : the Gods giue
him ioy,and make him good friend to the People,
.d//. Amen, Amen. God faue thee, Noble Confull.
Coric, Worthy Voyces.
Enter Menenitu, with 'Brutui and Sciciniui.
Mme. You haue ftood your Limitation :
And the Tribunes endue you with the Peoples Voyce,
Remaines,that in th'Officiall Markes inuefted,
You anon doe meet the Senate.
Curio. Is this done ?
&«';». The Cuftome ofRequeft you haue difcharg'd:
The People doe admit you, and are fummon'd
To meet anon,vpon your approbation.
Corio. Where ? at the Senate-houfe.'
&iein. There, Coriolanus,
Corio. May I change thefe Garments ?
Ssicin. You may. Sir.
Cerj.That He ftraight do: and knowing my felfe again,
Repayre toth'Senate-houfe.
Mene. He keepe you company. Will you along.'
'Brut. We ftay here for the People.
Seicin. Fare you well. Exeunt Coriol. and Mme.
He ha's it now : and by his Lookes,me thinkes,
Tis warme at's heart.
Brut. With a prowd heart he wore his humble Weeds :
Will you difmifte the People ?
Enter the Plebeians.
&irt.How now, my Mafters, haue you chofe this man.'
l.Cit, He ha's our VoyceSjSir.
Brut. We pray the Gods, he may deferue your loues.
i.Cit. Amen,Sir:to my poore vnworthy notice,
He mock'd vs,when he begg'd our Voyces.
3.Ci'r.Certainely,he flowted vs downe-rlght.
i.C/i.No,'tis his kind of fpeech,he did not mock vs.
z.Gr. Not one amongft vs,raue your felfe, but fayes
He vs'd vs fcornefully : he ftiould haue ftiew'd vs
His Marks of Merit, Wounds receiu'd for's Countrey.
Scicin. Why fo he did, I am fure.
jlll. No,no:no manfaw'em.
3.C/r. Hee faid hee had Wounds,
Which he could ftiew in priuate :
And with his Hat, thus wauing it in fcorne,
I would be Confull, fayes he : aged Cuftome,
But by your Voyces, will not fo permit me.
Your Voyces therefore: when we graunted that.
Here was, I thanke you for your Voyces, thanke you
Your moft fweet Voyces:now you haue left your Voyces,
I haue no further with you. Was not this mockerie ?
Scicin. Why eyther were you ignorant to fee't?
Or feeing it, of fuch Childilh friendlinelfe.
To yeeld your Voyces ?
'Brut. Could you not haue told him,
As you were leffon'd : When he had no Power,
But was a pettie feruant to the State,
He was your Enemie, euer fpake againft
Your Liberties, and the Charters that you beare
I'th'Body of the Weale : and now arriuing
A place of Potencie, and fway o'th' State,
If he fhould ftill malignantly remaine
Faft Foe toth'P/ebeij, your Voyces might
Be Curies to your felues. You ihould haue faid.
That as his worthy deeds did clayme no lefle
Then what he ftood for: fo his gracious nature
Would thinke vpon you, for your Voyces,
And tranilate his Mallice towards you, into Loue,
Standing your friendly Lord.
Scicin. Thus to haue faid»
As you were fore-aduis'd, had toucht his Spirit,
And try'd his Inclination: from him pluckt
Eyther his gracious Promife, which you might
As caufe had call'd you vp, haue held him to ;
Or elfe it would haue gall'd hisfurly nature.
Which eafily endures not Article,
Tying him to ought, fo putting him to Rage,
You ihould haue ta'ne th'aduantageof his Choller,
And pafs'd him vneleiled.
Brut. Did you perceiue,
He did follicite you in free Contempt,
When he did need your Loues: and doe you thinke,
That his Contempt lhall not be brufing to you.
When he hath power to cruíhí Why,had yourBodyes
No Heart among you ? Or had you Tongues, to cry
Againft the Reilorfliip of ludgement?
Scicin. Haue you, ere now, deny'd the asker :
And nowagaine,of him that did not aske, but mock,
Beftow your fu'd-for Tongues ?
3.C;V.Hee's not confirm'd, we may deny him yet.
z.Cit. And will deny him :
He haue fiue hundred Voyces of that found.
l.Gf.I twice fiue hundred,& their friends,to piece 'em.
'Brut.Get you hence inftantly,and tell thofe friends,
They haue chofe a Confull, that will from them take
Their Liberties, make them of no more Voyce
Then Dogges, that are as often beat for barking.
As therefore kept to doe fo.
Scici.Let them aflemble:and on a fafer ludgement.
All reuoke your ignorant eleéiion: Enforce his Pride,
And his old Hate vnto you: befides,forget not
With what Contempt he wore the humble Weed,
How in his Suit he fcorn'd you: but your Loues,
Thinking vpon his Seruices,tooke from you
Th'apprehenfion of his prefent portance.
Which moft gibingly,vngrauely,he did falhipn
After the inueterate Hate he beares you.
Brut. Lay a fault on vs,your Tribunes,
Thaf we labour'd ( no impediment betweene)
But that you muft caft your Eleflion on him.
Scici.Say you chofe him, more after our commandment.
Then as guided by your owne true afteitions,and that
Your Minds pre-occupy'd with what you rather muft do.
Then what you Ihould, made you againft the graine
To Voyce him Confull. Lay the fault on vs.
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14 The Tragédie of Coriolanus.
Brut. I, fpare vs not : Say, we read Leftures to you,
How youngly he began to ferue his Countrey,
How long continued, and what ftocic he fprings of,
The Noble Houfe,o'th'cíWaríiaw ; from whence came
That Ancui Martini, Numaes Daughters Sonne:
Who after great HoßUiui here was King,
Of the fame Houfe iuhltus and Quintui were,
That our beft Water, brought by Conduits hither.
And Nobly nam'd, fo twice being Cenfor,
Was his great Anceftor.
Scicin. One thus defcended.
That hath befide well in his perfon wrought.
To be fet high in place, we did commend
To your remembrances : but you haue found,
Skaling his prefent bearing with his paft.
That hee's your fixed enemie ; and reuoke
Your fuddaine approbation.
Brut. Say you ne're had don't,
(Harpe on that ftill) but by our putting on:
And prefently,when you haue drawne your number.
Repaire toth' Capitoll,
All. We will lo : almoft all repent in their eledlion.
Exeunt Tlebeians,
'Brut. Let them goe on :
This Mutinie were better put in hazard.
Then ftay paft doubt, for greater :
If, as his nature is, he fall in rage
With their refufall, both obferue and anfwer
The vantage of his anger.
Scicin. Toth'Capitoll, come :
We will be there before the ftreame o'th'People :
And this lhall feeme, as partly 'tis, their owne.
Which we haue goaded on-ward. Exeunt,
ABus Tertius.
Cornets. Enter Coriolanus, Meneniits, all the Gentry,
Cominius, Titus Latius, and other Senators.
Corio. Tullía Außditu then had made new head.
Latius. He had, my Lord, and that it was which caus'd
Our fwifter Compofition.
Corio. So then the Voices ftand but as at firft,
Readie when time ihall prompt them, to make roade
Vpon's againe.
Com. They are worne ( Lord Confull) fo.
That we lhall hardly in our ages fee
Their Banners waue againe.
Corio. Saw you Außdius.'
Latius. On fafegard he came to me,and did curfe
Againft the Voices, for they had fo vildly
Yeelded the Towne : he is retyred to Antium.
Corio. Spoke he of me ?
Latius. He did,my Lord.
Corio. How what ?
Latius. How often he had met you Sword to Sword :
That of all things vpon the Earth, he hated
Your perfon raoft : That he would pawne his fortunes
To hopelefle reftitution, fo he might
Be call'd your Vanquilher.
Corio. At Antium liues he ?
Latius. At Antium,
Corio. I wilh I had a caufe to feeke him there.
To oppofe his hatred fully. Welcome home.
Enter Scicinius and Brutus.
Behold,thefe are theTribunes of the People,
The Tongues o'th' Common Mouth. 1 do defpife them :
For they doe pranke them in Authoritie,
Againft all Noble fufferance.
Scicin. PalTe no further.
Cor. Hah ? what is that ?
Brut. It will be dangerous to goe on—No further.
Corio, What makes this change /
Mene. The matter ?
Com. Hath he not pafs'd the Noble, and the Common?
Brut. Cominius,no.
Corio. Haue I had Childrens Voyces?
&vdr.Tribunes giue way, he lhall toth'Market place.
Brut, The People are incens'd againft him.
Scicin. Stop,or all will fall in broyle.
Corio. Are thefe your Heard ?
Mull thefe haue Voyces, that can yeeld them now.
And ftraight difclaim their toungs?what are your Offices?
You being their Mouthes,why rule you not their Teeth?
Haue you not fet them on ?
Mene. Be calme, be calme.
Corio. It is a purpos'd thing,and growes by Plot,
To curbe the will of the Nobilitie :
Suffer't,and Hue with fuch as cannot rule.
Nor euer will be ruled.
Brut. Call't not a Plot :
The People cry you mockt them : and of late.
When Corne was giuen them gratis, you repin'd,
Scandal'd the Suppliants : for the People, call'd them
Time-pleafers, flatterers, foes to NoblenelTe,
Corio, Why this was knowne before.
Brut. Not to them all.
Corio. Haue you inform'd them fithence ?
'Brut. How? I informe them ?
Com. You are like to doe fuch bulinelTe.
'Brut. Not vnlike each way to better yours.
Corio. Why then Ihould I be Confull ? by yond Clouds
Let me deferue fo ill as you,and make me
Your fellow Tribune.
Scicin. You (hew too much of that.
For which the People ftirre : if you will paffe
To where you are bound, you muft enquire your way.
Which you are out of, with a gentler fpirit,
Or neuer be fo Noble as a Confull,
Nor yoake with him for Tribune.
Mene. Let's be calme.
Com. The People are abus'd : fet on,this paltring
Becomes not Rome : nor ha's Qoriolanus
Deferu'd this fo dilhonor'd Rub, layd falfely
I'th' plaine Way of his Merit.
Corio. Tell me of Corne : this was my fpeech.
And I will fpeak't againe.
Mene. Not now, not now.
Senat. Not in this heat,Sir,now.
Corio. Now as I liue, I will.
My Nobler friends, I craue their pardons :
For the mutable ranke-fented Meynie,
Let them regard me, as I doe not flatter.
And therein behold themfelues : I fay againe.
In foothing them, we nouriffi 'gainft our Senate
The Cockle of Rebellion,Infolence,Sedition,
Which we our felues haue plowed for, fow'd,& fcatter'd.
By mingling them with vs, the honor'd Number,
Who lack not Vertue, no, nor Power, but that
Which they haue giuen to Beggers.
Mene. Well, no more.
Senat. No more words, we befeech you.
Corio. How ? no more i
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As for my Country, I haue íhed my blood,
Not fearing outward force : So lhall my Lungs
Coine words till their decay,againft thofe Meazels
Which we difdaine Ihould Tetter vs, yet fought
The very way to catch them.
Bru. Vou fpeake a'th'people,as if you were a God,
To punilh; Not a man,of their Infirmity.
Sicin. 'Twere well we let the people know't.
M£«e. What, what.' His Choller?
Cjr.Choller.' Were I as patient as the midnight lleep.
By loue, 'twould be my minde.
Sein. It is a minde that lhall remain a poifon
Where it is : not poyfon any further.
Cork. Shall remaine.'
Heare you this Triton of the MinnouesMarke you
His abfolute Shall ?
Com. 'Twas from the Cannon.
Cor, Shall.' O God ! but moft vnwife Patriclans;why
You graue, but wreaklefle Senators, haue you thus
Giuen Hidra heere to choofe an Officer,
That with bis peremptory Shall, being but
The home, and noife o'th'Monfters, wants not fpirit
To fay, hee'l turne your Current in a ditch.
And make your Channell his.' If he haue power,
Then vale your Ignorance : If none, awake
Your dangerous Lenity : If you are Learn'd,
Be not as common Fooles ; if you are not.
Let them haue Culhions by you. You are Plebeians,
If they be Senators : and they are no lelTe,
When both your voices blended, the great'ft tafte
Moft pallates theirs. They choofe their Magiftrate,
And fuch a one as he, who puts his Shall,
His popular Shall, againft a grauer Bench
Then euer frown'd in Greece. By loue himfelfe.
It makes the Confuís bafe ; and my Soule akes
To know, when two Authorities are vp.
Neither Supreame ; How foone Confufion
May enter 'twixt the gap of Both, and take
The one by th'other.
Com. Well, on to'th'Market place.
Cork. Who euer gaue that Counfell,to giue forth
The Corne a'th'Store-houfe gratis, as'twas vs'd
Sometime in Greece.
Mene, Well, well, no more of that.
Cbr.Thogh there the people had more abfolute powre
I fay they norilht difobedience: fed, the ruin of the State.
Bru. Why lhall the people giue
One that fpeakes thus, their voyce?
Cork. He giue my Reafons,
More worthier then their Voyces. They know the Corne
Was not our recompence, refting well alTur'd
They ne're did feruice for't ; being preft to'th'Warre,
Euen when the Nauell of the State was touch'd.
They would not thred the Gates; This kinde of Seruice
Did not deferue Corne gratis. Being i'th'Warre,
There Mutinies and Reuolts, wherein they Ihew'd
Moft Valour, fpokenotfor them. Th'Accufation
Which they haue often made againft the Senate,
All caufe vnborne, could neuer be the Natiue
Of our fo franke Donation. Well, what then?
How lhall this Bofome-multiplied, digeft
The Senates Courtefie.' Let deeds exprelTe
What's like to be their words. We did requeft it.
We are the greater pole, and in true fcare
They gaue vs our demands. Thus we debafe
The Nature of our Seats, and make the Rabble
Call our Cares, Feares ; which will in time
Breake ope the Lockes a'th'Senate, and bring in
The Crowes to pecke the Eagles.
Mene. Come enough.
Bru. Enough, with ouer meafure.
Cork. No, take more.
What may be fworne by, both Diuine and Humane,
Seale what I end withall. This double worlhip.
Whereon part do's difdaine with caufe, the other
Infult without all reafon : where Gentry, Title, wifedom
Cannot conclude, but by the yea and no
Of generali Ignorance, it muft omit
Reall Neceffities, and giue way the while
To vnftable SlightnelTe. Purpofe fo barr'd, it followes.
Nothing isidone to purpofe. Therefore befeech you.
You that will be lelTe fearefull, then difcreet.
That loue the Fundamentall part of State
More then you doubt the change on't : That preferre
A Noble life, before a Long, and Wilh,
To iumpe a Body with a dangerous Phyficke,
That's fure of death without it : at once plucke out
The Multitudinous Tongue, let them not licke
The fweet which is their poyfon. Your dilhonor
Mangles true judgement, and bereaues the State
Of that Integrity which Ihould becom't:
Not hauing the power to do the good it would
For th'ill which doth controul't.
Sru. Has laid enough.
Sicin. Ha's fpoken like a Traitor,and lhall anfwer
As Traitors do.
Cork. Thou wretch, defpight ore-whelme thee :
What Ihould the people do with thefe bald Tribunes?
On whom depending, their obedience failes
To'th'greater Bench, in a Rebellion:
When what's not meet, but what muft be, was Law,
Then were they chofen : in a better houre.
Let what is meet, be faide it muft be meet.
And throw their power i'tb'duft.
Bru. Manifeft Treafon.
Sicin. This a Confull ? No.
Enter an o/EJile.
Bru. The Ediles hoe ; Let him be apprehended ;
Sicin. Go call the people, in whofe name my Seife
Attach thee as a Traitorous Innouator :
A Foe to'th'publike Weale. Obey I charge thee.
And follow to thine anfwer.
Cork. Hence old Goat.
All. Wee'l Surety him.
Com. Ag'd fir, hands off.
Cork. Hence rotten thing, or I lhall fhake thy bones
Out of thy Garments.
Sicin, Helpe ye Citizens.
Enter a rabble of Plebeians with the eAAiles.
Mene. On both fides more refpeit.
Sicin. Heere's hee, that would take from you all your
power.
Bru. Seize him e/fif/V«.!
All. Downe with bim.downe with him.
Í Sn. Weapons, weapons, weapons :
They all bußle about CoriolaniU.
Tribunes, Patricians, Citizens : what ho :
Siciniao, Brutui, Coriolanus, Citizens.
All. Peace, peace, peace, ftay,hold, peace.
Mene. What is about to be.-'I am out of Breath,
Confufions neere,I cannot fpeake. Vou, Tribunes
To'th'people : CertWanus, patience : Speak good Siciniui.
B b a Sicin.
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16 The Tragédie of Cortolanus.
Scici. Heare me. People peace.
All. Let's here our Tribune : peace, fpeake, fpeake,
fpeake.
Seid. You are at point to lofe your Liberties :
Martiut would haue all from you ; Martiue,
Whom late you haue nam'dfor Confull.
Mene. Fie, fie, fie, this is the way to kindle, not to
quench.
Sena. To vnbuild the Citie,and to lay all flat.
Seid. What is the Cit'e,but the People.'
Alt. True,the People are the Citie.
'Brut. By the confent of all, we were eftablifh'd the
Peoples Magiftrates.
All. You fo remaine.
Mene. And fo are like to doe.
Com. That is the way to lay the Citie flat,
To bring the Roofe to the Foundation,
And burie all, which yet diftinifly raunges
In heapes, and piles of Ruine.
Seid. This deferues Death.
'Brut, Or let vs ftand to our Authoritie,
Or let vs lofe it : we doe here pronounce,
Vpon the part o'th'People, in whofe power
We were elefled theirs,ilíarri«í is worthy
Ofprefent Death.
Seiei. Therefore lay hold of him :
Beare him toth' Rock Tarpeian, and from thence
Into deftruftion caft him.
"Brut. .¿Ediles feize him.
All Pie. Yeeld Martitu, yeeld.
Mene. Heare me one word, 'befeech you Tribunes,
heare me but a word.
e/£diles. Peace, peace.
Mene. Be that you feeme, truly your Countries friend.
And temp'rately proceed to what you would
Thus violently redrelTe.
Brut. Sir.thofe cold wayes.
That feeme like prudent helpes, are very poyibnous.
Where the Difeafe is violent. Lay hands vpon him,
And beare him to the Rock. Corio. drawes hü Strord.
Corto. No, He die here :
There's fome among you haue beheld me fighting.
Come trie vpon your felues, what you haue feene me.
Mene. Downe with that Sword, Tribunes withdraw
a while.
'Brut. Lay hands vpon him.
Mene. Helpe Martiue,helps : you that be noble, helpe
him young and old.
All. Downe with him,downe with him. Exeunt.
In thü Mutinie,the Tribunes, the e/£diles, and the
People are heat in.
Mene. Goe, get you to our Houfe: be gone, away.
All will be naught elfe.
a. Sena. Get you gone.
Com. Stand fafl, we haue as many friends as enemies.
Mene. Shall it be put to that.'
Sena. The Gods forbid :
I prythee noble friend, home to thy Houfe,
Leaue vs to cure this Caufe.
Mene. For 'tis a Sore vpon vs.
You cannot Tent your felfe : be gone,'befeech you.
Corio. Come Sir, along with vs.
Mene. I would they were Barbarians,as they are.
Though in Rome litter'd; not Romans, as they are not.
Though calued i'th'Porch o'th' Capitoll !
Be gone, put not your worthy Rage into your Tongue,
One time will owe another.
Corio. On faire ground,! could beat fortie df them.
Mene. I could my felfe take vp a Brace o'th' heft of
them, yea, the two Tribunes.
Com. But now 'tis oddes beyond Arithmetick,
And Manhood is call'd Foolerie, when it ftands
Againfl a falling Fabrick. Will you hence.
Before the Tagge returne ? whofe Rage doth rend
Like interrupted Waters,and o're-beare
What they are vs'd to beare.
Mene. Pray you be gone :
lie trie whether myoid Wit be in requeft ,
With thofe that haue but little: this muft be patcht
With Cloth of any Colour.
Com. Nay, come away. Exeunt Coriolantu and
Cominiui.
Patrl. This man ha's marr'd his fortune.
Mene. His nature is too noble for the World :
He would not flatter Neptune for his Trident,
Or Ioue,{ox\ power to Thunder: his Heart's his Mouth :
What his Breft forges, that his Tongue rouft vent, '
And being angry, does forget that euer
He heard the Name of Death. tA Noife within.
Here's goodly worke.
Patri. I would they were a bed.
Mene. I would they were in Tyber.
What the vengeance, could he not fpeake 'em faire ?
Enter 'Brutui and Sidnius with the rabble againe.
Siein. Where is this Viper,
That would depopulate the city,& be euery man himfelf
Mene. You worthy Tribunes.
Sidn. He fliall be throwne downe the Tarpeian rock
With rigorous hands : he hath refilled Law,
And therefore Law lhall fcorne him further "Triall
Then the feuetity of the publike Power,
Which he fofets at naught.
1 Cit. He lhall well know the Noble Tribunes are
The peoples mouths,and we their hands.
All. He fliall fure ont.
Mene. Sir, fir. Sidn. Peace.
sMe. Do not cry hauocke, where you Ihold but hunt
With modeft warrant.
Siein. Sir, how com'ft that you haue holpe
To make this refcue ?
Mene. Heere me fpeake? As I do know
The Confuís worthinefle, fo can I name his Faults.
Sidn. Confull? what Confull ?
Mene, The Confull Cortolanus.
Bru. He Confull.
All. No, no, no, no, no.
Mene. if by the Tribunes leaue.
And yours good people,
I may be beard, I would craue a word or two,
The which lhall turne you to no further harme.
Then fo much lolTe of time.
Sie. Speake breefely then.
For we are peremptory to difpatch
This Viporous Traitor : to eiefb him hence
Were but one danger,and to keepe him beere
Our certaine death: therefore it i s decreed.
He dyes to night.
Menen. Now the good Gods forbid.
That our renowned Rome, whofe gratitude
Towards her deferued Children, is enroH'd
In loues owne Booke,like an vnnaturall Dam
Should now eate vp her owne.
Siein.
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Sictn. He's a Difeafe that muft be cut away.
tOUene. Oh he's a Limbe, that ha's but a Difeafe
Mortal!, to cut it off : to cure it, eafie.
What ha's he done to Rome, that's worthy death ?
Killing our Enemies, the blood he hath loft
(Which I dare vouch,is more then that he hath
By many an OunceJ he dropp'd it for his Country:
And what is left, to loofe it by his Countrey,
Were to vs all that doo't, and fuffer it
A brand to th'end a'th World.
&/n. This is cleane kamme.
Brut. Meerely awry :
When he did loue his Country,- it honour'd him.
Meren. The feruice of the foote
Being once gangren'd, is not then refpeöed
For what before it was.
Bru, Wee'l heare no more !
Purfue him to his houfe,and plucke him thence,
Leaft his infeâion being of catching nature,
Spred further.
Mtnen. One word more, one word :
This Tiger-footed-rage, when it (hall find
The harme of vnskan'd fwiftnefle, will (too late)
Tye Leaden pounds too's heeles. Proceed by Proceffe,
Leaft parties (as he is belou'd) breake out.
And facke great Rome with Romanes.
Brut. Ifitwerefof
Sern. What do ye talke ?
Haue we not had a tafte of his Obedience ?
Our Ediles fmot : our felues refilled ; come.
Mene. Confider this : He ha's bin bred i'th'Warres
Since a could draw a Sword, and is ill-fchool'd
In boulted Language : Meale and Bran together
He throwes without diftinflion. Giue me leaue.
He go to him, and vndertake to bring him in peace.
Where he lhall anfwer by a lawful! Forme
(In peace) to his vtmoft peril!.
t.Sen. Noble Tribunes,
It is the humane way : the other courfe
Will proue to bloody : and the end of it,
Vnknowne to the Beginning.
5;f.Noble Menen\ui,\>t you then as the peoples officer:
Mailers, lay downe your Weapons.
'Bru. Go not home.
Sc. Meet on the Market place:wee'l attend you there:
Where if you bring not Afarr/ai, wee'l proceede
In our firli way.
Mtnen. He bring him to you.
Let me defire your company : he mull come.
Or what is worft will follow.
Sna. Pray you let's to him. Exeunt Omnes.
Enter Qoriolanus with Nobles.
Cork. Let them pull all about mine eares, prefent me
Death on the Wheele, or at wilde Horfes heeles,
Or pile ten hilles on the Tarpeian Rocke,
That the precipitation might downe llretch
Below the beame of fight; yet will I Hill
Be thus to them.
Enter Volumnia.
Noble. You do the Nobler.
Cork. I mufe my Mother
Do's not approue me further, who was wont
To call them Wollen Valfailes, things created
To buy and fell with Groats, to Ihew bare heads
In Congregations, to yawne, be Hill,and wonder.
When one but of my ordinance Hood vp
To fpeake of Peace, or Warre. I talke of you.
Why did you wilh me milder? Would you haue me
Falfe to my Nature ? Rather fay, I play
The man I am.
Holum. Oh fir, fir, fir,
I would haue had you put your power well on
Before you had worne it out.
Cork. Let go.
Vol. You might haue becne enough the man you are.
With llriuing lelTe to be fo : Lefier had bin
The things of your difpofitions, if
You had not Ihew'd them how ye were difpos'd
Ere they lack'd power to crolTe you.
Cork. Let them hang.i
Volum. I, and burne too.
Enter Menenitu with the Senators.
Men. Come, come, you haue bin too rough, fomthing
too rough : you mull returne,and mend it.
Sen. There's no remedy,
Vnlelfe by not fo doing, our good Citie
Cleaue in the midd'll,and perilh.
Volum. Pray be counfail'd ;
I haue a heart as little apt as yours.
But yet a braine, that leades my vfe bf Anger
To better vantage.
Mene. Well faid,Noble woman :
Before he fhould thus ftoope to*th'heart, but that
The violent fit a'th'time cranes it as Phyficke
For the whole Statej I would put mine Armour on,
Which I can fcarfely beare.
Cor'io. What muft I do ?
Mene. Returne to th*Tribunes.
Corio. Well, what then?what then?
Mene. Repent, what you haue fpoke.
Corio. For them, I cannot do it to the Gods,
Mufi I then doo't to them ?
Volunt, You are too abfolute.
Though therein you can neuer be too Noble,
But when extremities fpeake. 1 haue heard you fay,
Honor and Policy, like vnfeuer'd Friends,
Pth'Warre do grow together : Grant that,and tell me
In Peace, what each of them by th'other loofe,
That they combine not there ?
Corio. Tu/hjtuih.
aMene. A good demand.
Dohm. If it be Honor in your Warres,to feeme
The fame you are not, which for your beft ends
You adopt your policy : How is it lefle or worfe
That it lhall hold Companionlhip in Peace
With Honour, as in Warre j fince that to both
It fiands in like requefi.
Corio. Why force you this f
Dohm, Becaufe, that
Now it lyes you on to fpeake to th'people:
Not by your owne inftruflion, nor by'th'matter
Which your heart prompts you,but with fuch words
That are but roated in your Tongue;
Though but Bafiards,and Syllables
Of no allowance, to your bofomes truth.
Now, this no more dilhonors you at all.
Then to take in a Towne with gentle words,
Which elfe would put you to your fortune,and
The hazard of much blood.
I would dilTemble with my Nature, where
My Fortunes and my Friends at ftake, required
I Ihould do fo in Honor* I am in this
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18 The Tragédie of Qoriolanus.
Your Wife,your Sonne: Thefe Senators,the Nobles,
And you, will rather (hew our generali Lowts,
How you can frowne,then fpend a fawne vpon 'em.
For the inheritance of their loues, and fafegard
Of what that want might ruine.
•OKenen. Noble Lady,
Come goe with vs, fpealce faire : you may falue fo.
Not what is dangerous prefent,but the lofle
Of what is paft.
Dohm. I pry thee now, my Sonne,
Goe to them, with this Bonnet in thy hand.
And thus farre hauing ftretcht it (here be with them)
Thy Knee buffing the ftones: for in fuch bufineffe
Aflion is eloquence, and the eyes of th'ignorant
More learned then the eares, wauing thy head.
Which often thus correfling thy ftout heart.
Now humble as the ripeft Mulberry,
That will not hold the handling : or fay to them.
Thou art their Souldier,and being bred in broyles.
Haft not the foft way, which thou do'ft confefle
Were fit for thee to vfe,as they to clayme.
In asking their good loues, but thou wilt frame
Thy felfe (forfooth) hereafter theirs fo farre.
As thou haft power and perfon.
Menen. This but done,
Euen as (he fpeakes, why their hearts were yours :
For they haue Pardons, being ask'd,as free.
As words to little purpofe.
Volum. Prythee now,
Goe, and be rul'd : although I know thou hadft rather
Follow thine Enemie in a fierie Gulfe,
Then flatter him in a Bower. Bnttr Com'mita.
Here is Commué.
Com, I haue beene i'th' Market place : and Sir 'tis fit
You make ftrong partie, or defend your felfe
By calmenefle, or by abfence: all's in anger.
Menen. Onely faire fpeech.
Com. I thinke 'twill ferue,lf he can thereto frame his
fpirit.
Volum. He muft, and will :
Prythee now fay you will, and goe about it.
Corio. Muft I goe (hew them my vnbarb'd Sconce
Muft I with my bafe Tongue giue to my Noble Heart
A Lye, that it muft beare well ? I will doo't :
Yet were there but this fingle Plot,to loofe
This Mould of Martiué, they to dull (hould grinde it.
And throw't againft the Winde. Toth' Market place :
You haue put me now to fuch a part, which neuer
I (hall difcharge toth' Life.
Com. Come, come, wee'le prompt you.
Volum. I prythee now fweet Son, as thou haft faid
My praifes made thee firft a Souldier; fo
To haue my praife for this, performe a part
Thou haft not done before.
Corio. Well, I muft doo't :
Away my difpofition, and poflefle me
Some Harlots fpirit : My throat of Warre be turn'd.
Which quier'd with my Drumme into a Pipe,
Small as an Eunuch, or the Virgin voyce
That Babies lull a-fleepe : The fmiles of Knaues
Tent in my cheekes, and Schoole-boyes Teares take vp
The Glafles of my fight : A Beggars Tongue
Make motion through my Lips,and my Arm'd knees
Who bow'd but in my Stirrop, bend like his
That hath receiu'd an Almes. I will not doo't,
Leaft I furceafe to honor mine owne truth.
And by my Bodies aflion, teach my Minde
A moft inherent Bafenefle.
Volum, At thy choice then :
To begge of thee, it is my more dif-honor.
Then thou of them. Come all to ruine, let
Thy Mother rather feele thy Pride, then feare
Thy dangerous StoutnelTe : for I mocke at death
With as bigge heart as thou. Do as thou lift.
Thy Valiantneffe was mine, thou fuck'ft it from me :
But owe thy Pride thy felfe.
Corio. Pray be content :
Mother, I am going to the Market place :
Chide me no more. He Mountebanke their Loues,
Cogge their Hearts from them, and come home belou'd
Of all the Trades in Rome. Looke,T am going :
Commend me to my Wife, He returne Confull,
Or neuer truft to what my Tongue can do
I'th way of Flattery further.
Volum. Do your will. Exit Volumnia
Ciw,Away,the Tribunes do attend you:arm your felf
To anfwer mildely : for they are prepar'd
With Accufations, as I heare more ftrong
Then are vpon you yet.
Corio. The word is, Mildely. Pray you let vs go.
Let them accufe me by inuention : I
Will anfwer in mine Honor.
Menen. I, but mildely.
Corio. Well mildely be it then, Mildely. Sxeunt
Enter Sicinius and Brutus.
'Brn. In this point charge him home, that he afifeâs
Tyrannicall power : If he euade vs there,
Inforce him with his enuy to the people,
And that the Spoile got on the Antiats
Was ne're diftributed. What, will he come ?
Enter an Edile,
Edile, Hee's comming.
Bru. How accompanied ?
Edile. With old Meneniusthofe Senators
That alwayes fauour'd him.
Sicin. Haue you a Catalogue
Of all the Voices that we haue procur'd, fet downe by'th
Edile. I haue : 'tis ready. (Pole f
Sicin. Haue you colleiled them by Tribes?
Edile. I haue.
Sicin. Aflemble prefently the people hither :
And when they heare me fay, it lhall be fo,
I'th'right and ftrength a'th'Commons : be it either
For death, for fine,or Banilhment, then let them
If I fay Fine, cry Fine ; if Death, cry Death,
Infifting on the olde prerogatiue
And power i'th Truth a'th Caufe.
Edile. I lhall informe them.
Bru. And when fuch time they haue begun to cry.
Let them not ceafe, but with a dinne confus'd
Inforce the prefent Execution
Of what we chance to Sentence.
Edi. Very well.
Sicin. Make them be ftrong, and ready for this hint
When we lhall hap to giu't tEem.
Bru. Go about it.
Put him to Choller ftraite, he hath bene vs'd
Euer to conquer, and to haue his worth
Of contradiâion. Being once chaft, he cannot
Be rein'd againe to Temperance, then he fpeakes
What's
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The Tragédie of Qoriolanus.
Whafs in his heartland that is there which lookes
With vs ti> breake his necke.
KnUr Coriolantu y Menemuiyand Comi'
mu6yWth others,
Scirt. Well, heere he comes.
Mene, Calmely, I do befcech you.
Corto, 1, as an Heftier, that fourth pooreft pecce
Wlllbeare the Knaue by*th Volume :
Th'honorM Goddes
Kccpe Rome in fafety, and the Chaires of luftice
Supplied with worthy men, plant loue amongs
Through our large Temples with y íhewes of peace
And not our ftreets with Warre,
I Sen, Amen, Amen.
%,7iTene, A Noble wlih.
Enter the Edile xaith the Plebeians.
^cin. Draw neere ye people.
Edile, Lift to your Tribunes. Audience:
Peace I fay.
Cork» Firft heare me fpeake.
^Qtb Tri, Well,fay : Peace hoe.
Qorio. Shall I be charged no further then this prefent i
Muft all determine heere ?
Sicin, I do demand,
If you fubmit you to the peoples voices,
Allow their Officers, and are content
To fufter lawfull Cenfure for fuch faults
As fliall be prou*d vpon you.
Corio. I am Content.
Mene. Lo Citizens, he fayes he is Content.
The warlike Seruice he ha*s done, confider : Thinke
Vpon the wounds his body beares, which Ihew
Like Graues i'th holy Church-yard.
Corio, Scratches with Briars, fcarres to moue
Laughter onely.
Mene. Con/ider further :
That when he fpeakes not like a Citizen,
You hnde him like a Soldier : do not take
His rougher Actions for malicious founds :
But as I fay, fuch as become a Soldier,
Rather then enuy you.
Com. Well, well, no more,
Corio. What is the matter.
That being paft for Confull with full voyce :
I am fo di/honour*d, that the very houre
You take it offi againe.
Sicin, Anfwcr to vs.
Corio. Say then : 'tis true, I ought fo
Sicin, We charge you, that you haue contriu'd to take
From Rome all feafon'd Office, and to winde
Your felfe into a power tyrannicall.
For which you are a Traitor to the people.
Corio, How?Traytor?
Mene, Nay temperately : your promife.
Corio. The fires i'th'loweft hell. Fould in the people :
Call me their Traitor, thou iniurious Tribune.
Within thine eyes fate twenty thoufand deaths
In thy hands clutcht : as many Millions in
Thy lying tongue, both numbers. I would fay
Thou lyeft vnto thee, with a voice as free,
As 1 do pray the Gods.
Sicin. Marke you this people ?
All. To'th'Rocke, to'th'Rocke with him,
Sicin, Peace :
We ncede not put new matter to his charge :
What you haue feene him do, and heard him fpeake :
19
Beating your Officers, curfing your fe?ues,
Oppofing Lawes with ftroakes, and heere defying
Thofe whofe great power muft try him.
£uen this fo criminal!, and in fuch capitall kinde
Deferues th'extreameft death.
^ru. But fince he hath feru'd well for Rome.
Corio. What do you prate of Seruice.
^rut, I talke ofthat, that know it.
Corio. You?
Mene, Is this the promife that you made your mother.
Com. Know, I pray you.
Corio. He know no further :
Let them pronounce the fteepe Tarpeian death,
Vagabond exile, Fleaing, pent to linger
But with a graine a day, I v/ould not buy
Their mercie, at the price of one faire word,
Nor checke my Courage for what they can giue,
To haue't with faying, Good morrow.
Sicin. For that he ha's
(As much as in him lies^from time to time
Enui'd againft the people ; feeking meanes
To plucke away their power: as now at laft,
Giuen Hoftile ftrokes, and that not in the prefence
Of dreaded luftice, but on the Minifters
That doth diftribute it. In the name a'th'people,
And in the power of vs the Tribunes, wee
(£u'n from thisinftant) banilh himourCitie
In perill of precipitation
From off the Rocke Tarpeian, neuer more
To enter our Rome gates. I'th'Peoples name,
I lay it fliall bee fo.
All. It ihall be fo, it ihall be fo : let him away :
Hee's baniih'd, and it fliall be fo.
Com. Heare me my Mafters,and my common friends.
Sicin. He's fentenc'd : No more hearing.
Com. Let me fpeake :
I haue bene Confull, and can ihew from Rome
Her Enemies markes vpon me. I do loue
My Countries good, with a refpeíl more tender,
More holy, and profound, then mine owne life,
My deere Wiues eftimate, her wombes enereafe,
And treafure of my Loynes: then if I would
Speake that.
Sicin. We know your drift. Speake what ?
There's no more to be faid, but he is banifti'd
As Enemy to the people, and his Countrey.
It ihall bee fo.
All. It ihall be fo, it ihall be fo.
Corio. You common cry of Curs, whofe breath I hate,
As reeke a'th'rotten Fennes : whofe Loues 1 prize,
As the dead Carkaffes of vnburied men,
That do corrupt my Ayre : I banÜh you,
And heere remaine with your vncertaintle.
Let euery feeble Rumor ihake your hearts:
Your Enemies with nodding of their Plumes
Fan you into difpaire : Haue the power ftill
To baniih your Defenders, till at length
Your ignorance (which finde^ not till it feeles,
Making but referuation of your felues.
Still your owne Foes) deliuer you
As moft abated Captiues, to fome Nation
That wonne you without blowes, defpifing
For you the City. Thus I turne my backej
There is a world elfewhere.
Exeunt CortolamUy CominitUyVpuh Cumalys.
They allfloout y and throw vp their Caps.
Edile.
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20 The Tragedle of Qoriolanus.
Edile. The peoples Enemy Is gone, is gone.
lAIl, Our enemy is banilh'd,he is gone: Hoo,oo.
Skin. Go fee him out at Gates,and follow him
As he hath follow'd you, with all defpight
Giue him deferu'd vexation. Let a guard
Attend vs through the City.
All, Come,come,lets fee him out at gates, come:
The Gods prelerue our Noble Tribunes, come. Exeunt,
ASlus Quartus.
Enter Coriolanui,Volumnia, rirgilia, Menenius, Cominim,
teitb the yong Nobility of Rome.
Cork.Come leaue your teares:a brief farwel:the bead
With many heads butts me away. Nay Mother,
Where is your ancient Courage.' You were vs'd
To fay, Extreamities was the trier of fpirits.
That common chances. Common men could beare,
That when the Sea was calme, all Boats alike
Shew'd Mafterfhip in floating. Fortunes blowes.
When mod drooke home, being gentle wounded, craues
A Noble cunning. You were vs'd to load me
With Precepts that would make inuincible
The heart that conn'd them.
Nirg. Oh heauens ! 0 heauens.'
Cork. Nay, I prythee woman.
Eol.Now the Red Peftilence drike al Trades in Rome,
And Occupations perifli.
Cork. What, what, what :
I fliall be lou'd when I am lack'd. Nay Mother,
Refume that Spirit, when you were wont to fay.
If you had beene the Wife of Hercules,
Six of his Labours youl'd haue done, and fau'd
Your Husband fo much fwet. Cominim,
Droope not, Adieu; Farewell my Wife, my Mother,
He do well yet. Thou old and true Menenim,
Thy teares are falter then a yonger mans.
And venomçus to thine eyes. My (fometime)Generall,
I haue feene the Sterne, and thou had oft beheld
Heart-hardning fpe£lacles. Tell thefe fad women,
'Tis fond to waile ineuitable drokes.
As'tis to laugh at'em. My Mother, you wot well
My hazards dill haue beene your folace,and
Beleeu't not lightly, though I go alone
Like to a lonely Dragon, that his Fenne
Makes fear'd,and talk'd of more then feene : your Sonne
Will or exceed the Common, or be caught
With cautelous baits and prailice.
Holum. My fird fonne.
Whether will thou go .' Take good Cominim
With thee awhile : Determine on fome courfe
More then a wilde expodure, to each chance
That dart's i'th'way before thee.
Cork. O the Gods !
Com.We follow thee a Moneth, deuile with thee .
Where thou (halt red, that thou may'd heareof vs.
And we of thee. So if the time thrud forth
A caufe for thy Repeale, we (hall not fend
O're the vad world, to feeke a fingle man.
And loofe aduantage, which doth euer coole
Ith'ab/ènce of the needer.
Cork. Fare ye well :
Thou had yeares vpon thee, and thou art too full
Of the warres furfets, to go roue with one
That's yet vnbruis'd : bring me but out at gate.
Come my fweet wife, my deered Mother, and
My Friends of Noble touch : when I am forth.
Bid me farewell, and fmile. I pray you come :
While 1 remaine aboue the ground, you ihall
Heare from me dill, and neuer of me ought
But what is like me formerly.
ebenen. That's worthily
As any eare can heare. Come, let's not weepe,
If 1 could diake off but one feuen yeeres
From thefe old armes and legges, by the good Gods
I'ld with thee, euery foot.
Qork, Giue me thy hand, come. Exeunt
Enter the two Tribunes, Sicinim,and'Brutm,
with the Edile.
&V/».Bid them all home, he's gone: & wee'l no further.
The Nobility are vexed, whom we fee haue fided
In his behalfe.
'Brut. Now we haue diewne our power.
Let vs feeme humbler after it is done.
Then when it was a dooing.
Sicin. Bid them home: fay their great enemy is gone.
And they, dand in their ancient drength.
'Brut. Difmifle rhem home. Here comes his Mother.
Enter Holumnia,Hirgilia,and elUTenenittí.
Sicin. Let's not meet her.
'Brut. Why ?
Sicin. They fay die's mad.
'Brut. They haue tane note of vs:keepe on your way.
Volum. Oh y'are well met :
Th'hoorded plague a'th'Gods requit your loue.
Menen. Peace, peace, be not fo loud.
Volum. If that I could for weeping, vou diould heare.
Nay,and you fhall heare fome. Will you be gone?
Virg, You fliall day too : I would I had the power
To fay fo to my Husband.I
Stein. Are you mankinde ?
Volum. I foole,is that a diame. Note but this Foole,
Was not a man my Father? Had'd thou Foxdiip
To banidi him that drooke more blowes for Rome
Then thou had fpoken words.
Sicin. Oh blelfed Heauens !
Volum. Moe Noble blowes, then euer y wife words.
And for Romes good. He tell thee what : yet goe :
Nay but thou flialt flay too : I would my Sonne
Were in Arabia, and thy Tribe before him.
His good Sword in his hand.
Sicin. What then ?
Virg.Vihit then? Hee'ld make an end of thy poderity
Volum, Badards,and all.
Good man, the Wounds that he does beare for Rome !
Menen. Come,come, peace.
Sicin. I would he had continued to his Country
As he began,and not vnknit himfelfe
The Noble knot he made.
Bru. I would he had.
Volum. I would he had ? 'Twas you incend the rabie.
Cats, that can iudge as fitly of his worth.
As I can of thofe Myderies which heauen
Will not hgue earth to know.
Brut. Pray let's go.
Volum. Now pray fir get you gone.
You haue done a braue deede ; Ere you go, heare this :
As farre as doth the Capitoll exceede
The meaned houfe in Rome; fo farre my Sonne
This
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'The Tragédie of Coriolanus. 21
This Ladies Husband heere \ this (do you fee)
Whom you haue baniOi'd, does exceed you all.
^ru. Well, well, wee'l leaue vou,
&cin. Why ftay we to be baited
With one that wants her Wits. Exit Tribunes,
Volum, Take my Prayers with you,
I would the Gods had nothing elfe to do,
But to confirme my Curfles. Could I meete 'em
But once a day, it would vnclogge my heart
Of what lyes heauy too't,
eMene. You haue told them home,
And by my troth you haue caufe : youU Sup with me.
Volum, Angers my Meate : I fuppe vpon my felfe,
And fo ihall fierue with Feeding : Come,let's go,
Leaue this fóint-puling, and lament as 1 do,
In Anger, /ww-like : Come,come,come. Exeunt
Mene. Fie,fie,fie. Exit,
Enter a %oman, and a Voice.
Rom. I know you well fir, and you know mee ; your
name I thinke h Adrian.
Voice. It is Co fir, truly I haue forgot you.
Rem. I am a Roman, and my Seruices are as you are,
againil'em. Know you me yet.
Voice. Nicanor : no.
Rom. The fame fir.
Voice. You had more Beard when I laft fawyou, but
your Fauour is well appear'd by your Tongue. What's
the Newes in Rome : I haue a Note from the Volcean
fiate to finde you out there. You haue well faued mee a
dayes iourney.
T(om, There hath beene in Rome ftraunge Infurr'efli-
ons : The people, againib the Senatours, Patricians, and
Nobles.
Vol. Hath binj is it ended then? Our State thinks not
fo, they are in a mofi warlike preparation,& hope to com
vpon them, in the heate of their diuifion
Rom, The maine blaze of it is paib, but a fmall thing
would make it ñame againe. For the Nobles receyue fo
to heart, the Baniihment of that worthy Coriolanuóy that
they are in a ripe aptneíTe, to take al power from the peo¬
ple, and to plucke from them their Tribunes for euer.
This lyes glowing I can tell you,and is almoib mature for
the violent breaking out.
Vol. Coriolantu Baniiht?
%om. Baniih'd fir.
Vol. You will be welcome with this intelligence Ni¬
canor.
Rom. The day ferues well for them now. I haue heard
itfaide, the fitteft time to corrupt a mans Wife, is when
Ihee's falnc out with her Husband. Your Noble TluIIu¿
s Auffidim well appeare well in thefe Warres, his great
Oppofcr Coriolanus being now in no requeft of his coun-
trey.
Voice. He cannot choofe : I am moft fortunate, thus
accidentally to encounter you. You haue ended my Bu-
finefie,and I will merrily accompany you home.
Rom, I ihall betweene this and Supper, tell you moft
ftrange things from Rome : all tending to the good of
their Aduerfaries. Haue you an Army ready fay you?
Vol, A moft Royall one : The Centurions, and their
charges diftinibly billetted already in th'entertainment,
and to be on foot at an houres warning,
Rom. I am ioyfull to heare of their readineíTe, and am
the man I thinke, that ihall fet them in prcfent Aibion.So
fir,heartily well met,and moft glad of your Company.
Voice. You take my part from me fir, I haue the moft
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caufe to be glad ofyours.
Rem. Well, let vs go together. Exeunt.
Enter Coriolanus in meane Af>parreUy Dif-
guijdyand mujffied.
Corto. A goodly City is this Antium. Citty,
'Tis Ithat made thy Widdowes : Many an heyre
Of thefe faire Edifices fore my Warres
Haue I heard groane,and drop \ Then know me not,
Leaft that thy Wiues with Spits,and Boyes with ibones
In puny Battell flay me. Saue you fir.
Enter a Citizen.
Cit. And you.
Corh. Dire£b me, if it be your will, where great tAuf-
ßdius Wcs : Is he in Antium ?
Cit. He is, and Feafts the Nobles of the State, at his
houfe this night.
Coric. Which is his houfe,befeech you f
Cit. This heere before you.
Corto. Thanke you fir, farewell. Exit Citizen
Oh World, thy flippery turnes ! Friends now faft fworn,
Whofe double bofomes feemes to weare one heart,
Whofe Houres,whofe Bed,whofe Meale and Exercife
Are ftill together : who Twin (as *twere)in Loue,
Vnfeparable, ihall within this heure,
On a diflention of a Doit, brcake out
To bittereft Enmity : So felleft Foes,
Whofe Pafiions, and whofe Plots haue broke their fleep
To take the one the other, by fome chance.
Some tricke not worth an Egge, ihall grow deere friends
And inter-ioyne their yfiues. So with me,
My Birth-place haue I, and my loues vpon
This Enemie Towne : He enter, ifhe flay me
He does faire luftice : ifhe giue me way.
He do his Country Seruice. Exit,
Mußcke playes. Enter a Seruingman.
1 Ser. Wine, Wine, Wine : What feruice is heere ? I
thinke our Fellowes are afleepe.
Enter another Seruingman.
2 Ser. Where's Qotusimy M.cais for him; Cotus. Exit
Enter Coriolantss.
Coric, A goodly Houfe :
The Feaft fmels well : but I appeare not like a Gueft.
Enter the ßrß Seruingman,
1 &r. What would you haue Friend? whence are you?
Here's no place for you : Pray go to the doore? Exit
Corio. J haue deferu'd no better entertainment,in be¬
ing Coriolanus. Enter fécond Seruant.
2 Ser. Whence are you fir ? Ha's the Porter his eyes in
his head,that he glues entrance to fuch Companions ?
Pray get you out.
Corio, Away.
2 Ser, Away ? Get you away.
Corio. Now th'art troublefome.
2 Ser. Are you fo braue : He haue you talkt with anon
Enter 3 Seruingman^ the I meets him.
3 What Fellowes this?
I A ftrange one as euer I look'd onl: I cannot get him
out o'th'houfe : Prythee call my Mafter to him.
3 What haue you to do here fellow? Pray you auoid
the houfe.
Corio. Let me but ftand,I will not hurt your Harth.
3 What are you ?
Corio. A Gentleman.
3 A maru'llous poore one,
Corio. True,foIam.
3 Pray you poore Gentleman, take vp fome other fta-
ition,
22 The Tragedle of Coriolanus.
tion : Heere's no place for you,pray you auoid: Come,
Corto. Follow your Function, go,and batten on colde
bits, Pußoes bim aro ay from him.
3 What you will not? Prythee tell my Maifter what
a ftrange Gueft he ha's heere,
2 And I ihall. Exit fécond Seruingman.
3 Where dwel'ft thou ?
Corio. Vnder the Canopy.
3 Vnder the Canopy ?
Corio. I.
3 Where's that ?
Corio. rth City of Kites and Crowes.
3 rth City of Kites and Crowes ? What an AiTe it is,
then thou dwel'ft with Dawes too ?
Corio. No, I ferue not thy Mafter.
3 How fir? Do you meddle with my Mafter ?
Corio. I, tis an honefter feruice, then to meddle with
thy Miftris : Thou prat'ft,and prat'ft, ferue with thy tren¬
cher : Hence, 'Eeats him aveay
Enter Aufidiuó rvith the Seruingman,
Auf. Where is this Fellow ?
2 Here fir, Fde haue beaten him like a dogge, but for
difturbing the Lords within.
AufV^htnct com'ft thou? What woldft y?Thy name?
Why fpeak'ft not/ Speake man : What's thy name ?
Corio. If Tullm not yet thou know'ft me, and feeing
me, doft not thinke me for the man I am, necefiitie com¬
mands me name my felfe.
Auf. What is thy name ?
Corio. A name vnmuficall to the Volcians eares,|
And harfti in found to thine.
Auf, Say, what's thy name ?
Thou haft a Grim apparance, and thy Face
Beares a Command in't : Though thy Tackles torne,
Thou ihew'ft a Noble VeiTell : What's thy name ?
Corio. Prepare thy brow to frownerknowft y me yet?
Auf. I know thee not ? Thy Name f
Corio, My name is Caitu cfMartitu^ who hath done
To thee particularly, and to all the Voices
Great hurt and Mifchiefe : thereto witneffe may
My Surname Coriolanus, The painfull Seruice,
The extreme Dangers,and the droppes of Blood
Shed for my thanklefle Country,are requitted :
But with that Surname, a good memorie
And witneflTe of the Malice and Difpleafure
Which thou ihould'ft beare me, only that name remains.
The Cruelty and £nuy of the people,
Permitted by our daftard Nobles, who
Haue all forfooke me, hath deuour'd the reft :
And fufter'd me by th'voyce of Slaues to be
Hoop'd out of Rome. Now this extremity,
Hath brought me to thy Harth, not out of Hope
(Miftake me not) to faue my life : for if
I had fear'd death, of all the Men i'th'World
I would haue voided thee. But in meere fpight
To be full quit of thofe my Baniihers,
Stand 1 before thee heere : Then if thou haft
A heart of wreake in thee, that wilt reuenge
Thine owne particular wrongs, and ftop thofe maimes
Of lhame feene through thy Country, fpeed thee ftraight
And make my mifery ferue thy turne : So vfe it,
That my reuengefull Seruices may proue
As Benefits to thee. For I will fight
Againft my Cankred Countrey, with the Spleene
Of all the vnder Fiends. But if fo be.
Thou dar'ft not this, and that to proue more Fortunes
Th'art tyr'd, then in a word, I alfo am
Longer to liue moft wearie : and prefcnt
My throat to thee, and to thy Ancient Malice s
Which not to cut,would Ihew thee but a Foole,
Since 1 haue euer followed thee with hate,
Drawne Tunnes of Blood out of thy Countries breft,
And cannot liue but to thy ihame, vnlefle
It be to do thee feruice.
Auf, Oh Martiu¿y Martiuó'y
Each word thou haft fpoke, hath weeded from my heart
A roote of Ancient Enuy. If lupiter
Should from yond clowd fpeake diuine things,
And fay 'tis true*, I'de not beleeue them more
Then thee all-Noble Martius, Let me twine
Mine armes about that body, where againft
My grained Aih an hundred times hath broke,
And fcarr'd the Moone with fplinters : heere I deep
The Anuile of my Sword, and do conteft
As hotly,and as Nobly with thy Loue,
As euer in Ambitious ftrength, I did
Contend againft thy Valour. Know thou firft,
I lou'd the Maid I married : neuer man
Sigh'd truer breath. But that I fee thee heere
Thou Noble thing, more dances my rapt heart,
Then when 1 firft my wedded Miftris faw
Beftride my Threíhold. Why, thou Mars I tell thee,
We haue a Power on foote :and I had purpofe
Once more to hew thy Target from thy Brawne,
Or loofe mine Arme for't : Thou haft beate mee out
Twelue feuerall times, and I haue nightly fince
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thy felfe and me :
We haue beene downe together in my lleepe,
Vnbuckling Helmes,filling each others Throat,
And wak'd hälfe dead with nothing. Worthy MartiuSy
Had we no other quarrell elfe to Rome, but that
Thou art thence Baniih'd, we would mufterall
From twelue, to feuentie : and powring Warre
Into the bowels of vngratefuU 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 againft your Territories,
Though not for Rome it lelfe.
Corio. You blefle me Gods.
Auf. Therefore moft abfolute Sir,if thou wilt haue
The leading of thine owne Reuenges, take
Th'one hälfe of my Commiftion,and fet downe
As beft thou art experienc'd, fince thou know'ft
Thy Countries ftrength and weaknelTe, thine own waies
Whether to knocke againft the Gates of Rome,
Or rudely vifit them in parts remote,!
To fright them, ere deftroy. But come in,
Let me commend thee firft, to thofe that lhall
Say yea to thy defires. A thoufand welcomes.
And more a Friend, then ere an Enemie,
Yet Martiuó that was much. Your hand: moft welcome.
Exeunt
Enter tveo of the Seruingmen,
1 Heere's a ftrange alteration ?
2 By my hand, I had thoght to haue ftroken him with
a Cudgell,and yet my minde gaue me, his cloathes made
a falfe report of him.
1 What an Arme he has, he turn'd me about with his
finger and his thumbc,a$ one would fet vp a Top.
2 Nay,I knew by his face that there was fome-thing
in him. He had fir, a kinde of face me thought, I cannot
tell
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The Trage die of Coriolanus. 2 3
tell how to tearme it,
1 He had fo,looking as it were, would I were hangM
but 1 thought there was more in him, then I could think.
2 So did I,He be fworne: He,is Timply the rareil man
r th* world.
I I thinke he is : but a greater foldier then he>
You wot one.
z Who my Marter ?
I Nay, it's no matter for that.
z Worth fix on him.
1 Nay not fo neither; but I take him to be the greater
Souldiour.
2 Faith looke you,one cannot tell how to fay that:for
the Defence of a Towne,our Generali is excellent,
I I, and for an afiault too.
Enter the third Seruingman»
3 Oh Slaues, I can tell you Newes,News you Rafcals
iotb. What, what,what? Let's partake.
3 1 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 Ge¬
nerali, cd^fartiué»
1 Why do you fay, thwacke our Generali ?
3 1 do not iay thwacke our General), but he was al-
wayes good enough for him
2 Come we are fellowes and friends : he was euer too
hard for him, I haue heard him fay fo himfelfe.
1 He was too hard for him direôly, to fay the Troth
on*t before Coriolesy he fcotcht him,and notcht him like a
Carbi nado,
z And hee had bin Cannibally giuen, hee might haue
boyld and eaten him too,
1 But more of thy Newes.
3 Why he is fo made on heere within, as if hee were
Son and Heire to Mars, fet at vpper end o'th'Table ; No
queftion askt him by any of the Senators, but they rtand
bald before him. Our General) himfelfe makes a Mirtris
of him,Sanâifies himfelfe with's hand, and turnes vp the
white o'th'eye to his Difcourfe. But the bottome of the
Newes is, our General! is cut i*th'middle,& but one hälfe
of what he was yefterdav. For the other ha's hälfe, by
the Intreaty and graunt of the whole Table. Hee'l go he
faycs, and fole the Porter of Rome Gates by th'eares. He
will mowe all downe before him, and leaue his pafiage
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 fir, he has as ma-
fty Friends as Enemies : which Friends fir as it were,dürft
not f looke you fir) ihew themfelues (as we terme it) his
Friends, whiieft he's in Direéfitude,
I Diredtitude? What's that f
3 But when they ihall fee fir,his Creft 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, prefently, you lhall haue the
Drum ftrooke vp this afternoone : 'Tis as it were a parcel
of their Feaft,and to be executed ere they wipe their lips.
2 Why then wee lhall haue a ftirring World againe :
This peace is nothing, but to ruft Iron,iencreafe Taylors,
and breed Ballad-makers.
I Let me haue Warre fay I, it exceeds peace as farre
as day do's night; It's fprightly walking,audible,and full
of Vent, Peace, is a very Apoplexy, Lethargie, mull'd,
deafe, fieepe, infenfible, a getter of more baftard Chil¬
dren, then warres a deftroyer of men,
z 'Tis fo, and as warres in fome fort may be faide to
be a Rauirtier, fo it cannot be denied, but peace is a great
maker of Cuckolds.
I I, and it makes men hate one another.
3 Reafon, becaufe they then lefle neede one another :
The Warres for my money. I hope to fee Romanes as
cheape as Volcians. They are rifing,they are rifing.
'Both. In, in, in, in. Exeunt
Enter the two Tribunes^Sicinmyond 'Brutus.
Sich. We heare not of him, neither need we fear him,
His remedies are tame, the prefent peace,
And quietnefte of the people, which before
Were in wilde hurry. Heere do we make his Friends
Blufli, that the world goes well : who rather had,
Though they them/elues did fuffer by't, behold
Diifentious numbers peftring ftreets, then fee
Our Tradefmen finging in their ihops,and going
About their Functions friendly.
Enter çf\feneniu6.
Bru. We ftood too't in good time. Is this Menentu6\}
Sich. 'Tis he,'tis he : O he is grown moft kind of late:
Halle Sir. Mcne. Haile to you both.
Sich. Your Coriolanus is not much mift, but with his
Friends : the Commonwealth doth ftand, and fo would
do,were he more angry at it.
Mene. All's well, and might haue bene much better,
if he could haue temporiz'd.
Skin. 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 Gods preferue you both.
Skin. Gooden our Neighbours.
"Bru. Gooden to you all,gooden to you all.
1 Our fe!ues,our wlues,and children, on our knees,
Are bound to pray for you both.
Skin. Liue,and thriue.
Bru, Farewell kinde Neighbours*:
We wiiht Coriolanus had lou'd you as we did.
All. Now the Gods keepe you.
Both Tri, Farewell,farewell. Exeunt Citizens
Skin. This is a happier and more comely time,
Then when thefe Fellowes ran about the ftreets,
Crying Confufion.
'Bru. Caius Martius was
A worthy Officer i'th'Warre, but Infolent,
O'recome with Pride, Ambitious,paft all thinking
Selfe-louing.|
Skin. Anà affe<fting one fole Throne, without affiftace
<Mene. 1 thinke not fo.
Skin. We ihould by this, to all our Lamention,
If he had gone forth Confull, found it fo.
"Bru. The Gods haue well preuented it,and Rome
Sits fafe and ftill,without him.
Enter an <iAldÍle,
aAddile. Worthy Tribunes,
There is a Slaue whom we haue put in prifon,
Reports the Voices with two leuerall Powers
Are entred in the Roman Territories,
And with the deepeft malice of the Warre,
Deftroy, what lies before 'em.
Mene. 'Tis Auffidius,
Who hearing of our Martius Baniihment,
Tbrufts forth his homes againe into the world
Which were In-ihell'd, when Martius ftood for Rome,
And
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24 T^he Tragedle of Coriolanus.
And dürft not once peepe out.
Skin. Come, what talke you of liMartiM.
'Bru. Go fee this Rumorer whipt, it cannot be,
The Voices dare breake with vs.
Mette. Cannot be ?
We haue Record, that very well it can.
And three examples of the like, hath beene
Within my Age. But reafon with the fellow
Before you punifli him,where he heard this,
Leaft you ihall chance to whip your Information,
And beate the Meflenger, who bids beware
Of what is to be dreaded.
Skin. Tell not me : I know this cannot be.
Bru. Not poffible.
Enter a Meßenger,
MeJ. The Nobles in great earneftnefle are going
All to the Senate-houfe : fome newes is comming
That turnes their Countenances.
Stein. 'Tis this Slaue :
Go whip him fore the peoples eyes : His raifing.
Nothing but his report.
■ Mef. Yes worthy Sir,
The Slaues report is feconded,and more
More fearfull is deliuer'd.
Skin. What more fearefull ?
MeJ. It is fpoke freely out of many mouths.
How probable I do not know, that Martitu
loyn'd with ÄußiditUy leads a power 'gainft Rome,
And vowes Reuenge as fpacious, as betweene
The yong'ft and oldeft thing.
Skin, This is moft likely.'
'Bru. Rais'd onely,that the weaker fort may wilh
Good Martitu home againe.
Skin. The very tricke on't.
Mene. This is vnllkely.
He,and Auffiditu can no more attone
Then violent'!! Contrariety.
Enter Mßenger.
MeJ. You are fent for to the Senate :
A fearefull Army, led by Caitu Martitu,
Aflociated with Außiditu, Rages
Vpon our Territories,and haue already
O're-borne their way, confum'd with fire, and tooke
What lay before them.
Enter Cotninitu.
Com. Oh you haue made good worke.
Mene. What newes ? What newesf
Co««.You haue holp to rauilh your owne daughters,&
To melt the Citty Leades vpon youx pates.
To fee your Wiues difiionour'd to your Nofes.
Mene. What's the newes? What's the newes?
Com. Your Temples burned in their Ciment, and
Your Franchifes, whereon you ftood, confin'd
Into an Augors boare.
Mene, Pray now,your Newes :
You haue made faire worke I feare me : pray your newes.
If Martitu Ihould be ioyn'd with Volceans.
Com. If? He is their God, he leads them like a thing
Made by fome other Deity then Nature,
That ihapes man Better : and they follow him
Again!! vs Brats, with no lefle Confidence,
Then Boyes purfuing Summer Butter-flies,
Or Butchers killing Flyes.
Mene. You haue made good worke.
You and your Apron men : you,that ftood fo much
Vpon the voyce of occupation, and
The breath of Garlicke-eaters.
Com. Hee'l !hake your Rome about your eares.
Mene. As Hercules did fiiake downe Mellow Fruite :
You haue made faire worke.
Brut. But is this true fir ?
Com, I, and you'l looke pale
Before you finde it other. All the Regions
Do fmilingly Reuolt, and who refifts
Are mock'd for valiant Ignorance,
And perÜh confiant Fooles: who is't can blame him?
Your Enemies and his, finde fomething in him.
Mene. We are all vndone, vnlefle
The Noble man haue mercy.
Com. Who Ihall aske it?
The Tribunes cannot doo't for Ihame ; the people
Deferue fuch pitty of him, as the Wolfe
Doe's of the Shepheards : For his be!! Friends, if they
Should fay be good to Rome, they charg'd him,euen
As thofe Ihould do that had deferu'd his hate.
And therein Ihew'd like Enemies.
cMe.'Tis true,if he were putting to my houfe, the brand
That Ihould confume it, I haue not the face
To fay, befeech you ceafe. You haue made faire hands.
You and your Crafts,you haue crafted làire.
Com. You haue brought
A Trembling vpon Rome, fuch as was neuer
S'incapeable of helpe.
Tri. Say not, we brought it.
Mene. How? Was't we ? We lou'd him.
But like Beafts, and Cowardly Nobles,
Gaue way vnto your Clufters, who did hoote
Him out o'th'Citty.
Qom. But I feare
They'l roare him in againe. Tulltu Außiditu,
The fécond name of men, obeyes his points
As if he were his Officer : Dcfperation,
Is all the Policy, Strength, and Defence
That Rome can make again!! them.
Enter a Troofe of Citizens.
Mene. Heere come the Clufters.
And is Außiditu with him ■' You are they
That made the Ayre vnwholfome,when you call
Your ftinking, greafie Caps,in hooting
At Coriolaniu Exile. Now he's comming,J
And not a haire vpon a Souldiers head
Which will not proue a whip : As many Coxcombes
As you threw Caps vp,will he tumble downe.
And pay you for your voyces. 'Tis no matter.
If he could burne vs all into oue coale,
We haue deferu'd it.
Omnes. Faith, we heare fearfull Newes.
1 Cit. For mine owne part.
When I faid banilh him, I faid 'twas pitty.
2 And fo did I.
3 And fo did I : and to fay the truth, fo did very ma¬
ny of vs, that we did we did for the be!!,and though wee
willingly confented to his Bani!hment,yet it was again!!
our will.
Com. Y'are goodly things, you Voyces.
Mene. You haue made good worke
You and your cry. Shal's to the Capitoll?
Com. Oh I, what elfe f Exeunt both.
Skin. Go Mafters get you home, be not difmaid,
Thefe are a Side, that would be glad to haue
This true, which they fo feeme to feare. Go home.
And Ihew no figne of Feare.
I. Cit.
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The Tragédie of Qoriolanus.
J Qit. The Gods bee good to vs : Come Matters let's
home, I euer faid we were i'th wrong, when we baniih'd
him.
2 C¡t. So did we all. But come, let's home. Exit Cit.
Bru. I do not like this Newes.
Sicin. Nor I.
íBr», Let's to the Capitoll: would hälfe my wealth
Would buy this for a lye.
Sidn. Pray let's go. Exeunt Tribunes,
Enter Auffidiui with hû Lieutenant.
Auf, Do they ftill flye to'th'Roman
Lieu. I do not know what Witchcraft's in him ; but
Your Soldiers vfe him as the Grace 'fore meate.
Their talke at Table, and their Thankes at end,
And you are darkned in this aélion Sir,
tuen by your owne.
Auf. 1 cannot helpe it now,
Vnleffe by vfing meanes I lame the foote
Of our defigne. He beares himfelfe more proudlier,
Euen to my perfon, then I thought he would
When firft I did embrace him. Yet his Nature
In that's bo Changeling, and 1 mutt excufe
What cannot be amended.
Lieu. Yet I wiili Sir,
(I meane for your particular) you had not
loyn'd in Commiflion with him : but either haue borne
The aâion of your felfe, or elle to him, had left it foly.
tAuf. I vnderftand thee well, and be thou fure
When he ttiall come to his account, he knowes not
What I can vrge againtt him, although it feemes
And fo he thinkes, and is no lelTe apparant
To th'vulgar eye, that he beares all things fairely :
And Ihewes good Husbandry for the Volcian State,
Fights Dragon-like, and does atcheeue as foone
As draw his Sword : yet he hath left vndone
That which lhall breake his necke, or hazard mine.
When ere we come to our account.
Lieu. Sir, I befeech you, think you he'l carry Rome
Auf. All places ycelds to him ere he fits downe,
And theiNobility of Rome are his :
The Senators and Patricians loue him too :
The Tribunes are no Soldiers : and their people
Will be as ralh in the repeale, as hafty
To expelí him thence. 1 thinke hee l be to Rome
As is the Afpray to the Filh, who takes it
By Soueraignty of Nature. Firft,. he was
A Noble feruant to them, but he could not
Carry his Honors eeuen : whether 'was Pride
Which out of dayly Fortune euer taints
The happy man ; whether deteél of iudgement.
To faile in the difpoling of thofe chances
Which he was lord of : or whether Nature,
Not to be other then one thing, not moouing
From th'Caske to th'Culhion : but commanding peace
Euen with the fame aufterity and garbe.
As he controli'd the warre. But one of thefe
(As he hath fpices of them all) not all,
For I dare fo farre free him, made him fear'd.
So hated, and fo baniih'd : but he ha's a Merit
To choake it in the vtt'rance : So our Vertue,
Lie in th'interpretation of the time.
And power vnto it felfe moft commendable,
Hath not a Tombe fo euident as a Chaire
T'extoll what it hath done.
One fire driues out one fire ; one Naile,one Naile ;
Rights by rights fouler, flrengths by ftrengths do falle.
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Come let's away : when Cam Rome is thine.
Thou art poor'ft of all; then Ihortly art thou m'ms.exeunt
ABus Quintus.
Enter Meneniuáy CominiiUy Skinitu yBruttu y
the two TrihuneSy with others.
Menen. No, He not go: you heare what he hath faid
Which was fometime his Generali : who loued him
In a moft deere particular. He call'd me Father :
But what o*that f Go you that baniih'd him
A Mile before his Tent, fall downe, and knee
The way into his mercy : Nay, if he coy'd
To heare Cominius fpeake, lie keepe at home.
Com. He would not feeme to know me.
Menen. Do you heare ?
Com, Yet one time he did call me by my name :
I vrg*d our old acquaintance, and the drops
That we haue bled together. Coriolanus
He would not anfwer too : Forbad all Names,
He was a kinde of Nothing, TitleleiTe,
Till he had forgM himfelfe a name a'th'fire
Of burning Rome.
Menen. Why fo : you haue made good worke :
A paire of Tribunes, that haue wrack'd for Rome,
To make Coales cheape : A Noble memory.
Com. I minded him, how Royall 'twas to pardon
When it was leiTe expelled. He replyed
It was a bare petition of a State
To one whom they had punifti'd.
Menen. Very well, could he fay lelfe.
Com. I offered to awaken his regard
For's priuate Friends. His anfwer to me was
He could not ftay to picke them, in a pile
Of noyfome mufty Chaffe. He laid, 'twas folly
For one poore graine or two, to leaue vnburnt
And ftill to nofe th'offence.
Menen. For one poore graine or two ?
I am one of thofe : his Mother, Wife, his Childe,
And this braue Fellow too : we are the Graines,
You are the mufty Chaffe,and you are fmelt
Aboue the Moone. We muft be burnt for you.
Skin, Nay,pray be patient : If you refufe your ayde
Id this fo neuer-needed helpe, yet do not
Vpbraid's with our diftreffe. But fure if you
Would be your Countries Pleader, your good tongue
More then the inftant Armie we can make
Might ftop our Countryman.
cMene. No: He not meddle.
Skin. Pray you go to him.
Mene. What fhould I do f
Bru. Onely make triall what your Loue can do,
For Rome, towards Martius.
oMene. Well, and fay that Martius returne mee,
As Qominius is return'd, vnheard: what then ?
But as a difcontented Friend, greefe-fhot
With his vnkindneffe. Say't be fo f
Skin. Yet your good will
Muft haue that thankes from Rome, after the meafure
As you intended well.
Mene. He vndertak't :
I thinke hee'l heare me. Yet to bite his lip.
And humme at good CominiuSy much vnhearts mee.
c c Hee
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20 The Tragedle of Qorîolanus.
He was not taken well, he had not dinM,
The Veines vnfilPd, our blood is cold, and then
We powt vpon the Morning, are vnapt
To giue or to forgiue; but when we haue ftufft
Thefe Pipes,and thefe Conueyances of our blood
With Wine and Feeding, we haue fuppler Seules
Then in our Prieft-like Fafts: therefore lie watch him
Till he be dieted to my requeft,
And then He fet vpon him.
^ru. You know the very rode into his kindneíTe,
And cannot lofe your way.
Mene. Good faith He proue him.
Speed how it will. 1 ihall ere long,haue knowledge
Of my fucceíTe. Exit,
Com, Hee'l neuer heare him.
Sicin, Not,
Com, I tell you, he doe's fit in Gold, his eye
Red as 'twould burne Rome : and his Iniury
The Gaoler to his pitty. I kneel'd before him,
'Twas very faintly he faid Rife: difmift me
Thus with his fpeechleíTe hand. What he would do
He fent in writing after me : what he would not.
Bound with an Oath to yeeld to his conditions:
So that all hope is vaine, vnleflTe his Noble Mother,
And his Wife, who (as I heare) mcane to folicite him
For mercy to his Countrey : therefore let's hence,
And with our faire intreaties haft them on. Exeunt
Enter Aíeneniuí to the IVatcb or Guard,
l,JVat. Stay: whence are you.
%. Wat, Stand, and go backe*
Me, You guard like men, 'tis well. But by your leaue,
I am an Officer of State,& come to fpeak with Coriolanus
I From whence ? Mene, From Rome.
I You may not pafie, you muft returne : our Generali
will no more heare from thence.
1 You'l fee your Rome embrac'd with fire, before
You'l fpeake with Coriolanus.
Mene. Good my Friends,
If you haue heard your Generali talke of Rome,
And of his Friends there, it is Lots to Blankes,
My name hath touch't your eares : it is Menenius,
I Be it ib, go back: the vertue of your name,
Is not heere paííable.
cMene* 1 tell thee Fellow,
Thy General! is my Louer : 1 haue beene
The booke of his good Afls, whence men haue read
His Fame vnparalell'd, happely amplified :
For I haue euer verified my Friends,
(Of whom hee's cheefe) with all the fize that verity
Would without lapfing fufler : Nay, fometin>es.
Like to a Bowie vpon a fubtle ground
I haue tumbled paft the throw : and in his praife
Haue (almoft) ftampt the Leafing* Therefore Fellow,
I muft haue leaue to pafie.
1 Faith Sir, if you had told as many lies in his behalfe,
as you haue vttered words in your owne, you fiiould not
palTe heere : no, though it were as vertuous to lye, as to
liue chaftly. Therefore go backe.
Men. Prythee fellow,remember my name is Menenm^
alwayes faitionary on the party of your Generali.
2 Howfoeuer you haue bin his Lier, as you fay you
haue, I am one that telling true vnder him, muft fay you
cannot pafie. Therefore go backe.
Mene. Ha's he din'd can'ft thou tell? For I would not
fpeake with him, till after dinner*.
I You are a Roman, are youl^
Mene, I am as thy Generali is.
I Then you Ihould hate Rome, as he do's. Can you,
when you haue puíht out your gates, the very Defender
of them, and in a violent popular ignorance, giuen your
enemy your Ihield, thinke to front his reuenges with the
eafie groanes of old women, the Virginall Palms of your
daughters, lor with the palfied interceffion of fuch a de-
cay'd Dotant as you feeme to be? Can you think to blow
out the intended fire, your City is ready to flame in, with
fuch weake breath as this? No, you are deceiu'd, therfore
backe to Rome, and prepare for your execution : you are
condemn'd, our Generali has fworne you out of repreeue
and pardon.
Mene. Sirra, if thy Captaine knew I were heere,
He would vfe me with eftimation.
I Come, my Captaine knowes you not.
Mene. I meane thy Generali.
1 My Generali cares not for you. Back I fay, go: leaft
I let forth your hälfe pinte of blood. Backe, that's the vt-
moft of your hauing, backe.
Mene. Nay but Fellow, Fellow.
Enter Coriolanus with
Corto. What's the matter ?
Mene.'Sow you Companion: He fay an arrant for you :
you ihall know .now that I am in eftimation : you ihall
perceiue, that a lacke gardant cannot office me from my
Son Corioianuáf but my entertainment with him: if
thou ftand'ft not i'th ftate of hanging, or of fome death
more long in Spe£latorihip,and crueller in fuflering, be-
hold now prefently, and fwoond for what's to come vpon
thee. The glorious Gods fit in hourely Synod about thy
particular profperity,and loue thee no worfe then thy old
Father Menenm do's. O my Son, my Son ' thou art pre¬
paring fire for vs : looke thee, heere's water to quench it,
1 was hardly moued to come to thee : but beeing afiured
none but my felfe could moue thee,I haue bene blowne
out of your Gates with fighes : and coniure thee to par¬
don Rome, and thy petitionary Countrimen. The good
Gods aíTwage thy wrath, and turne the dregs of it, vpon
this Varlet heere : This, who like a blocke hath denyed
my accefie to thee.
Corto» Away.
Mene. How? Away ?
Corto, Wife, Mother, Child, I know not. My affaires
Are Seruanted to others : Though I owe
My Reuenge properly, my remiffion lies
In Volcean brefts. That we haue beene familiar.
Ingrate forgetfulnefie fiiall poifon rather
Then pitty : Note how much,itherefore be gone.
Mine eares againft your fuites, are ftronger then
Your gates againft my force. Yet for 1 loued thee.
Take this along, I writ it for thy fake,
And would haue fent it. Another word Menenxui^
I will not heare thee fpeake. This man Aufftditti
Was my belou'd in Rome : yet thou behold'ft.
Auffid. You keepe a confiant temper. Exeunt
Manet the Guard and Meneniui.
1 Now fir, is your name Menenius ?
2 Tis a fpeil you fee of much power ;
You know the way home againe.
1 Do you heare how wee are fiient for keeping your
greatneffe backe ?
2 What caufe do you thinke I haue to fwoond?
Menen. I neither care for th'world, nor your General:
for fuch things as you, I can fcarfe thinke ther's any,y'are
fo flight. He that hath a will to die by himfelfe, feares it
not
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not from another : Let your Generali do his word. For
you, bee that you are, I long j and your mifery encreafe
with your age, I fay to you, as I was faid to, Away.Exit
1 A Noble Fellow I warrant him,
2 The worthy Fellow is our General.He's the Roclc,
The Oake not to be winde-ihaken. Exit JVatcb^
Enter Coriolanus and Auffidtui.
Corto. We will before the walls oF Rome to morrow
Set downe our Hoaft. My partner in this AéFion,
You muft report to th'Volcian Lords, how plainly
] haue borne this Buíineííe,
yíuf, Onely their ends you haue refpeíled,
Stopt your eares againft the general! fuite of Rome :
Neuer admitted a priuat whifper, no not with fuch frends
That thought them fure of you.
Corto. This laft old man,
Whom with a cracked heart I haue fent to Rome,
LouM me, aboue the meafure of a Father,
Nay godded me indeed. Their lateft refuge
Was to fend him : for whofe old Loue I haue
(Though I ihew'd fowrely to him^once more offerM
The firft Conditions which they did refufe,
And cannot now accept, to grace him onely,
That thought he could do more : A very little
I haue yeelded too. Fre/h £mbaires,and Suites,
Nor from the State, nor priuate friends heereaftcr
Will I lend eare to^ Ha?what ihout is this ^ Shout mthin-
Shall Í be tempted to infringe my vow
In the fame time *tis made.^ I will not.
Enter VirçiliaJ^oîummafôalerta. voniMartíuáy
vpttb Attendant t.
My wife comes formoft, then the honoured mould
Wherein this Trünke was fram'd, and in her hand.
The Grandchilde to her blood. But out aflèÛion,
All bond and priuiledge of Nature breake j
Let it be Vertuous to be Obillnate.
What is that Curt'fie worth? Or thofe Doues eyes^
Which can make Gods forfworne ? I melt, and am not
Of ftronger earth then others: my Mother bowes,
As if Olympus to a Mole-hill ihouJd
In /application Nod : and my yong Boy
Hath an Afpe¿l of intercefsion, which
Great Nature cries, Deny not. Let the Voices
Plough Rome, and harrow Italy, He neuer
Be fuch a Go/ling to obey inftin£t ; but ftand
As if a man were Author of himfelfjÄc knew no other kin
Virgà. My Lord and Husband.
Corto, Thefe eyes are not the fame I wore in Rome,
Virg. The forrow that deliuers vs thus chang'd,
Makes you thinke fo.
Corto. Like a dull Aitor nowjl haue forgot my^part,
And I am out, euen to a full Difgrace, Beft of my Fle^,,
Forgiue my Tyranny : but do not fay.
For that forgiue our Romanes. O a kiife
Long as my Exile, fweet as my Reuenge !
Now by the jealous Queene of Heauen, that kifle
I carried from thee deare ; and my true Lippe
Hath VirginM it ere fince. You Gods, I pray,
And the moft noble Mother of the world
Leaue vnfaluted : Sinke my knee i'th'earth, Kneeki.
Of thy dcepe duty, more imprefsion /hew
Then that of common Sonnes.
Volum, Oh Hand vp bleft !
Whir/l with no fofrer Cu/hion then the Flintr,
I kneele before thee, and vnproperly
Shew duty as miftaken, all this whilè,,
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Betweene the Childe,and Parent,
Corto. What*s this? your knees to me ?
To your Corredled Sonne ?
Then let the Pibbles on the hungry beach
Fillop the Starres; Then, let the mutinous windes
Strike the proud Cedars 'gainft the fiery Sun î
MurdVing Impoflibility, to make
What cannot be, flight worke.
Volum. Thou art my Warriour, I hope to frame thee
Do you know this Lady ?
Corio. The Noble Sifter of Publicóla 5
The Moone of Rome : Chafte as the Ificle
That's curdled by the Froft, from pureft Snow,
And hangs on Dians Temple: Deere Ualeria.
Volum. This is a poore Epitome of yours,
Which by th'interpretation of full time,
May ihew like all your felfe.
Corio. The God of Souldiers :
With the confent of fupreame loue, informe
Thy thoughts with Noblenelfe, that thou mayft proue
To /hame vnvulnerable, and fticke i'th Wanes
Like a great Sea-inarke Handing euery flaw.
And fauing thofe that eye thee,
Volum. Your knee, Sirrah,
Corio, That's my braue Boy,
Volum. Euen he,your wife, this Ladie,and my felfe,
Are Sutors to you.
Corio. I befeech you peace:
Or if you'Id aske,,remember this before ;
The thing L haue forfworne to graunt, may neuer
Be held by you denials. Do not bid me
Difmi/fe my Soldiers, or capitulate
Againe, with Romes Mechanickes. Tell me not
Wherein I feeme vnnaturall : Defire not t'aliay
My Rages and Reuenges, with your colder reafons.
Volum. Oh no more, no more :
You haue faid you will not grant vs any thing :
For we haue nothing elfe to aske, but that
Which you deny already : yet we will aske.
That if you falle in our requeft, the blame
May hang vpon your hardnelTe, therefore heare vs.
Corto. Auffidiu4i2iT\á you Voices marke, for wee'l
Heare nought from Rome in priuate. Your requeft?
Volum. Should we be filent & not fpeak, our Raiment
And ftate of Bodies would bewray what life
We haue led fince thy Exile. Thinke with thy felfe,
How more vnfortunate then all liuing women
Are we come hither 5 fince that thy fight, which Ihould
Make our eies flow with ioy,harts dance with comforts,
Conftraines them weepe, and ihake with feare & forow,.
Making the Mother, wife, and Childe to fee,
The Sonne, the Husband,and the Father tearing
His Countries Bowels outj and to poore we
Thine enmities moft capitall : Thou barr'ft vs
Our prayers to the Gods, which is a comfort
That all but we.enioy. For how can we ?
Alas! how can we, for our Country pray?
Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory :
Whereto we are bound : Alacke,or we muft loofe
The Countrie our deere Nurfe, or elfe thy perfon
Our comfort in the Country. We muft finde
An euident Calamity,though we had
Our wiih, which fide ihould win. For either thou
Muft as a Forraine Recreant be led
With Manacles.through our ftreets, or elfe
Triumphantly treade on thy Countries ruine,
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28 The Tragedle of Qoriolanus.
And beare the Palme, tor hauing brauely ihed
Thy Wife and Childrens blood : For my ielfe, Sonne,
I purpofe not to waite on Fortune, till
Thefe warres determine : If I cannot perfwade thee.
Rather to fliew a Noble grace to both parts.
Then feelce the end of one ; thou Ihalt no fooner
March to aflault thy Country, then to treade
(Truft too't, thou lhalt not) on thy Mothers wombe
That brought thee to this world.
Virg. I,and mine, that brought you forth this boy.
To keepeyour name liuing to time.
'Boy. A (hall not tread on me : He run away
Till 1 am bigger, but then He fight.
Corio. Not of a womans tenderneflê to be,
Requires nor Childe, nor womans face to fee :
I haue fate too long.
Volum. Nay,go.not from vs thus :
If it were fo,that our requeft did tend
To faue the Romanes, thereby to deftroy
The Voices whom you ferue, you might condemne vs
As poyfonous of your Honour. No,our fuite
Is that you reconcile them : While the Voices
May fay, this mercy we haue Ihew'd : the Romanes,
This we receiu'd, and each in either fide
Giue the All-haile to thee, and cry be Bleft
For making vp this peace. Thou know'ft (great Sonne)
The end of Warres vncertaine : but this certaine.
That if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
Which thou fhalt thereby reape, is fuch a name
Whofe repetition will be dcgg'd with Curies :
Whofe Chronicle thus writ. The man was Noble,
But with his laft Attempt,he wip'd it out:
Deflroy'd his Country, and his name remaines
To th'infuing Age,abhorr'd. Speake to me Son:
Thou haft affefled the fiue ftraines of Honor,
To imitate the graces of the Gods.
To teare with Thunder the wide Cheekes a'th'Ayre,
And yet to change thy Sulphure with a Boult
That fhould but riue an Oake. Why do'ft not fpeake ?
Think'ft thou it Honourable for a Nobleman
Still to remember wrongs / Daughter,fpeake you :
He cares not for your weeping. Speake thou Boy,
Perhaps thy childifhnefTe will moue him more
Then can our Reafons. There's no man in the world
More bound to's Mother, yet heere he let's me prate
Like one i'th'Stockes. Thou haft neuer in thy life,
Shew'd thy deere Mother any curtefie.
When lhe( poore Hen) fond of no fécond brood,
Ha's clock'd thee fo the Warres : and fafelie home
Loden with Honor. Say my Requeft's vniuft,
And fpurne me backe : But, if it be not fo
Thou art not honeft, and the Gods will plague thee
That thou reftrain'ft from me the Duty, which
To a Mothers part belongs. He turnes away :
Down Ladies:letvs fhame him with him withlour knees
To his fur-name Cor'iolanui longs more pride
Then pitty to oar Prayers. Downe : an end.
This is the laft. So, we will home to Rome,
And dye among our Neighbours : Nay, beholdls.
This Boy that cannot tell what he would haue.
But kneeles, and hcdds vp hands for fellowfhip.
Doe's reafon our Petition with more ftrength
Then thou haft to deny't. Come, let vs go :
This Fellow hada Voloean to his Mother:
His Wife is in CorioJes, and Iiis Childe
Like him by chance : yet giue vs our difpatch :
I am hufht vntill our City be afire, & then He fpeak a litle
HoUi her by the hand Júent.
Corio. O Mother, Mother'
What haue you done ? Behold, the Heauens do ope,
The Gods looke downe, and this vnnaturall Scene
They laugh at. Oh my Mother,Mother : Oh !
You haue wonne a happy Vidlory to Rome.
But for your Sonne, beleeue it ;Oh beleeue it,
Moft dangeroufly you haue with him preuail'd.
If not moft mortall to him. But let it come :
jiuffidita, though I cannot make true Warres,
He frame conuenient peace. Now good Auffidittt,
Were you in my fteed, would you haue heard
A Mother leffe? or granted letCe Auffidiui ?
I was mou'd withall.
Corio. Í dare be fworne you were :
And fir, it is no little thing to make
Mine eyes to fweat compaflion. But (good fir)
What peace you'l make,aduife me :For my part.
He not to Rome, He backe with you, and pray you
Stand to me in this caufe. Oh Mother! Wife I
Auf. I am glad thou haft fet thy mercy, & thy Honor
At difference in thee : Out of that He worke
My felfe a former Fortune.
Corio. I by and by ; But we wiU drinke together :
And you fhall beare
A better witnefle backe then words, which we
On like conditions, will haue Counter-feal'd.
Come enter with vs ; Ladies you deferue
To haue a Temple builtyou: All the Swords
In Italy,and her Confederate Armes
Could not haue made this peace. Exeunt.
Enter Menenim and Sicintui. fftone.'
Mene. See you yon'd Coin a'th Capitol, yon'd corner
Skin. Why what of that ?
Mene. If it be poffible for you to difplace it with your
little finger, there is fome hope the Ladies of Rome,efpe-
cially his Mother, may preuaile with him. But 1 fay,there
is no hope in't, our throats are fentenc'd, and ftay vppon
execution.
Skin. Is't pofsible, that fo Ihort a time can alter the
condition of a man.
Mene. There is differency between a Grub & a But¬
terfly, yet your Butterfly was a Grub : this eú^farliuí, is
growne from Man to Dragon : He has wings, hee's more
then a creeping thing.
Sicin. He lou'd his Mother deerely.
Mene. So did he mee : and he no more remembers his
Mother now,then an eight yeare old horfe. The tartneffe
of his face.fowres ripe Grapes. When he walks,he moues
like an Engine,and the ground fhrinkes before his Trea¬
ding. He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye : Talkes
like a knell, and his hum is a Battery, He fits in his State,
as a thing made for Alexander. What he bids bee done,is
finifht with his bidding. He wants nothing of a God but
Eternity, and a Heauen to Throiie in.
Skin. Yes,mercy,if you report him truly-
Mene. I paint him in the Charailer. Mark what mer¬
cy his Mother fhall bring from him : There is no mere
mercy in him, then there is milke in a male-Tyger, that
fhall our poore City finde : and all this is long of you.
Skin. The Gods be good vnto vs.
Mene. No, in fuch a cafe the Gods will not bee good
vnto vs. When we banifh'd him, we refpefled not them :
and he returning to breake our necks, they refpeil not vs.
Enter a Mejfenger,
Mejf.
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Sir, ifyou'ld faueyour life, flye to your Houfe,
The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune,
And hale him vp and downe ; all fwearing, if
The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home,
They'l giue him death by Inches.
Enter another Mejfenger.
Sicin. What's the Newes ? (preuayl'd,
Mejf. Good Newes, good newes, the Iiadies haue
TheVolcians are dillodg'd, and Marths gone :
A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome,
No,not th'expulfion of the Tar quins.
Sicin. Friend, art thou certaine this is true ?
Is't moll certaine.
MeJ. As certaine as I know the Sun is fire :
Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it :
Ne're through an Arch fo hurried the blowne Tide,
As the recomforted through th'gates. Why harke you !
Trumpets, Hoboyes, Drums heate, altogether.
The Trumpets, Sack-buts, Pfalteries,and Fifes,
Tabors,and Symboles,and the Ihowting Romans;
Make the Sunne dance. Hearke you. Aßtout within
Mene. This is good Newes :
I will go meete the Ladies. This Volumnia,
Is worth of Confuís, Senators, Patricians,
A City full lOfTribunes fuch as you,
A Sea and Land full : you haue pray'd well to day !
This Morning, for ten thouland of your throates,
I'de not haue giuen a doit. Harke, how theyioy.
Soundßill with the Shouts.
Sicin. Firll, the Gods blefle you for your tydings :
Next,accept my thankefiilnefle.
Mejj'. Sir, we haue all great caufe to giue great thanks.
Sicin. They are neere the City.
MeJ. Almoft at point to enter.
&cin. Wee'l meet them, and helpe the ioy. Exeunt.
Enter two Senators, with Ladies s pafsing ouer
the Stage, with other Lords.
Sena. Behold our Patronnefle, the life of Rome :
Call all your Tribes together, praife the Gods,
And make triumphant fires, ftrew Flowers before them :
Vnlhoot the noife thatBanilh'd Martius-,
Repeale him, with the welcome of his Mother :
Cry welcome Ladies, welcome.
All. Welcome Ladies, welcome.
A Flourijh with Drummes & Trumpets.
Enter Tullus tAuffidias,wilh Attendants.
Auf. Go tell the Lords a'th'City, I am heere :
Deliuer them this Paper : hauing read it.
Bid them repayre to th'Market place, where I
£uen in theirs, and in the Commons eares
Will vouch the truth of it. Him I accufe :
The City Ports by this hath enter'd, and
Intends t'appeare before the People, hoping
To purge himfelfe with words. Difpatch.
Entern, or ^ Qonjpirators of Auffidius Fahiion.
Moll Welcome.
1.Cos. How is it with our General!
Auf. Euen fo,as with a man by his owne Almes im-
poyfon'd, and with his Charity llaine.
2.Cel.Moll Noble Sir, If you do hold the fame intent
Wherein you wilht vs parties : Wee'l deliuer you
Of your great danger.
Auf. Sir, I cannot tell.
627
We mull proceed as we do finde the People.
■^.Con. The People will remaine vncertaine, whil'll
'Twixt you there's difference : but the fall of either
Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all.
Auf. I know it:
And my pretext to ftrike at him, admits
A good conllruilion. I rais'd him, and I pawn'd
Mine Honor for his truth : who being fo heighten'd.
He watered his new Plants with deweS of Flatteryj
Seducing fo my Friends : and to this end.
He bow'd his Nature, neuer knowne beförb.
But to be rough, vnfwayable,and free.
■),.ConJp. Sir, his ftoutnefle
When he did Hand for Confull, which he loft
By lacke of Hooping.
Auf. That I would haue fpoke'of :
Being banilh'd for't, he came vnto my Harth,
Prelented to my knife his Throat : I tooke him,
.Made him ioynt-feruant with me : Gaue him way
In all Iris owne defires : Nay, let him choofe
Out of my Files, his proie¿ts,t6 accompli/h
My beft and freiheft men, feruM his defignements
In mine owne perfon : holpe to reape the Fame
Which he did end all his^ and tooke feme pride
To do my felfe this wrong : Till at the laft
I feemM his Follower, not Partner^ and
He wadg'd me with his Countenance,as if
I had bin Mercenary,
I,Con, So he did my Lord :
The Army marueyPd at it, and in the laft,
When he had carried Rome, and that we looked
For no lefle Spoile, then Glory.
u4uf. There was it :
For which my finewes íhall be ftretcht vpon him,
At a few drops of Womens rhewme, which are
Ascheape as Liesj he fold the Blood and Labour
Of our great Aélionj therefore íhall he dye,
And lie renew me in his fall. But hearke.
Drummes and Trumpets JoundsyVcitb great
ß>ovpts of the people.
r. Con. Your Natiue Towne you entered like a Pofte,
And had no welcomes home, but he returnes
Splitting the Ayre with noyfe.
z.Con. And patient Fooles,
Whofe children be hath flaine, their bafe throats teare
With giuing him glory.
3. Cöff» Therefore at your vantage,
Ere he exprefle himfelfe, or moue the people
With what he would fay, let him feele your Sword:
Which we will fécond, when he lies along
After your way. His Tale pronounced, /hall bury
His Rcafons, with his Body,
Auf Say no more. Heere come the Lords,
Enter the Lords of the City.
AH Lords. You are moft welcome home.
Auff» I haue not deferued it.
But worthy Lords, haue you with heede perufed
What I haue written to you?
AH. We haue.
J.Lord. And greeue to heareef:
What faults he made before the laft, I thinke
Might haue found eafte Fines : But there to end
Where he was to begin, and giue away
The benefit of our Leuies, anfwering vs
With our owne charge : making a Treatie, where
There was a yeeldingj this admits no excufe.
c c 3 Auf.
'The 'Tragedle of Qoriolanus.
3°
j4uf. He approaches, you ihall heare him.
Enter Coriolanus marching tvitb Drumme yOnd Colours^ The
Commoners being rvith him.
Corio, Haile Lords, I am returnM your Souldier :
No more infedted with my Countries loue
Then when I parted hence : but ftill fubfifting
Vnder your great Command, You are to know,
That profperoufly I haue attempted, and
With bloody paiTage led your Warres, cuen to
The gates of Rome î Our fpoiles we haue brought home
Doth more then counterpoize a full third part
The charges of the Aöion. We haue made peace
With no leiTe Honor to the Antiates
Then lhame to th'Romaines« And we heere deliuer
SubfcribM by'th'Confuls, and Patricians,
Together with the Scale a'th Senat, what
We haue compounded on,
jduf. Read it not Noble Lords,
But tell the Traitor in the higheft degree
He hath abused your Powers.
Corio. Traitor? How now?
I Traitor, Martim.
Corio. Martius ?
Auf. I Martiuéy Caius Martini : Do'ft thou thinke
He grace thee with that Robbery, thy ftolne name
Coriolantu in Corio les ?
You Lords and Heads a'th'State,perfidioufly
He ba's betray'd your bufineife ,and giuen vp
For certaine drops of Salt, your City Rome :
I fay your City to his Wife and Mother,
Breaking his Oath and Refolution, like
A twift of rotten Silke, neuer admitting
Counfaile a'th'warre : But at his Nurfes teares
He whin'd and roar'd away your Vidlory,
That Pages bluih'd at him, and men of heart
Look'd wond'ring each at others.
Corio. Hear'ft thou Mars ?
tAuf. Name not the God, thou boy of Teares.
Corio. Ha ?
Aufid. No more.
Corio. Meafurelefle Lyar, thou haft made my heart
Too great for what containes it. Boy? Oh Slaue,
Pardon me Lords, 'tis the firft time that euer
I was forc'd to fcouPd.Your iudgments my graue Lords
Muft giue this Curre the Lye : and his owne Notion,
Who weares my ftripes impreft vpon him, that
Muft beare my beating to his Graue, ihall loyne
To thruft the Lyevnto him.
I Lord. Peace both,and heare me fpeake.
Corio. Cut me to peeces Voices men and Lads,
Staine all your edges on me. Boy, falfe Hound ;
If you haue writ your Annales true, 'tis there,
That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat, I
Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioltu
Alone I did it, Boy.
*Auf. Why Noble Lords,
Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune,
Which was your lhame, by this vnholy Braggart?
'Fore your owne eyes,and eares?
e/á// Conjp. Let him dye for't.
AUPeople. Teare him to peeces, do it prefently ;
He kill'd mySonne, my daughter, he kill'd my Coline
MarcuSy he kill'd my Father.
2 Lord. Peace hoe : no outrage, peace :
The man is Noble,and his Fame folds in
This Orbe o'th'earth : His laft offences to vs
Shall haue Judicious hearing. Stand Auffidiuiy
And trouble not the peace.
Corio. O that I had him, with lix AuffidiuffesyOt mort ;
His Tribe, to vfe my lawfull Sword.
Auf. Infolent Villaine.
AllConJp. Kill,kilUkill,kill,kill him.
Dratf both the Conjpiratorsy and kjls cMartiuá y i»ho
falles, Auffidius ßands on him.
Lords. Hold, hold, hold,hold.
Auf My Noble Mailers, heare me fpeake,
x.Lord. O TuUm.
i..Lord. Thou haft done a deed, whereat
Valour will weepe.
^.Lord. Tread not vpon him Mailers,all be quiet^
Put vp your Swords.
Auf. My Lords,
When you ihall know (as in this Rage
Prouok'd by him, you cannotj the great danger
Which this mans life did owe you, you'l reioyce
That he is thus cut off. Pleafe it your Honours
To call me toyour Senate, He deliuer
My felfe your loyall Seruant, or endure
Your heauieft Cenfure.
i.Lord. Beare from hence his body,
And mourne you for him. Let him be regarded
As the moil Noble Coarfe, that euer Herald
Did follow to his Vrnc.
I.Lord. His owne impatience,
Takes from Auffidm a great part of blame :
Let's make the Baft ofit.
Auf. My Rage is gone,
And I am ftrucke with forrow. Take him vp :
Helpe three a'th'cheefeil Souldiers,Ile be one.
Beate thou the Drumme that it fpeake mournfully:
Traile your fteele Pikes. Though in thisCity hee
Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one,
Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury,
Yet he iliall haue a Noble Memory. Aflift.
Exeunt bearing the ^ody of Martim. A dead March
Sounded.
FINIS.
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31
The Lamentable Tragedy of
Titus Andronicus.
zÄcius 'T'rimus. Scœna 'Prima.
Flourißf, Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft jínd then
enter Saturninus and hü Follcvpers at one doore y
and ^ajsianuá and hü Fol/otrers at the
other y with Drum ¿T Colours*
Saturninuó»
Patricians, Patrons of my right,
Defend the iuftice of my Caufe with Armes.
Countrey-men, my louing Followers,
Pleade my Succellîue Title with your Swords.
I was the firll borne Sonne, that was the laft
That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome :
Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me.
Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie.
^afsiamtí. Romaines, Friends, Followers,
Fauourers of my Right :
If euer 'PajsianuSy Cafars Sonne,
Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome,
Kcepe then this paOage to the Capitoll :
And fuffer not Dilhonour to approach
Th'Imperiall Seate to Vertue ; confecrate
To luftice, Continence, and Nobility :
But let Defert in pure Election ihine j
And Romanes, fight for Freedome in your Choice.
Enter Mareta Andronkta aloft yvith the Croxrne*
Princes, that ftriue by Faffions, and by Friends,
Ambitioufly for Rule and Empery :
Know, that the people of Rome for whom we Rand
A fpeciall Party, haue by Common voyce
In Election for the Romane Emperie,
Chofen Andronkta, Sur-named Tktay
For many good and great deferts to Rome.
A Nobler man, a brauer Warriour,
Liues not this day within the City Walles.
He by the Senate is accited home^
From weary Wanes againft the barbarous Gothes,
That with his Sonnes (a terror to our Foes)
Hath yoakM a Nation ftrong, trainM vp in Armes.
Ten yeares are fpent, fince firft he vndertooke
This Caufe of Rome, and chafticed with Armes
Our Enemies pride. Fiue times he hath returnM
Bleeding to Rome, bearing his Valiant Sonnes
In Coffins from the Field.
And now at laft, laden with Honours Spoyles,
Retornes the good Andronkta to Rome,
Renowned Tittay flourilhing in Armes.
Let vs intreat, by Honour of his Name,
Whom (worthily) you would haue now fucceede.
And in the Capitoll and Senates right,
Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore,
That you withdraw you, and abate your Strength,
DifmiiTe your Followers, and as Suters Ihould,
Pleade your Deferts in Peace and HumbleneiTe,
Saturnine, How fayre the Tribune fpeakes.
To calme my thoughts.
Bajsia, (¿Mareta Andronktay fo I do affie
In thy vprightnefie and Integrity :
And fo I Loue and Honor thee, and thine,
Thy Noble Brother Tittay and his Sonnes,
And Her (to whom my thoughts are humbled all)
Gracious Lauiniay Romes rich Ornament,
That I will heere difmifie my louing Friends:
And to my Fortunes, and the Peoples Fauour,
Commit my Caufe in ballance to be weighed.
Exit Souldiours,
Saturnine, Friends, that haue beene
Thus forward in my Right,
I thanke you all, and heere Difmiftè you all,
And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey,
Commit my Seife, my Perfon, and the Caufe :
Rome, be as iuft and gracious vnto me,
As I am confident and kinde to thee.
Open the Gates, and let me in.
'Bafsia, Tribunes, and me, a poore Competitor.
Elourifh, They go vp into the Senat bou je.
Enter a Captalne,
Cap. Romanes make way : the good Andronktay
Patron of Vertue, Romes beft Champion,
Succeftefull in the Battailes that he fights.
With Honour and with Fortune is returned,
From whence he circumfcribed with his Sword,
And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome.
Sound Drummes and Trumpets* And then enter treo of Titus
Sonnes} After them^, ttvo men hearing a Coffin covered
Vfiith blacJ^By then irpo other Sonnes. After them, Tttta
Andronkta y and then Tamora the F^ueene of Gothes y &
her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrita y with tAaron the
Moor ey and others y as many as can bee*. They fet dovone the
Qoffittyûnd Titus Jpeal^s.
Andronicus. Hai le Rome t
Viflorious in thy Mourning Weedes :
Loe,
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32 'The Tragedle of
^oe as the Barke that hath diicharg'd his fraught,
Returnes with precious lading to the Bay,
From whence at firft ihe wegih'd her Anchorage :
Commeth Andronicué bound with Lawrell bowes,
To refalóte his Country with his teares,
Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome,
Thou great defender of this Capitoll,
Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend.
Romaines, of hue and twenty Valiant Sonnes,
Halte of the number that King Priam had,
Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead !
Thefe that Suruine,Jet Rome reward with Loue :
Thefe that I bring vnto their lateft home.
With buriall amongil their Aunceftors.
Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to iheath my Sword:
Tiitu vnkinde,and carelefle of thine owne.
Why fuffer*ft thou thy Sonnes vnburied yet,
To houer on the dreadful! ihore of Stix ?
Make way to lay them by their Bretheren.
They open the Tombe»
There greete in filence as the dead are wont,
And fleepe in peace, llaine in your Countries warres :
O facred receptacle of my ioyes.
Sweet Cell of vertue and Noblitie,
How many Sonnes of mine haft thou in ftore.
That thou wilt neuer render to me more f
Luc» Giue vs the proudeft prifoner of the Gothes,
That we may hew his limbes, and on a pile
Ad manu¿ fratrumy facrifice his flelh :
Before this earthly prifon of their bones.
That fo the ihadowes be not vnappeas'd,
Nor we difturb'd with prodigies on earth.
Tit. I giue him you,the Nobleft that Suruiues,
The eldeft Son of this diftreíTed Queene.
Stay Romaine Bretheren, gracious Conqueror,
Viélorious TituiyXwt the teares I ftied,
A Mothers teares in paiTion for her fonne :
And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee,
Oh thinke my fonnes to be as deere to mee.
Sufficeth not, that we are brought to Rome
To beautifie thy Triumphs, and returne
Captiue to thee, and to thy Romaine yoake,
But muft my Sonnes be flaughtred in the ftreetes,
For Valiant doings in their Countries caufe ?
O I If to fight for King and Common-weale,
Were piety in thine, it is in thefe :
Andronicuinot thy Tombe with blood.
Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods?
Draw neere them then in being merCifull.
Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge,
Thrice Noble T/i«j,fpare my firft borne fonne.
Tit. Patient your ielfe Madam, and pardon me.
Thefe are the Brethren, whom you Gothes beheld
Aliue and dead, and for their Bretheren ilaine,
Religioufly they aske a facrifice;
To this your fonne is markt, and die he muft,
T*appeafe their groaning ihadowes that are gone.
Luc, Away with him, and make a fire ftraight,
And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood,
Let's hew his limbes till they be cleane confum'd.
Exit Sonnes xpith Alarbus»
Tamo. O cruell irreligious piety»
Chi. Was euer Scythia hälfe fo barbarous f
Dem, Oppofe me Scythia to ambitious Rome,
Titus zÄndrontcus.
Alarbui goes to reft, and we furuiue.
To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes.
Then Madam ftand reroIu'd,but hope uithall,
The felfe fame Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy
With opportunitie of iharpe reuenge
Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent,
May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes,
(When Gothes were Gothes,and Tamora was Queene)
To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes.
Enter the Sonnes of Andronicui againe.
Luci. See Lord and Father, how we haue perform'd
Our Romaine r\%\ittSyAlarbu¿ limbs are lopt,
And intrals feede the facrififing fire,
Whofe fmoke like incenfe doth perfume the skie.
Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren,
And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome.
Tit. Let it be fo,and let Andronictu
Make this his lateft farewell to their foules.
Flouryh.
Then Sound Trumpets^and lay the Coffins in the Tombe.
In peace and Honour reft you heere my Sonnes,
Romes readieft Champions,repofe you heere in reft,
Secure from worldly chaunces and milhaps ;
Heere lurks no Treafon, heere no enuie fwels,
Heere grow no damned grudges, heere are no ftormes,
No noyfe, but filence and Eternall fleepe,
In peace and Honour reft you heere my Sonnes.
Enter Lauinta.
Laui. In peace and Honour,liue Lord Tttm long.
My Noble Lord and Father, liue in Fame :
Loe at this Tombe my tributarle teares,
I render for my Bretherens Obfequies ;
And at thy feete I kneele, with teares of ioy
Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome.
O bleíTe me heere with thy vi£Iorious hand,
Whofe Fortune Romes beft Citizens applau'd.
Ti. Kind Rome,
That haft thus louingly referu'd
The Cordial! of mine age to glad my hart,
Lauinta liue, out-liue thy Fathers dayes :
And Fames eternall date for vertues praife.
Marc. Long liue Lord Tituéy my beloued brother.
Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome.
Tit, Thankes'Gentle Tribune,
Noble brother Marcus.
Mar. And welcome', Nephews from fucceíFuII wars,
You that furuiue and you that fleepe in Fame:
Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all,
That in your Countries feruice drew your Swords.
But fafer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe,
Tlîat hath afpir'd to Solons Happines,
And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed.
Titus Andronicas,ythe^eop\cof Rome,
Whofe friend in iuftice thou haft euer bene,
Send thee by me their Tribune and their truft,
This Palliament of white and fpotlefle Hue,
And name thee in Eledftion for the Empire,
With thefe our late deceafed Emperours Sonnes :
Be Candidatics then,and putit on,
And helpe to fet a head on headlefle Rome.
Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits,
Then his that ihakes for age and feeblenefie:
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What íhould i d*on this Robe and trouble you.
Be chofen with proclamations to day,
To morrow yecid vp rule, refigne my li/e,
And let abroad new bufineflc for you all.
Rome I haue bene thy Souldier forty yeares,
And led my Countries llrength fucceíTefully,
And buried one and twenty Valiant Sonnes,
Knighted in Field, Haine manfully in Armes,
In right and Seruice of their Noble Countrie :
Giue me a ftaffe of Honour for mine age,
But not a Scepter to controule the world,
Vpright he held it Lords, that held itlaíf.
Ttttu^úioM íhalt obtaine and aslce the Emperie.
Sat* Proud and ambitious Tribune can'ft thou tell?
Tituá, Patience Prince Saíurninu¿.
Sat. Romaines do me right.
Patricians draw your Swords ,andiheath them not
Till Saturninui be Romes Emperour :
Andrwicui would thou wert ^ipt to hell,
Rather then rob me of the peoples harts.
ÎMC, Proud Saturnine^ interrupter of the good
That Noble minded Titus meanes to thee.
Tit * Content thee Prince,! will reftore to thee
The peoples harts, and wcane them from themrelue>k
^afs. Andronicus^l do not flatter thee
But Honour thee, and will doe till I die :
My Failion if thou ftrengthen with thy Friend ?
I will moft thankefull be,and thankes to men
OfNobJemindes,is Honourable Meede.
Titf People of Rome, and Noble Tribunes beere,
1 aslce your voyccs and your SuftVages,
Will you beftow them friendly on Androvicm}
Tribunes. To gratifie the good AndronicuSy
And Gratúlate his iafe returne to Rome,
The people will accept whom he admits.
Tit. Tribunes 1 thanke you,and this fure I make,
That you Create your Emperours eldeft fonne,
Lord Saturnineywhofe Vertues will I hope,
Refleâ on Rome as Tytans Rayes on earth,
And ripen luftice in this Common>weale :
Then if you will eledt by my aduife,
Crownc him, and fay : Long lioe our Empereur.
Mar. An. With Voyccs and applaufe of euery fort,
Patricians and Plebeans we Create
Lord Saturninus Romes Great Emperour,
And fay. Long Hue our Emperour Saturnine.
Along Flourißi till they come dorent,
Solu. Titus Andronicus yíox thy Fauours done.
To vs in our Eleâiion this day,
I giue thee thankes in part of thy Deferts,
And will with Deeds requite thy gentlenefle :
And for an Onfet Titus to aduance
Thy Name, and Honorable Familie,
Lauinia will I make my EmpreiTe,
Rome sRoyall Miftris,Miftris of my hart
And in the Sacred Patban her efpoufe :
Tell me Andronicus doth this motion pleafe thee f
Tit. It doth my worthy Lord, and in this match,
I hold me Highly Honoured of your Grace,
And heere in fight of Rome, to Saturnincy
King and Commander of our Common-weale,
The Wide-worlds Emperour, do I Confecrate,
My Sword,my Chariot, and my Prifonerss,
Prefents well Worthy Romes Imperial! Lord :
Rceeiue them then, the Tribute that I owe,
Mine Honours Enfignes humbled at my feete.
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Satu. Thankes Noble T/íkí,Father of my life,
How proud Í am of thee, and of thy gifts
Rome Ihall record,and when 1 do forget
The leaft of thefc vnfpeakable Deferts,
Romans forget your Fealtie to me.
Tit. Now Madam are your prifoner to an Emperour,
To him that for you Honour and your State,
Will vfe you Nobly and your followers.
Satu, A goodly Lady, truft me of the Hue
That I would choofe, were I to choofe a new :
Cleere vp Faire Queene that cloudy countenance.
Though chance of warre
Hath wrought this change of cheere,
Thou com'ft not to be made a fcorne in Rome :
Princely fliall be thy vfage euery way.
Reft on my word, and let not difcontent
Daunt all your hopes : Madam he comforts you,
Can make your Greater then the Queene of Gothes ?
Lauinia you are not difpleaf'd with this ?
Lau. Not I my Lord, fith true Nobilitie,
Warrants thefe words in Princely curtefie.
Sat, Thankes fweete Ljk/VíÍíz, Romans let vs gee:
RanfomlefTe heere we fet our Prifoners free,
Proclaime our Honors Lords with Trumpe and Drum.
Bajs, Lord Titus by your leaue,this Maid is mine.
Tit. How fir Í Are you in earneft then my Lord ?
BaJs. I Noble T/fttí,and refolu'd withall,
To doe my felfe this reafon, and this right.
Marc. Suumcuiquamy is our Romane luftice,
This Prince in luftice ceazeth but his owne.
Luc. And that he will and ihall, if LuciusXmt.
Tit. Traytors auant, where is the Emperours Guarde ?
Treafon my Lord,Li2a/«w is furpril 'd.
Sat. Surprif'd, by whom ?
Bafs. By him that iuftly may
Beare his Betroth'd,from all the world away.
Muti. Brothers heipe to conuey her hence away,
And with my Sword He keepe this doore fafe.
Tit. Follow my Lord,and He foone bring her backe.
Mut. My Lord you palTe not heere.
Tit. What villaine Boy, bar'ft me my way in Rome ?
Mut: Helpe Lar/zAí helpe. He ¡^Is him,
Luc, My Lord you are vniuft,and more then fo,
In wrongftill quarrell, you haue flalne your fon.
Tit. Nor thou, nor he are any fonnes of mine,
My fonnes would neuer fo diihonour me.
Traytor reftore Lauinia to the Emperour.
Luc. Dead if you will, but not to be his wife,
That is anothers lawfull promift Loue.
Enter alojt the Emperour reith Tamara and her treo
Jonnesyand Aaron the Moore.
Empe, No T/Vai,no,the Emperour needs her not,
Nor her, nor thee, nor any of thy ftocke î
He truft by Leifure him that mocks me once.
Thee neuer : nor thy Trayterous haughty fonnes,
Confederates all, thus to diihonour me.
Was none in Rome to make a ftale
But Saturnine ? Full well Andronicus
Agree thefe Deeds, with that proud bragge of thine,
That faid'ft,I beg'd the Empire at thy handsj
Tit, O monftrous,what reproachfiill words are thefe ?
Sat. But goe thy wayes,goe giue that changing peece,
To him that fiourilhc for her with his Sword :
A Valliant fonne in-law thou lhalt enioy :
One,fit to bandy with thy lawleife Sonnes,
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To ruffle in the Commow-wealth of Rome.
77V. Thefe words are Razors to my wounded hart.
Sat, And therefore louely Tamora Queene of Gothes,
That like the ffately Tbebe mong'ft her Nimphs
Doff ouer-lhine the Gallant'ft Dames of R ome,
If thou be pleaf'd with this my fodaine choyfe,
Behold I choofe thee Tamora for my Bride,
And will Create thee Empreffe of Rome.
Speake Queene of Goths doff thou applauM my choyfe ?
And heere I fweare by all the Romaine Gods,
Sith Prieft and Holy-water are fo neere.
And Tapers burnefo bright, and euery thing
In readines for Hymeneui ftand,
I will not refalute the ftreets of Rome,
Or clime my PaIl3ce,tiU from forth this place,
I leade efpouPd my Bride along with me.
Tamo, And heere in fight of heauen to Rome I fweare,
If Saturnine aduance the Queen of Gothes,
Shee will a Hand-maid be to his delires,
A louing Nurfe, a Mother to his youth.
Satur, Afcend Faire Qeene,
Panthean Lords, accompany
Your Noble Emperour and his louely Bride,
Sent by the heauens for Prince Saturnine,
Whofe wifedome hath her Fortune Conquered,
There fhall we Confummate our Spoufall rites.
Tixeunt omnes.
Tit, I am not bid to waite vpon this Bride;
Tituó when wer*t thou wont to walke alone,
Diihonoured thus and Challenged of wrongs ?
Enter ^Marcm and Tutu Sonnet,
Mar O Tum fee ! O fee what thou haft done!
In a bad quarrell ,flaine a Vertuous fonne.
Tit. No fooliih Tribune, no ; No fonne of mine,
Nor thou, nor thefe Confedrates in the deed.
That hath diihonoured all our Family,
Vnworthy brother, and vnworthy Sonnes.
Lud. But let V9 giue him buriall as becomes :
Giue cMutius buriall with our Bretheren.
Tit, Traytors away,he reft's not in this Tombe :
This Monument fiue hundreth yeares hath flood,
Which I haue Sumptuoufly re-edified :
Heere none but Souldiers, and Romes Seruitors,
Repofe in Fame : None bafely fiaine in braules.
Bury him where you can, he comes not heere.
Mar» My Lord this is impiety in you,
My Nephew zMutius deeds do plead for him.
He muft be buried with his bretheren.
Titus ttfo Sonnes fpea^es.
And íhall,or him we will accompany.
Ti, And fliall ! What villaine was it fpake that word f
Titus fonne Jpeai^s.
He that would vouched it in any place but heere.
Tit. What would you bury him in my defpight?
Mar, No Noble TzVwr,but intreat of thee,
To pardon Mutius, and to bury him.
Tit. Marcus, Euen thou hafl ftroke vpon my Creft,
And with thefe Boyes mine Honour thou haft wounded,
My foes I doe repute you euery one.
So trouble me no more, but get you gone.
\.Sonne, He is not himfelfe.let vs withdraw.
z.^nnt. Not I tell Mutius bones be burred.
The brother and the fonnes f^eele.
Mar. Brother, for in that name doth nature pleaM.
I.Sonne. Father, and in that name doth nature fpeake.
Tit. Speake thou no more if all the reft will fpeede.
uMar, Renowned Titus more then hälfe my foule.
Luc. Deare Father, foule and fubftance of vs all.
cMar, Suffer thy brother Marcus to interre
His Noble Nephew heere in vermes neft.
That died in Honour and Lauinm s caufe.
Thou art a Romaine, be not barbarous:
The Greekes vpon aduife did bury Aiax
That flew himfelfe : And Laertes fonne,
Did gracioufly plead for his Funerals :
Let not young Mutius then that was thy ioy,
Be bar*d his entrance heere.
Tit. Rife Marcus,T\it,
The difmairft day is this that ere I faw,
To be diflionored by my Sonnes in Rome:
Well,bury him,and bury me the next.
They put him in the Tombe.
Luc, There lie thy bones fweet Mutius with thy
Till we with Trophees do adorne thy Tombe, (friends
They all bneele and Jay.
No man /hed teares for Noble Mutius,
He lilies in Fame, thatdi'd in vertues caufe. Exit.
Mar» My Lord to flep out of thefe fudden dumps,
How comes it that the fubtile Queene of Gothes,
Is of a fodaine thus aduanc'd in Rome ^
Ti. I know not Marcus : but I know it is,
(Whether by deuife or no) the heauens can tell.
Is ihe not then beholding to the man,
That brought her for this high good turne fo farre ?
Yes, and will Nobly him remunerate.
Flourfh.
Enter the Emperor, Tamora, and her two Jons, ndth the Moore
at one doore. Enter at the other doore 'Eafsianm and
Lauinia "with others.
Sat. So Bafsianus,yon haue plaid your prize,
God giue you ioy fir of your Gallant Bride.
Bajs. And you of yours my Lord : I fay no more,
Nor wifli no lefle,and fo I take my leaue.
Sat, Traytor,if Rome haue law, or we haue power,
Thou and thy Fadlion ihall repent this Rape.
^afs. Rape call you it my Lord, to ceafe my owne,
My true betrothed Loue, and now my wife f
But let the lawes of Rome determine all,
Meane while I am pofieft of that is mine.
Sat. 'Tis good fir : you are very ihort with vs.
But if we liue, weele be as lharpe with you.
BaJs. My Lord, what I haue done as beft I may,
Anfwere I muft, and lhall do with my life,
Onely thus much I giue your Grace to know.
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This Noble Gentleman Lord Turn heere.
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd.
That in the refcue of Lauinia,
With his owne hand did flay his youngeft Son,
In zeale to you, and highly mou'd to wrath.
To be controul'd in that he frankly gaue :
Receiue him then to fauour Saturnine,
That hath expre'ft himfelfe in all his deeds,
A Father and a friend to thee,and Rome.
Tit. Prince BafsianusXezu^ to plead my Deeds,
'Tis thou, and thofe, that haue diihonoured me,
Rome and the righteous heauens be my judge.
How I haue lou'd and Honour'd Saturnine.
Tarn, My worthy Lord if euer Tamora,
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Were gracious in thofe Princely eyes of thine,
Then heare me fpeake IndifTerently for all :
And at my fute ( fweet ) pardon what is part.
Satu. What Madam, be dilhonoured openly.
And bafely put it vp without reuenge ?
Tarn. Not fo my Lord,
The Gods of Rome for-tend,
I Ihould be Authour to dilhonouryou.
But on mine honour dare, 1 vndertalce
For good Lord Ti'rua innocence in all :
Whofe fiiry not dilTembled fpeakes his griefes:
Then at my fute looke gracioufly on him,
Loofe not fo noble a friend on vaine fuppofe.
Nor with fowre lookes affllâ his gentle heart.
My Lord, be rul'd by me, be wonne at laft,
DilTemble all your griefes and difcontents.
You are but newly planted in your Throne,
Leaft then the people, and Patricians too,
Vpon a iuil furuey take Tum part.
And fo fuppiant vs for ingratitude.
Which Rome reputes to be a hainous fin ne.
Veeld at intreats, and then let me alone :
He finde a day to mafiacre them all.
And race their fa£iion,and their familie.
The cruell Father, and his trayt'rous fonnes.
To whom 1 fued for my deare fonnes life.
And make them know what 'tis to let a Queene.
Kneele in the ftreetes,and beg for grace in vaine.
Come,come,fweet Emperour, (come Andronicm)
Take vp this good old man, and cheere the heart.
That dies in tempeft of thy angry frowne.
King. Rife Tim,x\(t,
My Emprefie hath preuail'd.
7itu¡. I thanke your Maieftie,
And her my Lord.
Thefe words, thefe lookes,
Infiife new life in me.
7amt>. Tttui, I am incorparate in Rome,
A Roman now adopted happily.
And muft aduife the Emperour for his good.
This day all quarrels die Androntcus.
And let it be mine honour good my Lord,
That I haue reconcil'd your friends and you.
For you Prince Sajsianus,! haue paft
My word and promife to the Emperour,
That you will be more milde and tradbable.
And feare not Lords :
And you Lauinia,
By my aduife all humbled on your knees.
You fiiall aske pardon of his Maieftie.
Sern. We doe.
And vow to heauen, and to his Highnes,
That what we did, was mildly, as we might,
Tendring our fifters honour and our owne.
Mar, That on mine honour heere I do proteft.
King. Away and taike not, trouble vs no more.
Tamara, Nay, nay.
Sweet Emperour, we muft all be friends.
The Tribune and his Nephews kneele for grace,
1 will not be denied, fweet hart looke back.
King. Marcus,
For thy fake and thy brothers heere.
And at my louely Tamara s intreats,
I doe remit thefe young mens haynous faults.
Stand vp : Lnurnrd, though you left me like a churle,
1 found a friend, and fure as death 1 fware,
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I would not part a Batchellour from the Prieft.
Come, if the Empereurs Court can feaft two Brides,
You are my gueft Lauinia, and your friends :
This dayfiiall be a Loue-day Tamara.
Tit. T0 morrow and it pleafe your Maieftie,
To hunt the Panther and the Hare with me.
With home and Hound,
Weele giue your Grace Ban iaur,
Satur, Be it fo Tina, and Gramercy to. Exeunt.
ASlus Secunda.
Flouryh. Enter Aaron ahne,
Aron» Now climbeth Ttfwortf Olympus toppe,
Safe out of Fortunes Dtot, and fits aloft,
Secure of Thunders cracke or lightning flafli,
Aduanc'd about pale enuies threarning reach :
As when the goldenSunne falutes the morne,
And hauing gilt the Ocean with hisbeames,'
Gallops the Zodiacke in his gliftering Coach,
And ouer-lookes the higheil plering hills :
%t3^,Tamoras
Vpon her wit doth earthly honour waite,
And vertue Hoopes and trembles at her frowne.
Thtn Aaron arme thy hart,and fit thy thoughts,
To mount aloft with thy Emperiall MiHris,
And mount her pitch, whom thou in ttiumph long
HaH prifoner held, fettred in amorous chaines,
And fafter bound to Aarons charming eyes.
Then is Prometbeuá ti*de to Caucajus.
Away with iliuifh weedes,and idle thoughts,
I will be bright and fhine in Pearie and Gold,
To waite vpon this new made EmprefTe.
To waite faid I 'i To wanton with this Queene,
This Goddefle, this Semerimùy this Queene,
This Syren,that will charme Romes Saturnine^
And fee his íhipwracke,and his Common weales.
Hollo, what ftorme is this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius brauing.
Dem. Chiron thy yeres wants wit, thy wit wants edge
And manners to intru'd where I am grac'd,
And may for ought thou know'ft afîedted be.
Chi. DemetriusyÚíOM doo'ft ouer-weene in all,
And fo in this, to beare me downe with braues,
*Tis not the difference of a yeere or two
Makes me leTe gracious, or thee more fortunate :
] am as able,and as Ac,as thou,
To ferue,and to deferue my Miftris grace,
And that my fword vpon thee fhall approue.
And plead my paifionsfor Lauinia s loue.
,/^;'o/7.Clubs,clubs, thefe louers will not keep the peace.
Dem. Why Boy,although our mother (vnaduifed)
Gaue you a daunfíng Rapier by your fide,
Are you fo defperate growne to threat your friends?
Goe too : haue your Lath glued within your fheath,
Till you know better how to handle it.
Chi. Meane while fir, with the little skill I haue,
Full well fhalt thou perceiue how much I dare.
Derne. 1 Boy,grow ye fo braue í They dravpe.
Aron. Why how now Lords?
So nere the Emperours Pallace dare you draw,
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And maintaine Tuch a quarrell openly?
Full well J wote, the ground of all this grudge.
1 would not for a million*of Gold,
The caufe were knowne to them it moft concernes.
Nor would your noble mother for much more
Be fo diihonored in the Court of Rome;
For ihame put vp.
Derne. Not I, till I haue flieathM
My rapier in his bofome,and withall
Thruft thefe reprochfull fpeeches downe his throat,
That he hath breath'd in my diihonour heere.
Cbi. For that 1 am prepared, and full refoIu*d,
Foule fpoken Coward,
That thundreft with thy tongue,
And with thy weapon nothing dar'ft performe.
.^ron, A way 1 fay.
Now by the Gods that warlike Gothes adore.
This pretty brabble will vndoo vs all ;
Why Lords,and thinke you not how dangerous
It is to fet vpon a Princes right ?
What is Lauinia then become fo loofe,
Or Bajsiantu fo degenerate.
That for her loue fuch quarrels may be broacht.
Without contróulement, luftice, or reuenge ?
Young Lords beware, and ihould the Emprefle know.
This difcord ground, the muûcke would not pleafe.
Cbi. I care not I, knew ihe and all the world,
I loue Lauinia more then all the world.
Demet. Youngling,
Learne thou to make fome meaner choife,
Lauinia is thine elder brothers hope.
Aron. Why are ye mad ? Or know ye not in Rome,
How furious and impatient they be.
And cannot brooke Competitors in loue ?
I tell you Lords, you doe but plot your deaths,
By this deuife.
Cbi, Aaron^z thoufand deaths would I propofe.
To atchieue her whom I do loue.
Aron. Toatcheiueher,how?
Derne. Why,mak'ft thou it fo ftrange ?
Shee isa woman,therefore may be wooM,
Shee is a woman, tlrerfore may be wonne,
Shee is L<3«í«Íí7 therefore muft be louM.
What man, more water glideth by the Mill
Then wots the Miller of, and eaile ¡t is
Of a cut loafe to fteale a Ihiue we know :
Though Bafsianus be the Emperours brother.
Better then he haue worne Vulcant badge,
Aron, I, and as good as Saturnim may.
Derne. Then why ihould he difpaire that knowes to
With words, faire lookes, and liberality: (court it
What hall not thou full often drucke a Doe,
And borne her cleanly by the Keepers nofe í
Aron. Why then it ieemes fome certaine fnatch or fo
Would feme your turnes.
Chi. I fo the turne were ferued.
Derne, Aaron thou hail hit it,
Aron, Would you had hit it too,
Then ihould not we be tir'd with this adoo;
Why harke yee, harke yee, aud are you fuch fooles.
To fquare for this f Would it oftend you then ?
Cbi. Faith not me.
Derne. Nor me,fo I were one,
Aron. For ihame be friends, & ioyne foi that you iar :
'Tis polHcie, and ilratageme muft doe
That you áfte¿l,and fo muft you refolue,
That what you cannot as you would atcheiue,
You muft perforce accompiifti as you may:
Take this of me,Lucrece was not more chaft
Then this Lauinia, BaJsianusXouf,
A fpeedier courfe this lingring languiOiment
Muft we purfue, and I haue lound the path :
My Lords, a folemne hunting is in hand.
There will the louely Roman Ladles troope :
The Forreft walkes are wide and fpacious,
And many vnfrequented plots there are.
Fitted by kinde for rape and villanie :
Single you thither then this dainty Doe,
And ftrike her home byforce,if not by words:
This way or not at all, ftand you in hope.
Come,come,our EmpreiTe with herfacredwit
To villainie and vengance confecrate.
Will we acquaint with all that we Intend,
And ihe ihall file our engines with aduife,
That will not iuffer you to fquare your felues,
But to your wiihes height aduance you both.
The Emperours Court is like the houfe of Fame,
The pallace full of tongues, of eyes, of earcs :
The Woods are mthlefle, dreadfu 11,dcafe, and dull :
There rpeake,and ftrike braue Boyes, & take your turnes.
There ferue your lufts, ihadow'd from heauens eye,
And reuell in Lauhia^s Treafurie.
Cbi» Thy counfell Lad fmells of no cowardife.
^eme. Sy fasaut nefas, till 1 finde the ftreames,
To coole this heat, a Charme to calme their fits,
Per Stigia per manes Vebor, Exeunt.
Enter Titus Andronicus and his three fonnes, making a noyje
rtfitb bounds and bornes, and charcas»
Tit. The hunt Is vp, the morne Is bright and gray,
The fields are fragranr, and the Woods are greene,
Vncouple heere, and let vs make a bay.
And wake the Emperour, and his louely Bride,
And rouze the Prince, and ring a hunters peale,
That all the Court may eccho with the noyfe.
Sonnes let it be your charge, as it is ours.
To attend the Emperours perfon carefully :
I haue bene troubled in my fteepe this night.
But dawning day new comfort hath infpir'd.
Winde Homes.
Heere a cry of boundes, and tvinde bornes in a peak,then
Enter Saturninus, Tamara, 'Baffianus, Lauinia, Chiron, De¬
metrius,and their Attendants,
Ti, Many good morrowes to your Maieftie, ]
Madam to you as manyand as good.
I promifed your Grace, a Hunters peale.
Satur, And you haue rung it luftily my Lords,
Somewhat to earely for new married Ladies.
Bafs. Lauinia, how fay you ?
Laui. 1 fay no :
I haue bene awake two houres and more,
Satur. Come on then, horfe and Chariots letvs haue,
And to our fport : Madam, now ihall ye fee.
Our Romaine hunting.
Mar. I haue dogges my Lord,
Will rouze the proudeft Panther in the Chafe,
And clime the higheft Pomontary top.
Tit, And I haue horfe will follow where the game
Makes way, and runnes likes Swallowes ore. the plaine
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Derne* Chiron we hunt not we, with Horfe nor Hound
But hope to plucke a dainty Doe to ground. Exeunt
Enter Aaron alone.
Aron. He that had wit, would thinke that I had none,
To bury fo much Gold vnder a Tree,
And neuer after to inherit it.
Let him that thinks of me fo abieélly.
Know that this Gold muft coinea ftratageme,
Which cunningly effected, will beget
A very excellent peece of villany :
And fo repofe fweet Gold for their vnreft.
That haue their Almes out of the EmpreiTe Cheft.
Enter Tatnora to the Moore.
Tamo. My louely Aaron^
Wherefore look*ft thou fad.
When euery thing doth make a Gleefull boaft ?
The Birds chaunt melody on euery buih.
The Snake lies rolled in the chearefull Sunne,
The greene leaues quiuer.with the cooling winde,
And make a cheker*d ihadow on the ground :
Vnder their fweete ùi^iàtytAaron let vs lit,
And whiPft the babling Eccho mock's the Hounds,
Replying ihrilly to the well tun'd-Hornes,
As if a double hu nt were heard at once,
Let vs (it downe, and marke their yelping noyfe:
And after conñi¿t, fuch as was fuppos'd.
The wandring Prince and Dido once enioy'd.
When with a happy ftorme they were furpris'd,
And Curtain'd with a Counfaile-keeping Caue,
We may each wreathed in the others armes,
(Our paftimes done) poíTeíTe a Golden (lumber.
Whiles Hounds and Homes, and fweet Melodious Birds
Be vnto vs, as is a Nurfes Song
Of Lullabie,to bring her Babe aileepe.
Aron. Madame,
Though Venus gouerne your delires,
Saturne i s Dominator ouer mine :
What (igniftes my deadly ftanding eye,
My (iience,and my Cloudy Melancholie,
My fleece of Woolly haire, that now vncurles,
Euen as an Adder when (he doth vnrowle
To do fome fatal! execution ?
No Madam,thefe are no Veneriall lignes,
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand.
Blood, and reuenge, are Hammering in my head.
Harke Tamoray the EmpreiTe of my Soule,
Which neuer hopes more heauen ,then refts in thee.
This is the day of Doome for Bajsianus^
His Philomel muft loofe her tongue to day.
Thy Sonnes make Pillage of her Chaftiiy,
And walh their hands in BaJJianus blood.
Seeftthou this Letter, take it vp I pray thee,
And giue the King this fatall plotted Scrowle,
Now queftion me no more, we are efpied,
Heere comes a parceil of our hopeful! Booty,
Which dreads not yet their liues deftruftion.
Enter 'EaJJtanus and Lauinia.
Tamo. Ah my fweet cdMoore'.
Sweeter to me then life.
Aron. No more great BaJJianus comt%y
Be crofle with him, and He goe fetch thy Sonnes
To backe thy quarrell what fo ere they be,
Baß. Whom haue we hcere.?
Romes Royall EmpreiTe,
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Vnfurniíht of our well befeeming troope ?
Or is it Dian habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy Grones,
To fee the generali Hunting in thisForreft?
Tamo. Sawcie controuler of our priuate fteps:
Had I the power, that Tome fay Dian had,
Thy Temples Ihould be planted prefently.
With Homes, as was Aêïeonsy and the Hounds
Should driue vpon his new transformed limbes,
Vnmannerly Intruder as thou art.
Laut, Vnder your patience gentle EmpreiTe,
'Tis thought you haue a goodly gift in Horning,
And to be doubted ,that your Moore and you
Are llngled forth to try experiments :
loue Iheild your husband from his Hounds to day,
'Tis pitty they Ihould take him for a Stag.
Baß, Beleeue me Queene,your fwarth Cymerion,
Doth make your Honour of his bodies Hue,
Spotted,detefted,and abhominable.
Why are you fequeftred from all your traîne ?
Difmounted from your Snow-white goodly Steed,
And wandred hither to an obfcure plot,
Accompanied with a barbarous Moore^
If foule delire had not conducted you ?
Laut, And being Intercepted in your fport.
Great reafon that my Noble Lord, be rated
For SaucinelTe, I pray you let vs hence,
And let her ioy her Rauen coloured loue,
This valley fits the purpofe palTing well.
Baß. The King my Brother lhall haue notice of this.
Laui. I, for thefe Hips haue made him noted long.
Good King, to be fo mightily abufed.
Tatnora. Why I haue patience to endure all this?
Enter Chiron and Demetrius,
T)em. How now deere Soueraigne
And our gracious Mother,
Why doth your Highnes looke fo pale and wan ?
Tamo. Haue I not reafon thinke you to looke pale.
Thefe two haue tic'd me hither to this place,
A barren, detefted vale you fee it is.
The Trees though Sommer,yet forlorne and leane,
Ore-come with MolTe,and balefull Miflelto.
Heere neuer ihines the Sunne,heere nothing breeds,
VnleiTe the nightly Owle,or fatall Rauen:
And when they (hew'd me this abhorred pit.
They told me heere at dead time of the night,
A thoufand Fiends,a thoufand hilTmg Snakes,
Ten thoufand fwelling Toades,as many Vrchins,
Would make fuch fearefull and confuTed cries,
As any mortall body hearing it,
Should ftraite fall mad,or eife die fuddenly.
No fooner had they told this helii/h tale,
But ftrait they told me they would binde me heere,
Vnto the body ofa difmall yew,
And leaue me to this miferable death.
And then they call'd me foule AdulterelTe,
Lafciuious Goth, and all the bittereft tearmes
That euer eare did heare to fuch effe<ft.
And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed :
Reuenge it,as you loue your Mothers life,
Or be ye not henceforth cal'd my Children,
T)em* This is a witnefle that I am thy jîah him.
Chi. And this for me,
Strook home to (hew my ftrength.
Laut. I come , nay Barbarous Tiiworj.
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For no name fits thy nature but thy owne.
Tarn. Giue me thy poyniard, you ihal know my boyes
Your Mothers hand ihali right your Mothers wrong,
Derne» Stay Madam heere is more belongs to her,
Flrft thraih the Corne, then after burne the itraw :
This Minion ftood vpon her chafiicy,
Vpon her Nuptiall vow, her loyaltie.
And with that painted hope,braues your MightinelTe,
And ihall ihe carry this vnto her graue?
Chi. And if ihe doe,
I would 1 were an Eunuch,
Drag hence her husband to fome fecret hole,
And make his dead Trunke-Pillow to our luft.
Tamo. But when ye haue the hony we defire,
Let not this Wafpe out-liue vs both to fting.
Chir, 1 warrant you Madam we will make that furc:
Come Miftris, now perforce we will enioy,
That nice-preferued honefty ofyours.
Laut» Oh Tamara,thou bear'ft a woman face.
Tamo^ I will not heare her rpeake,away with her.
Laut» Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word .
Demet., Liften faire Madam,let it be your glory
To fee her teares,but be your hart to them,
As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine.
Laut. When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam?
O doe not learne her wrath,ihe caughtit thee,
The milke thou fuck'ft from her did turne to Marble,
Euen at thy Teat thou had'ft thy Tyranny,
Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,
Do thou intreat her ihew a woman pitty.
Chiro. What,
Would'ft thou haue me proue my felfe a baftard ?
Laut. 'Tis true,
The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke,
Yet haue I heard,Oh could 1 finde it now.
The Lion mou'd with pitty,did indure
To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away*
Some fay, that Rauens fofter forlorne children,
The whirft their owne birds famifli in their neftsî
Oh be to me though thy hard hart fay no.
Nothing fo kind but fomething pittifull.
Tamo» I know not what it meanes,away with her.
Lautn. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers fake,
That gaue thee life when well he might haue ilaine thee:
Be not obdurate, open thy deafe eares.
Tamo. Had'ft thou in perfon nere offended me.
Euen for his fake am I pittileiTe:
Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine.
To faue your brother from the facrifice.
But fierce Androntcui would not relent,
Therefore away with her,andvfe heras you will,
The werfe to her, the better lou'd of me.
Laut. Oh Tamara,
Be calTd a gentle Queene,
And with thine owne hands kill me in this place,
For'tis not life that I haue beg'd fo long,
Poore I was flaine, when Bajßantu dy'd.
Tam. What beg'ft thou then ? fond woman let me go ?
Laut. 'Tis prefent death 1 beg,and one thing more,
That womanhood denies my tongue to tell :
Oh keepe me from their worfe then killing luft,
And tumble me into fome loachfome pit.
Where neuer mans eye may behold my body.
Doe this, and be a charitable murderer.
Tam. So ihould I rob my fweet Sonnes of their fee,
No let them fatiffie their luft on thee.
Deme. A way.
For thou haft ftaid vs heere too long.
Lauinia» No Garace,
No womanhood ? Ah beaftly creature.
The blot and enemy to our general! name,
Confufion fall
Chi. Nay then lie ftop your mouth
Bring thou her husband,'
This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him.
Tam. Farewell my Sonnes,fee that you make her furc,
Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed,
Till all the Audronici be made away :
Now will I hence to feeke my louely Moore,
And let my fpleenefull Sonnes this Trull defioure. Exit»
Enter Aaron rvith typo ofTtttu Sonnes.
Aran» Come on my Lords, the better foote before,
Straight will 1 bring you to the lothfome pit.
Where 1 efpied the Panther faft afteepe.
Qjdn» My fight is very dull what ere it bodes.
Marti. And mine I promife you, were it not for ihame,
Well could 1 leaue our fport to lleepe a while.
Sluin. What art thou fallen ?
What fubtile Hole is this,
Whofe mouch is couercd with Rude growing Briers,
Vpon whoie leaues are drops of new-(hed-blood,
As ffefh as mornings dew diftil'd on flowers,
A very fatall place it feemes to me:
Speake Brother haft thou hurt cheew'ith the
Martitu. Oh Brother,
With the difmal'ft cbieit
That euer eye with fight made heart lament.
Aron. Now will 1 fetch the King to finde them heere,
That he thereby may haue a likely geffe,
How thefe were they that made away his Brother.
6xit Aaron.
Marti. Why deft not comfort me and helpe mc out.
From this vnhallow'd and blood-ftained Hole?
£luiníu¿» I am furprifed with an vncouth feare,
A chilling fweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts,
My heart fufpeils more then mine eie can fee,
Marti. To proue thou haft a true diuining heart,
Aaron and thou locke downe into this den,
And fee a fearefull fight of blood and death.
^luintus* Aaron is gone,
And my compaflionate heart
Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by furmifeî
Oh tell me how it is, for nere till now
Was 1 a child, to feare I know not what.
Marti. Lord ^ajfianué lies embrewed heere,
All on a heape like to the ftaughtred Lambe,
In this detefted, darke,blood.drinking pit«
IMt be darke,how dooft thou know'tis he?
Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth wearc
A precious Ring,that lightens all the Hole :
Which like a Taper in fome Monument,
Doth ftiine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes.
And ihewes the ragged intrailesof the pit;
So pale did /bine the Moone on Eiramtu,
When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden b lood:
O Brother helpe me with thyfainting hand.
If feare hath made thee faint, as mee it hath,
Out of this fell deuouring receptacle,
As hatefull as Ocitus miftie mouth.
Quint, Reach me thy hand, that I may helpe thee out,
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wanting ftrength to doe thee fo much good,
1 may be pluckt into the fwallowing wombe,
Of this deepe pit, poore '^a/sianuá graue î
I haue no ftrength to plucke thee to the brinke.
Mariiui.'Sor I no ftrength to dime without thy help.
Thy hand once more, Í will not loofe againe,
Till thou art hecre aloft, or I below,
Thou can*ft not come to me, I come to thee, '^othsfall in.
Enter the Emperour, Aaron the croare,
Satur. Along with me, He fee what hole is heere.
And what he is that now is leapt into it.
Say, who art thou that lately did^ft defcend,
into this gaping hollow of the earth ?
Marti. The vnhappie fonne of old AndronicuSy
Brought hither in a moii vnluckie houre,
To finde thy brother Bajsianué dead.
Satur, My brother dead P1 know thou doft but iell,
He and his Lady both are at the Lodge,
Vpon the Nonh-fide of this pleafant Chafe,
*Tis not an houre fince I left him there.
eMarti, We know not where you left him all aliue,
But out alas, heere haue we found him dead*
Enter Hamor a y Andronicus yond Luciué »
tamo. Where is my Lord the King ?
i^/Äg.Heere T^rwor^, though grieu'd with killing griefe,
tarn. Where is thy brother ßafsianM?
King Now to the bottome doft thou fearch my wound,
Poore ^afs'tanus heere lies murthered.
tarn. Then all too late 1 bring this fatall writ,
The complot of this timeleíTe Tragédie,
And wonder greatly that mans face can fold,
In pleafing fmiies fuch murderous Tyrannie.
She giuetb Saturnine a Letter,
Saturninus reads the Letter,
And if ve mijfe to meete him hanfomely,
Street buntjmanyBaJJianus^tis me meanty
Doe thou fo much oi dig the graue for bimy
thou ¡{nom'fl cur meaning y loo^e for thy remard
Among the Nettles at the Elder treex
\^hich ouer-Jhades the mouth of that fame pit :
me decreed fo bury Baffianuss
Doe this and purcbafe 'us thy laßing friends.
King. Oh tamoroy was euer heard the like ?
This is the pit,and this the Elder tree,
Looke firs, if you can finde the huntfman out.
That ihould haue murthered ^ajsiamu heere.
Aron. My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold.
King. Two of thy wbelpes, fell Curs of bloody kind
Haue beere bereft my brother of his life ;
Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prifon,
There let them bide vntiil we haue deuis*d
Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them,
tamo. What are they in this pit,
Oh wondrous thing !
How eafily murder is difcouered ?
tit. High Emperour, vpon my feeble knee,
Ibeg this boone, with teares, not lightly Ihed,
That this fell fault of my accurfed Sonnes,
Accurfed,if the faults be prou*d in them.
King, if it be prouM ? you fee it is apparant,
Who found this Letter, tamora was it you ?
Tamora. Andronicuá himfelfe did take it vp.
tit. I did my Lord,
Yet let me be their baile.
For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow
They Ihall be ready at yout Highnes will,
To anfwere their fufpition with their liues.
King. Thou lhalt not baile them, fee thou follow me:
Some bring the murthered body,fome the murtherers,
Let them not fpeake a word, the guilt is plaine,
For by my foule, were there worfe end then death,
That end vpon them ihould be executed.
tamo. Andronkus I will entreat the King,
Feare not thy Sonnes, they ihall do well enough.
tit. Come Lucius come,
Stay not to talke with them. Exeunt.
Enter the Emprejfe Sonnes, mith Lautnia, her hands cut off and
her tongue cut out y and rauijht.
Derne. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can fpeake,
Who t'was that cut thy tongue and rauiiht thee.
Chi. Write downe thy mind, bewray thy meaning fo,
And if thy ftumpes will let thee play the Scribe.
Dem. See how with fignes and tokens ihe can icowle.
Chi. Goe home,
Call for fweet water, wafli thy hands.
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wafti.
And fo let*s leaue her to her filent walkes.
Chi. And tVere my caufe, 1 ihould goe hang my felfe.
^em. - If thou had'ft hands to helpe thee knit the cord.
Exeunt.
JVinde Hornes.
Enter Marcus from huntingyto Lauinia.
Who is this, my Neece that flies away fo faft?
Cofen a word, where is your husband }
if I do dreame , would all my wealth would wake me 3
if I doe wake,fome Planet ftrike me downe,
That i may flumber in eternali flecpe.
Speake gentle Neece, what fterne vngentle hands
Hath lopt, and hew'd,and made thy body bare
Of her two branches, thofe fweet Ornaments
Whofe circkling lhadowes, Kings haue fought to fleep in
And might not gaine fo great a happines
As hälfe thy Loue : Why dooft not fpeake to me/
Alas,a Crimfon riuer of warme blood.
Like to a bubling fountaine ftir*d with winde,
Doth rife and fall betweene thy Rofed lips,
Comming and going with thy hony breath.
Butfure feme tereus hath defloured thee,
And leaft thou ihould'ft detect them, cut thy tongue.
Ah, now thou turn'ft away thy face for fliime ;
And notwithftanding all this ioíTe of blood,
As from a Conduit with their iifuing Spouts,
Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as titans face,
Bluihing Co be encountred with a Cloud,
Shall I fpeake tor thee ? lhall Í fay 'tU fo ¿
Oh that I knew thy hart, and knew the beaft
That I might raik at him to eafe my mind.
Sorrow concealed, like an Guen ftopt,
Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is.
Faire Philomela Ihe but loft her tongue.
And in a tedious Sampler fowed her mlnde.
But louely Neece, that meane is cut from thee,
A craftier tereus haft thou met wichall,
And he hath cut thofe pretty fi ngers off,
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That could haue better fowed then Philomel.
Oh had the monfter feene thofe Lilly hands,
Tremble like Afpen leaues vpon a Lute,
And make the fiiken ftrings delight to kiíTe them.
He would not then haue toucht them for his life.
Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony,
Whic h that fweet tongue hath made :
He would haue dropt his knife and fell afleepe.
As Ceríeras at the Thracian Poets feete.
Come, let vs goe,and make thy father blinde.
For fuch a fight will blinde a fathers eye.
One houres ftorme will drowne the fragrant meades.
What, will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes?
Doe not draw backe, for we will mourne with thee:
Oh could our mourning eafe thy mifery. Exeunt
Adlus Tertius.
Enter the ludges and Senatours wtb Titus txoo fonnes houndy
pajjing on the Stage to the place of executiony and Titus going
before pleading,
Tt. Heare me graue fathers, noble Tribunes ftay.
For pitty of mine age, whofe youth was fpent
In dangerous warres, whilft you fecurely ilept;
For all my blood in Romes great quarrell ihed,
For all the froily nights that I haue watcht,
And for thefe bitter teares, which now you fee,
Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes,
Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes,
Whofe foules is not corrupted as 'tis thought :
For two and twenty fonnes I neuer wept,
Becaufe they died in honours lofty bed.
Andronicus lytth donfne,and the ludges paffe by him.
For thefe, Tribunes,in the duft I write
My harts deepe languor, and my foules fad teares :
Let my teares ftanch the earths drie appetite.
My fonnes fweet blood, will make it ihame and bluih:
O earth ! I will be friend thee more with raine Exeunt
That lhall diftill from thefe two ancient ruines,
Then youthfrU Aprill ihall with all his ihowres
In fummers drought: lie drop vpon thee frill.
In Winter with warme teares He melt the fnow,
And keepe erernall fpring time on thy free,
So thou relufe to drinke my deare fonnes blood*
Enter Luciusyw'ith hü rveapon drarpne.
Oh reuerent Tribunes, oh gentle aged men,
Vnbinde my fonnes, reuerle the doome of death.
And let me fay( that neuer wept before)
My teares are now preualing Oratours.
Lu. Oh noble father, you lament in vaine,
The Tribunes heare not, no man is by.
And you recount your forrcwes to a frone.
Ti, Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead,
Graue Tribunes, once more I intreat of you.
Lu, My gracious Lord, no Tribune heares you fpeake.
Ti, Why 'tis no matter man, if they did heare
They would not marke me:oh if they did heare
They would not pitty me.
Therefore I tell my forrowes booties to the frones.
Who though they cannot anfwere my diftrefre,
Yet in fome fort they are better then the Tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale 5
When I doe weepe,they humbly at my feete
Receiue my teares, and feeme to weepe with me,
And were they but attired in graue weedes,
Rome could afford no Tribune like to thefe.
A frone is as foft waxe.
Tribunes more hard then frones:
Afrone is illent,and offendeth not.
And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death.
But wherefore frand'ft thou with thy weapon drawne ?
Lu, To refcue my two brothers from their death.
For which attempt the ludges haue pronounc'fr
My euerlafting doome of baniihment.
77, O happy man, they haue befriended thee :
Why foolifri Lucius y áo^ thou not perceiue
That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers?
Tigers muft pray, and Rome affords no prey
But me and and mine : how happy art thou then.
From thefe deuourers to be banilhed ?
But who comes with our brother Marcus heere^
Enter Marcus and Lauinia,
Mar. 77Vtti,prepare thy noble eyes to weepe.
Or if not fo, thy noble heart to breake :
I bring confuming forrow to thine age.
Ti. Will it confume me ? Let me fee it then.
cMar, This was thy daughter.
77. Why Marcus fo fhe is.
Luc. Aye me this obieft kils me.
77. Faint-harted boy,arife and looke vpon her,
Speake Lauimay what accurfed hand
Hath made thee handleffe in thy Fathers light?
What foole hath added water to the Sea ?
Or brought a frggot to bright burning Troy í
My griete was at the height before thou cam'ft,
And now like Nylus it difdaineth bounds:
Giue me a fword,lle chop off my hands too.
For they haue fought for Rome, and all in vaine :
And they haue nur'ft this woe.
In feeding life :
In booteleffe prayer haue they bene held vp.
And they haue feru'd me to effedtlelTe vfe.
Now all the feruice I require of them.
Is that the one will helpe to cut the other :
'Tis well Lauiniayúi^t thou haft no hands,
For hands to do Rome feruice, is but vaine.
Luci. Speake gentle fifrer, who hath martyr'd thee?
Mar, O that delightful! engine of her thoughts,
That blab'd them with fuch pleafing eloquence.
Is torne from forth that pretty hollow cage.
Where like a fweet mellodius bird it fung.
Sweet varied notes inchanting euery eare.
Luci, Oh fay thou for her.
Who hath done this deed ■?
Marc. Oh thus I found her ftraying in the Parke,
Seeking to hide herfelfe as doth the Deare
That hath receiude fome vnrecuring wound.
Tit, It was my Deare,
And he that wounded her,
Hath hurt me more, then had he kild me dead :
For now I ftand as one vpon a Rocke,
Inuiron'd with a wilderneffe of Sea.
Who markes the waxing tide.
Grow waue by waue.
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Expeâing euer when fome enuious furge.
Will in his brini/h bowels fwallow him.
This way to death my wretched fonnes are gone :
Heere ftands my other fonne> a bani/ht man,
And heere my brother weeping at my woes.
But that which giues my foule the greateft fpurne,
Is deere Lauimaydecrtr then my foule.
Had 1 but feene thy picture in this plight,
It would haue madded me. What ihall 1 doe?
Now J behold thy liuely body fo ?
Thou haft no hands to wipe away thy teares.
Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyrM thee :
Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy brothers are condemned,and dead by this,
Locke Mareta,íonneLuduó looke on her :
When I did name her brothers, then freih teares
Stood on her cheekes,as doth the hony dew,
Vpon a gathred Liliie almoft withered*,
A^r. Perchance ihe weepes becaufe they kilM her
husband,
Perchance becaufe ihe knowes him innocent.
77. If they did kill thy husband then be ioyfull,
Becaufe the law hath tane reu enge on them.
No,no,they would not doe fo foule a deede,
Witnes the forrow that their fifter makes.
Gentle Lauinia let me kiife thy lips,
Or make fome ftgnes how I may do thee eafe :
Shall thy good Vncle, and thy brother Lucita,
And thou and I fit round about fome Fountaine,
Looking all downewards to behold our cheekes
How they are ftain'd in meadowes, yet not dry
With miery ilime left on them by a flood :
And in the Fountaine ihall we gaze fo long,
Till the freih tafte be taken from that cleercnes.
And made a brine pit with our bitter teares ^
Or ihall we cut away our hands like thine ?
Or ihall we bite our tongues,and in dumbe ihewes
Pafle the remainder of our hatefull dayes?
What ihall we doe f Let vs that haue our tongues
Plot fome deuiie of further miferies
To make vs wondred at in time to come.
Lu. Sweet Father ceafe your teares, for at your griefe
See how my wretched lifter fobs and weeps.
Mar^ Patience deere Neece,good Tittu drie thine
eyes.
77. Ah Mareta, Mareta, Brother well I wot.
Thy napkin cannot drinke a teare of mine,
For thou poore man haft drown'd it with thine owne*
Lu. Ah my Lauinia I will wipe thy cheekes.
Ti Marke Mareta marke, I vnderftand her lignes,
Had ihe a tongue to fpeake, now would ihe fay
That to her brother which I faid to thee*
His Napkin with hertrue teares all bewet,
Can do no feruice on her forrowfull cheekes.
Oh what a fimpathy of woe is this!
As farre from helpe as Limbo is from bliife,
Enter Aron the Moore alone.
Moore. Ttita Andronieia,my Lord the Emperour,
Sends thee this word, that if thou loue thy fonnes,
Ltt Mareta,Lueita,or thy felfe old Titus,
Or any one of you, chop off your hand,
And fend it to the King : he for the fame,
Will fend thee hither both thy fonnes aliue,
And that ihall be the ranfome for their fault.
Ti. Oh gracious Emperour, oh gentle Aaron,
Did euer Rauen ling fo like a Larke,
That giues fweet tydings of the Sunnes vprife ?
With all my heart, lie fend the Emperour my hand,
Good Aron wilt thou help to chop it off í
Lu. Stay Father, for that noble hand of thine,
That hath throwne downe fo many enemies.
Shall not be fent : my hand will ferue the turne,
My youth can better fpare my blood then you.
And therfore mine ihall faue my brothers liues.
Mar, Which of your hands hath not defended Rome,
And rearM aloft the bloody Battleaxe,
Writing deftrudlion on the enemies Caftle í
Oh none of both but are of high defert :
My hand hath bin but idle, let it ferue
To ranfome my two nephewes from their death.
Then haue I kept it to a worthy end.
Moore. Nay come agree, whofe hand ihallgoe along
For feare they die before their pardon come.
zMar. My hand ihall goe.
Lu. By heauen it ihall not goe.
Ti. Sirs ftriue no more, fuch withered hearbs as thefe
Are meete ibr plucking vp, and therefore mine.
Lu. Sweet Father, if I ihall be thought thy fonne,
Let me redeeme my brothers both from death.
Mar^ And for our fathers fake, and mothers care.
Now let me ihew a brothers loue to thee.
Ti. Agree betweene you, I will fpare my band.
Lu. Then He goe fetch an Axe.
Mar. But I will vfe the Axe. Exeunt
77. Comt Kithtr Aaron ,\\t deceiue them both,
Lend me thy hand, and 1 will giue thee mine,
çMoore. If that be calM deceit, I will be honeft.
And neuer whiTft I liue deceiue men fo :
But He deceiue you in another fort.
And that you^l fay ere hälfe an houre pafle.
He euts off Titta band.
Enter Lueius and Mareui againe,
Ti. Now ftay you ftrife, what ihall be,is difpatchti:
Good Aron giue his Maieftie me hand.
Tell him, it was a hand that warded him
From thoufand dangers : bid him bury it :
More hath it merited : That let it haue.
As for for my fonnes, fay I account of them,
As iewels purchaft at an eafie price.
And yet deere too, becaufe I bought mine owne.
Aron. I goe Andronieus,z.r\d for thy hand,
Looke by and by to haue thy fonnes with thee :
Their heads I meane : Oh how this villany
Doth fat me with the very thoughts of it.
Let fooles doe good, and faire men call for grace,
Aron will haue his foule blacke like his face. Exit.
Ti. O heere I lift this one hand vp to heauen,
And bow this feeble ruine to the earth,
If any power pitcies wretched teares.
To that I call : what wilt thou kneele with me í
Doe then deare heart, for heauen ihall heare our prayers.
Or with our fighs weele breath the welkin dimme,
And ftaine the Sun with fogge as fomtime cloudes,
When they do hug him in their melting bofomes.
Mar. Oh brother fpeake with poflibiiities,
And do not breake into thefe deepe extreames.
Ti. Is not my forrow deepe, hauing no bottome í
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Then be my paflions bottomleíTe with them.
Mar. But yet let reafon gouerne thy lament.
Titus, If there were reafon for thefe miferies,
Then into limits could I binde my woes :
When heauen doth weepe, doth not the earth oreflow i
If the windes rage, doth not the Sea wax mad,
Threatning the welkin with his big-fwolne face/
And wilt thou haue a reafon for this coile ^
I am the Sea. Harke how her fighes doe flow :
Shee is the weeping welkin, I the earth î
Then muft my Sea be moued with her fighes,
Then muft my earth with her continuall teares,
Become a deluge : oucrflow'd and drown'd s
For why, my bowels cannot hide her woes.
But like a drunkard muft I vomit them;
Then giue me leaue, for loofers will haue leaue,
To eafe their ftomackes with their bitter tongues.
Enter a mejfenger rvitb txpo beads and a hand.
Meß. Worthy Andronicus^ ill art thou repaid,
For that good hand thou fentft the Emperour :
Heere are the heads of thy two noble fonnes.
And heeres thy hand in Icorne to thee fent backe :
Thy griefes, their fports : Thy refolution mockt,
That woe is me to thinke vpon thy woes,
More then remembrance of my fathers death. Exit.
Marc. Now let hot AStna coole in Cicilie,
And be my heart an euer-burning hell :
Thefe miferies are more then may be borne.
To weepe with them that weepe, doth eafe fome deale,
But furrow flouted at, is double death.
Luci.Kix that this fight ihould make fo deep a wound,
And yet detefted life not ihrinke thereat :
That euer death fliould let life beare his name.
Where life hath no more intereft but to breath.
Mar. Alas poore hart that kifie is comfortleife,
As frozen water to a ftarued fnake.
Titus. When will this fearefull flumber haue an end í
Mar. Now farwell flatterie, die AndronicuSf
Thou deft not flumber, lee thy two fons heads,
Thy warlike hands, thy mangled daughter here t
Thy other banilht fonnes with this deere fight
Strucke pale and bloodlefle, and thy brother I,
Euen like a ftony image, cold and numme.
Ah now no more will 1 controule my griefes.
Rent off thy filuer haire, thy other hand
Gnawing with thy teeth, and be this difmall fight
The clofing vp of our moft wretched eyes :
Now is a time to ftorme, why art thou ftill ^
Thus. Ha, ha, ha.
Mar. Why doft thou laugh í it fits not with this houre.
Ti. Why I haue not another teare to fhed :
Befides, this furrow is an enemy,
And would vfurpe vpon my watry eyes,
And make them blinde with tributarie teares.
Then which way fhall I finde Reuenges Caue ?
For thefe two heads doe feeme to fpeake to me.
And threat me, 1 fliall neuer come to blifle.
Till all thefe mifchiefes be returned againe,
Euen in their throats that haue committed them.
Come let me fee what taske I haue to doe,
Vou heauie people, circle me about,
That I may turne me to each one of you.
And fweare vnto my foule to right your wrongs.
The vow is made, come Brother take a head.
of Titus zÄndronicus.
And in this hand the other will I beare.
And Lauinia thou lhalt be employd in thefe things :
Beare thou my hand fweet wench betweene thy teeth î
As for thee boy, goe get thee from my light,
Thou art an Exile, and thou muft not ftay.
Hie to the Gcthes, and raife an army there.
And if you loue me, as 1 thinke you due.
Let's kifle and part, for we haue much to doe. ^xeurt.
Manet Luctui.
Lud. Farewell xindronicui my noble Father :
The woful'ft man that euer liu'd in Rome :
Farewell proud Rome, tii Ludui come againe,
Heioues his pledges dearer then his life :
Farewell Lauinia my noble filler,
O would thou wert as thou to fore haft beene.
But now, nor Ludui nor Lauinia hues
But in obliuion and hateful griefes ;
If Ludui hue, he will requit your wrongs.
And make proud Saturnine and his Emprefle
Beg at the gates likes Tarquín and his Queene.
Now will I to the Gothes and raife a power.
To be reueng'd on Rome and Saturnine. Exit Ludui
A Bna^et.
Enter AndronietiS. Mareta^ Lauinia^ and the Boy,
.An. So,fo, now fit, and looke you eate no more
Then will preferue iuft fo much ftrength in vs
As will reuenge thefe bitter woes of ours.
Mareta vnknit that forrow-wreathen knot ;
Thy Neece and I ( poore Creatures) want our hands
And cannot pafliunate our tenfold griefe.
With foulded Armes. This poore right hand of mine.
Is left to tirrariize vppon my breaft.
Who when my hart all mad with mifery.
Beats in this hollow prifon of my ftefti.
Then thus I thumpe it downe.
Thou Map of woe, that thus doft talk in fignes.
When thy poore hart bcates without ragious beating.
Thou canft not ftrike it thus to make it ftill ?
Wound it with fighing girie, kil it with grones:
Or get fome little knife betweene thy teeth.
And iuft againft thy hart make thou a hole,
That ail the teares that thy poore eyes let fall"
May run into that finke, and foaking in,
Drowne the lamenting tbote, in Sea fait teares.
didar. Fy brother fy, teach her not thus to lay
Such violent hands vppon her tender life.
An How now j Has forrow made thee doate already?
Why Mareta, no man ihould be mad but I :
What violent hands can Ihe lay on her life !
Ah, wherefore doft thou vrge the name of hands.
To bid tuEneai tell the tale twice ore
How Troy was burnt, and he made miferable?
0 handle not the theame, to taike of hands.
Lead we remember ftill that we haue none,
Fie, fie, how Frantiquely I fquare my taike
As if we ftiould forget we had no hands :
If Mareta did not name the word of hands.
Come, lets fail too, and gentle girie eate this,
Heere is no drinke Harke Mareta what file fares,
1 can interpret ail her martir'd fignes.
She faies, fire drinkes no other drinke but teares
Breu'd with her forrow : mefh'd vppon her cheekes,
Speech-
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Spcechlefle complaynet, I will learne thy thought:
In thy dumb a ¿lion, will I be as perledl
As begging Hermits in their holy prayers.
Thou lhalt not lighe nor hold thy ftumps to heauen,
Nor winke, nor nod, nor kneele, nor make a ligne,
But I(of thefe) will wreft an Alphabet,
And by Hill praâice, learne to know thy meaning.
Boy. Good grandlire leaue thefe bitter deepe laments.
Make my Aunt merry, with fome pleafmg tale.
¿Mar. Alas, the tender boy in pafllon mou'd.
Doth weepe to fee his grandfires heauinelfe.
At. Peace tender Sapling, thou art made of teares.
And teares will quickly melt thy life qway.
Marcus ßril^es the diß> with a ^/sije.
What doeft thou ftrike at Marcus with knife.
Mar. At that that I hauekil'd my Lord, a Flys
An. Out on the murderour : thou kil'ft my hart.
Mine eyes cloi'd with view of Tirranie:
A deed of death done on the Innocent
Becoms not Titus broher : get thee gone,
I fee thou art not for my company.
Mar. Alas(my Lord) I haue but kild a flie.
An. But ? How : if that Flie had a fatherand mother.'
How would he hang his Bender gilded wings
And buz lamenting doings in the ayer,
Poore harmeleflë Fly,
That with his pretty buzing melody,
Came heere to make vs merry.
And thou hall kil'd him.
(Mar. Pardon me lir.
It was a blacke illfauour'd Fly,
Like to the EmprelTe Moore, therefore I kild him.
An. 0,0,0,
Then pardon me for reprehending thee.
For thou haft done a Charitable deed :
Glue me thy knife, I willinfulton him.
Flattering my felfes, as if it were the Moore,
Come hither purpofely to poyfon me.
There's for thy felfe,and thats for Tamira : Ah firra.
Yet I thinke we are not brought fo low.
But that betweene vs, we can kill a Fly,
That comes in likenelTe of a Cole-blacke Moore.
Mar. Alas poore man, griefe ha's fo wrought on him.
He takes falfe lhadowes, for true fubftances.
An. Come, take away ; Liauinia,%oe with me.
He to thy cloiret,and goe read with thee
Sad ftories,chanced in the times of old.
Come boy,and goe with me,thy fight is young.
And thou Bialt read, when mine begin to dazell. Exeunt
ASlus Quartus.
inter young Lucius and Lauinia running after him, and
the "Boy ßies from her with his bookes -under his arme.
Enter Titus and Marcus.
Toy. Helpe Grandfier helpe,my Aunt Lauinia,
Followes me euery where I know not why.
Good Vncle Marcus fee how fwift Ihe comes,
Alas fweet Aunt, I know not what you meane.
Mar, Stand by me Lucius, doe not feare thy Aunt.
Titus. She loues thee boy too well to doe thee harme
Toy. I when my father was in Rome Ihe did.
I
Mzr.What meanes my Neece Lauinia by thefe fignes?
Ti. Feare not Z,«f/«j,fomewhat doth Ihe meane:
See Lucius fee, how much Ihe makes of thee :
Some whether would Ihe haue thee goe with her.
Ah boy, Cornelia neuer with more care
Read to her fonnes,then Ihe hath read to thee.
Sweet Poetry,and Tullies Oratour:
Canft thou not gelTe wherefore Ihe plies thee thus?
Boy. My Lord I know not I, nor can I gelTe,
Vtilefíe fome fit or frenzie do polfelTe her:
For I haue heard my Grandfier fay full oft,
Extremitie of griefes would make men mad.
And I haue read that Hecuhce of Troy,
Ran mad through forrow, that made me to feare.
Although my Lord,I know my noble Aunt,
Loues me asneare as ere my mother did.
And would not but in fury fright my youth.
Which made me downe to throw my bookes, and flie
Caufles perhaps, but pardon me fweet Aunt,
And Madam, if my Vncle Marcus goe,
I will moft willingly attend your Ladylhip.
Mar, Lucius I will.
Ti. How now Lauinia,Marcus what meanes this ?
Some booke there is that flie defires to fee,
Which is it girle of thefe ? Open them boy.
But thou art deeper read and better skild.
Come and take choyfe of all my Library,
And fo beguile thy forrow, till the heauens
Reueale the damn'd contriuer of this deed.
What booke ?
Why lifts Ihe vp her armes in fequence thus ?
Afar. I thinke Ihe meanes thatther was more then one
Confederate in the fail,I more there was:
Or elfe to heauen Ihe heaues them to reuenge,
Ti. Lucius what booke is that Ihe tofleth fo?
Boy, Grandfier 'tis Ouids Metamorphofis,
My mother gaue it me.
¿Mar, For loue of her that's gone,
Perhahs Ihe culd it from among the reft.
Ti, Soft, fo bufily Ihe turnes the leaues,
Helpe her, what would flie finde ? Lauinia lhall I read ?
This is the tragicke tale of Philomeli
And treates of Tereus treafon and his rape.
And rape I feare was roote of thine annoy.
Mar, See brother fee, note how ihe quotes the leaues
Ti. Lauinia, v/ert thou thus furpriz'd fweet girle,
Rauilht and wrong'd as Philomela was ?
Forc'd in the ruthleire,vaft,and gloomy woods ?
See, fee, I fuch a place there is where we did hunt,
(O had we neuer, neuer hunted there^
Patern'd by that the Poet heere defcribes.
By nature made for murthers and for rapes.
¿Mar, O why Ihould nature build fo foule a den,
Vnlelfe the Gods delight in tragedies?
Tl.Giue fignes fweet girle, for heere are none but friends
What Romaine Lord it was dürft do the deed f
Or flunke not Saturnine,ti% Tarquin erfts.
That left the Campe to finne in Lucrece bed.
Adhr.Sit downe fweet Neece,brother fit downe by me,
Appollo, Pallas, loue, or ¿Mercury,
Infpire me that I may this trealbn finde.
My Lord looke heere, looke heere Lauinia.
He writes his Name with hü ñaffe,and guides it
with feete and mouth.
This fandie plot is plaine,guide if thou canft
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44 Tragédie of Titus <iÄndronicus.
This after me, I haue writ my name,
Without the helpe of any hand at all.
Curd be that hart that forc'ft vs to that ihift :
Write thou good Neece,and heere difplay at laft,
What God will haue difcouered for reuenge,
Heauen guide thy pen to print thy forrowes plaine,
That we may know the Traytors and the truth.
She taXei the fiaffe in her mouth, and guides it with her
ßumps and writes.
Ti. Oh doe ye read my Lord what Ihe hath writs ?
Stuf rum, Chiron, Demetrius.
e^ar. What, what, the ludfull fonnes of Tamora,
Performers of this hainous bloody deed.'
Ti. Magni Dominator foli.
Tarn lent us audU jcelera,tam lentus vides ? >
Mar. Oh calme thee,gentle Lord : Although 1 know
There is enough written vpon this earth.
To ftirre a mutinie in the mildeft thoughts.
And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes.
My Lord kneele downe with me: Lauinia kneele,
And kneele fweet boy, the Romaine Heílors hope.
And fweare with me,as with the wofull Feere
And father of that chaft dilhonoured Dame,
Lord Junius Brutus fweare for Lucrece rape.
That we will profecute(by good aduife)
Mortall reuenge vpon thefe traytorous Gothes,
And fee their blood, or die with this reproach.
Ti. Tis fure enough, and you knew how.
But if you hunt thefe Beare-whelpes, then beware
The Dam will wake,and if flie winde you once,
Shee's with the Lyon deepely ftill in league.
And lulls him whilft Ihe palyeth on her backe.
And when he (leepes will Ihe do what Ihe lift.
You are a young huntfman eMarcus,\et it alone :
And come,I will goe get a leafe of braife.
And with a Gad of fteele will write thefe words.
And lay it by ; the angry Northerne winde
Will blow thefe fands like Siiels leaues abroad.
And wheres your leflon then. Boy what fay you í
fBoy. I fay my Lord, that if I were a roan.
Their mothers bed-chamber fliould not be fafe.
For thefe bad bond-men to the yoake of Rome.
Mar. I that's my boy, thy father hath full oft.
For his vngratefiill country done the like.
Boy. And Vncle fo will I, and if I liue.
Ti. Come goe with me into mine Armorie,
Lucius lie fit thee, and withall,my boy
Shall carry from me to the Empreife fonnes,
Prefents that I intend to fend them both,
Come,come,thou'lt do thy meflage, wilt thou not.'
Boy. I with my dagger in their bofomes Grandfire :
Ti. No boy not fo, lie teach thee another courfe,
Lauinia come,isMarcus looke to my houfe,
Lucius and lie goe braue it at the Court,
I marry will we fir,and weele be waited on. Exeunt.
Mar. O heauens I Can you heare a good man grone
And not relent, or not compaifion him .'
Marcus attend him in his extañe.
That hath more fears of forrow in his heart,
Then foe-mens markes vpon his batter'd ihield.
But yet fo iuft, that he will not reuenge,
Reuenge the heauens for old Andronicus. Exit
Bnter Aron, Chiron and Demetrius at one doresand at another
dore young Lucius and another,with a bundle of
weafons,and verfes writ vf on them.
Chi. Demetrius heeres the fonne of Lucius,
He hath fome meflage to deliuer vs.
Aron.l fome mad melTage from his mad Grandfather.
'Boy. My Lords, with all the humblenefife 1 may,
I greete your honours from Andronicus,
And pray the Romane Gods confound you both.
Derne. Gramercie louely what's the newes?
For villanie's markt with rape. May itpleafeyou.
My Grandfire well aduiPd hath fent by me.
The goodlieft weapons of his Armorie,
To gratifie your honourable youth.
The hope of Rome, for fo he bad me fay :
And fo 1 do and with his gifts prefent
Your Lordftiips, when euer you haue need.
You may be armed and appointed well.
And fo I leaue you both : like bloody villaines. Exit
De«i.What's heere.' a fcrole,& written round aboutf
Let's fee.
Integer vitafcelerif^ue furus, non egit maury iaculii net ar¬
etes.
Chi. O 'tis a verfe in Horace,! know it well.
I read it in the Grammer long agoe.
cMoore. I iuft,a verfe in Horace ; right, you haue it.
Now what a thing it is to be an Aite ?
Heer's no found ieft,the old man hath found their guilt,
And fends the weapons wrapt about with lines,
Thatwound(beyond their feeling)to the quick:
But were our witty Emprefle well a foot.
She would applaud Andronicus conceit:
But let her reft,in her vnreft a while.
And now young Lords, wa'stnot a happy ftarre
Led vs to Rome ftrangers,and more then fo ;
Captiues, to be aduanced to this height.'
It did me good before the Pallace gate.
To braue the Tribune in his brothers hearing.
Deme. But me more good, to fee fo great a Lord
Bafely infinuate,and fend vs gifts.
Moore. Had he not reafon Lord Demetrius?
Did you not vfe his daughter very friendly .'
Derne. I would we had a thoufand Romane Dames
At fuch a bay,by turne to ferue our Iuft.
Chi. A charitable wiih, and full of loue.
Moore. Heere lack's but you mother for to fay, Amen.
Chi. And that would ihe for twenty thoufand more.
Derne. Come,let vs go,and pray to all the Gods
For our beloued mother in herpaines.
Moore.Vtsy to the deuils,the gods haue giuen vs ouer.
Flouriß},
Dem, Why do the Emperors trumpets flourilh thus?
Chi. Belike for ioy the Emperour hath a fonne.
Derne. Soft, who comes heere í
Enter Nurfe with a blact^e a Moore childe.
Nur. Good morrow Lords:
O tell me, did you fee Aaron the Moore.'
Aron. Well,more or leflTe, or nere a whit at all,
Heere tAaron is,and what with Aaron now .'
Nurfe. Oh gentle Aaron,vc are all vndone.
Now helpe, or woe betide thee euermore.
Aron. Why, what a catterwalling doft thou keepe ?
What doft thou wrap and fumble in thine armes?
Nurfe. O that which I would hide from heauens eye.
Our Empreffe lhame,andftately Romes difgrace.
She is deliuered Lords, ihe is deliuered.
Aron To whom .'
Nurfe. I meane flie is brought a bed ?
Aron. Wei God giue her good reft.
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Nurfe. A deuill.
^ron. Why then <he is'the Deuils Dam ! a ioyfull iíTue.
Nurfe. A ioylefle, difmall, blacke &,fOrrowfuU iflue,
Heere is the babe as loathfome as a toad,
Among'ft the faireft breeders of our clime,
The Emprefle fends it thee, thy ftampe, thyfeale.
And bids thee chriften it with thy daggers point.
A-cii. Out you whore,is black fo bafe a hue ?
Sweet blowfe,you are a beautious blofTome furet
Derne. Villaine what haft thou done ?
Aron. That which thou canft not vndoe.
Chi. Thou haft vndone our mother.
Derne. And therein hellifti dog, thou haft vndone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choyce,
Accur'ft the ofF-fpring of fo foule a fiend.
Chi. It fiiall not liue.
Aron. It ihall not die.
Nurfe. Aaron it muft, the mother wils it ib.
Aron. What, muft it Nurfe Then let no man but I
Doe execution on my fielh and blood.
Derne. He broach the Tadpole on my Rapiers point:
Nurfe giue it me,my fword Ihall foone difpatch it.
Aron, Sooner this fword Ihall plough thy bowels vp.
Stay murtherous villaines, will you kill your brother i
Now by the burning Tapers of the skie.
That Ih'one fo brightly when this Boy was got.
He dies vpon my Semitars lharpe point.
That touches this my firft borne fonne and heire.
I tell you young-lings, not Enceladut
With all histhreatning band of'Tjipbons broode.
Nor great Alcieies, not the God of warre,
Shall ceaze this prey out of his fathers hands :
What,what,ye fanguine lhallow harted Boyes,
Yewhite-limb'dwalls, ye Ale-houfe painted fignes,
Cole-blacke is better then another hue.
In that it fcornes to beare another hue :
For all the water in the Ocean,
Can neuer turne the Swans blacke legs to white,
Although Ihe laue them hourelyin the flood :
Tell the Emprefle from me, I am of age
To keepemine owne,excufe it how Ihe can.
Derne. Wilt thou betray thy noble miftris thus ?
Aron. My miftris ismy miftris.'this my felfe,
The vigour,and the pifiare of my youth :
This, before all the world do I preferre.
This mauger all the world will I keepefafe.
Or fome of you fliall fmoake for it in Rome.
Derne. By this our mother is for euer lham'd.
Chi. Rome will defpife her for this foule efcape.
Nur. The Emperour in his rage will doome her death.
Chi. I blulh to thinke vpon this ignominie.
Aron. Why ther's the priuiledge your beauty beares:
Fie trecberous hue, that will betray with blulhing
The clofeenafls and counfels of the hart:
Heer's a young Lad fram'd of another leere,
Looke how the blacke flaue fmiles vpon the father;
As who fliould fay, old Lad I am thine owne.
He is your brother Lords, fenfibly fed
Of that felfe blood that firft gaue life to you.
And from that wombe where you imprifoned were
He isinfranchifed and come to light:
Nay he is your brother by the furer fide.
Although my feale be ftamped in his face.
Nurfe. tAaron what Ihall I fay vnto the Emprefle.?
Dem. Aduife thee tAaron, what is to be done.
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And we will all fubfcribe to thy aduife :
Saue thou the child, fo we may all be fafe.
Aron. Then fit we downe and let vs all confult.
My fonne and I will haue the winde of you :
Keepe there,now talke at pleafure of your fafety.
Derne. How many women fawthis childe of his?
Aron.y^hy fo braue Lords, when we ioyne in league
I am a Lambe: but if you braue the Moorty
The chafed Bore, the mountaine LyonelTe,
The Ocean fwells not fo at Aaron ftormes :
But fay againe,how manyfaw the childe í
Nurfe. QorneliayÚ^t midwife,and my felfe.
And none elfe but the deltuered EmprelTe.
Aron. The Emprefle, the Midwife,and your felfe,
Two may keepe counfell, when the the third's away :
Goe to the Emprefle, tell her this Ifaid, He her
Weeke,weeke,fo cries a Pigge prepared to th'fpit.
Derne. Whatmean'ft thou Aaron ?
Wherefore did'ft thou this?
tAron, O Lord fir, 'tis a deed of pollicie ?
Shall file liue to betray this guilt of our's :
A long tongu'd babling Goflip ? No Lords no :
And now be it knowne to you my full intent.
Not farre, one MuUteus my Country-man
His wife but yeflernight was brought to bed,
His childe is like to her,faire as you are:
Goe packe with him, and giue the mother gold.
And tell them both the circumftanceof all.
And how by this their Childe fliall be aduaunc'd,
And be receiued for the Emperours heyre,
And fubflituted in the place of mine.
To calme this tempeft whirling in the Court,
And let the Emperour dandle him for his owne.
Harke ye Lords, ye fee I haue giuen her phyficke,
And you muft needs beftow her funeral!.
The fields are neere,and you are gallant Groomes :
This done, fee that you take no longer daies
But fend the Midwife prefently to me.
The Midwife and the Nurfe well made away,
Then let the Ladies tattle what they pleafe.
Chi. Aaron I fee thou wilt not ttuft the ayre with fe
Derne. For this care of TöWöriz, (crets.
Her felfe,and hers are highly bound to thee. Exeunt.
Aron* Now to the Gothes, as fwift as Swallow flies,
There to difpofe this treafure in mine armes,
And fecretly to greete the EmpreiTe friends :
Come on you thick-lipt-llaue, lie beare you hence,
For it is you that puts vs to our fliifts :
lie make you feed on berries, and on rootes,
And feed on curds and whay,and fucke theGoate,
And cabbin in a Caue, and bring you vp
To be a warriour, and command a Campe. Exit
Enter Titus, old Marcus^ young Lucius^ andother gentlemen
fpith bowel y and Titus beares the arrcwes with
Letters on the end of them*
Tit, Come Afiîrm,come, kinfmen this is the way.
Sir Boy let me fee your Archerie,
Looke yee draw home enough,and 'tis there ftraight :
Terras Aßreareltquit,\>tyonxtmçXT\\iXcà Marcus.
She's gone,lhe's fled,firs take you to your tooles,
You Cofens Ihall goe found the Ocean:
And caft your nets,haply you may find her in the Sea,
Yet ther's as little iuftice as at Land :
No Publius and Sempronius^yoM muft doe it,
'Tis
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'Tis you mud dig with Mattocke,and with Spade,
And pierce the inmoft Center of the earth :
Then when you come to Plutoes Region,
I pray you deliuer him this petition.
Tell him it is for iuftice,and for aide.
And that it comes from old AnJromcué,
Shaken with forrowes in vngratefull Rome.
Ah Rome ! Well,well, I made thee miferable.
What time I threw the peoples fufFrages
On him that thus doth tyrannize ore me.
Goe get you gone,and pray be carefull all.
And leaue you not a man of warre vnfearcht.
This wicked Emperour may haue öiipt her hence,
And kinfmen then we may goe pipe for iuftice.
Marc. O Puiliia is not this a heauie cafe
To fee thy Noble Vnckle thus diftraff
Puil. Therefore my Lords it highly vs concernes.
By day and night t'attend him carefully :
And feede his humour kindely as we may.
Till time beget fome carefull remedie.
Marc. Kinfmen,his forrowes are pad remedie,
loyne with the Gothes,and with reuengefull warre,
Take wreake on Rome for this ingratitude.
And vengeance on the Traytor Saturnine.
7it. Publiui how now ? how now my Maiders?
What haue you met with her
fubl. No my good Lord, but Pluto fends you word.
If you will haue reuenge from hell you fhall.
Marrie for iudice fhe is fo imploy'd.
He thinkes with loue in heauen,or fome where elfe :
So that perforce you mud needs day a time.
Ht, He doth me wrong to feed me with delayes,
lie diue into the burning Lake below.
And pull her out of tAcaron by the heeles.
Marcui we are but Ihrubs,no Cedars we.
No big-bon'd-men,ffam'd of the Cyclops fize.
But mettall cílíarra<,deele to the very backe.
Yet wrung with wrongs more then our backe can beare:
And (ith there's n o iudice in earth nor hell.
We will follicite heauen,and moue the Gods
To fend downe Iudice for to wreake'our wongs :
Come to this geare,you are a good Archer Marctu,
He giues them the Arromes.
Ad huem, that's for you : here ad Appollonem,
Ad Martern,that's for my felfe,
Heere Boy to Pallai,\\eere to cMercury,
To Saturnine, to Caiui, not to Saturnine,
You were as good to fhoote againd the winde.
Too it Boy, Marcui loofe when I bid:
Of my word, I haue written to effeil,
Ther's not a God left vnfollicited.
Marc. Kinfmen,/hoot all your fhafts into the Court,
We will affliil the Emperour in his pride.
Tit, Now Maiders draw. Oh well faid Luciui :
Good Boy in Virgoes lap, giue it Pallai.
Marc, My Lord, I aime a Mile beyond the Moone,
Your letter is with lupiter by this.
Hit. Publiai,Publiai,what had thou done.'
See, fee, thou had /hot off one of Haurui homes.
Mar. This was the fport my Lord, when Publiai /hot.
The Bull being gal'd, gaue Aries fuch a knocke.
That downe fell both the Rams homes in the Court,
And who /hould finde them but the Empre/fe villaine :
She laught,and told the Moore he /hould not choofe
But giue them to his Maider for a prefent.
Hit. Why there it goes, God giue your Lord/hip ioy.
0/ Tlius tiAndronicus.
Enter the Clownevitb ahas\et and tipo Pigeons in it.
Titui. Newes,newes,from heauen,
Marcui the poad is come.
Sirrah,what tydings ? haue you any letters i
Shall I haue Iudice,what fayes lupiter}
Clornne. Ho the libbetmaker,he fayes that he hath ta¬
ken them downe againe, for the man mud not be hang'd
till the nextweeke.
Hit. But what fayes lupiter I aske thee?
Clowne. Alas fir 1 know not lupiter :
I neuer dranke with him in all my life.
Hit. Why villaine art not thou the Carrier ?
Clcipne. I of my Pigions fir, nothing elfe.
Hit. Why, did'd thou not come from heauen ?
Cltmne. From heauen ? Alas fir, I neuer came there,
God forbid I /hould be fo bold, to pre/Te to heauen in my
young dayes. Why I am going with my pigeons to the
Tribunall Plebs, to take vp a matter ofbrawle, betwixt
my Vncle, and one of the Emperialls men.
Mar. Why fir, that is as fit as can be to ferue for your
Oration, and let him deliuer the Pigions to the Emperour
from you.
Hit. Tell mee, can you deliuer an Oration to the Em¬
perour with a Grace ?
Ciomne. Nay truely fir, I could neuer fay grace in all
my life.
Hit. Sirrah come hither, make no more adoe.
But giue your Pigeons to the Emperour,
By me thou /halt haue Iudice at his hands.
Hold, hold, meane while her's money for thy charges.
Giue me pen and inke.
Sirrah, can you with a Grace deliuer a Supplicatíon ?
Qowne. I fir
Hitui. Then here is aSupplicadon for you, and when
you come to him, at the fird approach you mud kneele,
then kifife his foote, then deliuer vp your Pigeons, and
then looke for your reward. He be at hand fir, fee you do
it brauely.
Ciomne. I warrant you fir, let me alone.
Hit. Sirrha had thou a knife ? Come let me fee it.
Heere Marcui,(o\d it in the Oration,
For thou had made it like an humble Suppliant:
And when thou had giuen it the Emperour,
Knocke at my dare, and tell me what he fayes.
Ciomne. God be with you fir, I will. Exit.
Hit. Come Marcus let vs goe, P uhliui follow me.
Exeunt.
Enter Smperour and£mprejfe,andher tmo fonnes, the
Emperour brings the Arromes in his hand
that Hituißoot at him.
Satur. Why Lords,
What wrongs are thefe ? was euer feene
An Emperour in Rome thus ouerborne,
Troubled,Confronted thus,and for the extent
Of egall iudice,vfd in fuch contempt?
My Lords,you know the mightfull Gods,
(How euer thefe didurbers of our peace
Buz in the peoples eares)there nought hath pad,
But euen with law againd the willfull Sonnes
Of old Andronicui. And what and if
His forrowes haue fo ouerwhelm'd his wits.
Shall we be thus afHiâed in his wreakes,'
His fits,his frenzie,and his bitternelTe i
And now he writes to heauen for his redre/Te.
See,heeres to /our, and this to Mercury,
This
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This to Apollo, this to the God of warre :
Sweet fcrowles to flie about the ftreets of Rome :
What's this but Libelling againft the Senate,
And blazoning our Iniuftice euery where?
A goodly humour, is it not my Lords ?
As who would fay, in Rome no luftice were.
But if I Hue,his fained extalies
Shall be no Ihelter to thefe outrages ;
But he and bis lhall know, that luftice Hues
In Salurnwui health jwhom if he Beepe,
Hee'l fo awake,as he in fury lhall
Cut oft" the proud'ft Confpirator that liues.
Tamo. My gracious Lord,my louely Saturnine,
Lord of my life. Commander of my thoughts ,
Calme thee, and beare the faults of Titus zge,
Th'efFeils of forrow for his valiant Sonnes,
Whofe loffe hath pier'ft him deepe,and fcar'd his heart;
And rather comfort his diftrelTed plight.
Then profecute the meaneft or the bell
For thefe contempts. Why thus it lhall become
High witted Tamora to glofe with all : Aftde.
But Titus, I haue touch'd thee to the quicke.
Thy life blood out : If Aaron now be wife.
Then is alifafe,the Anchor's in the Port.
Enter Cltrppne,
How now good fellow,would'll thou fpeake with vs ?
Clm. Yea forfooth,and your Mifterlhip be Emperiall.
Tarn. EmprelTe I am,but yonder fits the Emperour.
Clo. "Tis he ; God & Saint Stephen giue you good den;
I haue brought you a Letter, & a couple of Pigions beere.
He reads the Letter,
Satu. Goe take him away, and hang him prefently,
Clowne. How much money mull I haue !
Tarn. Come firrah you mull be hang'd.
C/ro.Hang'd? ber Lady, then 1 haue brought vp a neck
to a faire end. Sxtt.
Satu, Defpightfull and intollerable wrongs.
Shall I endure this monllrous villany ?
I know from whence this fame deuife proceedes :
May this be borne ? As if his traytrous Sonnes,
That dy'd by law for murther of our Brother,
Haue by my meanes beene butcher'd wrongfully ?
Goe dragge the villaine hither by the haire.
Nor Age, nor Honour, lhall ftiape priuiledge :
For this proud mocke. He be thy llaughter man :
Sly franticke wretch,that holp'll to make me great.
In hope thy felfe Ihould gouerne Rome and me.
Enter Nuntius Emillius.
Satur, What newes with thee Emillius ?
Emil. Arme my Lords, Rome neuer had more caufe.
The Gothes haue gather'd head,and with a power
Of high refolued men, bent to the fpoyle
They hither march amaine, vnder conduél
Of Lucius, Sonne to old Andronictcs ;
Who threats in courfe of this reuenge to do
As much as euer Coriolanus did.
King. Is warlike Lucius Generali of the Gothes ?
Thefe tydings nip me,and I hang the head
As flowers with froll, or grafle beat downe with llormes s
I, now begins our forrowes to approach,
'Tis be the common people loue fo much.
My felfe hath often heard them fay,
(When I haue walked like a priuate man)
That Lucius banilhment was wrongfully.
And they haue wilht that Luettes were their Emperour.
Tarn, Why Ihould you feare ! Is not our City llrong?
King. I, but the Cittizens fauour Lucius,
And will reuolt from me, to fuccour him.
Tam. King,\sn thy thoughts Imperious like thy name.
Is the Sonne dim'd, that Gnats do flie in it.^
The Eagle fuftèrs little Birds to ling.
And is not carefull what they meane thereby.
Knowing that with the lhadow of his wings.
He can at pleafure Hint their melodie.
Euen fo mayell thou, the giddy men of Rome,
Then cheare thy fpirit,fQr know thou Emperour,
I will enchaunt the old Andronicus,
With words more fweet, and yet more dangerous
Then baltes to filh, or bony llalkes to Iheepe,
When as the one is wounded with the balte.
The other rotted with delicious foode.
King. But he will not entreat his Sonne for vs.
Tam. If Tamora entreat him, then he will.
For I can fmooth and fill his aged eare.
With golden promifes, that were his heart
Almoll Impregnable, his old eares deafe.
Yet Ihould both eare and heart obey my tongue.
Goe thou before to our Embalfadour,
Say,that the Emperour requelts a parly
Of warlike Lucius,3ná appoint the meeting.
Kiug. Emillius do this melTage Honourably,
And if he Hand in Hollage for his fafety,
Bid him demaund what pledge will pleafe him bell.
Emill. Your bidding lhall 1 do efteilually. Exit.
Tam. Now will I to that old Andronicus,
And temper him with all the Art I haue.
To plucke proud Lucius from the warlike Gothes.
And now fweet Emperour be blithe againe.
And bury all thy feare in my deuifes.
Satu. Then goe fuccelfantly and plead for him. Exit.
ASÍ US Quint US.
Flourißf, Enter Luciu¿mtb an Army of Gothes y
veith Drum and Souldierso
Luct, Approued warriours,and my faithful! Friends,
I haue receiued Letters from great Rome,
Which fignifies what hate they beare their Emperour,
And how deiirous of our light they are.
Therefore great Lords, be as your Titles witnelTe,
Imperious and Impatient of your wrongs,
And wherein Rome hath done you any fcathe.
Let him make treble fatlffaflion.
Gothn Braue ílip,fprung from the Gxt^t Andronictay
Whofe name was once our terrour,now our comfort,
Whofe high exploits, and honourable Deeds,
Ingratefull Rome requites with foule contempt:
Behold in vs, weele follow where thou lead'ft.
Like Hinging Bees in hotteft Sommers day.
Led by their Maifter to the flowred fields.
And be auengM on curfed Tamora :
And as he faith, fo fay we all with him.
Lucí. 1 humbly thanke him, and I thanke you all.
But who comeS'heere, led by a lufty Goth}
Enter a Goth leading of Aaron voith his child
in his armes.
Goth. Renowned LuciuSy from our troups I ftraid,
To gaze vpon a ruinous Monafterie,
And
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■And as I earneftly did fixe mine eye
^pon the wafted building,fuddainely
I heard a childe cry vnderneath a wall :
I made vnto the noyfe, when foone I heard,
The crying babe control'd with this difcourfe :
Peace Tawny flaue, hälfe me,and hälfe thy Dam,
Did not thy Hue bewray whofe brat thou art?
Had nature lent thee, but thy Mothers looke,
Villaine thou might'ft haue bene an Emperour.
But where the Bull and Cow are both milk-white.
They neuer do beget a cole-blacke-Calfe :
Peace,villaine peace,euen thus he rates the babe.
Fori muft beare thee to a trufty Goth,
Who when he knowes thou art the Empreflfe babe.
Will hold thee dearely for thy Mothers fake.
With this, my weapon drawne I ruflit vpon him,
Surpriz'd him fuddainely, and brought him hither
To vfe,as you thinke neeedefull of the man.
Luci. Oh worthy Goth, this is the incarnate deuill.
That rob'd Andronicui of his good hand ;
This is the Pearle that pleaPd your Emprefle eye.
And heere's the Bafe Fruit of his burning luft.
Say wall-ey'd flaue, whether would'ft thou conuay
This growing Image of thy fiend-like face ?
Why doft not fpeake i what deafe ?Not a word ?
A halter Souldiers, hang him on this Tree,
And by his fide his Fruite of Baftardie.
Aran. Touch not the Boy,he is of Royall blood.
Luci. Too like the Syre for euer being good.
Firft hang the Child that he may fee it fprall,
A fight to vexe the Fathers foule withall.
Aran. Get me a Ladder Lucius,{itit the Childe,
And beare it from me to the Emprefle :
If thou do this. He fliew thee wondrous things.
That highly may aduantage thee to heare ;
If thou wilt not, befall what may befall.
He fpeake no more : but vengeance rot you all.
Luci. Say on, and if it pleafe me which thou fpeak'ft.
Thy child fhall liue,and I will fee it Nourilht.
Aran. And if it pleafe thee ? why affure thee Lucius,
'Twill vexe thy foule to heare what I fhall fpeake ;
For I muft talke of Murthers, Rapes,and MafTacres,
Afts of Blacke-night, abhominable Deeds,
Complots of Mifchiefe,Treafon, Villanies
Ruthfull to heare,yet pittioufly preform'd.
And this fhall all be buried by my death,
VnlefTe thou fweare to me my Childe fhall Hue.
Luci. Tell on thy minde,
I fay thy Childe fhall liue.
Aran. Sweare that he lhall,and then I will begin,
Luci. Who fhould I fweare by.
Thou beleeueft no God,
That graunted, how can'ft thou beleeue an oath ?
Aran. What if I do not,as indeed I do not.
Yet for I know thou art Religious,
And haft a thing within thee, called Confcience,
With twenty Popifh trickes and Ceremonies,
Which I haue feene thee carefull to obferue :
Therefore I vrge thy oath, for that I know
An Idcot holds his Bauble for a God,
And keepes the oath which by that God he fweares.
To that He vrge him : therefore thou fhalt vow
By that fame God, what God fo ere it be
That thou adoreft,and haft in reuerence.
To faue my Boy, to nourifli and bring him vp,
Ore elfe I will difcouer nought to thee.
Luci. Euen by my God I fweare to to thee I will,
Aron. Firft know thou,
I begot him on the EmprefTe.
Luci. Oh moft Infatiate luxurious woman !
Aran. Tut Lac/ai, thi s was buta deed of Charitie,
Toithat which thou fhalt heare of me anon,
'Twas her two Sonnes that murdered 'Bajjianus,
They cut thy Sifters tongue, and rauifht her.
And cut her hands off, and trim'd her as thou faw'ft.
Lucius. Oh deteftable villaine !
Call'ft thou that Trimming ?
Aron. Why fhe was wafht,and cut,and trim'd.
And'twas trim fport for them that had the doing of it.
Luci. Oh barbarous beaftly villaines like thy felfe !
Aron. Indeede, I was their Tutor to inftruâ them.
That Codding fpirit had they from their Mother,
As fure a Card as euer wonne the Set;
That bloody minde I thinke they learn'd of me,
As true a Dog as euer fought at head.
Well,let my Deeds be witnefTe of my worth:
I trayn'd thy Bretheren to that guilefull Hole,
Where the dead Corps of 'BaJJianus lay :
I wrote the Letter, that thy Father found.
And hid the Gold within the Letter mention'd.
Confederate with the Queene, and her two Sonnes,
And what not done, that thou haft caufe to rue.
Wherein I had no ftroke of Mifcheife in it,
I play'd the Cheater for thy Fathers hand.
And when I had it, drew my felfe apart,
Andalmoft broke my heart with extreame laughter.
I pried me through the Creuice of a Wall,
When for his hand, he had his two Sonnes heads.
Beheld his teares, and laught fo hartily.
That both mine eyes were rainie like to his :
And when I told the Emprefle of this fport,
She founded almoft at my pleafing tale.
And for my tydings, gaue me twenty kiflfes.
Goth. What canft thou fay all this,and neuer blufh ?
Aron. I, like a blacke Dogge,as the faying is.
Luci. Art thou not forry for thefe hainous deedes?
Aron. I, that I had not done a thoufand more:
Euen now I curfe theday,and yet I thinke
Few come within few compafTe of my curfe.
Wherein I did not fome Notorious ill.
As kill a man,or elfe deuife his death,
Rauifli a Maid,or plot the way to do it,
.Iccufe fome Innocent,and forfweare my felfe.
Set deadly Enmity betweene two Friends,
Make pooremens Cattell breake their neckes.
Set fire on BarnesandHayftackesin the night.
And bid the Owners quench them with the teares:
Oft haue I dig'd vp dead men from their graues.
And fet them vpright at their deere Friends doore,
Euen when their forrowes almoft was forgot.
And on their skinnes, as on the Barke of Trees,
Haue with my knife earned in Romaine Letters,
Let not your forrow die, though I am dead.
Tut, I haue done a thoufand dreadfull things
As willingly, as one would kill a Fly,
And nothing greeues me hartily indeede.
But that I cannot doe ten thoufand more.
Luci. Bring downe the diuell, for he muft not die
So fweet a death as hanging prefently.
Aron. If there be diuels, would I were a deuill.
To liue and burne in euerlafting fire.
So I might haue your company in hell.
But
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But to torment you with my bitter tongue.
Luci. Sirs ftop his mouth, & let him fpeake no more.
Enter Em'illius.
Goth. My Lord, there is a Meffenger from Rome
Defires to be admitted to your prefence.
Luc. Let him come neere.
Welcome íotí/Aií), what the newes from Rome ?
Emi. Lord Lucius,and you Princes of the Gothes,
The Romaine Emperour greetes you all by me.
And for he vnderlûnds you are in Armes,
He craues a parly at your Fathers houfe
Willing you to demand your Hoftages,
And they (hall be immediately deliuered.
Goth. What faies our Generali ?
Luc. £m¡l¡¡us,\et the Emperour giue his pledges
Vnto my Father,and my Vncle Mareta, Flourißo.
And we will come : march away. Exeunt,
Enter Tamara, and her troo Sonnet difguijed.
Tarn. Thus in this ftrange and fad Habilliament,
I will encounter with Andronictu,
And fay,Iam Reuenge fent from below.
To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs:
(Cnoclce at his ftudy where they fay he keepes,
To ruminate ftrange plots of dire Reuenge,
Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him,
And worke confufton on his Enemies.
They /¡nocive and Titus opens hà ßudy dore.
Tit. Who doth molleft my Contemplation
Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore.
That fo my fad decrees may flie away.
And all my ftudie be to no effeft ?
You are deceiu'd,for what I meane to do.
See heere in bloody lines I haue fet downe :
And what is written lhall be executed.
Tam. Titus,l am come to talke with thee.
Tit. No not a word : how can I grace my talke.
Wanting a hand to giue itaftion.
Thou haft the ods of me, therefore no more.
Tam. Ifthou did'ftknowme.
Thou would'ft talke with me.
Tit. I am not mad, I know thee well enough,
Witnefle this wretched ftump,
Witnefle thefe crimfon lines,
Witnefle thefe Trenches made by griefe and care,
Wimefle the tyring day, andheauie night,
Witnefle all forrow, that I know thee well
For our proud Emprefle,Mighty Tamara :
Is not thy comming for my other hand
Tamo. K.now thou fad man, I am not Tamara,
Sheis thy Enemie,and I thy Friend,
1 am Reuenge fent from th'infernall Kingdome,
To eafe the gnawing Vulture of the mind.
By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes :
Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light.
Conferee with me of Murder and of Death,
Ther's not a hollow Caue or lurking place.
No Vaft obfcurity,or Mifty vale.
Where bloody Murther or detefted Rape,
Can couch for feare.but I will finde them out.
And in their eares tell them mydreadfull name,
Reuenge,which makes the foule offenders quake.
Tit, Art thou Reuenge.'and art thou fent to me,
To be a torment to mine Enemies ?
Lam. I am, therefore come downe and welcome me.
Tit, Doe me fome feruice ere I come to thee :
Loe bythy fide where Rape and Murder ftands.
Now giue fome furance that thou art Reuenge,
Stab them,or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles.
And then lie come and be thy Waggoner,
And whirle along with thee about the Globes.
Prouide thee two proper Palfries,as blacke as let.
To hale thy vengefùll Waggon fwift away.
And finde out Murder in their guilty cares.
And when thy Car is loaden with their heads,
I will difmount,and by the Waggon whcele.
Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long,
Euen from Eptons riling in the Eaft,
Vntill his very downefall in the Sea.
And day by day He do this heauy taske.
So thou deftroy Rapine and Murder there.
Tam. Thefe are my M¡nifters,and come with me.
Tit. Are them thy Mio ifters,what are they call'd ?
Tam. Rape and Murder, therefore called fo,
Caufe they take vengeance of fuch kind of men.
Ttt. Good Lord how like the Emprefle Sons they are.
And you the Emprelfe : But we worldly men.
Haue miferable mad miftaking eyes :
Oh fweet Reuenge,now do I come to thee.
And if one armes imbracement will content thee,
I will imbrace thee in it by and by,
Tam. This doling with him,fits his Lunacie,
What ere I forge to feede his braine-ficke fits.
Do you vphold,and maintaine in your fpeeches.
For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge,
And being Credulous in this mad thought.
He make him fend for Luciia his Sonne,
And whil'ft I at a Banquet hold him fure.
He find fome cunning praftife out ofhand
To fcatter and difperfe the giddie Gothes,
Or at the leaft make them his Enemies :
See heere he comes, and I muft play my theame.
Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne ,and all for thee.
Welcome dtead Fury to my woefull houfe.
Rapine and Murther, you are welcome too.
How like the Emprefle and her Sonnes you are.
Well are you fitted, had you but a Moore,
Could not all hell afford you fuch a deuill ?
For well I wote the EmptelTe neuer wags;
But in her company there is a Moore,
And would you reprefent our Queene aright
It were conuenient you had fuch a deuill :
But welcome as you are, what lhall we doe
Tam. What would'ft thou haue vs doe Andronictu}
Dem. Shewme a Murtherer,He deale with him.
Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape,
And I am fent to be reueng'd on him.
Tam. Shew me a thoufand that haue done thee wrong.
And He bereuenged on them all.
Ttt. Looke round about the wicked ftreets of Rome,
And when thou find'ft a man that's like thy felfe.
Good Murder ftab him,hee's a Murtherer.
Goe thou with him, and when it is thy hap
To finde another that is like to thee.
Good Rapine ftab him, he is a Rauilher.
Go thou with them, and in the Emperours Court,
There is a Queene attended by a Moore,
Well maift thou know her by thy owne proportion.
For vp and downe flie doth referable thee.
I pray thee doe on them fome violent death.
They haue bene violent to me and mine.
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7am. Well haft thou leffbn'd vs,this íhall we do.
But would it pleafe thee good jíndronicuí.
To fend for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne,
Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes,
And bid him come and Banquet at thyhoufe.
When he is heere,euen at thy Solemne Feaft,
1 will bring in the Emprefle and her Sonnes,
The Emperour himfelfe,and all thy Foes,
And at thy mercy lhall they ftoop,and kneele.
And on them lhalt thou eafe,thy angry heart:
What faies Andronicm to this deuife i
Enter Mareta.
Tit. Mareta my Brother, 'tis iad Titus calls.
Go gentle Mareta to thy Nephew Lucius,
Thou ftialt enquire him out among the Gothes,
Bid him repaire to me,and bring with him
Some of the chiefeft Princes of the Gothes,
Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are.
Tell him the Emperour,and the Emprefle too,
Feafts at my houfe,and he lhall Feaft with them,
This do thou for my loue, and fo let him.
As he regards his aged Fathers life.
cMar. This will I do, and foone returne againe.
Tarn, Now will I hence about thy bulineftfe.
And take my Minifters along with me.
Tit. Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder ftay with me.
Or els He call my Brother backe againe,
And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius.
Tarn. What fay you Boyes, will you bide with him.
Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour,
How I haue gouern'd our determined ieft?
Yeeld to his Humour,fmooth and fpeake him faire.
And Carry with him till I turne againe. .
Tit. I know them all .though they fuppofe me mad.
And will ore-reach them in their owne deuifes,
A payre of curfed hell-hounds and their Dam.
Tent. Madam depart at pleafure, leaue vs heere.
Tarn. Farewell Andronieus,reuenge now goes
To lay a complot to betray thy Foes.
Tit. I know thou doo'ft,and fweet reuenge farewell.
Chi. Tell vs old man,how lhall we be imploy'd }
Tit. Tut,I haue worke enough for you to doe,
Pui/ita come hither, and Valentine.
Pub. What is your will.'
Tit. Know you thefe two ?
Pub. The EmprelTe Sonnes
I take them, Chiron, Demetrius.
Titus. Fie PubliuSfñe,thou art too much deceau'd.
The one is Murder,Rape is the others name.
And therefore bind them gentle Tublita,
Caita, and Valentine, lay hands on them.
Oft haue you heard me wilh for fuch an houre,
Andnowl find it,therefore binde them fure,
Qbi. Villaines forbeare, we are the Emprefle Sonnes.
Tub. And therefore do we, what we are commanded.
Stop clofe their mouthes,let them not fpeake a word.
Is he fure bound, looke that you binde them faft. Exeunt.
Enter Titus Andronicus with a knife, and Lauinia
rrith a Tafon.
Tit. Come,come Lauinia, hoke, thy Foes are bound,
Sirs ftop their mouthes,let them not fpeake to me.
But let them heare what fcarefull words I ytter.
Oh Villaines,ChrVoB,and Demetrius,
Here ftands the fpring whom you haue ftain'd with mud.
This goodly Sommer with your Winter mixt.
You kil'd her husband,and forthat vil'd fault.
Two of her Brothers were condemn'd to death,
My hand cut oflyand made a merry ieft.
Both her fweet Hands, her Tongue,and that more deete
Then Hands or tongue, her fpotlefle Chaftity,
Inhumaine Traytors, you conftrain'd and for'ft.
What would you fay,if I fliould let you fpeake i
Villaines for ihame you could not beg for grace.
Harke Wretches,how I meane to martyr you.
This one Hand yet is left, to cut your throats,
Whil'ft that Lauinia tweene her ftumps doth hold :
The Bafon that receiues your guilty blood.
You know your Mother meanes to feaft with me.
And calls herfelfeReuenge,and thinkes me mad.
Harke Villaines,! will grin'd your boneá to duft.
And with your blood and it. He make a Pafte,
And of the Pafte a CofFen I will reare.
And make two Parties of your fhamefull Heads,
And bid that ftrumpet your vnhallowed Dam,
Like to the earth fwallow her increafe.
This is the Feaft, that 1 haue bid her to.
And this the Banquet fhe lhall furfet on.
For worfe then Philomel you vf d my Daughter,
And worfe then Progne,! will be reueng'd.
And now prepare your throats : Lauinia come.
Receiue the blood, and when that they are dead.
Let me goe grin'd their Bones to powder fmall.
And with this hatefiill Liquor temper it.
And in that Pafte let their vil'd Heads be bakte.
Come,come, be euery one officious.
To make this Banket, which I wilh might proue.
More fterne and bloody then the Centaures Feaft.
He cuts their throats.
So now bring them in,for He play the Cooke,
And fee them ready, gainft their Mother comes. Exeunt,
Enter Lueita,Mareta,and the Gothes.
Luc. Vnckle Mareta,{rnee 'tis my Fathers minde
That I repair to Rome, I am content.
Goth. And ours with thine befall, what Fortune will.
Luc. Good Vnckle take you in this barbarous Moore,
This Rauenous Tiger, this accurfed deuill.
Let him receiue no fuftenance, fetter him,
Till he be brought vnto the Emperous face.
For teftimony of her foule proceedings.
And fee the Ambulh of our Friends be ftrong.
If ere the Emperour meanes no good to vs.
Aron. Some deuill whifper curfes in my eare.
And prompt me that my tongue may vtter forth,
The Venemous Mallice of my fwelling heart.
Luc. A-my Inhumaine Dogge, Vnhallowed Slaue,
Sirs,helpe our Vnckle, to conuey him in, Flourijh,
The Trumpets Ihew the Emperour is at hand.
Sound Trumpets. Enter Emperour andEmpreßi,mth
Tribunes and others.
&ÍÍ. What,hath the Firemament more Suns then one.'
Luc. What bootes it thee to call thy felfe a Sunne i
Mar. Romes Emperour & Nephewe breake the parle
Thefe quarrels muft be quietly debated.
The Feaft is ready which thecarefuU Titta,
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Hath ordained to an Honourable end,
For Peace,for Loue,for League,and good to Rome;
Pleafe you therfore draw nie and take your places.
Satur. Aíarcuó we Will, Hohoyes.
A Table brought in.
Enter Titus lil^e a Cooky ^placing the meat on
the Tableland Lauinia mtb a 'vale ouer her face.
Titus. Welcome my gracious Lord,
Welcome Dread Queene,
Welcome ye Warlike Gothes, welcome LuciuSy
And welcome all:although thecheere be poore,
'Twill ñll your Aomacks, pleafe you eat of it.
Sat, Why art thou thus attirM Andronkus ?
Tit. Becaufe I would befure to haue all well,
To entertaine your Highnefle, and your EmpreiTe.
Tarn. We are beholding to you good Andronkus ?
Tit. And if your HighneiTe knew my heart, you were:
My Lord the Emperour refolue me this,
Was it well done of rafli VirginiuSy
To flay his daughter with his owne right hand,
Becaufe flie was enfor'ft, ftain'd, and deflowr'd ?
Satur, It was Andronkus.,
Tit. Your reafon, Mighty Lord ?
Sat. Becaufe the Girle,ihould not furuine her ihame.
And by her prefence ftill renew his forrowes.
Tit. A reafon mighty, ftrong, and effe^iuall,
A patterne, prefldent,and liuely warrant,
Forme(moft wretched) to performe the like:
Die,die,L<2»/m^,and thy ihame with thee,
And with thy fliame, thy Fathers forrow die.
}{e kjli her.
Sat. What haft done, vnnaturall and vnkinde f
Tit. Kird her for whom my teares haue made me blind,
I am as wofull as Virginius was,
And haue a thoufand times morecaufe then he.
Sat. What was ihe rauiiht ?te]l who did the deed,
Tit. Wilt pleafe you eat,
Wilt pleafe yourHignefle feed ?
Tarn. Why haft thou flaine thine onely Daughter?
Titus. Not I,'twas Chiron znà Demetrius y
They rauiiht her, and cutaway her tongue.
And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Satu. Go fetch them hither to vs prefently.
Tt. Why there they are both, baked in that Pie,
Whereof their Mother dantily hath fed,
I Eating the fleíh that ihe herfelfe hath bred.
'Tis true,'tis true,witneire my kniues iharpe point.
fíe ßabs the Emprejfe.
Satu. Die franticke wretch, for this accurfed deed,
< Luc. Can the Sonnes eye, behold his Father bleed ?
There's meede for meede, death for a deadly deed.
Mar. You fad fac'd men, people and Sonnes of Rome,
j By vprores feuer'd like a flight of Fowle,
' Scattred by windes and high tempeftuous gufts :
Oh let me teach you how, to knit againe
This icattred Corne,into one mutuall iheafe,
Thefe broken limbs againe into one body.
Goth, Let Rome herfelfe be bane vnto herfelfe,
And ihee whom mightie klngdomes curiie too.
Like a forJorne and defperate caftaway,
Doe ihamefull execution on her felfe.
But if my froftie iignes and chaps of age,
Graue witneflTcs of true experience,
Cannot induce you to attend my words,
Speake Romes deere friend, as'erft our Aunceftor,
When with his folemne tongue he did difcourfe
To louc'ficke Didoes fad attending eare,
The ftory of that balefull burning night,
When fubtilGreekes furpriz'd King PriamsTroy.
Tell vs what Sinon hath bewicht our eares,
Or who hath brought the fatall engine,in,
That giues our Troy, our Rome the ciuill wound.
My heart is not compadf of flint nor fteele.
Nor can I vtter all our bitter griefe,
But floods of teares will drowne my Oratorie,
And breake my very vrtrance,eu€n in the time
When it ihould moue you to attend me moft,
Lending your kind hand Commiferation.
Heere is a Captaine, let him tell the tale.
Your hearts will throb and weepe to heare him fpeake,
Luc* This Noble Auditory, be it knowne to you,
That curfed Qbiron and Demetrius
Were they that murdred our Empereurs Brother,
And they it were that rauifhed our Sifter,
For their fell faults our Brothers were beheaded.
Our Fathers teares defpird,and bafely coufen'd.
Ofthat true hand that fought Romes quarrell out.
And fent her enemies vnto the graue.
Laftly, my felfe vnkindly baniihed,
The gates fliut on me,and turn'd weeping out,
To beg reliefe among Romes Enemies,
Who drown'd their enmity in my true teares,
And op'd their armes to imbrace me as a Friend ;
And I am turned forth,be it knowne to you,
That haue prefcru'd her welfare in my blood,
And from her boibme tooke the Enemies point.
Sheathing the fteele in my aduentrous body.
Alas you know, I am no Vaunter I,
My fears can witnefle,dumbe although they are.
That my report is iuft and full of truth:
But foft, me thinkes I do digreíTe too much,
Cyting my worthleffe praife:Oh pardon me.
For when no Friends are by, men praife themfelues,
Marc. Now is my turne to fpeake: Behold this Child,
Of this was Tamora deliuered,
The iflue of an Irreligious Moorcy
Chiefe Architeff and plotter of thefe woes,
The Villaine is aliue in Titus boufe,
And as he is, to witnefle this is true.
Now iudge what courfe had Titus to reuenge
Thefe wrongs, vnfpeakeable part patience,
Or more then any liuing man could beare.
Now you haue heard the truth,what fay you Romaines?
Haue we done ought amifle? Ihew vs wherein,
And from the place where you behold vs now,
The poore remainder of Andronkiy
Will hand in hand all headlong caft vs downe,
And on the ragged ftones beat forth our braines,
And make a mutuall clofure of our houfe :
Speake Romaines fpeake,and if you fay we ihall,
Loe hand i-n hand, Lucius and I will fall.
Smilli. Come come, thou reuerent man of Rome,
And bring our Emperour gently in thy hand,
Lucius our Emperour :for well I know,
The common voyce do cry it ihall be fo.
Mar. Lucius,^\l haile Romes Royall Emperour,
Goe,goe into old Titus CorrowiuW houfe,
And hither hale that misbelieuing Afpori,
To be adiudg'd fome direful! flaughtering death,
As puniihment for his moft wicked life.
Lucius all haile to Romes gracious Gouernour.
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Luc. Thankes gentle Romanes, may I gouerne fo.
To heale Romes harmes,and wipe away her woe.
But gentle people,giue me ayme a-while,
For Nature puts me to a heauy taske :
Stand all aloofe, but Vnckle draw you neere,
To Ihed obfequious teares vpon this Trünke :
Oh take this warme kifle on thy pale cold lips,
Thefe forrowfull drops vpon thy bloud-ilaine face.
The lad true Duties of thy Noble Sonne.
Mar. Teare for teare,and louing kiíTe for kide.
Thy Brother Marcus tenders on thy Lips :
O were the fumme of thefe that I (hould pay
Countlefle, and infinit, yet would I pay them.
Luc. Come hither Boy, come, come, and learne of vs
To melt in Ihowres : thy Grandfire lou'd thee well :
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee :
Sung thee alleepe, his Louing Breft, thy Pillow •.
Many a matter hath he told to thee,
jMeete, and agreeing with thine Infancie :
n that refpeft then, like a louing Childe,
Shed yet fome fmall drops from thy tender Spring,
Becaufe kinde Nature doth require it fo:
Friends,Ihould aflbciate Friends,in Greefe and Wo.
Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,
Do him that kindnelTe,and take leaue of him.
fBcy. O Grandfire,Grandfire ; euen with all my heart
Would I were Dead,fo you did Liue againe.
O Lord, I cannot fpeake to him for weeping.
My teares will choake me, if 1 ope my mouth.
Romans. You fad .Andronici, haue done with woes,
Giue fentence on this execrable Wretch,
That hath beene breeder of thefe dire euents.
Luc. Set him breft deepe in earth,and familh him:
There let him ftand,and raue,and cry for foode :
If any one releeues, or pitties him, '
For the offence, he dyes. This is our doome:
Some ftay, to fee him faft'ned in the earth.
Aon. O why Ihould wrath he mute,& Fury dumbe.'
I am no Baby I, that with bafe Prayers
I ihould repent the Euils I haue done.
Ten thoufand worfe, then euer yet I did.
Would I performe if I might haue my will :
If one good Deed in all my life 1 did,
I do repent it from my very Soule.
Lucius. Some louing Friends conuey the £mp.hence,
And giue him buriall in his Fathers graue.
My Father, and Lauinia, ftiall forthwith
Be clofed in our Houiholds Monument :
As for that heynous Tyger Tamara,
No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds:^
No mournfull Bell lhall ring her Buriall :
But throw her foorth to Beafts and Birds of prey:
Her life was Beaft-like, and deuoid of pitty.
And being fo, ftiall haue like want of pitty.
See luftice done on Aaron that damn'd Moore,
From whom, our heauy happes had their beginning :
Then afterwards, to Order well the State,
That like Euents, may ne're it Ruinate. Exeunt mnes.
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ROMEO and IVLIET.
aASlus 'Primus. Scœna Aprima.
Enter Sampfon and Gregory., with Stvcrds and Bucl^lerSf
of the Houje of Capulet*
Sampfon,
Regory : A my word weeM not carry coales.
Greg, No, for then we ihould be Colliars.
Samp. 1 mean, if we be in chollec, wee'l draw».
Grez, I, While you Hue, draw your necke out
o'th Collar.
Samp, I ftrike quickly, being mou'd.
Greg^ But thou art not quickly mou*d to ftrike.
Samp, A dog of the houfe of Mountaguey mouea me.
Grtg. To moue,is to ftir: and to be valiant,is to ftand:
Therefore, if thou art mouM,thou runft away.
Samp, A dogge of that houfe ihall moue me to ftand^
I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues,
Greg. That Ihewes thee a weake flaue, for the wea-
keft goes to the wall.
Samp,. True, and therefore women being the weaker
VefleJs, are euer thruft to the wall : therefore I will puih
Mifuntagues men from the wall, and thruft his Maides to
the wall. (their men,
Greg, The Qnarrell is betweene our Mafters, and vs
Samp, *Tis all one, I will ihew my ielfe a tyranttwhen
1 haue fought with the men, 1 will bee ciuill with the
Maids,and cut off their heads.
Greg, The heads of the Maids ?
.W.I,the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads,
Take it in what fence thou wilt.
Greg, They muft take it fence, that feele it.
Samp,. Me they lhall feele while I am able to ftand :
And *tis knowne I am a pretty peece of flefh.
Greg, 'Tis well thou art not Fiih : If thou had'ft, thou
had'iVbeene poore lohn. Draw thy Toole,here comes of
the Houfe of the a^ountagues.
Enter tv>o other Seruingmen.
SamMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back.thee
Gre. How? Turne thy backe,and run.
Sam. Feare me not.
Gre., No marry ; I feare thee.
Sam. Let vs take the Law of our fides: let them begin.
Gr.l wH frown as I pafTc by,& let the take it as they lift
Sam. Nay,as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them,
which is a difgrace to them, if they beare it.
Abra^ Do you bite your Thumbe at vs fir ?
Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, fir.
Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, fir ?
Sam, Is the Law of our fide, if I fay I? Gre. No.
6çi
Samy No fir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you fir; but
I bite my Thumbe fir.
Greg, Do you quarrell fir.?
Abra. Qüarrell fir? no fir. (as you
Sam, Ifyou-do fir, I am for you, I feme as good a man
Abra.. No better ? Samp,. Well fir.
Enter 'Eenuolio,
Çr.S^y better there comes-one of my mafters kinfmen»
Samp, yes, better.
Abra. You Lye,
Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy
wafhing blow. They Fight.
Ben. Part Fooles,put vp your Swords,you know not
what you do.
Enter Tihalt,
Tyb. What art thou drawne, among thefe heartlefle
Hindes? Turne thee '^enuolioy\ooV.t vpon thy death.
Ben. I do but keepe the peace,put vp thy Sword,
Or manage it to part thefe men with me.
Tyh. What draw,and talke of peace? I hate the word
As-1 hate hell, all Mountagues,2jnà, thee :
Haue at thee Coward. Fight.
Enter three or fowe Citi%eni -with Clubs,
Clubs,Bils,and Partifons, ftrike, beat them down
Downe with the Capuletsyúovtnt with the Mountagues.
Enter old Capulet in his GoTvne,and bis reife.
Cap. What noife is this?Giue me my Jong Sword ho.
FFife. A crutch,a crutch : why call you fot a Sword ?
Cap. My Sword 1 fay : Old Mountague is come.
And flourifhes his Blade in fpight of me.
Enter old MountagueyÓ* his reife.
Aíba/r.Thou vüiaine Capulet. Hold me not, let me go
%.Wift. Thou fhalt not ftir a foote to feeke a Foe.
Enter Prince Sskales, "with bis Traîne,.
Prince. Rebellious Subiefts, Enemies to peace,
Prophaners of this Neighbor-ftained Steele,
WJU they not heare? What hoe,you Men, you Beafts,
That quench tho fire of your pernitious Rage,
With purple Fountaines: »ITuing from your Veines ;
On paine of Torture, from thofe bloody hands
Throw your miftemper'd Weapons to the ground.
And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince.
Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word,
By thee old Capulet and Mountaguey
Haue thrice difturb'd the quiet of our ftreets,
And made Veronal ancient Citizens
Caft by their Graue befeeming Ornaments,
To wield old Partizans, in hands as old,
ee 3 Cankred
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Canlcred with peace,to part your Cankred hate,
If euer you d'lfturbe our ftreets againe,
Your hues /hall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the reft depart away :
You CapuUt fliall goe along with me,
And Mountague come you this afternoone,
To know our Fathers pleafure in this cafe :
To old Free-towne,our common iudgement place:
Once more on paine of death, all men depart. Exeunt^
Moun, Who fet this auncient quarrel! new abroach ?
Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began :
Ben. Heere were the feruants of your aduerfarie,
And yours clofe fighting ere I did approach,
I drew to part them,in the in/tant came
The fiery Tihalty with his fword prepared,
Which *3$ he breathed defiance to my eares,
He fwong about his head, and cut thie windes,
Who nothing hurt wichall, hift him in fcorne.
While "We were enterchanging thrufts and blowes.
Came more and more, and foughton part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
O where is Romeoyfuw you him to day?
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an houre before the worihlpt Sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the Eaft,
A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
That Weft-ward rooteth from this City fide^
So earely walking did I fee your Sonne :
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me.
And ftole into the couert of the wood,
I meafuring his affections by my owne.
Which then moft fought, wher moft might not be found:
Being one too many by my weary felfe,
Purfued my Honour, not purfuing his
And gladly ihunn*d, who gladly fled from me.
Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene ieene,
With teares augmenting the fre/h mornings deaw,
Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe fighes,
But all fo foone as the all-cheering Sunne,
Should in the fartheft Eaft begin to draw
The /hadie Curtaines from ..Auroras bed,
Away from light fteales home my heauy Sonne,
And priuate in his Chamber pennes himfelfe,
Shuts vp his windoweSjlockes faire day-light out,
And makes himfelfe an artificial! night:
Blacke and portendous muft this humour proue,
Vnleffe good couniell may the caufe remouc.
Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the caufe ?
Moun. I neither know it,nor can learne ofhim.
^en. Haue you importuned him byanymeanes?
Moun. Both by my ielfe and many others Friends,
But he his owne affieCbions counieller,
Is to himfelfe( I will not fay how true)
But to himfelfe fo fecret and fo clofe,
So farre from founding and difcouery,
As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
Ere he can fpread his fweete le.iues to the ayre,
Or dedicate his beauty to the fame.
Could we but learne from whence his forrowes grow,
We would as willingly giue cure, as know.
Enter Romeo.
Be.n See where he comes, fo pleafe you ftep afide,
He know his greeuance,or be much denide.
Moun. I would thou wert fo happy by thy ftay,
To heare true /hrift. Come Madam let's away. Exeunt.
^en. Good morrow Coufin.
Rom. Is the day fo young ?
Ben, But new ftrooke nine.
Rom. Aye me, fad houres feeme long:
Was that my Father that went henee fo faft ?
^en. It was : what fadnes lengthens Romeo*s houres?
Ro, Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them ftiort
Ben, In loue.
Romeo. Out.
Ben. Of loue.
Rom, Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
^en. Alas chat loue fo gentle in his view,
Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proofe.
Rom. Alas that loue, whofe view is muffled ftill,
Should without eyes,fee path-wayes to his will:
Where /hall we dine ? O me ; what fray was heere?
Yet tell me not, fori haue heard it all;
Heere's much to do with hate,but more with loue:
Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
O any thing,of nothing firft created :
O heauie lightne/re,ferious vanity,
Mi/hapen Chaos of welfeeing formes,
Feather of lead, bright fmoake,cold fire,ficke health,
Still waking /leepe, that is not what it is :
This loue feele I, that feele no ioue in this.
Doeft thou not laugh f
'Ben. No Coze,l rather weepe.
Rom. Good heart, at what ?
Ben. At thy good hearts opprefsion.
Rom. Why fuch is loues tranfg refsion.
Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my breaft,
Which thou wilt propagate to haue it preaft
With more of thine, this loue that thou haft /kowne,
Doth adde more griefe,to too much of mine owne.
Loue,Í€ a fmoake made with the fume of fighes,
Being purg'd, a fire fparkling in Louers eyes,
Being vext,a Sea nouri/htwith louing teares,
What is it el/e ? a madneire,moft difcreet,
A choking gall,and a preferuing fweete
Farewell my Coze.
Ben. Soft I will goe along.
And if you leaue me ro,you do me wrong.
Rom. Tut I haue loft my /clfe,I am not here.
This is not Romeoy hee's fome other where.
Ben. Tell me in fadne/Tcjwho is that you loue?
Rom. What /hall I grone and tell thee f
Ben, Grone, why no : but fadly tell me who.
B^m. A ficke man in fadne/Te makes his will :
A word ill vrg'd to one that is fo ill;
Jn fadne/Te Cozin,I do loue a woman.
Ben. I aym'd fo neare, when I fuppof'd you lou'd.
Rom. A right good marke man,and ihee's faire I loue
Ben, A right faire marke,faire Coze,is fooneft Kit.
Rom, Well in that hit you mi/Tej/hecl not be hit
With Cupids arrow,/he hath Dians wit ;
And in ftrong proofe of chaftity well arm'd;
Fromiloues weake childi/h Bow, /he liues vncharm'd.
Shee will not ftay the fiege of louing tearmes,
Nor bid th'incounter of aíTairmg eyes.
Nor open her lap to Saindt-ièducing Gold :
O íhe is rich in beautie,onely pooee,
That when íhe dies, with beautie dies her ftore.
Ben, Then/he hath fworne, that íhe will ftill liuc chaft ?
Rom. She hath,and in that fparing make huge ivaft?
For beauty fteru'd with her /euerity,
Cuts beauty off*from all pofterltie.
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55
She is too faire,too wifewi : fely too iàire,
To merit bliíTe by making me difpaire :
She hath forfworne to loue, and in that vow
Do I liue dead, that Hue to tell it now.
Be rul'd by me,forget to thinke ofher.
Rom. O teach me how í íhould forget to thinke.
Ben. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties,
Äo.*Tis the way to cal hers(exquilît)in queftion more,
Thefe happy maskes that kifle faire Ladies browes.
Being blacke,put$ vs in mind they hide the faire :
He that is ftrooken blind,cannot forget
The precious treafure ofhis eye-fight loft :
Shew me a Miftrefie that is pafling faire,
What doth her beauty íérue but as a note,
Where I may read who paft that pafilng faire.
Farewell thou can'ft not teach me to forger,
^en. He pay that doiVrine, or elfe die in debt. Exeunt
Enter CapuletyOuntie Paris^and the Clorrne,
Capu. efMountague is bound as well as I,
In penalty aJike,and 'tis not hard 1 thinke.
For men fo old as wee, to keepe the peace.
?jr. Of Honourable reckoning are you both.
And pittie 'tis you liu'd at ods fo long;
But now my Lord, what fay you to my fute ?
Capu, But faying ore what I haue iàid before.
My Child is yet a ftranger in the world,
Shec hath not feene the change offourteene yeares.
Let two more Summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may thinke he^ ripe to be a Bride.
Paru Younger then lhe,are happy mothers made.
Capu. And too foone mar'd are thofe fo early made :
Earth hath fwallowed all my hopes but ftie,
Shcc's the hopefull Lady of my earth;
But wooe her gentle Í¿ir¿r,get her heart,
My will to her confent, is but a part,
And ihee agree, within her fcope of choife,
Lyes my confent,and faire according voice :
This night I hold an old accuftom'd Feaft,
Whereto I haue inuited many a Gueft,
Such as 1 loue, and you among the ftore,
One more,moft welcome makes my number more ;
At my poore houfe,looke to behold this night,
Earth-treading ftarres,that make darke heauen light.
Such comfort as do lufty young men feele.
When well apparrefd Aprill on the heele
Of limping Winter treads, euen fuch delight
Among freih Fennell buds ihall you this night
Inherit atmy houfe: heare all,all fee :
And like her moft, whofe merit moft lhall be :
Which one more veiw,of many,mine being one,
May ftand in number, though in reckning none.
Come,goe with me; goe firrah trudge about,
Through faire Verona^iitï^ thofe perfons out,
Whofe names are written there,and to them fay,
My houfe anti welcome,on their pleafure ftay. Exit.
&r. Find them out whofe names are written. Heere it
is written, that the Shoo-maker íhould meddle with his
Yard, and the Tayler with his Laft, the Fiiher with his
Penfill, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am fent to
find thofe perfons whofe names are writ,& can neuer find
what names the writing perfon hath here writl( I muft to
the learned) in good time.
Enter ŒenuoHo^and 'Romeo.
Ben. Tut man, one fire burnes out anothers burning,
Onepaine is lefned by anothers anguiih :
Turne giddie,and be hoipe by backward turning : |
One defparate greefe, cures with anothers lauguiih ; '
Take thou feme new ¡nfeíHon* to the eye,
And the rank poyfon of the old wil die.
'Rom. Your Plantan leafeis excellent for that. ;
^en. For what I pray thee f
Rom. For your broken/hin. i
^en. Why Äowro art thou mad ? !
Rem. Not mad, but bound more then a mad man \S4
Shut vp in prifon,kept without my foode,
Whipt and tormented : and Godden good fellow,
Ser. Godgigoden, I pray fir can you read.''
Rom. I mine owne fortune in my miferie.
Ser. Perhaps you haue learn'd it without booke ;
But I pray can you read any thingyou fee?
Rom. I,if 1 know the Letters and the Language.
Ser. Ye fay honeftly,reft you merry.
Rom* Stay fellow,! can read.
He reades the Letter.
Ç^Eigneur Mar tino yond his rvift and daughter : County An-
^Jelme and his heautious ßßers : the Lady tpiddofo ofUtru-
ttioy Seigneur Placentio yond bis louely Neeces : Mer cutio and
bü brother Valentine : mine *vncle Capulet his reiße and daugh¬
ters : my faire Neece Rofa/ine ,Liuia ^Seigneur ValentioyÓ' bü
Cojen Tybalt : Lucio and the Isuely Helena.
A faire aíTémbly,whither íhould they come?
Ser. Vp.
Rom. Whither to fupper?
Ser. -A, our houfe.
Rom. Whofe houfe?
Ser. My Maifters.
Rom* Indeed I íhould haue asktyou that before.
Ser. Now lie tell you without asking. My maifter is
the great rich Capulet y and if you be not of the houfe of
Mountagues I pray come and cruih a cupjof wine. Reft
you merry. Sxit.
Ben. At this fame auncient Feaft of Capuhts
Sups the faire 'Rojaliney whom thou fo loues :
With all the admired Beauties oÎVeronuy
Go thither and with vnattainted eye,
Compare her face with fome that I ihall ihow,
And J will make thee thinke thySwan a Crow. |
Rom. When the deuout religion of mine eye
Maintalnes fuch fallhood, then turne teares to fire :
And thefe who often drown'd could neuer die,
.Tranfparent Heretiques be burnt for Hers.
One fairer then my loue ; the all-feeing Sun
Nere faw her match, fince firft the world begun.
Ben. Tut,you faw her faire,none elfe being by,
Herfelfe poyPd with herfelfe in either eye :
But in that Chriftall fcales let there be waid.
Your Ladies loue agalnft fome other Maid
That I will (how you,ihining at this Feaft,
And ihe ihew fcant ihell, well,that now ihewcs beft.
Rom. lie goe along,no fuch fight to be ihowne.
But to reioyce in fplendor of mine owne.
Enter Capulet s Wife and Nurfe*
Wife Nurfe wher's my daughter? call her forth to me.
Nurfe. Now by my Maidenhead, at twelue yeare old
I bad her come,what Lamb:what Ladi-bird, God forbid, j
Where's this Girle?what luliet} \
Enter luliet,
Juliet. How now,who calls?
Nur. Your Mother.
Juliet. Madam I am heere, what is your will t?
Wife. This is the matter : Nurfe giue leaue awhile, We
muft
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muft talke in iccret. Nurfecomc backe againe,! haue re-
membred me,thou'fe heare our counfell. Thou knoweft
my daughter's of a prety age.
Nurje. Faith I can tell her age vnto an houre.
Shee's not fourteene.
NurJe. He lay fourteene of my teeth,
And yet to my teene be it fpoken,
I haue but foure, Ihee's not fourteene.
How long is it now to Lammas tide?
Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes.
Nurfe. £uen or odde, of all daies in the yeare come
Lammas Eue at night ihall llie be fourteene. Sujan & Ihe,
God reft all Chriftian foules, were of an age. Well Sufan
is with God, ihe was too good for me.But as 1 faid, on La^
mas Eue at night ihall ihe be fourteene, that ihall ihe ma¬
rie,! remember it well. 'Tis lince the Earth-quake now
eleuen yeares,and ihe was wean'd I neuer ihall forget it,
of all the daies of the yeare, vpon that day ; for I had then
laid Worme-wood to my Dug fitting in the Sunne vnder
the Douehoufe wall, my Lord and you were then at
Mantua^, nay ! doe beare a braine. But as ! faid, when it
did taft the Worme-wood on the nipple of my Dugge,
and felt it bitter,pretty foole,to fee at teachie, and fall out
with the Dugge, Shake quoth the Doue-houfe, 'twas no
neede ! trow to bid mee trudge : and fince that time it is
a eleuen yeares,for then ihe could ftand alone, nay bi'th'
roode ihe could haue runne,& wadled all about : for euen
the day before llae broke her brow, & then my Husband
God be with his foule, a was a merrie man, tooke vp the
Child, yea quoth hee,doeft thou fail vpon thy face 1 thou
wilt fall backeward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou
not lute ? And by my holy-dam, the pretty wretch lefce
crying,faid 1 : to fee now how a !eft ihall come about.
I warrant,& ! /hall liue a thoufand yeares, I neuer íhould
forget it : wilt thou not /w/¿f quoth he.'and pretty foole it
ftinted,and faid I.
Old La. inough of this,! pray thee hold thy peace..
Nurfe. Yes Madam,yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to
thinke it ihould leaue crying, & fay ! í and yet ! warrant
it had vpon it brow, a bumpe as big as a young Cockrels
ftone? A perilous knock,and it cryed bitterly. Yea quoth
my husband, fall'ft vpon thy face, thou wilt fall back¬
ward when thou commeft to age : wilt thou not lule^ It
ftinted:and faid !«
litle. And Hint thou too,! pray thee Nurje^idiy I.
Nur. Peace I haue donerGod marke thee too his grace
thou waft the prettieft Babe that ere 1 nurft, and 1 might
liue to fee thee married once, ! haue my wiih.
Old La. Marry that marry is the very theame
I came to talke of, tell me daughter luTtet,
How ftands your difpofition to be Married?
lull. It is an houre that 1 dreame not of.
Nur. An houre,were not I thine onely Nurfe, I would
fay thou had'ft fuckt wiiedome from thy teat.
old L<2. Well thinke of marriage now,yonger then you
Heere in Verona-, Ladies of efteeme,
Are made already Mothers. By my count
I was your Mother, much vpon thefe yeares
That you are now a Maide,thus then in briefe :
The valiant 'Paris feekes you for his loue,
Nurfe. A man young Lady, Lady, fuch a man as all
the world. Why hee'saman of waxe.
Old La. Summer hath not fuch a flower.
Nurfe. Nay hee's a ftow€r,infaith a very fiower.
Old La: What fay you,can you loue the Gentleman?
This night you fhall behold him at our Feaft,
Read ore the volume of young Parù fsce.
And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen:
Examine eucry feuerall liniament,
And fee how one another lends content:
And what obfcur'd in this faire volume lies,
Find written in the Margent of his eyes.
This precious Booke of Loue, this vn bound Louer,
To Beautifie him,onely lacks a Couer.
The filh Uues in the Sea, and 'tis much pride
For faire without,the faire within to hide:
That Booke in manies eyes doth iharethe glorie,
That in Gold clafpeSjLockes in the Golden ftorie r
So ihall you fiiare all that he doth poifefie,
By hauing him,making your felfe no lefle.
Nurfe. No lefle,nay bigger;women grow by men.
Old La. Speake briefly,can you like of Paris loue •?
luU. lie looke to like,if looking liking moue.
But no more deepe will I cndart mine eye.
Then your confent giues ftrength to make flye.
Enter a Seruing man.
Ser. Madam,the guefts are come, fupper feru'd vp,you
card,my young Lady askt for, the Nurfe cur'ft in the Paû-
tery,and euery thing in extremitie : ! muft hence to wait, I
befeech you follow ftraight. SxU.
<f\To. We follow thee,/«//íí, the Countie ftaies.
Nurfe, Goe Gyrle, feeke happxe nights to happy daies.
Exeunt.
Enter RomeOyfdÄTercutiOyEenuol\o.,rcitbfiue orßxe
other UTasJ^rst Torch-bearers.
Rom. What (hall this fpeeh be fpoke for our excufe Í
Or ihall we on without Apologie?
"^en. The date is out of fuch prolixitle,
Weele haue no Ctt/>/</,hood winkt with a skarfe,
Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath,
Skaring the Ladies like a Crow-keeper.
But let them meafure vs by what they will.
Weele meafure them a Meafure,and be gone.
Rom. Glue me a Torch,! am not for this ambling.
Being but heauy ! will beare the light«
Mer. Nay gentle RomeoyV/t muft haue you dance.
Rom. Not 1 beleeue me,you haue dancing (hooes
With nimble foles,! haue a foale of Lead
So ftakes me to the ground, ! cannot moue.
<tMer. You are a Louer, borrow Cupids wings,
And foare with them aboue a common bound.
Rom. I am too fore enpearced with his ihaft.
To foare with his light feathers,and to bound:
! cannot bound a pitch aboue dull woe,
Vnder loues heauy burthen doe! finke.
Hora. And to iinke in it fhould you burthen loue,
Too great oppreflion for a tender thing.
Rom. Is loue a tender thing ?it is too rough,
Too rude, too boyfterous,and it pricks like thorne«
çMer. If loue be rough with you,b"B rough with loue,
Pricke loue for pricking,and you beat loue downc,
Giue me a Cafe to put my vifage in, f
A Vifor for a Vifor, what care I
What curious eye doth quote deformities;
Here are the Beetle-browes ihall bluih for me.
Ben. Come knocke and enter, and no foonerln,
But euery man betake him to his legs.
Rom. A Torch for me,let wantons light ofheart
Tickle the fenceleíTe ruiheswith their heeles :
For I am prouerb'd with a Grandfier Phrafe,
lie be a Candle-holder and looke on,
The game was nere fo faire, and 1 am done.
Mer. Tut J
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Mer. Tut, duns the Moufe, the Conftables owne word,
" thou art dun,weele draw thee from the mire.
Or faue your reuerence loue, wherein thou ftickeft
Vp to the eares, come we burne day-light ho,
Rom. Nay that's not fo.
Mer. I meane fir I delay.
We waft our lights in vaine, lights, lights, by day;
Take our good meaning, for our Judgement fits
Fiue times in that,ere once in our fine wits.
Rom. And we meane well in going to this Maske,
But 'tis no wit to go.
¿Mer. Why may one aske ?
Rom. I dreampt a dreame to night.
¿Mer, And fo did 1.
Rom. Well what was yours.'
eJkfer. That dreamers often lye.
J^o. In bed a fieepe while they do dreame things true.
Mer. O then I fee Q^eene Mab hath beene with you :
She is the Fairies Midwife, & flie comes in lhape no big¬
ger then Agat-ftone, on the fore-finger of an Alderman,
drawne with a teeme of little Atomies,ouer mensnofes as
they lie afleepe : her Waggon Spokes made of long Spin¬
ners legs : the Couer of the wings of Gralhoppers, her
Traces of, the fmalleft Spiders web, her coullers of the
Moonlhines watry Beames, her Whip of Crickets bone,
the Lalh of Philome, her Waggoner, afmall gray-coated
Gnat, not hälfe fo bigge as a round little Wörme, prickt
from the Lazie-finger of a man. Her Chariot is an emptie
Hafelnut, made by the loyner Squirrel or old Grub, time
out a mind, the Faries Coach-makers ; & in this ftate Ihe
gallops night by night, through Louers braines : and then
they dreame of Loue. On Courtiers knees, that dreame on
Curfies lirait .■ ore Lawyers fingers, who ftraiti dreamt on
Fees, ore Ladies lips, who lirait on kifies dreame, which
oft the angry Mab with blifters plagues, becaufe their
breath with Sweet meats tainted are. Sometime Ihe gal¬
lops ore a Courtiers nofe, & then dreames he of fmelling
out afute:& fomtime comes Ihe with Tith pigs tale, tick¬
ling a Parfons nofe as a lies aOeepe, then he dreames o f
another Benefice. Sometime Ihe driueth ore a Souldiers
necke, & then dreames he of cutting Forraine throats, of
Breaches, Ambufcados, Spanilh Blades : Of Healths fiue
Fadome deepe,and then anon drums in his eares,at which
he Hartes and wakes; and being thus frighted, fweares a
prayer or two & fieepes againeithis is that very Mab that
plats the manes of Horfes in the night ; & bakes the Elk-
locks in foule fiuttilh haires, which once vntangled,much
misfortune bodes.
This is the hag, when Maides lie on their backs.
That prelTes them, and learnes them firft to beare,
Making them women of good carriage :
This is Ihe.
Rom. Peace, peace, ¿Mercutio peace.
Thou talk'ft of nothing.
¿Mer. True,! talke of dreames ;
Which are the children of an idle braine.
Begot of nothlng,but vaine phantafie',
Which is as thin of fubftance as the ayre.
And more inconftant then the wind, who wooes
Euen now the frozen bofome of the North :
And being anger'd, puftës away from thence.
Turning his fide to the dew dropping South.
'Ben. This wind you taike of blowes vs from our felues,
Supper is done, and we lhall come too täte.
Rom, I feare too early,for my mind mifgiues,
Some confequence yet hanging in the ftarres,
Shall bitterly begin his fearefull date
With this nights reuels,and expire the tearme
Of a defpifed life clof'd in my breft:
By fome vile forfeit of vntimely death.
But he that hath the ftirrage of mycourfe,
Direib my fute : on luftie Gentlemen.
Ben. Strike Drum.
Tiey .march about the Stage, and Seruingmen come forth
with their nafl^tns.
Bnter Seruant.
Ser. Where'sthat he helpes not to take away?
He Ihift a Trencher ? he fcrape a Trencher ?
!. When good manners,lhall lie in one or two mens
hands,and they vnwalht too, 'tis a foule thing.
Ser. Away with the loynftooles, remoue the Court-
cubbord, looke to the Plate : good thou, faue mee a piece
of Marchpane,and as thou loueft me, let the Porter let in
Sufan Grindßone,uni Nell,Anthonie and Potfan.
Í. I Boy readie.
&r. You are lookt for, and cal'd for,askt for,& fought
for,in the great Chamber.
1 We cannot be here and there too, chearly Boyes,
Be brisk awhile, and the longer liuer Cake all.
Exeunt.
Enter all the Gueßs and Gentlewomen to the
Maliters.
1. Capu. Welcome Gentlemen,
Ladies that haue their toes
Vnplagu'd with Cornes,wiU walke about with you :
Ah my Miftrefies, which of you all
Will now deny to dance ? She that makes dainty.
She lie fweare hath Comes : am I come neare ye now ?
Welcome Gentlemen, I haue feene the day
That I haue worne a Vifor, and could tell
A whifpering tale in a faire Ladies eare :
Such as would pleafe : 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone,
You are welcome Gentlemen,come Mufitians play:
MufKke plaies : and the dance.
A Hall, Hall,glue roome, and foote it Girles,
More light you knaues,and turne the Tables vp :
And quench the fire, the Roome is growne too hot.
Ah firrah,this vnlookt for fport comes well :
Nay fit, nay fit, good Cozin Capulet,
For you and I are paft ourdauncing daies :
How long 'ill now fince laft your felfe and I
Were in a Maske ?
2. Capu. Berlady thirty yeares.
I. Capa. Whatman :'tis not fo much,'tis not fo much,
'Tis fince the Nuptiall of Lucentio,
Come Pentycoft as quickely as it will.
Some fiue and twenty yeares, and then we Maskt.
2 . Cap. 'Tis more,'tis more, his Sonne is elder fir :
His Sonne is thirty.
3. Cap. Will you tell me that Í
His Sonne was but a Ward two yeares agoe.
Rom. What Ladie is that which doth inrich the hand
Of yonder Knight?
Ser. I know not fir.
Rom, O file doth teach the Torches to burne bright :
It feemes Ihe hangs vpon the cheeke of night,
As a rich lewel in an a$thiops eare:
Beauty too rich for vfe,for earth too deare :
So Ihewes a Snowy Doue trooping with Crowes,
As yonder Lady ore her fellowes Ihowes;
The meafure done, He watch her place of Hand,
And touching hers,make blefied my rude hand.
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Did my heart loue till now,forfweare it fight,
For I neuer faw true Beauty till this night.
Tth. This by his voice,ihould be a Mountague,
Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the flaue
Come hither couer'd with an antique face,
To fleere and fcorne at our Solemnitie?
Now by the ftocke and Honour of my kin.
To flrike him dead I hold it not a fin.
Cap. Why how now kinfman,
Wherefore ftorme you ib ?
Tib. Vncle this is a Mountaguty our foe x
A Villaine that is hither come in fpight.
To fcorne at our Solemnitie this night.
Cap. Young Röweo is it ?
Tib. 'Tis he,that Villaine Romeo.
Cap. Content thee gentle Coi,let him alone,
A beares him like a portly Gentleman :
And to fay truth, Verona brags of him,
To be a vertuous and well gouern'd youth :
I would not for the wealth of all the towne,
Here in my houfe do him difparagement :
Therfore be patient, take no note of him,
It is my will,the which if thou refpeéb.
Shew a faire prefcnce,and put off thefe frownes,
An ill befeeming femblance for a Feaft.
Tib. Jt fits when fuch a Villaine is a gueft,
lie not endure him.
Cap. He fliall be endu'rd.
What goodman boy, I fay he fliall,go too,
Am I the Maifter here or you ? go too,
Youle not endure him, God fliall mend my fouie,
Voule make a Mutinie among the Guefts:
You will fet cocke a hoope,youle be the man.
Tib. Why Vncle, 'tis a ihame.
Cap. Go too, go too.
You are a fawcy Boy, 'ift fo indeed ?
This tricke may chance to fcath you, I know what.
You muft contrary me, marry'tis time.
Well faid my hearts,you are a Princox, goe.
Be quiet, or more light, more light for lhame,
lie make you quiet. What, chearely my hearts.
Tib. Patience perforce,with wilfull choler meeting,
Makes my flefli tremble in their different greeting ;
I will withdraw, but this intrufion fliall
Now feeming fweet, conuert to bitter gall. Exit,
Rom. If I prophane wirh my vnworthieft hand.
This holy flirine, the gentle fin is this.
My lips to blufliing Pilgrims did ready fland,
To fmooth that rough touch, with a tender kifle.
lul. Good Pilgrime,
You do wrong your hand too much*
Which mannerly deuotion fliewes in this,
For Saints haue hands,that Pilgrims hands do tuch,
And palme to palme, is holy Palmers kiffe.
Rom. Haue not Saints lips,and holy Palmers too ?
luL I Pilgrim,lips that they muft vfe in prayer.
Rom. O then deare Saint,let lips do what hands do,
They pray(grant thou)Ieaft faith turne to difpaire.
lui. Saints do not moue.
Though grant for prayers fake.^
R^m. Then moue not while ray prayers effect I take:
Thus from my lips,by thine my fin is purg'd.
lul. Then haue my lips the fin that they haue tooke.
Rom. Sin from my lips?0 trefpafle fweetly vrg'd :
Giue me my fin againe.
lul. You kifle by'th'booke.
Nur, Madam your Mother craues a word with you,
Rom, What is her Mother f
NurJ. Marrie Batcheler,
Her Mother is the Lady of the houfe,
And a good Lady.and a wife,and Vertuous,
I Nur'ft her Daughter that you talkt withall :
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her,
Shall haue thechincks.
Rom. Is flie a Capulet i
0 deare account !My life is my foes debt.
Ben. Away, be gone, the fport is at the beft.
Rom. I fo I feare,the more is my vnreft.
Cap. Nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone,
We haue a trifling fooliih Banquet towards;
Is it e'ne fo í why then I thanke you all,
1 thanke you honeft Gentlemen, good night:
More Torches here:come on, then let's to bed.
Ah firrah,by my faie it waxes late,
He to my reft.
luH. Come hither Nurfe,
What is yond Gentleman :
Nur, The Sonne and Heirc of old Tyberio.
lull. What's he that now is going out of doore?
Nur. Marrie that 1 thinke be young
/v/. What's he that follows here that would not dance ?
Nur. I know not,
Jul. Go aske his name; if he be married,
My graue is like to be my wedded bed.
Nur. His name is and a Mountaguty
The onely Sonne of your great Enemie.
Jul. My onely Loue fprung from my onely bate,
Too early feene,vnknowne, and knowne too late,
Prodigious birth of Loue it is to me,
That I muft loue a loathed Enemie.
Nur. What's this ? whats this?
Jul, A rime, I learne euen now
Of one I dan'ft withall.
One cah rntbiny Juliet.
Nur. Anon,anon:
Come let's away, the ftrangers all are gone.
Exeunt,
Cborué,
Now old defire doth in his death bed lie.
And yong affedtion gapes to be his Heire,
That faire, for which Loue gron'd for and would die,
With tender /lu/rVr matcht,is now not faire.
Now Romeo is beloued,and Loues againe,
A like bewitched by the charme of iookes :
But to his foe fuppos'd he muft complaine,
And flie fteale Loues fweet bait from fearcfull hookes ;
Being held a foe, he may not haue accefle
To breath fuch vowes as Louers vfe to fweare,
And flie as much in Loue, her meanesmuch leflfe,
To meete her new Beloued any where :
But paftion lends them Power, time, meanes to meete,
Temp'ring extremities with extreame fwecte.
Enter Romeo alone.
Rom. Can I goe forward when my heart is here?
Turne backe dull earth,and And thy Center out.
Enter BenuolioyVeitb Mercutio.
^en. RomeoyXny Cozen RpmeOyRomeo,
(¿Merc. He is wife.
And on my life hath ftolne him home to bed.
Ben. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall.
Call good Mercutio I
Nay,Ile conlure too.
cMer.
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c^er, Humours,Madman, Paffion, Louer,
Appeare thou in thelikeneíTe of a figh,
Speake but one rime, and 1 am fatisñed :
Cry me but ay me, Prouant, but Loue and day,
Speake to my goihip P^enuá one faire word,
One Nickname for her purblind Sonne and her.
Young Ahraham Cupid he that ihot fo true,
When King Cophetua JouM the begger Maid,
He heareth not, he ftirreth not,he mouethn ot,
The Ape is dead,I mud coniure him,
I coniure thee by T(ofaHnes bright eyes,
By her High forehead, and her Scarlet lip,
By her Fine foote,Straight leg,and Quiuering thigh,
And the Demeanes,that there Adiacentlie,
That in thy likeneiie thou appeare to vs.
'^en. And if he heare thee thou wilt anger him.
Mir. This cannot anger him,t*would anger him
To raife a fpirit in his Miftrefle circle,
Of fome dränge nature,letting it dand
Till ihe bad laid it, and coniured it downe,
That were fome fpight.
My inuocation is faire and honed, & in his Mldris name,
I coniure onely but to raife vp him.
^en. Come, he hath hid himfelfe among thefe Trees
To be conforied with the Humerous night :
Blind is his Loue, and bed bedts the darke.
Mer. If Loue be blind. Loue cannot hit the marke,
Now will he fit vnder a Medler tree.
And wilh his Midreflfe were that kind of Fruite,
As Maides call Medlers when they laugh alone,
0 Romeo that ihe were, O that die were
An open, or thou a Poprin Peare,
Romeo goodnight, He to my Truckle bed.
This Field-bed is to cold for me to ileepe.
Come fliall we go ?
Ben. Go then, for *tis in vaine to fceke him here
That meanes not to be found« Exeunt*
Rom. He ieads at Scarres that neuer felt a wound,
But foft,what light through yonder window breaks/
It is the Bad, and lullet is the Sonne,
Arife faire Sun and kill the enuious Moone,
Who is already fickeand pale with griefe,
That thou her Maid art far more faire then die :
Be not her Maid dnce die is enuious.
Her Vedal liuery is but ficke and greene,
And none butfooles do weare it,cad it off:
It is my Lady,O it is my Loue, O that fhe knew die were,
She fpeakes, yet die fayes nothing, what of that
Her eye difcourfes, I will anfwere it:
1 am too bold *tis not to me die fpeakes :
Two of the faired darres in all the Heauen,
Hauing fome bufinefle do entreat her eyes.
To twinckle in their Spheres till they returne.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head,
The brightnefle of her cheeke would ihame thofe darres,
As day-light doth a Lampe,her eye in heauen,
Would through the ayrie Region dreame fo bright.
That Birds would fing,and thinke it were not night:
See how die leanes her cheeke vpon her hand.
0 that I were a Gloue vpon that hand,
That I might touch that cheeke.
lui. Ay me«
Rom. She fpeakes.
Oh fpeake againe bright AngeW, for thou art'
As glorious to this night being ore my head.
As isa winged meíTenger of heaueni
Vrito the white vpturned wondring eyes
Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him.
When he bedrides the lazie puffing Cloudes,
And failes vpon the bofome of the ayre.
lul. O wherefore art thou Romeo i
Denie thy Father and refufe thy name :
Or if thou wilt not, be but fworne my Loue,
And He no longer be a Capulet.
Rom. Shall I heare more,or dial! I fpeake at this ?
lu, *Tis but thy name that is my Enemy :
Thou art thy felfe,though not a Mountague^
What's Mountague f it is nor hand nor foote.
Nor arme, nor face, O be fome other name
Belonging to a man.
What? in a names that which we call a Rofe,
By any other word would fmell as fweete.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal'd,
Retaine that deare perfection which he owes,
Without that title ^meoyàoffe thy name,
And for thy name which is no part of thee,
Take all my felfe.
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Call me but Loue, and He be new baptiz'd,
Hence foorth I neuer will be Romeo. '
luli. What man art thou, that thus befcreen'd in night
So dumbled on my counfell f
Rom. By a name,
I know not how to tell thee who I am :
My name deare Saint,is hatefull to my felfe,
Becaufe it is an Enemy to thee,
Had I it written,! would teare the word.
Juli. My eares haue yet not drunke a hundred words
Of thy tongues vttering,yet I know the found.
Art thou not Romeo^zná a Montague?
'%om. Neither faire Maid, if either thee dillike,
Jul, How cam'd thou hither.
Tell me,and wherefore?
The Orchard walls are high,and hard to cllmbe,
And the place death, confidering who thou art.
If any of my kinfmen find thee hete,
Rom. With Loues light wings
Did I ore-perch thefe Walls,
For ftony limits cannot hold Loue out,
And what Loue can do, that dares Loue attempt :
Therefore thy kinfmen are no ftop to me,
Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murther thee.
Rom. Aiacke there lies more perill in thine eye,
Then twenty of their Swords,looke thou but fweete.
And I am proofe againft their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here.
Rom. I haue nights cloake to hide me from their eyes
And but thou loue me, let them finde me here,
My life were better ended by their hate.
Then death proroged wanting of thy Loue.
Jul. By whofe direCHon found'ft thou out this place
Rom. By Loue that firft did promp me to enquire,
He lent me counfell,and I lent him eyes,
I am no Pylot,yet wert thou as far
As that vaft-fhore-waffiet with the fartbeft Sea,
I ihould aduenture for fuch Marchandife.
Jul. Thou knoweft the maske of night is on my face,
Elfe would a Maiden bluffi bepaint my cheeke,
For that which thou haft heard me fpeake to night,
Faine would I dwell on forme,faine, faine,denie
What I haue fpoke, but farewell Complement,
Doeft thou Loue ? I know thou wilt fay I,
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And I will take thy word, yet if thoufwear'ft,
Thou maieft proue fa!fe:at Louers penuries
They fay hue laught,oh gentle Romeoy
If thou doft Loue,pronounce it faithfully :
Or if thou thinkeft I am too quickly wonne,
lie frowne and be pcruerfe,and fay thee nay,
So thou wilt wooe : But elfe not for the world.
In truth faire Mountague I am too fond :
And therefore thou maieil thinke my behauiour light.
But truft me Gentleman, lie proue more true,
Then thofe that haue coying to be ftrange,
1 flîould haue beene more ftrange, I muft confcfle,
But that thou euer heard'ft ere 1 was ware
My true Loues paftîon, therefore pardon me.
And not impute this yeelding to light Loue,
Which the darke night hath fo difcouered,
Rom. Lady, by yonder Moone I vow,
That tips with filuer all thefeFruite tree tops.
Jul. O fweare not by the Moone,thMnconftant Moone,
That monethiy changes in her circled Orbe,
Leaft that thy Loue proue likewife variable.
Rom, What ihall I fweare by ?
Jul. Do not fweare at all :
Orif thou wilt fweare by thy gratious felfe,
Which is the God of my Idolatry,
And He beleeue thee.
Rom. If my hearts deare loue.
Juli. Well do not fweare, although I Íoy in thee:
I haue no icy of this contrail to night,
It is too rarti, too vnaduif'd,too fudden,
Too like the lightning which doth ceafe to be
Ere, one can fay,it lightens,Sweete good night;
This bud of Loue by Summers ripening breath.
May proue a beautlous Flower when next we meete;
Goodnight,goodnight,as fweete repofe and reft.
Come to thy heart,as that within my breft.
Rom, O wilt thou leaue me fo vnfatisfíed ?
luH, What fatistaélion can*ft thou haue to night?
Ro. Th*exchange of thy Loues faithfull vow for mine.
lui. I gaue thee mine before thou did'ft requeftit:
And yet I would it were to giue againe.
Rom. Would'ft thou withdrawit,
For what purpofe Loue ?
lui. But to be franke and giue it thee againe.
And yet I wilh but for the thing 1 haue,
My bounty is as boundleíTe as the Sea,
My Loue as deepe, the more I giue to thee
The more I haue, for both are Infinite;
I heare fome noyfe within deare Loue adue :
Cal s reitbin.
Anon good Nurie, fweet Mountague be true ;
Stay but alittle, I will come againe.
Rom. O bleíTed bleíTed night, I am afearM
Being in night, all this is but a dreame.
Too flattering fweet to be fubftantiall.
Jul. Three words deare Romeoy
And goodnight indeed,
If that thy bent of Loue be Honourable,
Thy purpofe marriage, fend me word to morrow,
By one that He procure to come to thee.
Where and what time thou wilt performe the right,
And all my Fortunes at thy foote He lay,
And follow thee my Lord throughout the world.
JVitbin : Madam.
I come, anon : but if thou meaneft not well,
I do befeech theee lVith'in\ Madam.
(By and by I come)
To ceafe thy ftrife,and leaue me to my griefe,
To morrow will I fend.
Rom. So thriue my foule.
lu. A thoufand times goodnight. Exit.
R^me. A thoufand times the worfe to want thy light,
Loue goes toward Loue as fchool-boyes fro thier books
But Loue fro Loue, towards fchoole with heaule lookes.
Enter Juliet agaaine.
Jul. Hift Romeo hift:0 for a Falkners voice.
To lure this TafTell gentle backe againe.
Bondage is hoarfe,and may not fpeake aloud,
Elfe would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies,
And make herayrie tongue more hoarfe,then
With repetition of my Romeo.
Rom. It is my foule that calls vpon my name.
How filuer fweet, found Louers tongues by night,
Like fofreft Muficke to attending eares.
Jul. %omeo.
My Neece.
Jul. What a clock to morrow
Shall I fend to thee?
Rom. By the houre of nine.
Jul. I will not faile, *tis twenty yeares till then,
I haue forgot why I did call thee backe«
Rom. Let me ftand here till thou remember it.
Jul. I ihall forget, to haue thee ftill ftand there,
Remembring how I Loue thy company.
Rom. And He ftill ftay, to haue thee ftill forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
Jul. *Tis almoft morning,I would haue thee gone,
And yet no further then a wantons Bird,
That let's it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poore prifoner in his twifted Gyues,
And with a filken thred plucks it backe againe,
So louing lealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would I were thy Bird.
Jul. Sweet fo would I,
Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherifhing :
Good night,good night.
Rom. Parting is fuch fweete forrow,
That I ihall fay goodnight, till it be morrow.
Jul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes, peace in thy breft.
"Rom. Would I were fleepe and peace fo fweet to reft,
The gray ey'd morne fmiles on the frowning night,
Checkring the Eafterne Clouds with ftreakes of light,
And darkneife fieckel'd like a drunkard reeles.
From forth dayes pathway, made by Titans wheeles.
Hence will i to my ghoftjy Fries clofe Cell,
Hishelpe to craue,and my deare hap to tell. Exit^
Enter Frier alone rritb a bael^et,
Fr/.The gray ey'd morne fmiles on the frowning night,
Checkring the Eafterne Cloudes with ftreaks of light:
And fieckled darkneife like a drunkard reeles.
From forth daies path,and Titans burning wheeles;
Now ere the Sup aduance his burning eye,
The day to cheere,and nights danke dew to dry,
I muft vpfill this Ofier Cage of ours.
With balefull weedes,and precious luiced flowers.
The earth that's Natures mother, is her Tombe,
What is her burying graue that is her wombe:
And from her wombe children of diucrs kind
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We fucking on her naturall bofome find :
Many for many vertues excellent :
None but for iome,and yet al) different.
Omickle is the powerful] grace that lies
In Plants,Hearbs,ftone$,and their true qualities:
For nought fo vile, that on the earth doth liue,
But to the earth fome fpeciall good doth giue :
Nor ought fo good,but ftrainM from that faire vfe,
Reuolts from true birth,ffumbling on abufe.
Vertue it felfe turnes vice being mifapplied,
And vice fometime by aâion dignified.
Enter Romeo.
Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower,
Poyfon hath refidence,and medicine power :
For this being fmelt, with that part cheares each part,
Being tailed ¡layes all fences with the heart.
Twofuch oppofed Kings encampe them fiill,
In man a s well as Hearbes, grace and rude will :
And where the worfer is predominant,
Full foone the Canker death eates vp that Plant.
Rom. Good morrow Father.
Fri. Benedecite.
What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me ?
Young Sonne, it argues a diilempered head.
So foone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed ;
Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye,
And where Care lodges,fleepe will neuer lyc :
But where vnbrufed youth with vnfluft braine
Doth couch his lims, there .golden ileepe doth raignej
Therefore thy earlineffe doth me aíTuie,
Thou art vprous'd with fome diftemprature;
Or if not fo,then here I hit it right.
Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night.
Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter reft was mine.
Fri. God pardon finiwaft thou with Rojaline}
Rom. With Rojaline,my ghoftly Father ? No,
I haue forgot that name,and that names woe.
Fri. That's my good Son, but wher haft thou bin then i
Rom. He tell thee ere thou aske it me agen ;
I haue beene feafting with mine enemie,
Where on a fudden one hath wounded me.
That's by me wounded :both our remedies
Within thy helpe and holy phificke lies:
I beare no hatred,bleíTed man:for loe
My interceflion likewife fteads my foe.
Fri. Be plaine good Son,reft homely in thy drift,
Ridling confeffion,findes but ridling (hrift.
Rom. Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is fet,
On the faire daughter of rich Capulet :
^ As mine on hers,fo hers is fet on mine}
And all combin'd,faue what thou muft combine
By holy marriage: when and where,and bow.
We met, we wooed, and made exchange of vow :
He tell thee as we paffe,but this I pray.
That thou confent to marrie vs to day»
Fri. Holy S. Frfl»jf¿f,whata change is beere ?
Is Rojaline that thou didft Loue ib deare
So foone forfaken ? young mens Loue then lies
Not truely in their hearts,but in their eyes,
lefu Maria,whdit a deale ofbrine
Hath waffit thy fallow cheekes for Rofaline ?
How much fait water throwne away in waft,
To feafon Loue that of it doth not taft.
The Sun not yet thy fighes,from heauen cleares.
Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares :
Lo here vpon thy cheeke the ftaine doth fit.
Of an old tcare that is not waflit off yet.
If ere thou waft thy felfe, and thefe woes thine,
Thou and thefe woes, were all for Rojaline.
And art thou chang'd?pronounce this fentence then,
Women may fall, when there*sno ftrength in men.
Rom. Thou chid'ft me oft for louing Rofaline.
Fri. For doting,not for louing pupill mine.
Rom. And bad'ft me bury Loue.
Fri. Not in a graue.
To lay one in,another out to haue.
Rom^ I pray thee chide me not,her I Loue now
Doth grace for grace,and Loue for Loue allow :
The other did not fo,
Fri. O /he knew well.
Thy Loue did read by rote, that could notfpell :
But come young wauerer,come goe with me,
In one refpe<£l, He thy affiftant be :
For this alliance may fo happy proue,
To turne your houlhould rancor to pure Loue.
Rom. O let vs hence, I ftand on fudden haft.
Fri. Wifely and flow, they ftumble that run faft.
Exeunt
Enter ^enuolio and Mercutio.
Mer. Where the deu le Ihould this Romeo be ? came he
not home to night Í
fBen. Not to his Fathers,! fpoke with his man.
Mer. Why that fame pale hard-harted wench, that Ro-
Jaline torments him fo,that he will fure run mad.
Ben. Til>alt,t\\t kinfman to old Capulety\\zx.\\ fenta Let¬
ter to his Fathers houfc.
cMer. A challenge on my life.
ÍBen. Romeo will anfwere it.
Mer. Any man that can write, may anfwere a Letter.
^en. Nay, he will anfwere the Letters Maifter how he
dares, being dared.
Mer. Alas poore Romeo ^ he is already dead ftab'd with
a white wenches blacke eye, runne through the eare with
a Loue fong, the very pinne of his heart, cleft with the
blind Bowe-boyes but-ihaft, and is he a man to encounter
Tybalt ?
^en. Why what is Tibalt ?
Mer. More then Prince of Cats. Oh bee's the Couragi-
ous Captaine of Complements : he fights as you fing
prickfong, keeps time, diflance,and proportion, he refts
his minum, one, two, and the third in your bofom.'the ve¬
ry butcher of a filk burton,a Duarift,a Dualiftta Gentleman
of the very firft houfe of the firft and fécond caufe: ah the
immortall Paffado,the Punto reuerfo,the Hay.
Ben. The what.?
Mer. The Pox of fuch antique Hfping affeiling phan-
tacies, thefe new tuners of accent : lefu a very good blade,
a very tall man, a very good whore. Why is not this a la¬
mentable thing Grandfire,that we ihould be thus affii¿led
with thefe ftrange flies : thefe faihion Mongers,thefe par-
don-mee's, who ftand fo much on the new form, that they
cannot fit at eafe on the old bench. O their bones,their
bones.
Enter Romeo.
^en. Here comes Romeo,here comes Romeo.
Mer. Without his Roe, like a dryed Hering. O fleíh,
fleíhjhow art thou fiíhified .? Now is be for the numbers
that Petrarch flowed in : Laura to his Lady, was a kitchen
wench,marrie ihe had a better Loue to berime her: Dido
a dowdie, Cleopatra a Gipfie, Hellen and Hero^ hildinfgs
and Harlots; a gray eie or fojbut not to the purpofe.
Signior RomeoJBon wwr, there's a French falutation to your
ff French
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French flop : you gaue vs the the countertait fairely laft
night.
J{omeo. Good morrow to you both, what counterfeit
did 1 giue you
Mer. The flip fir,the flip, can you not conceiue ?
Rom. Pardon Mercutiojmy bufinefle was great,and in
fuch a cafe as mine,a man may ftraine curtefie.
Mer. That's as much as to fay,fuch a cafe as yours con-
ftrains a man to bow in the hams.
^m. Meaning to curfie.
Mer. Thou haft moft kindly hit it.
Rom. A moft curteous expofition.
Mer. Nay, I am the very pinck of curtefie.
Rom. Pinke for flower.
Mer. Right.
Rom. Why then is my Pump well flowr'd.
Mer. Sure wit, follow me this ieaft, now till thou haft
worne out thy Pump, that when the fingle fole of it is
worne, the ieaft may remaine after the wearing, fole-
fingular.
O fingle fol'd ieaft,
Soly fingular for the fingleneíTe.
Mer. Come betweene vs good BenuoHo,my wits faints.
Rom. Swits and fpurs,
Swits and fpurs,or He crie a match.
Mer. Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goofe chaiè, I am
done : For thou haft more of the Wild-Goofe in one of
thy wits, then I am fure I haue in my whole fiue. Was I
with you there for the Goofe ?
Rom. Thou waft neuer with mee for any thing, when
thou waft not there for the Goofe.
Mer. I will bite thee by the eare for that left.
Rom. Nay .good Goofe bite not.
¡¿Mer. Thy wit is a very Bitter-fweeting,
It is a moft fliarpe fawce,
Rom. And is it not well feru'd into a Sweet-Goofe ?
Mer. Oh here's a wit of Cheuerell, that ftretches from
an ynch narrow, to an ell broad.
Rom. I ftretch it out for that word,broad,which added
to the Goofe,proues thee farre and wide,abroad Goofe.
Mer. Why is not this better now, then groning for
Loue,now art thou fociable,now art thou Romeo-, now art
thou what thou art, by Art as well as by Nature, for this
driueling Loue is like a great Naturall, that runs lolling
vp and downe to hid his bable in a hole.
Ben. Stop there, ftop there.
Mer. Thou defir'ft me to ftop in my tale againft the
Ben.Thou would'ft elfe haue made thy tale large.(haire.
Mer. O thou art decelu'd, I would haue made it (hort,
or I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant
indeed to occupie the argument no longer.
Enter Nurje and her man.
Rom. Here's goodly geare.
A fayle,a fayle.
eMer. Two,two:a Shirtand a Smocke.
JV«r. Peter ^
Peter. Anon.
Nur. My Fan Peter}
Mer. Good Peter to hide her face ?
For her Fans the fairer face
Nur, God ye good morrow Gentlemen.
Mer. God ye gooden faire Gentlewoman.
Nur, Is it gooden í
Mer, 'Tis no lefle I tell you : for the bawdy hand of the
Dyall is now vpon the pricke of Noone.
Nur, Out vpon you:what a man are you
Rom. One Gentlewoman,
That God hath made,himfelfe to mar.
Nur. By my troth it is faid, for himfelfe to, mar qua-
t ha:Gentlemen, can any of you tel me where I may find
the young R^omeo}
^omeo. I can tell you: but young Romeo will be older
when you haue found him, then he was when you fought
him: lam the youngeft ofthat name, for fault ofaworfe.
Nur. You fay well.
Mer. Yea is the worft well.
Very well tooke : I faith, wifely, wifely.
Nur. If you be he fir,
I defire fome confidence with you?
Ben. She will endite him to fome Supper.
Mer. A baud,a baud,a baud. So ho.
Rom. What haft thou found ?
eMer. No Hare fir, vnlefle a Hare fir in a Lenten pie,
that is fomething ftale and hoare ere it be fpent.
An old Hare hoare, and an old Hare hoare is very good
meat in Lent.
But a Hare that is hoare is too much for a fcore, when it
ho ares ere it be fpent,
Romeo will you come to your Fathers ? Weele to dinner
thither.
Rom. I will follow you.
Mer. Farewell auncient Lady :
Farewell Lady,Lady,Lady.
Exit. Mercutio, BenuoHo.
Nur. I pray you fir, what fawcie Merchant was this
that was fo full of his roperie ?
Rom. A Gentleman Nurfe, that loues to heare himfelfe
talke.and will fpeake more in a minute,then he will ftand
to in a Moneth.
Nur. And a fpeake any thing againft me. He take him
downe,& a were iuftier then he is, and twentie fuch lacks:
and if I cannot. He finde thofe that lhall : fcuruie knaue, I
am none of his flurt-gils, I am none of his skaines maces,
and thou muft ftand by too and fufiêr euery knaue to vfe
me at his pleafure.
Pet. I faw no man vfe you at his pleafure : if I had, my
weapon Ihould quickly haue beene out, I warrant you, I
dare draw alToone as another man, if I fee occafion in a
good quarrel],and the law on my fide.
Nur.Novi afore God,I am fo vext,that euery part about
me quiuers, skuruy knaue : pray you fir a word : and as I
told you, my young Lady bid me enquire you out, what
flie bid me fay, I will keepe to my felfe : but firft let me
tell ye, if ye Ihould leade her in a fooles paradife, as they
fay,it were a very grofle kind of behauiour, as they fay :
for the Gentlewoman is yong : & therefore,if you fliould
deale double with her, truely it were an ill thing to be of-
fe.red to any Gentlewoman, and very weake dealing.
Nur. Nurfe commend me to thy Lady and Miftre(Ie,I
proteft vnto thee.
Nur. Good heart, and yfaith I will tell her as much :
Lord,Lord (he will be a ioyfull woman.
Rom. What wilt thou tell her Nurfe? thou doeft not
marke me í
Nur. I will tell her fir, that you do proteft, which as I
take it,is a Gentleman-like offer. (afternoone,
Rom. Bid her deuife fome meanes to come to flirift this
And there fhe fliall at Frier Lawrence Cell
Befliriu'd and married : here is for thy paines.
Nur. No truly fir not a penny.
Rom. Go too, I fay you fliall.
Nurfe
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Nur. This afternoone fir? well ihe ihall be there.
And ftay thou good Nurfe behind the Abbey wall,
Within this houre my man Ihall be with thee,
And bring thee Cords made like a tackled fiaire,
Which to the high top gallant of my ioy,
Muft be my conuoy in the fecret night.
Farewell, be truftie and He quite thy paines:
Farewell, com mend me to thy Miftrefie.
Nur. Now God in heauen blefle theerharke you fir,
Rom. What faift thou my deare Nurfe ?
Nurfe. Is your man fecret, did you nere heare fay two
may keepe counfell putting one away.
Ro. Warrant thee my man as true as fteele.
Nur. Well fir,my Miftrefle is thefweeteft Lady,Lord,
Lord, when 'twas a little prating thing. O there is a No¬
ble man in Towne one Parü^ that would faine lay knife a-
board i but ihe good foule had as leeue a fee Toade,a very
Toade as fee him : I anger herfometimes,and tell her that
Paru is the properer man, but lie warrant you, when I fay
fo, ihee loofces as pale as any clout in the verfall world.
Doth not Rofemarie and Romeo begin both with a letter^
Rom, I Nurfe, what of that? Both with an R
Nur. A mocker that's the dogsname. R. is for the no,
I know it begins with fome other letter, and ihe hath the
prettieft fententious of it, of you and Rofemary, that it
would do you good to heare it.
Rom. Commend me to thy Lady.
Nur, I a thoufand times. Peter ?
Pet. Anon.
Nur, Before and apace. Exit Nurfe and Peter.
Enter luliet.
Jul. The clocke ftrook nine, when I did fend the Nurfe,
In hälfe an houre ihe promifed to returne,
Perchance ihe cannot meete him:that's not fo :
Oh ihe is lame, Loues Herauld ihould be thoughts.
Which ten times fafter glides then the Sannes beames,
Driuing backe ihadowes ouer lowring hils.
Therefore do nimble Pinion'd Doues draw Loue,
And therefore hath the wind-fwift Cupid wings :
Now is the Sun vpon the highmofi hill
Of this daies iourney, and from nine till twelue,
I three long houres,yet ihe is not come.
Had ihe aife^ions and warme youthful! blood,
She would be as fwift in motion as a ball.
My words would bandy her to my fweete Loue,
And his to me, but old folkes,
Many faine as they were dead,
Vnwieldie,ilow, heauy,and pale as lead.
Snter Nurfe.
0 God ihe comes,O hony Nurfe what newes?
Haft thou met with him?fend thy man away.
Nur. Peter ftay at the gate.
Jul. Now good fweet Nurfe :
0 Lord, why lookeft thou fad ?
Though newes, be fad, yet tell them merrily.
If good thou iham'ft the muficke of fweet newes,
By playing it to me, with fo fower a face.
Nur. I am a weary,giue me leaue awhile.
Fie how my bones ake,what a iaunt haue I had ■?
Jul, I would thou had'ft my bones,and I thy newes:
Nay come I pray thee fpeake,good good Nurfe fpeake.
Nur. lefu what baft?can you not ftay a while?
Do you not fee that I am out of breath ?
Jul. How art thou out of breath, when thou haft breth
To fay to me, that thou art out of breath ?
The excufe that thou doft make in this delay,
Is longer then the tale thou doft cxcufe.
Is thy newes good or bad?anfwere to that,
Say either,and He ftay the circuftance ;
Let me be fatisfied,lft good or bad?
Nur. Well, you haue made a fimple choice, you know
not how to chufe a man : Rotneo^no not he though his face
be better then any mans, yet his legs excels all mens, and
for a hand,and a foote,and a body, though they be not to
be talkt on,yet they are paftcompare: he is not the flower
of curtefie, but He warrant him as gentle a Lambe ; go thy
waies wench,ferue God, What haue you din'd at home ?
Jul. No norbut all thi& this did I know before
What faies he of our marriage? what of that?
Nur. Lord how my head akes, what a head haue I i
It beates as it would fall in twenty peeces.
My backe a tother fide :o my backe, my backe :
Belhrew your heart for fending me about
To catch my death with iaunting vp and downe.
Jul. Ifaith:! am forrie that that thou art fo well.
Sweet fweet,fweet Nurfe, tell me what faies my Loue?
Nur. Your Loue faies like an honeft Gentleman,
And a courteous,and a kind,and a handfome,
And I warrant a vertuous: where is your Mother ?
Jul, Where is my Mother?
Why file is within, where ihould ihe be ?
How odly thou repli'ft:
Your Loue faies like an honeft Gentleman :
Where is your Mother?
Nur, Ü Gods Lady deare,
Are you fo hot?marrie come vp I trow,
Is this the Poultis for my aking bones ?
Henceforward do your mefiages your felfe.
Jul. Heere's fuch a coile,come what faies Romeol
Nur. Haue you got leaue to go to ihrift to dayf
Jul, I haue.
Nur. Then high you hence to Frier Latvrence Cell,
There ftaies a Husband to make you a wife :
Now comes the wanton bloud vp in your cheekes,
Thei'le be in Scarlet ftraight at any newes :
Hie you to Church, I muft an other way.
To fetch a Ladder by the which your Loue
Muft climde a birds neft Soone when it is darke ;
I am the drudge,and toile in your delight :
But you ihall beare the burthen foone at night.
Go He to dinner, hie you to the Cell,
Jui.H ie to high Fortune,honeft Nurfe, farewell. Exeunt.
Enter Frier and Romeo.
Fri. So fmile the heauens vpon this holy a£b.
That after houres,with forrow chide vs not.
Rom. Amen,amen,but come what forrow can,
It cannot counteruaile the exchange of ioy
That one ihort minute giues me in her fight :
Do thou but clofe our hands with holy words.
Then Loue-deuouring death do what he dare,
Itisinough.I may but call hermine.
Fri. Thefe violent delights haue violent endes,
And in their triumph:die like fire and powder;
Which as they kifie confume. The fweeteft honey
Is loathfome in his owne delicioufnefie.
And in thetafte confbundes the appetite.
Therefore Loue moderately,long Loue doth fo,
Too fwift arriues as tardie as too flow.
Enter Juliet.
Here comes the Lady. Oh fo light afoot
Will nere weare out the euerlafting flint,
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A Louer may beftride the Goflamours,
rhatydles in the wanton Summer ayre, .
And yet not fall,fo light is vanitie.
lul. Good euen to my ghoftly Confeflbr.
Fri. Rameo Ihall thanke thee Daughter for vs both.
lul. As much to him,elfe in his thanks too much.
Fri. Ah luliet^if the meafure of thy ioy
Be heapt like mine,and that thy skill be more
To blafon it,then fweeten with thy breath
This neighbour ayre,and let rich mufickes tongue,
Vnfold the imagin'd happinefle that both
Receiue in either,by this deere encounter.
Jul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
Brags of his fubftance,not of Ornament :
They are but beggers that can count their worth,
But my true Loue is growne to fuch fuch excefle,
I cannot fum vp fome of hälfe my wealth.
Fr/.Come, come with me,& we will make fliort worke,
For by your leaues,you lhall not ftay alone.
Till holy Church incorporate two in one.
Enter Mercutio, Benuolio find men.
'Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire.
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad :
And if we meet, we flial not fcape a brawle,for now thefe
hot dayes,is the mad blood ftirring.
Mer. Thou art like one of thefe fellowes,that when he
enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon
the Table, and fayes,God fend me no need of thee: and by
the operation of the fécond cup,drawes him on the Draw¬
er, when indeed there is no need.
Ben. Am I like fuch a Fellow ?
Mer. Come,come,thou art as hot a lacke in thy mood,
as any in Italie t and aflbone moued to be moodle, and af-
foone moodie to be mou'd.
Ben. And what too ?
Mer. Nay, and there were two fuch, we Ihould haue
none lhortly,for one would kill the other:thou, why thou
wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire
leife in his beard,then thou haft: thou wilt quarrell with a
man for cracking Nuts, hatiing no other reafon, but be-
caufe thou haft hafell eyes : what eye, but fuch an eye,
would fpie out fuch a quarrell.' thy head is as full of quar¬
rels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin
beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou haft quar-
rel'd with a man for coffing in the ftreet, becaufe he hath
wakened thy Dog that hath laine alleepe in the Sun.Did'ft
thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doub¬
let before Eafter with another,for tying his new fhooes
with old Riband,and yet thou wilt Tutor me fromiquar-
relling ?
IBen. And I were fo apt to quarell as thou art, any man
fhould buy the Fee-fimple of my life, for an houre and a
quarter.
<tMer. The Fee-fimple 10 fimple.
Enter Fyhalt ,Petruchio find others.
'Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets.
cIMer. By my heele I care not.
Fyh. Follow me clofe,for I will fpeake to them.
Gentlemen,Good den,a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of vsfcouple it with
fomething,make it a word and a blow.
Fib. You (hall find me apt inough to that fir, and you
will giue me occafion.
oMercu. Could you not take fome occafion without
gluing
Fib. Mercutio thou confort'ft with 'Borneo.
Mer. Confort-'what doft thou make vs Minftrels ? &
thou make Minftrels of vs,looke to heare nothing but dif-
cords :heere's my fiddlefticke,heere's that fliall make you
daunce. Come confort.
'Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men :
Either withdraw vnto fome priuate place.
Or reafon coldly of your greeuances :
Or elfe depart, here all eies gaze on vs.
Mer. Mens eyes were made to loake,and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no mans pleafure I.
Enter Romeo.
Fib. Well peace be with you fir,here comes my man.
Mer. But lie be hang'd fir if he weare your Liuery,-
Marry go before to field,heele be your follower.
Your worlhip in that fenfe,may call him man.
Fib. RomeOfihe loue I beare thee,can aflbord
No better terme then this: Thou arta Villaine.
Rom. Fibalt,the reafon that I haue to loue thee.
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
To fuch a greeting :Villaine am I none ;
Therefore ferewell,! fee thou know'ft me not.
Fib. Boy,this fhall not excufe the iniuries
That thou haft done me,therefore turne and draw,
Rom. I do proteft I neuer iniur'd thee.
But lou'd thee better then thou can'ft deuife :
Till thou lhalt know the reafon of my loue.
And fo good Capulet,which name I tender
As dearely as my owne,be fatisfied.
Mer. O caIme,dilhonourable,vile fubmifiion:
udlla Siucatbo carries it away.
Fybalt,you Rat-catcher,will you walke
Tib. What woulds thou haue with me ?
Mer. Good King of Cats,nothing but one of your nine
liues,that I meane to make bold witball, and as you fiiall
vfe me hereafter dry beate the reft of the eight. Will you
pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares ? Make
haft,leaft mine be about your eares ere it be out.
Fib. I am for you.
Rom. Gentle Jiiercutio, put thy Rapier vp.
Mer, Come fir,your Pafiado.
Rom. Draw "Benuolio,beat downe their weapons :
Gentlemen,for lhame forbeare this outrage,
Tibalt .Mercutio,the Prince exprefiyhath
Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreetes.
Hold Fybalt,%ooi Mercutio,
Exit Tybalt.
Mer. 1 am hurt.
A plague a both the Houfes,! am fped:
Is he gone and hath nothing ?
Ben. What art thou hurt ?
Mer. I,I,a fcratch,a fcratch,marry'tis inough.
Where is my Page?go Villaine fetch a Surgeon.
Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No : 'tis not fo deepe as a well, nor fo wide as a
Church doore,but'tis inough, 'twill ferue : aske for me to
morrow,and you lhall find me a graue man.I am pepper'd
I warrant, for this world : a plague a both your houfes.
What, a Dog, a Rat, a Moufe,a Cat to fcratch a man to
death : a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the
booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you be-
tweene vs.' I was hurt vnder your arme.
Rom. I thought all for the beft.
Mer. Helpe me into fome houfe 'Benuolio,
Or I lhall ñint:a plague a both your houfes.
They haue made worme s meat of me,
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1 haue it, and foundly to your Houfes. Zxit,
Rom* This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie,
My very Friend hath gothismortall hurt
In my behalfe,my reputation ftain^d
With I'ibalts llaunder, that an heure
Hath beene my CozintO Sweet Juliety
Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate,
And in my temper foftned Valours fteele.
Enter fBenuolh,
^en. O Romeo, Romeofhvaue MercutWt is dead.
That Gallantifpirit hath afpirM the Cloudes,
Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth.
Rom. This daies blacke Fate, on mo dales doth depend,
This but begins,the wo others muft end.
Enter Tybalt.
Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe.
%om. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio ilaine ?
Away to heauen refpe^liue Lenitie,
And fire and Fury, be mycondu£l now.
Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe
That late thou gau*(l me, for Mercutios foule
Is but a little way aboue our heads,
Staying for thine to keepe him companie:
Either thou or i,or both,mufi goe withihim.
Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didft confort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This ihall determine that.
They fight. Tybalt fallet.
Ben. RomeOyWizy be gone :
The Citizens are vp,and Tybalt flaine,
Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will Doome thee death
If thou art taken:hence, be gone, away.
Rom. O! lam Fortunes foole.
Ben. Why doft thou ftay ?
Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens.
Citi. Which way ran he that kild cfMercutio ?
Tibalt that Murtherer, which way ran he ï
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Gti. Vp fir go with me :
Icharge thee in the Princes names obey.
Enter Prince,old Montague,Capuletytheir
Wiues and all.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this Fray í
Ben. O Noble Prince, I can difcouer all
The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brail:
There lies the man flaine by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfman braue Mercutio.
Cap. Wi. TybaltyXny Cozin?0 my Brothers Child,
0 Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is fpild
Of my deare kinfman. Prince as thou art true,
For bloud of ours, flied bloud of Mountague.
0 Cozin,Cozin*
Prin. ^enuolioyViho began this Fray ?
jBí/í. Tybalt here flaine, whom Romeo's hand did flay,
Romeo that fpoke him faire, bid him bethinke
How nice the Q¿£arrell was, and vrg'd withall
Your high difpleafure:aU this vttered.
With gentle breath,calme looke, knees humbly bowM
Could not take truce with the vnruly fpleene
Of Tybalts deafe to peace, but that he Tilts
With Peircing fteele at bold Mercutio's breaft.
Who all as hot,turnes deadly point to point,
And with a Martiall fcorne, with one hand beates
Cold death afide,and with the other lends
It back to Tybalt, whofe dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud.
Hold Friends,Friends part,and fwifler then his tongue,
His aged arme,beats downe their fatal! points,
And twixt them ruihes, vnderneath whofe arme,
An enuious thruft from Tybalt,\\\t the life
Of ftout Mercutio,zná then Tybalt fled.
But by and by comes backe to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertained Reuenge,
And too't they goe like lightning,for ere I
Could draw to part them, was ftout Tybalt flaine :
And as he fell,did Romeo turne and flie:
This is the truth, or let Benuolio die.
Cap. Wi. He is a kinfman to the Mountague,
Affeéiion makes him falfe, he fpeakes not true :
Some twenty of them fought in this blacke ftrife.
And all chofe twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for Iuftice,which thou Prince muft giue:
Romeo flew Tybalt,Romeo muft not liue.
Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio,
Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe.
Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend,
His fault concludes,but what the law ihould end,
The life of Tybalt.
prin. And for that offence,
Immediately we doe exile him hence :
I haue an intereft iniyour hearts proceeding:
My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.
But He Amerce you with fo ftrong a fine,
That you lhall all repent the lofle of mine.
It will be deafe to pleading and excufes,
Nor teares, nor prayers fliall purchafe our abufes.
Therefore vfe none,let Romeo hence in haft,
Elfe when he is found, that houre is his laft.
Beare hence this body,and attend our will:
Mercy not Murders, pardoning thofe that kill.
Exeunt'
Enter luliet alone.
lul. Gallop apace,you fiery footed fteedes,
Towards Phabus lodging, fuch a Wagoner
As Phaeton would whip you to the weft.
And bring in Cloudie night immediately.
Spred thy clofe Curtaine Loue-performing night.
That run-awayes eyes may wincke, and Romeo
Leape to theft armes, vntalkt of and vnfeene,
Louers can fee to doe their Amorous rights.
And by their owne Beauties:or if Loue be blind,
it beft agrees with night:come ciuill night,
Thou fober futed Matron all in blacke,
And learne me how to loofea winning match,
Plaid for a paire of ftainleffe Maidenhoods,
Hood my vnmanM blood bayting in my Cheekes,
With thy Blacke mantle, till ftrange Loue grow bold,
Thinke true Loue aíled fimple modeftie :
Come night,come Romeo, comt thou day in night,
For thou wilt lie vpon the wings of night
Whiter then new Snow vpon a Rauens backe :
Come gentle night, come louing blackebrow'd night.
Giue me my Romeo,2inà when I fliall die,
Take him and cut him out in little ftarres.
And he will make the Face of heaiien fo fine,
That all the world will be in Loue with night,
And pay no worlhip to the Garifli Sun.
O 1 haue bought the Manfion of a Loue,
Butnotpoffeft it,and though I am fold,
Not yet enioy'd, fo tedious is this day,
As is the night before fomePeftiuall,
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'^o an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not weare them, O here comes my Nurfe ;
£n/er Nurfe rcitb cords»
And ihe brings newes and euery tongue that fpeaks
But iííjweos, name, fpeakes heauenly eloquence!*.
Now Nurfe, what newesrwhat haft thou there ?
The Cords that Romeo bid thee fetch ?
Nur. I, I, the Cords.
luU. Ay me, what newes ?
Why doft thou wring thy hands.
Nur» A welady,hee's dead, hee's dead,
We are vndone Lady, we are vndone.
Alacke the day, hee's gone,hee*s kil'd, he's dead.
lul. Can heauen be fo enuious.?
Nur. Romeo can,
I Though heauen cannot.O Romeo^Romeo^
Who euer would haue thought it Romeo.
lull. What diuell art thou,
That doft torment me thus í
This torture Ihould be roar'd in difmall hell,
Hath Romeo flaine himfelfei fay thou but 1,
And that bare vowell I ihall poyfon more
Then the death-darting eye of Cockatrice,
I am not I, if there be fuch an I.
Or thofe eyes ihot,that makes thee anfwere I :
If he be ilaine fay I, or if not, no.
Briefe, founds,determine of my weale or wo.
Nur. I faw the wound, 1 faw it with mine eyes,
God faue the marke, here on his manly breft,
A pitteous Coarfe,a bloody piteous Coarfe :
Pale,pale as aihes,ail bedawb'd in blood,
All in gore blood, I founded at the hght-
lul, O breake my heart,
Poore Banckrout breake at once.
To prifon eyes, nere looke on libertie.
Vile earth to earth refigne,end motion here,
And thou and Romeo prelTe on heauie beere.
Nur. O Tybalt^Tybaltythç. beft Friend I had:
O curteous Tybalt honeft Gentleman,
That euer I ihould Due to fee thee dead.
lul. What ftorme is this that blowes fo contrarie >
Is 'R^meo flaughtred ? and is Tybalt dead ?
My deareft Cozen,and my dearer Lord:
Then dreadful! Trumpet found the generali doome>
For who is liuing,if thoie two are gone ^
Nur. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo baniihed,
Romeoúidit kil'd him,he is baniihed.
Jul. O God !
Did Rombos hand ihed Tybalts blood
It did,it did,alas the day,it did.
Nur. O Serpent heart,hid with a flowring face.
lul. Did euer Dragon keepe fo faire a Caue ?
Beautifull Tyrant,fiend Angelicall :
Rauenous Doue-feather'd Rauen,
Wolui/h-rauening Lambe,
Difpifed fubftance of Diuineft Ihow :
luft oppofite to what thou iuftly feem'ft,
A dimne Saint,an Honourable Villaine :
O Nature ! what had'ft thou to doe in hell,
When thou did'ft bower the fpirlt of aiîend
In mortall paradife of fuch fweet flefti ?
Was euer booke containing fuch vile matter
So fairely bound ? O that deceit Ihould dwell
In fuch a gorgeous Pallace.
Nur. There's no truft,no faith,no honeffie in men,
All periur'd, all forfworne,all naught,all difiemblers.
Ah where's my man I giue me fome Aqua-vitae ?
Thefe griefes,thefe woes,thefe forrowes make me old :
Shame come to Romeo.
lul. Blifter'd be thy tongue
For fuch a wilh, he was not borne to ihame:
Vpon his brow ihame is aiham'd to fit \
For'tis a throane where Honour may be Crown'd
Sole Monarch of the vniuerfall earth:
O what a beaft was I to chide him í
Nur. Will you fpeake well of him,
That kil'd your Cozen ?
lul. Shall I fpeake ill of him that is my husband ?
Ah poore my Lord, what tongue ihall fmooth thy name,
When I thy three houres wife haue mangled it.
But wherefore Villaine did'ft thou kill my Cozin ?
That Villaine Cozin would haue kil'd my husband :
Backe fooliíh teares, backe to your natiue fpring,
Your tributarie drops belong to woe,
Which you miftaking offer vp to ioy :
My husband liues that Tiholt would baue ilaine,
And TV^^/rdead that would haue ilaine my husband:
All this is comfort, wherefore weepe I then ?
Some words there was worfer then Tybalts death
That murdered me, I would forget it feine,
But oh,it prefles to my memory,
Like damned guilty deedes to finners minds,
Tybah is dead and Romeo baniihed :
That baniihed,that one word baniihed,
Hath ilaine ten thoufand Tihalts". Tibalts death
Was woe inough if it had ended there:
Or if fower woe delights in fellowihlp,
And needly will be rankt with other griefes,
Why followed not when ihefaid Tibalts dead.
Thy Father or thy Mother, nay or both,
Which moderne lamentation might haue mou'd.
But which a rere-ward following Tybalts death
R^omeo is baniihed to fpeake that word,
Is Father, Mother, Tybalty Romeo^ luliety
All ilaine,all átz.á: Romeo is baniihed,
There is no end, no limit, meafure, bound,
In that words death,no Wordscan that woe found.
Where is my Father and my Mother Nurfe f
Nur. Weeping and wailing ouer Tybalts Coarfe,
Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither.
/«. Waih they his wounds with tearsrmine ihal be fpent
When theirs are drie for fîowio'r banifliment.
Take vp thofe Cordes, poore ropes you are beguil'd,
Both you and I for Romeo is exild:
He made you for a» high-way to my bed,
But I a Maid,die Maiden widowed.
Come Cord,come Nurfe,He to my wedding bed,
And death not take my Maiden head.
Nur» Hie to your Chamber, He find %omeo
To comfort you,I wot well where he is:
Harke ye your Romeo will be beere at night.
He to him, he is hid at Lawrence Cell.
Jul. O find him,giue this Ring to my true Knight,
And bid him come,to take hislaft farewell.
Exit.
Enter Frier and Romeo»
Fri. Romeo come forth,
Come forth thou fearfull man,
Affliiffion is enamor'd of thy parts;
And thou art wedded to calamitle.
Rom, Father what newes?
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What is the Princes Doome ?
What forrow craues acquaintance at my hand,
That I yet know not?
Tri. Too familiar
Is my deare Sonne with fuch fowre Company :
I bring thee tydings of the Princes Doome.
Rom, What leiTe then Dooinefday,
Is the Princes Doome ?
Fri. A gentler iudgementvanliht from his lips,
Not bodies death,but bodies baniihment.
Rom. Ha,bamlhment?be mercifull,fay death :
For exile hath more terror in his looke.
Much more then death: do not fay baniihment.
Fn. Here fromart thou baniihed :
Be patient,for the world is broad and wide.
Rom. There is no world without walles,
But Purgatorie,Torture , hell it felfe :
Hence banilhed,is banilht from the world,
And worlds exile is death. Then baniihed.
Is death,mii^earm^d,calling death baniihed,
Thou cut'ft my head off with a golden Axe,
And fmileft vpon the ftroke that murders me.
Fri. O deadly fin,O rude vnthankefulneffe !
Thy fait our Law calles death, but the kind Prince
Taking thy part,hath ruiht afide the Law,
And turnM that blackeword death,to baniihment.
This is deare mercy,and thou feeft It not.
Rom. *Tis Torture and not mercy,heauen is here
Where luliet Hues,and euery Cat and Dog,
And little Moufe, euery vnworthy thing
Liue here in Heauen and may looke on her.
But Romeo may not.More Validitie,
More Honourable ftate,more Courtihip liues
In carrion Flies,then ^omio:they may feaze
On the white wonder of deare luliets hand.
And fieale immortall bleffing from her lips,
Who euen in pure and veftall modeftie
Still bluih,as thinking their owne kiffes fin.
This may Flies doe,when I from this muft flie.
And faifi thou yet,that exile is not death ?
But may not,hee is baniihed.
Had'il thou no poyfon mixt,no iharpe ground knife.
No fudden meane of death, though nere fo meane,
But baniihed to kill me? Baniihed ?
0 Frier,the damned vfe that word in hell :
Howlings attends it,how hail thou the hart
Being a Diuine, a Ghoftly Confeffor,
ASin-Abfoluer,and my Friend profeft :
To mangle me with that word,baniihed ?
Fri. Then fond Mad man,heare mefpeake.
' %om. O thou wilt fpeake againe of baniihment.
Fri. Ilegiuexhee Armour to keepe off that word,
Aduerfities fweete miIke,Philofophie,
To comfort thee,though thou art baniihed.
Rom. Yet baniihedfhang vp Philofophie:
Vnleffe Philofohpie can make a luliet^
Difplant a Towne,reuerfe a Princes Doome,
it helpes not,it preuailes not,talke no more.
Fri. O then I fee, that Mad men haue no eares.
Rom. How ihould they,
When wlfemen haue no eyes ?
Fri. Let me difpaire with thee of thy eftate,
Rom. Thou candil not fpeake of that y doft not feele,
Wert thou as young as lu/iei my Loue:
An houre but married,2^^ä/r murdered,
Doting like me, and like me baniihed,
Then mighteft thou fpeake.
Then mighteft thou teare thy hayre.
And fall vpon the ground as I doe now,
Taking the meafure of an vnmade graue.
Enter Nurfe,and ^noc^s.
Frier. Arife one knockes,
Good Romeo hide thy felfe.
Rom. Not I,
Vnleffe the breath ofHartficke groanes
Mift-like infold me from the fearch of eyes.
Knoc^
Fri. Harke how they knocke :
(Who's there ) Romeo arife,
Thou wilt be taken,ftay a while, ftand vp :
Knocks.
Run to my ftudy;by and by,Gods will
What fimpleneife is this: I come, I come.
Knocks-
Who knocks fo hard ?
Whence come you ? what's your will ?
Enter Nurfe.
Nur. Let me come in,
And you ihall know my errand :
I come from Lady luliet.
Fri. Welcome then.
Nur. O holy Frier, O tell me holy Frier,
Where's my Ladies LordPwhere's Romeo i
Fri. There on the ground,
With his owne teares made drunke.
Nur. O he is euen in my Miftreffe cafe,
luft in her cafe.O wofull fimpathy :
Pittious predicament,euen fo lies ihe,
Blubbring and weeping,weeping and blubbring,
Stand vp,ftand vp,ftand and you be a man,
For Juliets fake,for her fake rife and ftand :
Why ihould you fall into fo deepe an O.
Rom. Nurfe.
Nur. Ah fir,ah fir,deaths the end of all.
Rom. Speak'ft thou of lulietfhow is it with her ?
Doth not ihe thinke me an old Murtherer,
Now I haue ftaln'd the Childhood of our ioy,
With blood remouedjbut little from her owne ?
Where is ihe ? and how doth ihe ? and whar fayes
My conceal'd Lady to our conceafd Loue ?
Nur. Oh ihe fayes nothing fir, but weeps and weeps,
And now fais on her bed,and then ftarts vp,
And Tybalt calls,and then on Romeo cries,
And then downe falls againe.
Ro.A% if that name ihot from the dead leuell of a Gun,
Did murder her,as that names curfed hand
Murdred her kinfman.Oh tell me Frier,tell me,
In what vile part of this Anatomie
Doth my name lodge.!* Tell me,that I mayfacke
The hatefull Manfion.
Fri. Hold thy defperate hand :
Art thou a man ? thy forme cries out thou art :
Thy teares are womaniih,thy wild a6ls denote
The vnreafonable Furie of a beaft.
Vnfeemely woman,in a feeming man,
And ill befeeming beaft in feeming both.
Thou haft amaz'd me.By my holy order,
I thought thy difpofition better tempered.
Haft thou ilaine Tybalt ? wilt thou flay thy felfe ?
And flay thy Lady, that in thy life lies,
By doing damned hate vpon thy felfe ?
Why rayrft thou on thy birth ? the heauen and earth ?
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Since birth,and heauen and earth,all three do meete
In thee at once, which thou at once would'il loofe.
Fie,fie,thou iham'ft thy lhape,thy loue,thy wit.
Which like a Vfurer abound'ft in all :
And vfeil none in that true vfe indeed.
Which ihould bedecke thy lhape,thy loue,thy wit;
Thy Noble ihape,is but a forme of waxe,
Digrefling from the Valour of a man,
Thy deare Loue fworne but hollow periurie.
Killing that Loue which thou hafi vow*d to cherlih.
Thy wit, that Ornament,to ihape and Loue,
Miíhapen in the conduil of them both :
Like powder in a skiilefTe Souldiers fiaske,
Is fet a fire by thine owne ignorance.
And thou difmembred with thine owne defence.
What,rowfe thee man, thy IulUt\% aliue.
For whofe deare fake thou wail but lately dead.
There art thou happy. would kill thee.
But thou llew'ft Tybalt y there art thou happie.
The law that threatned death became thy Friend,
And turnM it to exile, there art thou happy.
A packe or blefiîng light vpon thy backe,
Happinefle Courts thee in her beft array.
But like a miihaped and füllen wench.
Thou putteft vp thy Fortune and thy Loue:
Take heed, take heed, fur fuch die miferable.
Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed,
Afcend her Chamber,hence and comfort her :
But looke thou ftay not till the watch be fet.
For then thou canfi not palfe to Mantua,
Where thou íhalt liue till we can finde a time
To blaze your marriage,reconcile your Friends,
Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee backe,
With twenty hundred thoufand times more ioy
Then thou went'il forth in lamentation.
Goe before Nurfe, commend me to thy Lady,
And bid her haften all the houfe to bed.
Which heauy ibrrow makes them apt vnto,
Romeo is comming.
Nur. O Lord, I could haue ftaid here all night.
To heare good counfelhoh what learning is!
My Lord He tell my Lady you will come.
Rom. Do fo, and bid my Swcete prepare to chide.
Nur. Keere fir, a Ring Ihe bid me giue you fir ;
Hie you, make haft, for it growes very late.
Rom. How well my comfort is reuiuM by this.
Fri. Go hence,
Goodnight,and here ftands all your ftate:
Either be gone before the watch be fet.
Or by the breakeof day difguis'd from hence,
Soiourne in Mantua.,\\t find outyour man.
And he ftiall fignifie from time to time,
Euery good hap to you,that chaunces heere :
Giue me thy hand, 'tis late,farewen,goodnight.
Rom. But that a ioy paft ioy,calls out on me,
It were a griefe,fo briefe to part with thee :
Farewell. Exeunt,
Enter old Capulet ybis fVife and Paris,
Cap, Things haue faîne out fit fo vnluckily.
That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter :
Looke you, ihe Lou'd her kinfman Tybalt dearely.
And fo did I. Well, we were borne to die.
'Tis very late,flie*l not come downe to night :
I promife you,but for your company.
I would haue bin a bed an houreago.
Par. Thefe times of wo, affoord no times to wooe:
Madam goodnight,commend me to your Daughter.
Lady. I will, and know her mind early to morrow.
To night, file is mewed vp to her heauinefie.
Cap. Sir ParisylWúX make a defperate tender
Of my Childes loue : I thinke ihe will be ruVd
In all refpeâs by me : nay more,I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed.
Acquaint her here,of my Sonne Taris Loue,
And bid her,marke you me,oa Wendfday next,
But foft, what day is this ?
Par. Monday my I-ord.
Cap. Monday,ha ha: well Wendfday is too foone,
A Thurfday let it be;a Thurfday tell her,
She fiiall be married to this Noble Earle :
Will you be ready ? do you like this haft ?
Weele keepe no great adoe,a Friend or two,
For harke yon^Iybalt being flaine fo late.
It may be thought we held him carelefiy,
Being our kinfman,if we reuell much :
Therefore weele haue feme hälfe a dozen Friends,
And there an end. But what fay you to Thurfday ?
Paris. My Lord,
I would that Thurfday were to morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone, a Thurfday,be it then s
Go you to luUet ere you go to bed.
Prepare her wife, againft this wedding day.
Farewell my Lord,light to my Chamber hoa.
Afore me,lt is fo late, that we may call ir early by and by,
Goodnight. Exeunt,
Enter Romeo and Juliet alofi.
Jul. Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet neere day Î
It was the Nightingale,and not the Larke,
That pier'ft the fearefuil hollow of thine eare,
Nightly file fings on yond Pomgranet tree,
Beleeue me Loue, it was the Nightingale.
Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne:
No Nightingale:looke Loue what enuious ftreakes
Do lace the feuering Cloudes in yonder Eaft :
Nights Candles are burnt out, and locond day
Stands tipto on the miftie Mountaines tops,
I muft be gone and liue, or ftay and die.
Jul. Yond light is not daylight,I know it 1 :
It is fome Meteor that the Sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore ftay yet,thou need'ft not to be gone,
Rom. Let me be tane,let me be put to death,
I am content,fo thou wilt haue it fo.
He fay yon gray is not the mornings eye,!
'Tis but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow.
Nor that is not Larke whofe noates do beate
The vaulry heauen fo high aboue our heads,
I haue more care to ftay,then will to go :
Come death and welcome,fv/zV/ wills it fo.
How ift my foule, lets ta Ike,it is not day.
luli. It is, it is, hie hence be gone away :
It is the Larke that fings fo out of tune,
Straining harfii Difcord$,and vnpleafing Sharpes.
Some fay the Larke makes fweete Diuifion^
This doth not foifor fiic diuideth vs.
Some fay,the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes,
O now I would they had chang'd voyces too : «
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Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray.
Hunting thee hence, with Hunt f-vpto the day,
0 now be gone,more light and itli ght growes.
iÍDi». More light & light,more darke & darke our woes.
Enter Madam and Nurje.
Nur. Madam.
lul. Nurfe.
AVr.Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber.
The day is broke, be wary,looke about,
lul. Then window let day in, and let life out.
Rom. Farewell, farewell, one kiffe and He defcend.
Jul. Art thou gone foi Loue, Lord, ay Husband, Friend,
1 muft heare from thee euery day in the houre.
For in a minute there are many dayes,
0 by this count I lhall be much in yeares.
Ere I againe behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewell :
1 will omit no oportunitie.
That may conuey my greetings Loue, to thee.
lul. O thinkeft thou we lhall euer meet againe.^
Rom. I doubt it not, and all thefe woes lhall ferue
For fweet difcourfes in our time to come.
luilet. O God ! I haue an ill Diuining foule.
Me thinkes I fee thee now, thou art fo lowe.
As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe,
Either my eye-fight failes, or thou look'ft pale.
Rom. And truft me Loue, in my eye fo do you :
Drie forrow drinkes our blood. Adue, adue. Exit.
lut. O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him
That is renown'd for faith? be fickle Fortune:
For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long.
But fend him backe.
Enter Mother.
Lad. Ho Daughter,are you vp ?
luh Who ift that calls ? Is it my Lady Mother.
Is Ihe not downe fo late, or vp fo early ?
What vnaccuftom'd caufe procures her hither?
Lad. Why how now lulieti
lul. Madam I am not well.
Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death ? .
What wilt thou walh him from his graue with teares ?
And if thou could'ft,thou could'ft not make him liue :
Therefore haue done,fome griefe Ihewes much of Loue,
But much of griefe, Ihewes ftill fome want qf wit.
lul. Yet let me weepe,for fuch a feeling loffe.
Lad. So lhall you feele the loffe, but not the Friend
Which you weepe for.
lul. Feeling fo the loffe,
I cannot chufe but euer weepe the Friend.
La. Well Girle, thou weep'ft not fo much for his death.
As that the Villaine liues which flaughter'd him.
lul. What Villaine, Madam ?
Lad. That fame Villaine Romeo,
lul. Villaine and he, be many Miles affunder :
God pardon,I doe with all my heart:
And yet no man like he,doth grieue my heart.
Lad. That is becaufe the Traitor liues.
lul. I Madam from the reach of thefe my hands :
Would none but I might venge my Cozins death.
Lad, We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not.
Then weepe no more,Ile fend to one in Mantua,
Where that fame banilht Run-agate doth liue,
Shall giue him fuch an vnaccuftom'd dram.
That he lhall foone keepe 7yhalt company :
And then 1 hope thou wilt be fatisfied.
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lul. Indeed I neuer lhall be fatisfied
With till I behold him. Dead
Is my poore heart fo for a kinfman vext :
Madam if you could find out but a man
To beare a poyfon, I would temper it ;
That Romeo Ihould vpon receit thereof,
Soone fleepe in quiet. O how my heart abhors
To heare him nam'd,and cannot come to him.
To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin,
Vpon his body that hath flaughter'd him.
Mo. Find thou the meanes, and He find fuch a man.
But now He tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle.
lul. And ioy comes well,in fuch a needy time.
What are they,befeech your Ladylhip ?
cMo. Well, well, thou haft a carefull Father Child?
One who to put thee from thy heauineffe.
Hath forted out a fudden day of ioy,
That thou expedís not,nor I lookt not for.
lul. Madam in happy time, what day is this ?
Mo. Marry my Child, early next Thurfday morne.
The gallant,young,and Noble Gentleman,
The Countie Parle at Saint Peters Church,
Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride.
lul. Now by Saint Peters Church, and Peter too.
He lhall not make me there a ioyfull Bride.
I wonder at this haft, that I muft wed
Ere he that Ihould be Husband comes to woe;
I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam,
I will not marrie yet, and when I doe, I fweare
It lhallbe Rom«, whom you know I hate
Rather then Parle. Thefe are newes indeed.
Mo. Here comes your Father, tell him fo your felfe.
And fee how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Cafulet and Nurfe.
Cap. When the Sun fets.the earth doth drizzle daew
But for the Sunfet of my Brothers Sonne,
It raines downright.
How now/A Conduit Gyrle, what ftill in teares?
Euermorelhowring in one little body?
Thou counterfaits a Barke,a Sea, a Wind :
For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the Sea,
Do ebbe and flow with teares, the Barke thy body is
Sayling in this fait floud, the windes thyfighes.
Who raging with the teares and they with them,
Without a fudden calme will ouer fet
Thy tempeft toffed body.How now wife?
Haue you deliuered to her our decree ?
Lady, I fir ;
But Ihe will none,Ihe giues you thankes,
I would the foole were married to her graue.
Cap, Soft, take me with you, take me with you wife.
How, will Ihe none? doth Ihe not giue vs thanks?
Is Ihe not proud?doth Ihe not count her bleft,
Vnworthy as Ihe is,that we haue wrought
So worthy a Gentleman,to be her Bridegroome
lul. Not proud you haue.
But thankfull that you haue :
Proud can I neuer be of what I haue.
But thankfull euen for hate,that is meant Loue.
Cap. How now ?
How now i Chopt Logicke ? what is this ?
Proud, and I thanke you; and I thanke you nor.
Thanlce me no thankings,nor proud me no prouds.
But fettle your fine ioints'gainft Thurfday next.
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To go with Parió to Saint Peten Church :
Or I will drag thee,on a Hurdle thither.
Out you greene ficknelTe carrion,out you baggage,
You tallow face.
Lady. Fie,fie,what are you mad ?
lul. Good Father, I befeech you on my knees
Heare me with patience,but to fpeake a word.
Pa. Hang thee young baggage, difobedient wretch,
I tell thee what,get thee to Church a Thurfday,
Or neuer after looke me in the face.
Speakemot,reply not, do not anfwere me.
My fingers itch, wife : we fcarce thought vs bleft.
That God had lent vs but this onely Child,
But now I fee this one is one too much.
And that we haue a curfe in hauing her :
Out on her Hilding.
Nur. God in heauen blefle her.
You are too blame my Lord to rate her fo.
Fa. And why my Lady wifedome?hold your tongue.
Good Prudence, fmatter with your goffip,go.
Nur. I fpeake no treafon.
Father, O Godigoden,
May not one fpeake ?
Fa. Peace you mumbling foole,
Vtter your grauitie ore a Goffips bowles
For here we need it not.
La. You are too hot.
Fa. Gods bread, it makes me mad:
Day, night, houre, ride, time, worke, play.
Alone in companie,ftill my care hath bin
To haue her matcht, and hauing now prouided
A Gentleman of Noble Parentage,
Of faire Demesnes, Youthfull, and Nobly Allied,
Stuft as they fay with Honourable parts,
Proportion'd as ones thought would wiih a man.
And then to haue a wretched puling foole,
A whining mammet,in her Fortunes tender.
To anfwer,He not wed, I cannot Loue :
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
But, and you will not wed, lie pardon you.
Graze where you will,you Ihall not houfe with me :
Looke too't, thinke on't, I do not vfe to ieft.
Thurfday is neere, lay hand on heart, aduife.
And you be mine, lie giue you to my Friend :
And you be not,hang,beg,ftraue,die in the ftreets.
For by my foule. He nere acknowledge thee.
Nor what is mine lhall neuer do thee good :
Truft too't, bethinke you. He not be forfworne Fxit,
luH. Is there no pittie fitting in the Cloudes,
That fees into the bottome of my griefe .'
O fweet my Mother caft me not away.
Delay this marriage, for a month, a weeke.
Or if you do not, make the Bridall bed
In that dim Monument where Tybalt lies.
Mo. Talke not to me,for He not fpeake a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee. Exit.
lul. O God !
O Nurfe,how lhall this be preuented ?
My Husband is on earth, my faith in heauen.
How lhall that faith retorne againe to earth,
Vnlelfe that Husband fendit me from heauen.
By leauing earth .'Comfortme, counfaile me :
Hlacke,alacke, that heauen Ihculd praflife ftratagems
Vpon fo foft a fubieft as my felfe.
What faift thou?haft thou not a word of ioy .'
Some comfort Nurfe.
Nur. Faith here it is,
Romeo is banilhed,and all the world to nothing.
That he dares nere come backe to challenge you :
Or if he do,it needs mull be by Health.
Then lince the cafe fo Hands as now it doth,
I thinke it beH you married with the Countie,
0 hee's a Louely Gentleman r
Romeos a dilh-clout to him : an Eagle Madam
Hath not fo|greene,fo quicke, fo faire an eye
As Paris hath, belhrow my very heart,
1 thinke you are happy in this fécond match.
For it excels your lirHror if it did not.
Your firfl is dead,or'twere as good he were.
As liuing here and you no vfe of him.
Jul. SpeakeH thou from thy heart.'
Nur. And from my foule too.
Or elfe bclhrew them both.
Jul. Amen.
Nur. What?
Jul. Well, thou haH comforted me marue'lous much,
Go|in,and tell my Lady I am gone,
Hauing difpleaf'd my Father, to Lawrence Cell,
To make confeflion,and to be abfolu'd.
Nur. Marrie I will, and this is wifely done.
lul. Auncient damnation,O mofl wicked fiend!
It is more fin to wilh me thus forfworne.
Or to difpraife my Lord with that fame tongue
Which Ihe hath praif'd him with aboue compare.
So many thoufand times? Go Counfellor,
Thou and my bofome henchforth lhall be twaine :
He to the Frier to know his remedie,
If all elfe falle, my felfe haue power to die. Exeunt.
Enter Frier and Countie Paris,
Fri. On Thurfday fir?the time is very Ihort.
Par. .My Father Capulet will haue it fo.
And I am nothing flow to flack his haH.
Fri. You fay you do not know the Ladies mind ?
Vneuen is the courfe, I like it not.
Pa. Immoderately Ihe weepes for Tybalts death.
And therfore haue I little talke of Loue,
For Venus fmiles not in a houfe of teares.
Now fir,her Father counts it dangerous
That Ihe doth giue her forrow fo much fway:
And in his wifedome, halls our marriage.
To Hop the inundation of her teares.
Which'too much minded by her felfe alone.
May be put from her by focietie.
Now doe you know the reafon of this haH?
Fri. I would I knew not why it Ihould be flow'd.
Looke fir,here comes the Lady towards my Cell.
Enter luliet.
Par. Happily met, my Lady and my wife.
lul. That may be fir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, muH be Loue, on Thurfday next.
lul. What muH be lhall be.
Fri. That's a certaine text.
Par. Come you to make confeflion to this Father?
Jul. To anfwere that,I IhouId confefle to you.
Par. Do not denie to him, that you Loue me.
lul. I will confelTe to you that I Loue him.
Par. So will ye, I am fure that you Loue me.
lul. If I do fo, it will be of more price.
Benig fpoke behind your backe, then to your face.
Par. Poore foule, thy fece is much abuf'd with teares.
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lui. The teares haue got fmail viiVorie by that :
For it was bad inough before their fpight.
Pa, Thou wrong*ft it more then teares with that report.
/«/, That is no flaunder fir, which is a truth,
And what I fpake, 1 fpake it to thy face.
Par, Thyface is mine,and thou haft flaundred it*.
/«/. It may be fo,for it is not mine owne.
Are you at leifure,Holy Father now,
Or ihall I come to you at euening Mafle ?
Fn. My leifure ferues me penfiue daughter now.
My Lord you muft intreat the time alone.
Par, Godlheild : I ihould difturbe Deuotion,
JuiUtyOn Thurfday early will I rowfe yee.
Till then adue,and keepethis holy kifle. Exit Paris,
lui, O Ihut the doore, and when thou haft done fo,
Come weepe with me, paft hope, paft care,paft helpe.
Fri, O luliety I alreadie know thy griete,
It ftreamcs me paft the compafie of my wits :
I heare thou muft and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thurfday next be married to this Countie.
lul. Tell me not Frier that thou heareft of this,
VnlelTe thou tell meihow I may preuent it :
If in thy wifedome, thou canft giue no helpe,
Do thou but call my refolution wife,
And with* his knife. He helpe it prefently.
God ioyn*d my heart,and För7eöi,thou our hands,
And ere this hand by thee to Romeo feaFd :
Shall be the l^bell to another Deede,
Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt,
Turne to another,this ihall flay them both :
Therefore out of thy long expetien'ft time,
Giue me fome prefent counfell, or behold
Twixt'my extreames and me, this bloody knife
Shall play the vmpeere,arbitrating that,
Which the commiflionof thy yeares and art,
Could to no iltue of true honour bring :
Be not fo long to fpeak, I long to die,
If what thou fpeak'ft, fpeake not of remedy.
Fri, Hold Daughter, I doe fpie a kind of hope.
Which craues as defperate an execution.
As that is defperate which we would preuent.
If,rather then to marrie Countie Paris
Thou haft the ftrength of will to ftay thy felfe,
Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake
A thinglike death to chide away this ihame,
That coap'ft with death h¡mfelfe,to fcape fro it :
And if thou dar*ft,lle giue thee remedie.
lui. Oh bid meileape,rather then marrie Paris y
From of the Battlements of any Tower,
Or walke in theeuilh waies,or bid me lurke
Where Serpents are : chaîne me with roaring Beares
Or hide me nightly in a Charnell houfe,
Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones.
With reckie lhankesand yellow chappels fculls !
Or bid me go into a new made graue.
And hide me with a dead man in his graue ,
Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble.
And I will doe it without feare or doubt,
To liue an vnftained wife to my fweet Loue.
Fri, Hold then; goe home,be merrie,,giue confent.
To marrie Paris : wenfday is to morrow,
To morrow night looke that thou lie alone.
Let not thy Nurfe lie with thee in thy Chamber;
Take thou this Violl being then in bed.
And this diftilling liquor drinke thou off,
When prefently through all thy veines Ihall run.
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A cold and drowfie humour : for no pulfe
Shall keepe his natiue progrefle, but furceafe:
No warmth, no breath Ihall teftifie thou liueft,
The Rofes in thy lips and cheekes Ihall fade
To many aihes, the eyes windowes fall
Like death when he ihut vp the day of life ;
Each part depriu*d of fupple goucrnment,
Shall ftiffe and ftarke,and cold appeare like death.
And in this borrowed likeneflTe of ihrunke death
Thou flialt continue two and forty houres,
And then awake,as from a pleafant fleepe.
Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes,
To rowfe thee from thy bed, there art thou dead :
Then as the manner of our country is,
In thy beft Robes vncouerM on the Beere,
Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue;
Thou fiialt be borne to that fame ancient vault.
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the meane time againft thou ihalt awake.
Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift.
And hither ihall he come,and that very night
Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua.
And this ihall free thee from this prefent fiiame,
If no inconftant toy nor womanilh feare.
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
lul. Giue me, giue me, O tell not me of care.
Fri. Hold get you gone, be ftrong and profperous;
In this refolue, He fend a Frier with fpeed
To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord.
lu. Loue giue me ftrength.
And ftrength Ihall helpe aferd :
Farewell deare father. Exit
Enter Father Capulety Mother y Nurfe y and
Seruing menyttpo or three.
Cap. So many guefts inuite as here are writ,
Sirrah,go hire me twenty cunning Cookes.
Ser, You fiiall haue none ill fir, for He trie if they can
licke their fingers.
Cap, How canft thou trie them fo ?
Ser, Marrie fir, *tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his
owne fingers ; therefore he that cannot licke his fingers
goes not with me.
Cap. Go be gone, we ihall be much vnfurniiht for this
time : what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence ?
Nur, I forfooth.
Cap. Well he may chance to do fome good on her,
A peeuiih felfe-'wild harlotry it is.
Enter Juliet.
Nur. See where ihe comes from Ihrift
With merrie looke.
Cap. How now my headftrong.
Where haue you bin gadding?
Jul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the fin
Of difobedient oppofition;
To you and your behefts, and am enioyn'd
By holy Lawrence^ to fall proftrate here.
To beg your pardon:pardon I befeech you.
Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this,
He haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning.
Jul, 1 met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell,
And gaue him what becomed Loue 1 might.
Not ftepping ore the bounds of modeftie.
Cap, Why I am glad on't,this is well, ftand vp.
This
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This is as'tihould be, let me fee the County:
1 marrie go I fay, and fetch him hither.
Now afore God, this reueren'd holy Frier,
All our whole Cittie is much bound to him.
lul. Nurfe will you goe with me into my Clofet,
To helpe me fort fuch needfull ornaments.
As you thinke fit to furnilh me to morrow ?
Mo. No not till Thurfday, there's time inough.
Fa, Go Nurfe, go with her,
Weele to Church to morrow.
Exeunt luliet and Nurje.
Mo. We (hall be Ihort in our prouifion,
'Tis now neere night.
Fa. Tuih, I will ftirre about,
And all things (hall be well, I warrant thee wife :
Go thou to /a/iet,helpe to deckevp her,
lie not to bed to night,let me alone ;
lie play the hufwife for this once. What ho ?
They are all forth, well I will walke my felfe
To Countie Pari,to prepare him vp
Againft to morrow,my heart is wondrous light.
Since this fame way-ward Gyrle is fo reclaim'd.
Exeunt Father and Mother'
Enter luliet and Nurfe.
lul. I thofe attires are belt, but gentle Nurfe
I pray thee leaue me to my felfe to night :
For I haue need of many Oryfons,
To moue the heauens to fmile vpon my (late,
Which well thou know'ft, is crolTe and full of fin.
Enter ¿Mother.
Mo. What are you bufie ho.'need you my help ?
lul. No Madam, we haue cul'd fuch necelfaries
As are behoouefull for our ftate to morrow :
So pleafe you, let me now be left alone; t
And let the Nurfe this night fit vp with you.
For I am fure.you haue your hands full all.
In this fo fudden bufinelfe.
Mo. Goodnight.
Get thee to bed and reft,for thou haft need. Exeunt.
lul. Farewell :
God knowes when we (hall meete againe.
I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines.
That almoft freezes vp the heate of fire :
He call them backe againe to comfort me.
Nurfe, what (hould (he do here í
My difmall Sceane, 1 needs muft ail alone :
Come Viall, what if this mixture do not worke at all ?
Shall I be married then to morrow morning ?
No, no, this (hall forbid it. Lie thou there,
what if it be a poyfon which the Frier
Subtilly hath miniftred to haue me dead.
Lead in this marriage he (hould be di(honour'd,
Becaufe he married me before to Romeo ?
I feare it is,and yet me thinkes it (hould not.
For he hath ftiil beene tried a holy man.
How,if when I am laid into the Tombe,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeeme me? There's a fearefull point :
Shall I not then be ftifled in the Vault ?
To whofe foule mouth no healthfome ayre breaths in.
And there die ftrangled ere my Romeo comes.
Or if I liue,is it not very like.
The horrible conceit of death and night.
Together with the terror of the place.
As in a Vaulte, an ancient receptacle,
Where for thefe many hundred yeeres the bones
Of all my buried Aunceftors are packt.
Where bloody Tybalt,yet but greene in earth.
Lies feftring in his (hrow'd, where as they fay.
At fome houres in the night. Spirits refort :
Alacke,alacke,is it not like that 1
So early waking, what with loathfome fmels.
And (hrikes like Mandrakes torne out of the earth.
That liuing mortalls hearing them, run mad.
O if 1 walke, (hall I not be diftraught,
Inuironed with all thefe hidious feares.
And madly play with my forefathers ioynts ?
And plucke the mangled Tybalt from his flirow'd ?
And in this rage, with fome great kinfmans bone.
As (with a club)da(h out my defperate braines.
O looke, me thinks I fee my Cozins Ghoft,
Seeking out Romeo that did fpit his body
Vpon my Rapiers point : ftay Tybalt, ñay}
Romeo,Romeo,T^meo,her¿s drinke : I drinke to thee.
Enter Lady of the houfe,and Nurfe,
Lady. Hold,
Take thefe keies.and fetch more fpices Nurfe.
Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Paftrie.
Enter old Cafulet.
Cap. Come,ftir,ftir,ftir,
The fécond Cocke hath Crow'd,
The Curphew Bell bath rung, 'tis three a clocke :
Looke to the bakte meates,good .Angelica,
Spare not for coft.
Nur. Go you Cot-queane,go,
Get you to bed, faith youle be ficke to morrow
For this nights watching.
Cap. No not a whitiwhat ? I haue watcht ere now
All night forleffe caufe, and nere beene ficke.
La. I you haue bin a Moufe-hunt in your time.
But I will watch you from fuch watching now.
Exit Lady and Nurfe.
Cap. A iealous hood, a iealous hood.
Now fellow,what there?
Enter three or fourevith fiits,and logs,and bat\eti.
Fel. Things for the Cooke fir, but I know not what.
Cap. Make haft, make haft, firrah, fetch drier Logs.
Call Peter,he will (hew thee where they are.
Fel. I haue a head fir,that will find out logs.
And neuer trouble Peter for the matter.
Cap. Made and well faid,a merrie horfon,ha.
Thou (halt be loggerhead; good Father, 'tis day.
Play oMuJUlte
The Countie will be here with Muficke ftraight.
For fo he faid he would,I heare him neere,
Nurfe, wife, what ho?what Nurfe I fay?
Enter Nurfe.
Go waken Iuliet,go and trim her vp,
He go and chat with F^rns: hie,make haft.
Make haft,theBridegroome,heis come already:
Make haft I fay.
Nur. Miftris, what Miftris? IuUet?73& I warrant her (he.
Why Lambe, why Lady¿fie you (luggabed.
Why Loue I fay/Madam, fweet heart: why Bride?
What not a word? Vou take your peniworths now.
Sleepe for a weeke.for the next night I warrant
TheCountie Pari hath fet vp his reft.
That you (hall reft but little, God forgiue me :
Marrie and Amen : how found is (he a (leepe ?
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I mull needs wake her : Madam, Madam, Madam,
I, let the Countie take you in your bed,
Heele fright you vp yfaith. Will it not be ?
What dreft,and in your clothes,and downe agalne i
I mud needs wake you : Lady, Lady, Lady i
Alas,alas,helpe, helpe,my Ladyes dead,
Oh weladay,that euer I was borne.
Some Aqua-vitae ho, my Lord, my Lady í
Mo. What noife is heere ? Enter Mother,
Nur. O lamentable day.
oMo. What is the matter ?
Nur, Looke, looke, oh heauie day.
Mo. O me,0 me,my Child.my onely life:
Reuiue,looke vp,or I will die with thee :
Helpe,helpe, call helpe.
Enter Father.
Fa. For lhame bring luliet forth, her Lord is come.
Nur. Shee's dead;deceail,lhee's deadralacke the day.
A/.Alacke the day,lhee's dead,lhee's dead,lhee's dead.
Fa. Ha ? Let me fee herzout alas Ihee's cold.
Her blood is fetled and her ioynts are diffe :
Life and thefe lips haue long bene fep erated :
Death lies on her like an vntimely frod
Vpon the fweted flower of all the field.
Nur. O Lamentable day !
Mo. O wofull time.
Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile,
Ties vp my tongue, and will not let me fpeake.
Enter Frier and the Countie,
Fri, Come,is the Bride ready to go to Church?
Fa. Ready to go, but neuer to returne.
0 Sonne, the night before thy wedding day.
Hath death laine with thy wife : there die lies,
Flower as Ihe was, deflowred by him.
Death is my Sonne in law, death is my Heire,
My Daughter he hath wedded. I will die.
And leaue him all life liuing,all is deaths.
Pa. Haue I thought long to fee this mornings face,
And doth it giue me fuch a fight as this ?
Mo. Accur'd,vnhappie,wretched hatefull day,
Mod miferable houre, that ere time faw
In lading labour of his Pilgrimage.
But one,poore one, one poore and louing Child,
But one thing to reioyce and folace in.
And cruell death hath catcht it from my fight.
Nur. O wo,0 wofull, wofull,wofull day.
Mod lamentable day, mod wofull day.
That euer, euer,I did yet behold.
0 day, O day, O day, O hatefull day.
Neuer was feene fo blacke a day as this :
0 wofiill day, O wofull day.
Pa. Beguild,diuorced, wronged, fpighted,flaine.
Mod detedable death, by thee beguil'd.
By cruell, cruell thee,quite ouerthrowne :
0 loue, O lifejnot life,but loue in death.
Fat. Defpis'd,didreired,hated, martir'd, kil'd,
Vncomfortable time, why cam'd thou now
To murther, murtber our folemnitie ?
0 Child, O Childjmy foule, and not my Child,
Dead art thou,alacke my Child is dead.
And with my Child,my ioyes are buried.
Fri. Peace ho for ihame,confufions : Carejiues not
In thefe confufions, heauen and your felfe
Had part in this faire .Maid,now heauen hath all.
And all the better is it for the Maid :
Your part in her,you could not keepe from death.
But heauen keepes his part ineternall life :
The mod you fought was her promotion.
For'twas your heauen, flie Ihouidd be aduan'd.
And weepe ye now, feeing (he is aduan'd
Aboue the Cloudes, as high as Heauen it felfe?
0 in this loue, you loue your Child fo ill.
That you run mad, feeing that (he is well ;
Shee's not well married, that liues married long.
But ihee's bed married,that dies married yong.
Drie vp your teares,and dicke your Rofemarie
On this faire Coarfe,and as the cudome is.
And in her bed array beare her to Church :
For though fome Nature bids all vs lament.
Yet Natures teares are Reafons merriment.
Fa. All things that we ordained Fediuall,
Turne from their office to blacke Funerall:
Our indruments to melancholy Bells,
Our wedding cheare, to a fad buriall Fead:
Our folemne Hymnes, to füllen Dyrges change :
Our Bri dall flowers ferue for a buried Coarfe :
And all things change them to the contrarie.
Fri. Sir go you in ; and Madam,go with him,
And go fir Parü, euery one prepare
To follow this faire Coarfe vnto her graue :
The heauens do lowre vpon you, for fome ill :
Moue them no more, by eroding their high will. Exeunt
Mu, Faith we may put vp our Pipes and be gone.
Nur. Honed goodfellowes :]Ah put vp,put vp,
For well you know, this is a pitifull cafe.
Mu. 1 by my troth,the cafe may be amended.
Enter Peter.
Pet. Mufitions, oh Mufitions,
Hearts eafe, hearts eafe,
0,and you will haue me liue, play hearts eafe.
Mu. Why hearts eafe ;
Pet. O Mufitions,
Becaufe my heart it felfe plaies,my heart is full.
Mu. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. You will not then
Mu. No.
Pet. I will then giue it you foundly.
Mu. What will you giue vs .i"
Pet. No money on my faith,but the gleeke.
1 will giue you the Mindiell.
Mu. Then'will I giue you the Seruing creature.
Peter. Then will I lay the feruing Creatures Dagger
on your pate. I will carie no Crochets, He Re you. He Fa
you, do you note me ?
Mu. And you Re vs,and Fa vs,you Note vs.
z.M. Pray you put vp your Dagger,
And put out your wit.
Then haue at you with my wit.
Peter. I will drie-beate you with an yron wit.
And put vp my yron Dagger.
Anfwere me like men :
When griping griefes the heart doth wound, then Mu-
fickewith her filuer found.
Why filuer found i why Muficke with her filuer found?
what fay you Simon Catling ?
Mu. Mary fir,becaufe filuer hath a fweet found.
Pet. Prated, what fay you Hugh Rebkhe
Z.M.I fay filuer found, becaufe Mufitions found for fil-
Pet. Prated to,what fay you lanes Sound-Poßl (uer
q.cTfii. Faith 1 know not what to fay.
Pet.O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer.
I will fay for you ; it is Muficke with her filuer found,
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Becaufe Mufitions haue no gold for founding;
Then Muficke with her filuer found with fpeedy helpe
doth lend redrefle. ' Exit»
Mu» What a peftilent knaue is this fame ?
M.%» Hang him lacke, come weelein here, tarrie for
the Mourners, and ftay dinner. Exit.
Enter Romeo.
Rom. If I may truft the flattering truth of fleepe,
My dreames prefage fome ioyfull newes at hand ;
My bofomes L.fits lightly in his throne ;
And all thisan day an vccuftom'd fpirit.
Lifts me aboue the ground with cheerefull thoughts.
I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
(Strange dreame th^t glues a dead man leaue to thinke,)
And breath'd fuch life with kiíTes in my lips,
That I reuiu'd and was an Emperour.
Ah me,how fweet is loue it felfe poiTeft,
When but loues fliadowes are fo rich in ioy.
Enter Romed*s man.
Newes from *Verona.¡hovi now ^altba%er ?
Doll thou not bring me Letters from the Frier f
How doth my Lady? Is my Father wellf
How doth my Lady Juliet} that I aske againe,
For nothing can be ill, if Ihe be well.
Man, Then Ihe is we]l,and nothing can be ill.
Her body fleepes in Capéis Monument,
And her immortall part with Angels liue,
I faw her laid low in her kindreds Vault,
And prefently tooke Polle to tell it you :
0 pardon me for bringing thefe ill newes,
Since you did leaue it for my office Sir.
Rom. Is it euen fo ?
Then I denie you Starres.
Thou knowell my lodging,get me inke and paper,
And hire Poll-Horfes,I will hence to night.
Man. I do befeech you fir,haue patience :
Your lookes are pale and wild, and do import
Some mifaduenture.
Rom. Tulh, thou art deceiu'd,
Leaue me,and do the thing 1 bid thee do.
Hall thou no Letters to me from the Frier ?
AJan, No my good Lord.
Exit Man.
Rom. Mo matter: Get thee gone,
And hyre thofe Horfes, lie be with thee llraight.
Well luliet, I will lie with thee to night î
Lets fee for meanes : O mifchiefe thou art fwift.
To enter in the thoughts of defperate men :
1 do remember an Appothecarie,
And here abouts dwells, which late I noted
In tattred weeds, with ouerwhelming browes,
Culling of Simples, meager were his lookes,
Sharpe miferie had worne him to thebones :
And in his needie Ihop a Tortoyrs hung,
An Allegater lluft,and other skins
Of ill lhap'd fllhes,and about his Ihelues,
A beggerly account of emptie boxes,
Greene earthen pots,Bladders,and muftie feedes,*
Remnants of packthred,and old cakes of Rofes
Were thinly fcattered,to make vp a Ihew.
Noting this penury, to my felfe I faid.
An if a man did need a poyfon now,
Whofe fale is perfent death in Mantua,
Here liues a Caitiffe wretch would fell it him.
O this fame thought did but fore-run my need,
And this fame needie man mull fell it me.
As I remember, this Ihould be the houfe.
Being holy day,the beggers Ihop is Ihut.
What ho? Appothecarie ?
Enter Appothecarie,
App. Who call's fo low'd ?
Rom. Come hither man, 1 fee that thou art poore,
Hold, there is fortie Duckets,let me haue
A dram of poyfon, fuch foone fpeeding geare.
As will difperfe it felfe through all the veines.
That the life-wearie-taker may fall dead.
And that the Trünke may be difcharg'd of breath,
As violently,as hallie powder fier'd
Doth hurry from the ètall Canons wombe.
App. Such mortall drugs I haue, but Mantuas law
Is death to any he, that vtters them.
Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchednelTe,
And fear'ft to die? Famine is in thy cheekes.
Need and opreffion llarueth in thy eyes,
Contempt and beggery hangs vpon thy backe :
The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich.
Then be not poore,but breake it,and take this.
App. My pouerty, but not my will confents.
Rom. I pray thy pouerty, and not thy will.
App. Put this in any liquid thing you will
And drinke it off, and if you had the ilrength
Of twenty men, it would difpatch you llraight.
Rom, There's thy Gold,
Worfe poyfon to mens foules.
Doing more murther in this loathfome world.
Then thefe poore compounds that thou maieil not fell*
I fell thee poyfon,thou hail fold me none.
Farewell, buy food, and get thy ielfe in rieih.
Come Cordiall,and not poyfon, go with me
To Juliets graue, for there muft I vfe thee.
Exeunt.
Enter Frier John to Frier Lawrence.
John. Holy Francijcan Frier, Brother, ho }
Enter Frier Lcmrence.
hem. This fame Ihould be the voice of Frier John.
Welcome from cíT/iz/zíwa,what fayes Romeo}
Or if his mind be writ,giue me his Letter.
John. Going to find a bare-foote Brother out.
One of our order to affociate me,
Here in thisCitie vificing the fick,
And finding him, the Searchers of the Towne
Sufpe£ling that we both were in a houfe
Where the infedlious peflilence did raigne,
Seal'd vp the doorcs,and would not let vs forth,
So that my fpeed to Mantua there was ilaid.
Larv. Who bare my Letter then to Romeo}
John. I could not fend it, here it is againe.
Nor get a meffenger to bring it thee,
So fearefull were they of infeélion.
LfOtv. Vnhapple Fortune: by my Brotherhood
The Letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of deare import, and the negleíling it
May do much danger : Frier John go hence.
Get me an Iron Crow,and bring it llraight
Vnto ray Cell.
John. Brother He go and bring it thee. Exit.
Lavp. Now muft I to the Monument alone.
Within this three houres will faire'/«/;Vi wake,
Shee will beihrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of thefe accidents:
But I will write againe to Mantua,
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And kcepe her at my Cell till I^omeo come,
Poore liuing Coarre,closM in a dead mans Tombe,
Exit,
Enter Paris and bis Page,
Par, Giue me thy Torch Boy, hence and Hand aloft,
Yet put it out, for I would not be feene :
Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along.
Holding thy eare clofe to the hollow ground.
So ihall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread.
Being loofe, vnfirme with digging vp of Graues,
But thou /halt heare it;whiftle then to me.
As fignall that thou heare/1 fome thing approach,
Giue me thofe flowers. Do as 1 bid thee, go.
Page. I am almoft afraid to /land alone
Here in the Churchyard,yet I will aduenture.
Ptf.Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I ftrewî
O woe, thy Canopie is duft and ftones.
Which with fweet water nightly I will dewe.
Or wanting that, with teares deftil'd by monesj
The obfequies that I for thee will keepe.
Nightly /hall be, to llrew thy graue, and weepe.
Wbiß/r Boy,
The Boy giues warning, fomething doth approach,
What curfed foot wanders this wayes to night.
To cro/Te my obfequies,and true loues right
What with a Torch ? Muffle me night a while.
Enter Romeo, and Peter.
Rom. Giue me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron,
Hold take this Letter,early in the morning
See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father,
Giue me the light ; vpon thy life 1 charge thee,
What ere thou hear'fl or reell,ftand all aloofe.
And do not interrupt me in my courfe.
Why I defcend into this bed of death.
Is partly to behold my Ladies face :
But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,
A precious Ring : a Ring that 1 mufl vfe,
In deare employment, therefore hence be gone ;
But if thou iealous dofl returne to prie
In what I further /hall intend to do.
By heauen 1 will teare thee ioynt by ioynt,
And ftrcw this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs ;
The time, and my intents are fauage wilde:
More fierce and more inexorable farre.
Then cmptie Tygers,or the roaring Sea.
Pet. I will be gone fir,and not troubl e you
Ro, So /halt thou /hew me friend/hip : take thou that,
Liue and-be profperousjand farewell good fellow.
Pet. For all this fame, He hide me here about,
Hislookes I feare,and his intents 1 doubt.
Rom. Thou deteftable mawe, thou wombe of death,
GorgM with the deareft morfell of the earth :
Thus I enforce thy rotten lawes to open,
And in defpight, lie cram thee with more food.
Par. This is that baniflit haughtie Mountaguey
That murdred my Loues Cozin ; with which gi icfe,
It is fuppofed the faire Creature died,
And here is come to do fome villanous ihame
To the dead bodies : 1 will apprehend him.
Stop thy vnhallowed toyle, vile Mountague :
Can vengeance be purfued further then death ?
Condemned vallaine, I do apprehend thee.
Obey and go with me, for thou mufl die.
Rom, I muft indeed,and therfore came I hither:
Good gentle youth,tempt not a defperate man,
Flic hence and leaue me,thinke vpon thofe gone,
Let them affright thee. I beieech thee Youth,
Put not an other fin vpon my head,
By vrging me to furie. O be gone.
By heauen I loue thee better then my felfe.
For I come hither arm'd againfl my felfe:
Stay not,be gone,liue,and hereafter fay,
A mad mans mercy bid thee run away.
Par, I do defie thy commifleration,
And apprehend thee for a Fellen here.
Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me f Then haue at thee Boy.
Pet, O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.
Pa. O I am flaine,if thon be mercifull,
Open the Tombe,lay me with luliet,
Rom. In faith I will, let me perufe this face:
Mercutius kinfman. Noble Countie Parüy
What faid my man, when my beto/fed foule
Did not attend him as we rode ? 1 thinke
He told me Paris ihould haue married luliet.
Said he not fo} Or did I dreame it fo ?
Or am I mad,hearing him talke of luliety
To thinke it was fo ? O giue me thy hand,
One, writ with me in fowre misfortunes booke.
He burie thee in a triumphant graue.
A Graue 5 O no,a Lanthorne 5 flaughtred Youth :
For here lies lulietyaná her beautie makes
This Vault a feafting prefence full of light.
Death lie thou there,by a dead man inter^d.
How oft when men are at the point of death.
Haue they beene merrie? Which their Keepers call
A lightning before death} Oh how may 1
Call this a lightning? O my Loue,my Wife,
Death that hath fuckc the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie :
Thou are not conquer'd ; Beauties enfigne yet
Is Crymfon in thy lips,and in thy cheekes,
And Deaths pale fiagis not aduanced there.
Tybalty\y''ik. thou there in thy bloudy Iheet ?
Ü what more fauour can 1 do to thee.
Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine,
To /under his that was thy enemie ?
Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare luliet'.
Why art thou yetfo faire ? I will beleeue.
Shall I beleeue,that vnfubflantiall death is amorous ?
And that the leane abhorred Monfter keepes
Thee here in darke to be his Paramour?
For feare of that, I ftill will flay with thee,
And neuer from this Pallace of dym night
Depart againe:come lie thou in my armes,
Heere*s to thy health,whereere thou tumbleflin.
O true Appochecarie !
Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a ki/Te I die.
Depart againej here,here will I femaine,
With Wörmes that are thy Chambermaides ; O here
Will I fet vp my euerlafting reft :
And /hake the yoke of inaufpicious ftarres
From this world-wearied flefli : Eyes locke your laft '*
Armes take your laft embrace : And lips,0 you
The doores of breath,feale with a righteous kiflTe
A datele/Te bargalne to ingrofling death :
Come bitter conduift,come vnfauoury guide,
Thou defperate Pilot, now at once run on
Theda/hing Rocks,thy Sea-ficke wearie Barke :
Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary :
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Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kifle I die.
Enter Frier with Lantborne, Crcn> ^and Spade.
Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed,how oft to night
Haue my old feet ftumbled at graues .'Who's there?
ilian.Here's one,a Friend,& one that knowes you well.
Fri. BlilTe be vpon you. Tell me good my Friend
What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light
To grubs, and eyeiefle Seniles ? As I difcerne.
It burneth in the Capéis Monument.
Aian. It doth fo holy fir.
And there's my Mafter,one that you loue.
Fri. Who is it?
Man. Epmeo.
Fri. How long hath he bin there ?
eMan. Full hälfe an houre.
Fri. Co with me to the Vault.
Man. I dare not Sir.
My Mailer knowes not but I am gone hence,
And fearefully did menace me with death,
If I did ftay to looke on his entents.
Fri. Stay,then lie go alone, feares comes vpon me,
0 much I fearefomeill vnluckie thing.
Man. As I did lleepe vnder this young tree here,
1 dreamt my mailler and another fought.
And that my Mailler flew him.
Fri. Romeo.
Alacke,alacke,what blood is this which Haines
The llony entrance of this Sepulcher?
What meane thefe Mallerlefië, and goarie Swords
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace ?
Romeo, oh pale : who elfe?what Paris too?
And lleept in blood i Ah what an vnknd houre
Is guiltie of this lamentable chance ?
The Lady llirs.
lut. O comfortable Frier, where's my Lord?
I do remember well where I Ihould be :
And there I am, where is my Romeo ?
Fri. I heare feme noyfe Lady,come from that nell
Of death,contagion,and vnnaturall lleepe,
A greater power then we can contradifl
Hath thwarted our entents,come,come away.
Thy husband in thy bofome there lies dead:
And Paris too: come lie difpofe of thee.
Among a Sillerhood of holy Nunnes :
Stay not to quellion,for the watch is comming.
Come,go good luliet, \ dare no longer Hay. Exit.
lui. Go get thee hence, for I will notuaway.
What's here? A cup clos'd in my true lo : es hand?
Poyfon I fee hath bin his timelelTe end
O churle,drinke all.'and left no friendly drop.
To helpe me after, I will kifle thy lips,
Happlie fome poyfon yet doth hang on them.
To make me die wth a relloratiue.
Thy lips are warme.
Enter Boy and Watch.
atch. Lead Boy, which way i
lui. Yea noife?
Then ile be briefe. O happy Dagger.
'Tis in thy Iheath, there ruft and let me die Kits herjelfe.
'Boy. This is the place.
There where the Torch doth burne
Watch. The ground is bloody.
Search about the Churchyard.
Go fome of you, who ere you find attach.
Pittifull fight, here lies the Countie Haine,
And luliett bleeding, warme and newly dead
Who here hath laine thefe two dayes buried.
Go tell the Prince, runne to the Capulets,
Raife vp the Mountagues, tome others fearch.
We fee the ground whereon thefe woes do lye.
But the true ground of all thefe piteous woes.
We cannot without circumllance defcry.
Enter Romeo\sman.
fTatch. Here's Romeo'r man.
We found him in the Churchyard.
Con. Hold him in fafety, till the Prince come hither.
Enter Frier,and another IFatchman.
J.Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles,fighes,and weepes
We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him.
As he was comming from this Church-yard fide.
Con. A great fufpition,ftay the Frier too.
Enter the Prince.
Prin. What mifaduenture is fo earely vp.
That calls our perfon from our mornings reft ?
Snter Capulet and his fFlfe.
Cap. What fliould it be that they fo (hrike abroad ?
Wife. O the people in the ftreete crie Romeo.
Some luliet,SLoá fome Paris,and all runne
With open outcry toward out Monument.
Pri, What feare is this which ftartles in your eares?
Wat. Soueraigne,here lies the Countie Paris flaine.
And Romeo dead,and luliet dead before.
Warme and new kil'd.
Prin. Search,
Seeke,and know how, this foule murder comes.
Id'at. Here is a Frier, and Slaughter'd Romeos man.
With Inftruments vpon them fit to open
Thefe dead mens Tombes.
Cap. O heauen !
O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes !
This Dagger hath miftaine,for loe his houfe
Is empty on the backe of Mountague,
And is miiheathed in my Daughters bofome.
fFife. O me,thisfightofdeath,isas a Bell
That warnes my old age to a Sepulcher.
Enter Mountague.
Pri. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp
To fee thy Sonne and Heire, now early downe.
Moun. Alas my liege,my wife is dead to night,
Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath ftopt her breath:
What further woe confpires againft my age?
Prin. Looke:and thou lhalt fee.
Moun. O thou vntaught, what manners in is this.
To preiTe before thy Father to a graue?
Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outra ge for a while.
Till we can cleare thefe ambiguities.
And know their fpring, their head, their truedefcent.
And then will I be generali of your woes.
And lead you euen to death?meane time forbeare,
And let mifchance be flaue to patience.
Bring forth the parties of fufpition.
Fri. I am the greate(l,able to doe lead.
Yet moil fufpeéted asthe time and place
Doth make againft me of this direfull murther :
And heere I ftand both to impeach and purge
My felfe condemned,and my felfe excus'd.
Prin. Then fay at once,what,thou doll know in this?
Fri. I will be briefe, for my Ihort date of breath
Is not fo long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo there dead, was husband to that Juliet,
And ihe there dead, that's Romeos lâithfull wife:
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I married them; and their ftolne marriage day
Was Tybalt s Doomefday : whofe vntimely death
Banifli'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie :
For whom (and not for Tybalt) /W/Vr pinde.
You, to remoue that fiege of Greefe from her,
Betroth'd,and would haue married her perforce
To Countie Paru. Then comes ihe to me.
And (with wilde loolces) bid me deuife fome meanes
To rid her from this fécond Marriage,
Or in my Cell there would Ihe kill her felfe.
Then gaue I her (fo Tutor'd by my Art)
A fleeping Potion, which fo tooke effeâ
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to Tlymeo^
That he Ihould hither come, as this dyre night,
To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue,
Being the time the Potions force Ihould ceafe.
But he which bore my Letter, Frier lohn,
Was ftay'd by accident ; and yefternight
Return'd my Letter backe. T hen all alone,
At the prefixed houre of her waking,
Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault.
Meaning to keepe her clofely at my Cell,
Till I conueniently could fend to Romeo.
But when I came (fome Minute ere the time
Ot her awaking) heere vntimely lay
The Noble Parie, and true Romeo dead.
Shee wakes, and 1 intreated her come foorth.
And beare this worke ofHeauen, with patience ;
But then, a noyfe did fcarre me from the Tombe,
And Ihe (too defperate) would not go with me.
But (as it feemes) did violence on her felfe.
All this I know,and to the Marriage her Nurfe is priuy : -
And if ought in this mifcarried by my fault.
Let my old life be facrific'd,fome houre before the time,
Vnto the rigour of feuereft Law.
Pr'm. We ftill haue knowne thee for a Holy man.
Where's T^meo's man ? What can he fay to this ?
'Boy. I brought my Malier newes of Juliets death.
And then in pofie he came from Mantua
To this fame place, to this fame Monument.
This Letter he early bid me giue his Father,
And threatned me with death, going in the Vault,
If 1 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 Mailer in this place ?
Page.He came with flowres to ftrew his Ladies graue.
And bid me Hand aloofe, and fo I did :
.Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe,
And by and by my Mailler drew on him.
And then I ran away to call the Watch.
Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words.
Their courfe of Loue, the tydings of her death :
And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyfon
Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall
Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Juliet.
Where be thefe EnemiesCafulet, Mountague,
See what a fcourge is laide vpon your hate.
That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue ;
And I, for winking at your difcords too,
Haue loll a brace of Kinfmen : All are punilh'd.
Cap. O Brother Mountague, giue me thy hand.
This is my Daughters ioynture, for no more
Can 1 demand.
Moun. But I can giue thee more ;
For I will raife her Statue in pure Gold,
That whiles Uerona by that name is knowne,
There lhall no figure at that Rate be fet.
As that of True and Faithfull Juliet.
Cap. As rich lhall Romeo by his Lady ly,
Poore facrifices of our enmity.
Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The Sunne for forrow will not Ihew his head ;
Go hence, to haue more talke of thefe fad things.
Some lhall be pardon'd, and fome punilhed.
For neuer was a Storie of more Wo,
Then this of Juliet, and her Romeo. Exeunt omnes
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FINIS.
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THE LIFE OF TYMON
OF ATHENS.
zÄStus 'Primus. Scceña 'Prima.
Enter Poet, Painter, leveller. Merchant,and Mercer,
at feuerall doores.
Poet.
Ood day Sir.
^ Pain. I am glad y'are well.
7^ Poet. I haue not feene you long, how goes
Rithe World >
Pain. It weares fir, as it growes.
Poet. I that's well knowne :
But what particular RarityWhat ftrange,
Which manifold record not matches : fee
Magicke of Bounty, all thefe fpirits thy power
Hath coniur'd to attend.
I know the Merchant.
Pain. I know them both : th'others a Jeweller.
oMer. O 'tis a worthy Lord.
lev. Nay that's moft fixt.
Mer. A moft incomparable man, breath'd as it were.
To an vntyreable and continúate goodneffe :
He paftes.
lev. I haue a Jewell heere.
Mer. O pray let's fee't. For the Lord Timon ,fir ?
level. Jf he will touch the eftimate. But for that
Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild,
Jt ftaines the glory in that happy Verfe,
Which aptly fings the good.
oMer. 'Tis a good forme.
level. And rich : heere is a Water looke ye.
Pain. You are rapt fir, in fome worke, fome Dedica¬
tion to the great Lord.
Poet. A thing flipt idlely from me.
Our Poefie is as a Gowne, which vfes
From whence 'tis nouriflit : the fire i'th'Flint
Shewes not, till it be ftrooke : our gentle flame
Prouokes itfelfe, and like the currant flyes
Each bound it chafes. What haue you there?
Pain, A Pidlure fir : when comes your Booke forth ?
Poet. Vpon the heeles of my prefentment fir.
Let's fee your peece.
Pain, 'Tis a good Peece.
Toet. So 'tis, this comes off well, and excellent.
Pain. Indifferent.
Poet. Admirable : How this grace
Speakes his owne ftanding : what a mentall power *
This eye fhootes forth? How bigge imagination
Moues in this Lip, to th'dumbneffe of the gefture.
One might interpret.
Pain. Jt is a pretty mocking of the life :
Heere is a touch : Js't good?
Poet. I will fay of it,
It Tutors Nature, Artificiall ftrife
Liues in thefe toutches, liuelier then life.
Enter certaine Senatort.
Pain. How this Lord is followed.
Poet. The Senators of Athens, happy men.
Pain. Looke moe.
Po.You fee this confluence,this great flood of vifitors,
J haue in this rough worke, fhap'd out a man
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge
With ampleft entertainment : My free drift
Halts not particularly, but moues it felfe
In a wide Sea of wax, no leuell'd malice
Jnfefls one comma in the courfe I hold.
But flies an Eagle flight, bold, and forth on.
Leaning no Trail behinde.
Pain. How fhall J vnderftand you ?
Poet. J will vnboult to you.
You fee how all Conditions, how allMindes,
As well of glib and flipp'ry Creatures, as
Of Graue and auftere qualitie, tender downe
Their feruices to Lord Timon : his large Fortune,
Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging.
Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
All forts of hearts; yea,from the glaffe-fac'd Flatterer
To udpemantm, that few things loues better
Then to abhorre himfelfe ; euen hee drops downe
The knee before him, and retornes in peace
Moft rich in Timons nod.
Pain. I faw them fpeake together.
Poet. Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleafant hill
Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
The Bafe o'th'Mount
Is rank'd with all deferts, all kinde of Natures
That labour on the bofome of this Sphere,
To propagate their ftates ; among'ft them all,
Whofe eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt.
One do I perfonate of Lord Timons frame.
Whom Fortune with her Juory hand wafts to her,
Whofe prefent grace, to prefent flaues and feruants
Tranflates his Riuals.
Pain. 'Tis conceyu'd, to fcope
This Throne,this Fortune,and this Hill me thinkes
With
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With one man becken'd from the reft below^
Bowing his head againí) the íleepy Mount
To climbe his happíneíTe, would be well expreil
In our Condition.
Poet, Nay Sir, but heare me on :
AU thofc which were his Fellowes but of late,
Some better then his valew j on the moment
Follow his ftrides, his Lobbies hil with tendance,
Raine Sacrifíciall whifperings in his eare,
Make Sacred euen his ftyrrop, and through him
Drinke the free Ayre.
Pain, I marry, what of thefe ?
Poet, When Fortune in her ihift and change of mood
Spumes downe her late beloued ; all his Dependants
Which laboured after him tü the Mountaines top,
£uen on their knees and hand, let him ht downe,
Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. Tis common :
A thoufand morall Paintings I can ihew.
That ihall demonilrace thefe quicke blowes of Fortunes,
More pregnantly then words. Yet you do well.
To ihew Lord Timon^ that meane eyes haue feene
The foot aboue the head.
Trumpets found.
Enter Lord Timony addrejfing bimjelfe curteoußy
toeuery Sutor,
Tim, Imprifon'd is he, fay you ?
ç^ef, I my good Lord, fiue Talents is his debt,
His meanes moil ihort, his Creditors moil ilraite:
Your Honourable Letter he defires
To thofe haue ihut him vp, which failing,
Periods his comfort.
Tim, Noble Ventidiuó well:
I am not of that Feather, to ihake oiF
My Friend when he muil neede me. I do know him
A Gentleman, that well deferues a helpe,
Which he ihall haue, lie pay the debt, and free him.
MeJ, Your Lordfliip euer bindes him.
77m» Commend me to him, I will fend his ranfome,
And being enfranchized bid him come to me ;
'Tis not enough to helpe the Feeble vp.
But to fupport him after. Fare you well.
MeJ. All happineil'e to your Honor. Exit.
Enter an old jdtbenian,
Oldm. Lord 77'mo», heare me fpeake.
Tim. Freely good Father.
Oidm, Thou hail a Seruant nam'd Lucilxtu,
Tim. I haue fo : What of him ?
Oldm, Moil Noble Timony call the man before thee.
Ttm, Attends he heere, or no? Lucillius,
Luc. Heere at your Lordfliips feruice.
Oldm, This Fellow heere,L.T/mo», this thy Creature,
By night frequents my houfe. 1 am a man
That from my Bril haue beene inclined to thrift,
And my eilatc deferues an Heyre more raisM,
Then one which holds a Trencher.
Tim, Well : what further ?
Old. One onely Daughter haue I, no Kin elfe,
On whom I may conferre whatl haue got :
The Maid is faire,a*th'youngell for a Bride,
And I haue bred her at my deereil coll
In Qualities of the bell. This man of thine
Attempts her loue : I prythee (Noble Lord)
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loyne with me to forbid him her refort,
My felfe haue fpoke in vaine.
Tim, The man is honeft.
Oldm. Therefore he will be Ttmouy
His honeily rewards him in it felfe,
It mull not beare my Daughter,
Tim, Does Ihe loue him ?
Oldm. She is yong and apt :
Our owne precedent paifions do inilrufl vs
What leuities in youth.
Tim, Loue you the Maid ?
Luc, I my good Lord, and ihe accepts of it.
Oldm, If in her Marriage myconfent be milling,
1 call the Gods to witneiîe, I will choofe
Mine heyre from forth the Beggersof the world,
And difpoíTeíTe her all.
Tim. How /hall Ihe be endowed.
If ihe be mated with an equall Husband ?
Oldm, Three Talents on the prefent j in future, all.
Tim. This Gentleman of mine
Hath feru'd me long :
To build his Fortune, I will llraine a little.
For *tis a Bond in men. Giue him thy Daughter,
What you bellow, in him He counterpoize.
And make him weigh with her.
Oldm, Moll Noble Lord,
Pawne me to this your Honour, Ihe is his.
Tim. My hand to thee,
Mine Honour on my promife.
Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordlhip, neuer may
That Hate or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not owed to you. Exit
Poet, Vouchfafe my Labour,
And long liue your Lordlhip.
Tm, 1 thanke you,you Ihall heare from me anon :
Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend ?
Pain, A peece of Painting, which I dobefeech
Your Lordlhip to accept.
Ttm, Painting is welcome.
The Painting is almoll the Naturall man s
For lince Dilhonor Traffickes with mans Nature,
He is but out'iide : Thefe PenlilM Figures are
Euen fuch as they giue out. I like your worke.
And you Ihall finde I like it 5 Waite attendance
Till you heare further from me.
Pain, The Gods preferue ye.
Tim, Weil fare you Gentleman : giue me your hand.
We mull needs dine together : fir your lewell
Hath fuffered vnder praife.
Je-wel. What my Lord, difpraife ?
Tim. A meere laciety of Commendations,
If 1 Ihould pay you for*t as *tis extold.
It would vnciew me quite.
leTtel. My Lord, *tis rated
As thofe which fell would giue t but you well know.
Things of like valew differing in the Owners,
Are prized by their Mailers. Beleeu't deere Lord,
You mend the lewell by the wearing it.
Tim. Well mock'd. Enter ApermantuA.
Mer. No my good Lord,he fpeakes y common toong
Which all men fpeake with him.
77m. Locke who comes heere, will you be chid?
leveel, Wee'l beare with your Lordlhip.
Mer, Hee'l fpare none.
Tm. Good morrow to thee,
Gentle Apermantus.
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82 Tmon of zÄthens.
Afe. Till I be gentle, ftay thou for thy good morrow.
When thou art Timons dogge, and thefe Knaues honeft.
Tim. Why doft thou call them KLnaues, thou know'ft
them not?
Ape. Are they not Athenians ?
Tm. Yes.
Ape. Then I repent not.
lew. You know me, Apemantusf
Ape. Thou know'ft I do, 1 call'd thee by thy name.
Tim. Thou art proud Apemantui}
Ape, Of nothing fo much,as that I am not like Timon
Tim. Whether art going ?
Ape. To knocke out an honeft Athenians braines.
Tim. That's a deed thou't dye for.
Ape. Right,if doing nothing be death by th'Law.
Tim. How lik'ft thou this pifture Apemantui ?
Ape. The beft, for the innocence.
Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it.
Ape. He wrought better that made the Painter, and
yet he's but a filthy peece of worke.
Pain. Y'are a Dogge.
Ape. Thy Mothers of my generation ; what's lhe,if I
be a Dogge ?
Tim. Wilt dine with me Apemantui ?
Ape. No ! I eate not Lords.
Tim, And thou fliould'ft,thoud'ft anger Ladies.
Ape. O they eate Lords ;
So they come by great bellies.
Tim. That's a lafciuious apprehenfion.
Ape, So, thou apprehend'ft it.
Take it for thy labour.
Tim. How doft thou like this lewell, Apemantui ?
Ape. Not fo well as plain-dealing, which wil not caft
a man a Doit.
Tim. What doft thou thinke 'tis worth?
Ape. Not worth my thinking.
How now Poet ?
Poet. How now Philofopher ?
Ape. Thou lyeft.
Poet, Art not one?
Ape. Yes.
Poet. Then I lye not.
Ape. Art not a Poet ?
Poet. Yes.
Ape. Then thou lyeft :
Looke in thy laft worke, where thou haft fegin'd him a
worthy Fellow.
foet. That's not feign'd, he is fo.
Ape. Yes he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy
labour. He that loues to be flattered,is worthy o'th flat¬
terer. Heauens,that I were a Lord.
Tim. What wouldft do then Apemantui?
Ape. E'ne as Apemantui does now,|hate a Lord with
my heart.
Tim. What thy felfe ?
Ape. I.
Tim. Wherefore ?
Ape. That 1 had no angry wit to be a Lord. 1
Art not thou a Merchant ?
Aler. I Apemantui.
Ape. Traffick confound thee,if the Gods willnot.
Mer. If TrafBcke do it, the Gods do it.
Ape. Traflickes thy God,& thy God confound thee.
Trumpet founds. Enter a Mejfenger.
Tm. What Trumpets that Í
MeJ. ''Tis Alcihiades ,ínA fome twenty Horfe
All of Companionlhip.
Tim. Pray entertaine them, giue them guide to vs.
You muft needs dine with me : go not you hence
Till 1 haue thankt you : when dinners done
Shew me this peece, I am ioyfull of your fights.
Enter Alcibiades with the reß.
Moft welcome Sir.
Ape. So,fo; their Aches contradi, and fterue your
fupple ioynts ; that there fliould bee fmall loue amongeft
thefe fweet Knaues, and all this Curtefie. The ftraine of
mans bred out into Baboon and Monkey.
Ale. Sir, you haue fau'd my longing, and I feed
Moft hungerly on your fight.
Tim. Right welcome Sir :
Ere we depatt, wee'l fliare a bounteous time
In different pleafures.
Pray you let vs in. Exeunt,
Snter two Lords.
I.Lord What time a day is't Apemantui ?
Ape. Time to be honeft.
1 That time femes ft'ill.
Ape. The moft accurfed thou that ftill omitft it.
2 Thou art going to Lord Timons Feaft.
Ape. I, to fee meate fill Knaues, and Wine heat fooles.
2 Farthee well, farthee well.
Ape. Thou art a Foole to bid me farewell twice.
2 Why Apemantui ?
Ape. Should'ft haue kept one to thy felfe, for I meane
to giue thee none.
1 Hang thy felfe. '
Ape. No I will do nothing at thy bidding :
Make thy requefts to thy Friend.
2 Away vnpeaceable Dogge,
Or lie fpurne thee hence.
Ape. I will flye like a dogge, the heeles a'th'Affe.
1 Hee's oppofite to humanity.
Comes fliall we in.
And tafte Lord Timons bountie : he out-goes
The verie heart of kindneife.
2 He powres it out : Plutui the God of Gold
Is but his Steward ; no meede but he repayes
Seuen-fold aboue it felfe : No guift to him.
But breeds the giuer a returne : exceeding
All vfe of quittance.
1 The Nobleft minde he carries.
That euer gouern'd man.
2 Long may he line in Fortunes. Shall we in ?
He keepe you Company. Exeunt.
Hoboyes Playing Itmd Mußclte.
A great Banquet feru'd in ; and then, Enter Lord Timon, the
States, the Athenian Lords, P'entigius which Timon re¬
deemed from prifon. Then comes dropping after all Ape-
mantus difcontentedly lUfe himfelfe.
Ventig. Moft honoured Tmon,
It hath pleas'd the Gods to remember my Fathers age,
And call him to long peace :
He is gone happy, and has left me rich :
Then, as in gratefiill Vertue I am bound
To your free heart, I do returne thofe Talents
Doubled with thankesand feruice, from whofe helpe
I deriu'd libertie.
Tim. O by no meanes,
Honeft P'entigius : You miftake my loue,
I gaue
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Tim. Nay, and you begin to raile on Socictie once, I
am fworne not to glue regard to you. Farewell,& come
with better Muficke. Exit
Aptr. So : Thou wilt not hearc mee now, thou /halt
not then. lie locke thy heauen from thee :i
Oh that mens eares ihould be
To Counfell deafe, but not to Flatterie. Exit
Enter a Senator,
Sen» And late fiue thoufand : to Varro and to Ißdore
He owes nine thoufand, befides my former fumme,
Which makes it hue and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging wafteF It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, Aeale but a beggers Dogge,
And giue it T/otow, why the Dogge coinés Gold.
If I would fell my Horfe,and buy twenty moe
Better then he j why giue my Horfe to Timon.
Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me ftraight
And able Horfes : No Porter at his gate.
But rather one that fmiles,and ilill inuites
All that paiTe by. It cannot hold, no reafon
Can found his ftate in fafety. Caphis hoa,
Qapbü I fay.
Enter Caphts.
Ca. Heere fir,what is your pleafure.
Sen. Get on your cloake,& haft you to Lord Timon,
Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceaft
With flight deniall 5 nor then filenc'd, when
Commend me to your Mafter,and the Cap
Playcs in the right hand, thus : but tell him,
My Vfes cry to me ; I muft ferue my turne
Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are paft,
And my reliances on his fra£ted dates
Haue fmit my credit. I loue, and honour him,
But muft not breake my backe, to heale his finger.
Immediate are my needs) and my releefe
Muft not be toft and turnM to me in words,
But finde fupply immediate. Get you gone,
Put on a moft importunate afpect,
A vifage of demand : for I do feare
When cuery Feather ftickes in his owne wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,(
Which flaflies now a Phoenix, get you gone.
Ca. I go fir.
Sen. I go fir ?
Take the Bonds along with you.
And baue the dates in. Come.
Ca. I will Sir.
Sen. Go. Exeunt
Enter Stetvard, tvith many billes in bis band.
Stew. No care, no ftop, fo fenfeleíTe of expence,
That he will neither know how to malntaine it.
Nor ceafe his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt
How things go from him, nor refume no care
Of what is to continue: neuer minde,
Was to be fo vnwife, to be fo kinde.
What fliall be done, he will not heare, till feele *.
I muft be round with him, now he comes from hunting.
Fye, fie, fie, fie.
Enter Caphis, Ißdore, and 'Varro.
Cap. Good euen Varro ; what, you come for money?
Var, Is't not your bufinefle too í
Cap. It is,and yours too, Ißdorel
Ißd. It is fo.
Cap. Would we were all difcharg*d.
Var. I feare it,
Cap. Heere comes the Lord.
Enter Timon,and bis Traîne»
Tim. So foone as dinners done,wee'i forth againe
My Alcibiades. With me,what is your will?
Cap. My Lordjheere is a note of certaine dues.
Tim. Dues? whence are you ?
Qap. Of Athens heere,my Lord.
Tim. Go to my Steward.
Cap. Pleafe it your Lordfliip, he hath put me off
To the fucceflion of new dayes this moneth :
My Mafter is awak'd by great Occafion,
To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you,
That with your other Noble parts, you'l fuite,
In gluing him his right.
Tim. Mine honeft Friend,
I prythee but repaire to me next morning.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord.
Tim. Containe thy felfe, good Friend.
Var» One Varroes feruant,my good Lord,
Ißd. From Ißdore, he humbly prayes your fpeedy pay¬
ment.
Cap» If you did know my Lord, my Mafters wants.
Var. *Twas due on forfeyture my Lord,fixe weekes,
and paft.
Iß. Your Steward puts me off my Lord,and I
Am fent expreffely to your Lordfliip.
Tim. Giue me breath :
I do befeech you good my Lords keepe on,
He waite vpon you inftantly. Come hither : pray you
How goes the world, that I am thus encountred
With clamorous demands of debt, broken Bonds,
And the detention of long fince due debts
Againft my Honor ?
Stew. Pleafe you Gentlemen,
The time is vnagreeable to this bufineffe :
Your importunacie ceafe, till after dinner.
That I may make his Lordfliip vnderftandj
Wherefore you are not paid.
Tim, Do fo my Friends,fee them well entertained.
Stew. Pray draw neere. Exit.
Enter Apemantus and Foole.
Caph. Stay,ftay, here comes the Foole with Apeman^
itis, let's ha fome fport with 'em.
Var. Hang him,hee'l abufe vs.
Ißd. A plague vpon him dogge.
Var, How doft Foole?
Ape. Doft Dialogue with thy fliadow ?
Var. I fpeake not to thee.
Ape. No 'tis to thy felfe. Come away.
Iß. There's the Foole hangs on your backe already.
Ape. No thou ftand'it fingle, th'art not on him yet.
C^p' Where's the Foole now ?
Ape. He laft ask'd the queftion. Poore Rogues, and
Vfurers men, Bauds betweene Gold and want.
Al. What are we Apemantus ?
Ape. Affes.
All. Why?
tApe, That you ask me what you are, & do not know
your felues. Speake to 'em Foole.
Foole. How do you Gentlemen?
All. Gramercies good Foole :
How does your Miftris?
Foole.
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Fook. She's e'ne fetting on water to fcal'd fuch Chic¬
kens as you are. Would we could fee you at Corinth.
Good, Gramercy.
Enter Page.
Foole. Looke you, heere comes my Mailers Page.
Page. Why how now Captaine? what do you in this
wife Company.
How doll thou Apermantuá}
Ape. Would I had a Rod in my mouth, that I might
anfwer thee profitably.
Pry thee Apemanitu reade me the fuperfcripti-
on of thefe Letters, 1 know not which is which.
Ape. Canil not read ?
Page. No.
Ape. There will litle Learning dye then that day thou
art hangM. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades.Go
thou was't borne a Ballard, and thou't dye a Bawd.
Page. Thou was't whelpt a Dogge, and thou ihalt
familh a Dogges death.
Anfwer nor, I am gone. Exit
Ape. E'ne fo thou out-runll Grace,
Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons.
Foole. Will you leaue me there ?
Ape. If Timon ftay at home.
You three ferue three Vfurers?
All. I would they feru'd vs.
Ape. So would I :
As good a tricke as euer Hangman feru'd Theefe.
Foole. Are you three Vfurers men ?
AIL I Foole.
Foole. I thinke no Vfurer, but ha's a Foole to his Ser-
uant. My Millris is one, and I am her Foole : when men
come to borrow of your Mafiers, they approach fadly,
and go away merry : but they enter my Mailers houfe
merrily,and go away fadly. The reafon of this?
Var. I could render one.
Ap. Do it then, that we may account thee a Whore-
mailer, and a Knaue, which notwithllanding thou /halt
be no leite eíleemed.
Varro. What is a Whoremafier Foole?
Foole. A Foole in good cloathes, and fomething like
thee. 'Tis a fpirit, fometime t'appeares like a Lord,fom-
time like a Lawyer, fometime like a Philofopher, with
two lloncs moe then's artificiall one. Hee is verie often
like a Knight ; and generally,in all ihapes that man goes
vp and downe in, from fuurefcore to thirteen, this fpirit
Walkes in.
Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole.
Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wife man.
As much foolerieas I haue,fo much wit thou lack'll.*
Afe. That anfwer might haue become Apemantus.
All. Afide,afide, heere comes Lord Timon.
Enter Timon and Sterrard.
Ape. Come with me(Foole)come.
JWe. 1 do not alwayes follow Louer, leider Brother,
aad Woman, fometime the Philofopher.
Stevp. Pray you walk en eere,
lie fpeake with you anon. Exeunt,,
Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere tills time
Had you not fully laide my Hate before me,
That 1 might fo haue rated my expence
As I had leaue of meanes.
Stetv. You would not heare me :
At many leyfures I propofe.
Tim. Go too :
Perchance fame fingle vantages you tooke,
When my indifpoficion put you backe,
And that vnaptne/Te made your minifter
Thus to excufe your felfe.
Stevf. O my good Lord,
At many times I brought in my accompts,
Laid them before you, you would throw them off,
And fay you found them in mine honeftie,
When for feme trifling prefent you haue bid me
Returne fo much, I haue íhooke my head,and wept:
Yea 'gainft th'Authoritie of manners, pray'd you
To hold your hand more cloie : I did indure
Not fildome, nor no flight checkes, when I haue
Prompted you in the ebbe of your eflate,
And your great flow of debts j my lou'd Lord,
Though you heare now (too late) yet nowesa time,
The greatefl of your hauing, hckes a hälfe.
To pay your prefent debts.
Tim. Let all my Land be fold.
Sterp. 'Tis all engag'd, fome forfeyted and gone,
And what remaines will hardly flop the mouth
Of prefent dues j the future comes apace :
What fhall defend the interim,and at length
How goes our reck'ning?
Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.
Sten. O my good Lord,the world is but a word,
Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,
Hov/ quickely were it gone.
Tim. You tell me true.
Stevp. If you fufpedl my Husbandry or Falfhood,
Call me before th'exa£leil Auditors,
And fet me on the proofe. So the Gods biefîe me.
When all our Offices haue beene oppreil
With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept
With drunken fpilth ofWinej when euery roome
Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minftrelfie,
I haue retyr'd me to a wailefuU cocke,
And fet mine eyes at flow.
Tim. Prythee no more.
Stetv. Heauens, haue I faid, the bounty of this Lord :
How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pez ants
This night englutted : who is not Timons^
What heart,head,fword,force,meanes,but is L. Timons:
Great Timon^ Noble, Worthy, Royal! Timon i
Ah, when the meanes are gone, that buy this praife,
The breach is gone, whereof this praife is made:
Feafl won, fail loil j one cloud of Winter fhowres,
Thefe flyes are coucht.
Tim. Come fermon me no further.
No villanous bounty yet hath pail my hearty
Vnwifely, not ignobly haue 1 giueri.
Why dofl thou weepe, canil thou the confcience lacke,
To thinke I fhall lacke friends : lecure thy heart,
If I would broach the veffels of my loue,
And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
Men,and mens fortunes could I frankely vfe
As I can bid thee fpeake.
Ste. Afliirance bleife your thoughts.
Tim.Aná in fome fort thefe wants of mine are crown'd.
That I account them bleffings. For by thefe
Shall I trie Friends. You fhill perceiue
How you miflake my Fortunes :
lam wealthiein my Friends.
Within there, Flauius,SeruiHus}
Enter
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Snttr three Seruanti,
Ser. My Lord, my Lord.
Tim. I will difpatch you feuerally.
You to Lord Lucius, to Lord LucuUus you, I hunted
with his Honor to day; you to StmproniuS', commend me
to their loues ; and 1 am proud fay, that my occafions
haue found time to vfe 'em toward a fupply of mony : let
the requeft be fifty Talents.
flam. As you haue faid, my Lord.
Stt-n. Lord Lucius and Lucullus ? Humh.
Tim. Go you fir to the Senators ;
Of whom, euen to the Stares beft health ; I haue
Deferu'd this Hearing : bid 'em fend o'th'inftant
A thoufand Talents to me.
Ste, I haue beene bold
(For that I knew it the moft general! way)
To them, to vfe your Signer,and your Name,
But they do (hake their heads, and I am heere
No richer in returne.
Tm. Is't true? Can't be ?
Stevd. They anfwer in a ioyntand corporate voice.
That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot
Do what they would, are forrie ; you are Honourable,
But yet they could haue wilht, they know not.
Something hath beene amiife ; a Noble Nature
May catch a wrench ; would all were well ; tis pitty.
And fo intending other ferious matters.
After diftafteftill lookes ; and thefe hard Frailions
With certaine halfe-caps,and cold mouing nods.
They froze me into Silence.
Tim. You Gods reward them :
Prythee man looke cheerely. Thefe old Fellowes
Haue their ingratitude in them Hereditary ;
Their blood is cak'd, Yis cold, it fildome flowes,
'Tis lacke of kindely warmth, they are not kinde ;
And Nature, as it growes againe toward earth,
Is falhion'd for the iourney ,dull and heauy.
Co to Ventiddiuó (prythee be not fad.
Thou art true,and honeft ; Ingenioufly I fpeake,
No blame belongs to thee :) fentidaius lately
Buried his Father, by whofe death hee's ftepp'd
Into a great eftate : When he was poore,
Imprifon'd, and in fcarfitie of Friends,
Icleer'd him with fiue Talents : Greet him from me,
Bid him fuppofe, fome good necefiity
Touches his Friend, which craues to be remembred
With thole fiue Talents ; that had, giue't thefe Fellowes
To whom 'tis inftant due. Neu'r fpeake,or thinke.
That fortunes'mong his Friends can finke.
Stttd. I would 1 could not thinke it :
That thought is Bounties Foe ;
Being free itfeife, it thinkesall others fo. Exeunt
Flaminius "waiting to Jpeal^e with a Lord from hü c^aßer,
enters a Jeruant to him.
Ser.\ haue told my Lord of you, he is comming down
to you.
Flam. I thanke you Sir.
Enter Lucullus.
Ser. Heere's my Lord.
Luc. One of Lord Timons men ? A Guift I warrant.
Why this hits right : I dreampt of a Siluer Bafon & Ewre
to night. Flaminius, honeft Flaminius, you are verie re-
fpedliuely welcome fir. Fill me fome Wine. And how
does that Honourable, Compleate, Free-hearted Gentle¬
man of Athens, thy very bouutifull good Lord and May-
fter?
Flam. His health is well fir.
Luc, 1 am right glad that his health is well fir : and
what haft thou there vnder thy Cloake,pretty Flaminiust
Flam. Faith, nothing but an empty box Sir, which in
my Lords behalfe, I come to intreat your Honor to fup¬
ply ; who hauing great and inftant occafion to vfe fiftie
Talents, hath fent to your Lordlhip to furnifti him : no¬
thing doubting your prefent afiiftance therein.
Luc. La, la,la, la : Nothing doubting fayeshee? Alas
good Lord ,a Noble Gentleman 'tis,if he would not keep
fo good a houfe. Many a time and often I ha din'd with
him, and told him on't, and come againe to fupper to him
of purpofe, to haue him fpend lefte, and yet he wold em¬
brace no counfeIl,take no warning by my comming,eue-
ry man has his fault, and honefty is his.I ha told him on't,
but 1 could nere get him from't.
Enter Seruant with IVine.
Ser. Pleafe your Lordlhip,heere is the Wine.
Luc. Flaminius, I haue noted thee alwayes wife,
Heere's to thee.
Flam. Your Lordlhip fpeakesyour pleafure.
Luc. I haue obferued thee alwayes for a towardlie
prompt fpirit, giue thee thy due, and one that knowes
what belongs to reafon; and canft vfe the time wel, if the
time vfe thee well. Good parts in thee ; get you gone fir-
rah. Draw neerer honeft Flaminiui. Thy Lords a boun-
tifull Gentleman, but thou art wife, and thou know'ft
well enough (although thou com'ft to me) that this is no
time to lend money, efpecially vpon bare friendlhippe
without fecuritie. Here's three Solidares for thee, good
Boy winke at me, and fay thou faw'ft mee not. Fare thee
well.
Flam. Is't poflible the world Ihould fo much dififer.
And we aliue that liued ? Fly damned bafenefife
To him that wofftiips thee.
Luc. Ha Now I fee thou art a Foole, and fit for thy
Mafter. Exit L.
Flam May thefe adde to the number y may fcald thee:
Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,
Thou difeafe of a friend,and not himfelfe :
Has friendlhip fuch a faint and milkie heart,
It turnes in lefte then two nighcsf O you Gods !
I feele my Mafters paftion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,
Has my Lords meate in him :
Why ihould it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,
When he is turn'd to poyfon ?
O may Dlfeafes onely worke vpon't :
And when he's ficke to death,let not that part of Nature
Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
To expelí ficknefle, but prolong his hower. Exit.
Enter Lucius ywith three ßrangers.
Xwc.Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend
and an Honourable Gentleman.
1 We know him for no lelfe, thogh we are but ftran-
gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and
which I heare from common rumours ,now Lord Timons
happie howres are done and paft, and his eftate ihrinkes
from him.
Lucius. Fye no, doe not beleeue it : hee cannot want
for money.
2 But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe,
one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus, to borrow fo
many Talents, nay vrg'd extreamly for't, and ihewed
what
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what neceflîty belonged too*r,and yet was deny'de.
Lucí. How ?
2 I tell you, deny'de my Lord.
Luct. What a Hrange cafe was that ? Now before the
Gods I am aiham'd on't. Denied that honourable man ?
There was verie little Honour ihewM in't. For my owne
part, I muft needes confeiTe, I haue receyued fome fmall
kindneíTes from him, as Money,Plate, lewels, and fuch
like Trifles; nothing comparing to his : yet had hee mi-
ftooke him,and fent to me,I ihould ne're haue denied his
Occafion fo many Talents.
Enter Seruîliui.
Seruil. See, by good hap yonders my Lord, I haue
fwet to fee his Honor. My Honored Lord.
Lucil. Seruiliui} You are kindely met fir. Farthewcll,
commend me to thy Honourable vertuous Lord, my ve¬
ry cxquifite Friend.
Seruil, May it pleafe your Honour, my Lord hath
fent
Lud. Ha^ what ha's he fent ? I am fo much endeered
to that Lord ; hee*s euer fending : how ihall I thank him
think'ft thou f And what has he fent now}
Seruil. Has onely fent his prefent Occafion now my
Lord : requefling your Lordihip to fupply his inftant vfe
with fo many Talents.
Lucil. I know his Lordihip is but merry with me,
He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.
Seruil. But in the mean time he wants lelTe my Lord.
Ifhis occafion were not vertuous,
I ihould not vrge it hälfe fo faithfully.
Luc, Doft thou fpeake ferioufly Seruilim^
Seruil, Vpon my foule 'tis true Sir.
Luci. What a wicked Beaft was I to disfurniih my
felf againft fuch a good time, when I might ha ihewn my
felfe Honourable? How vnluckily it hapned,that 1 ihold
Purchafe the day before for a little part, and vndo a great
deale of Honour ? Seruilm, now before the Gods I am
not able to do fthe more beaft I fay) I was fending to vfe
Lord Timon my felfe, thefe Gentlemen can witnelfe ; but
I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done't now.
Commend me bountifully to his good Lordihip, and I
hope his Honor will conceiue the faireft of mee, becaufe
I haue no power to be kinde. And tell him this from me,
I count it one of my greateft affliébions lay,that I cannot
pleafure fuch an Honourable Gentleman. Good Seruili-
uóy will you befriend mee fo farre, as to vfe mine owne
words to him ?
Ser. Yes fir, I íhall- Exit Seruil,
Lucil. lie looke you out a good turne Seruilius.
True as you faid, Timon is ihrunke indeede.
And he that's once deny'de, will hardly fpeede» Exit,
I Do you obferue this Hoßilius}
^ I, to well.
J Why this is the worlds foule.
And iuft of the fame peece
Is euery Flatterers fport : who can call him his Friend
That dips in the fame diih ? For in my knowing
Timon has bin this Lords Father,
And kept his credit with his purfe :
Supported his eftate, nay Timons money
Has paid his men their wages. He ne're drinkes.
But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip,
And yet, oh fee the monftroufnefle of man,
When he lookes out in an vngratefull fliape ;
He does deny him (in refpeft of his)
What charitable men affbord to Beggers.
3 Religion grones at it.
I For mine owne part, I neuer taftcd Timon in my life
Nor came any of his bounties ouerme,
To marke me for his Friend. Yetlproteft,
For his right Noble minde, illuftrious Vertue,
And Honourable Carriage,
Had his neceflTity made vfe of me,
I would haue put my wealth into Donation,
And the beft hälfe Ihould haue return'd to him.
So much I loue his heart : But 1 perceiue.
Men muftlearne now with pitty to difpence,
For Policy fits aboue Confcience. Exeunt.
Enter a thirdJeruanfwith Sempronius,another
of Timons Friends.
Semp. Muft he needs trouble me in't ? Hum.
'Boue all others ?
He might haue tried Lord Lucius^or Lucullusy
And now Ventidgius is wealthy too,
Whom he redeem'd from prifon. All thefe
Owes their eftates vnto him.
Ser. My Lord,
They haue all bin touch'd, and found Bafe-Mcttle,
For they haue all denied him.
Semp, How ? Haue they deny'de him ?
Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him,
And does he fend to me ? Three ? Humh?
It ihcwes but little loue, or judgement in him.
Muft I be his laft Refuge ? His Friends (like Phyfitians)
Thriue, giue him euer : Muft I take th'Curevpon me?
Has much difgrac'd me in't, I'me angry at him,
That might haue knowne my place. I fee no fenfe for't.
But his Occafions might haue wooed me firft :
For in my confcience, I was the firft man
That ere rcceiued guift from him.
And does he thinke fo backwardly of me now.
That He requite it laft? No :
So it may proue an Argument of Laughter
To th'reft,and 'mong'ft Lords be thought a Foole:
I'de rather then the worth of thrice the fumme.
Had fent to me firft, but for my mindes fake :
I'de fuch a courage to do him good. But now returne.
And with their faint reply, this anfwer ioyne ;
Who bates mine Honor,ftiall not know my Coyne. Exit
Ser. Excellent : Your Lordihips a goodly Villain: the
diuell knew not what he did, when hee made man Poli-
ticke ; he croífed himfelfe by't : and I cannot thinke, but
in the end, the Villanies of man will fet him cleere. How
fairely this Lord ftriues to appeare foule ? Takes Vertu¬
ous Copies to be wicked : like th ofe, that vnder hotte ar¬
dent zeale, would fet whole Realmes on fire,of fuch a na¬
ture is his politike loue.
This was my Lords beft hope, now all are fled
Saue onely the Gods. Now his Friends are dead,
Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards
Many a bounteous yeere, muft be imploy'd
Now to guard fure their Mafter :
And this is all a Überall courfe allowes.
Who cannot keepe his wealth, muft keep his houfe.Sxit.
Enter Varnfs man^ meeting others. All Timons Creditors to
wait for hü camming out. Then enter Lucius
and Hortenßus,
'Ctfr. wtf/r. Well met, goodmorrow Titus Sc Hortenßus
Titus
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Timon of thens. 8 7
T/V. The like to you kinde Varro,
Hort. what do we meet together?
Luc't. I^and I think one buílneíTe do^s command vs all.
For mine is money.
Tit, So is theirs,and ours.
Enter *Philotus.
Luci. And fir Philotas too.
Pbil, Good day at once.
Luci, Welcome good Brother.
What do you thinke the houre ?
Pbil. Labouring for Nine.
Luci, So much ?
Is not my Lord feene yet?
Luci, Not yet.
Pbil. I wonder on't,he was wont to ihine at feauen.
Luci, I, but the dayes are waxt ihorter with him ;
You muft confider, that a Prodigall courfe
Is like the Bunnes, but not like his recouerable, I feare :
'Tis deepeíl Winter in Lord Timons purfe, that is : One
may reach deepe enough, and yet hnde little.
Pbil. 1 am of your feare, for that.
Tit. He (hew you how t'obferue a ilrange euent :
Y our Lord fends now for Money ?
Hort. Moft true, he doe's.
Ttt, And he weares Jewels now Timons guift,
For which I waite for money.
Hort, It is againft my heart.
Luci, Marke how ftrange it ihowes,
Timon in this, ihould pay more then he owes:
And e'ne as if your Lord ihould weare rich lewels,
And fend for money for 'em.
Hort, I'me weary of this Charge,
The Gods can witneife :
I know my Lord hath fpent of Tmons wealth,
And now Ingratitude, makes it worfe then ftealth.
Varro, Yes,mine's three thoufand Crownes:
What's yours f
Luci. Fiue thoufand mine.
Varro. 'TÍS much deepe,and it Jhouldjfeem by th'ium
Your Maliers confidence was aboue mine,
Fife furely his had equall'd.
Enter Elaminiui,
Ttt. One of Lord Timons men.
Luc, Elamintui\T\Xy a word : Pray is my Lord readie
to come forth í
Flam, No, indeed he is not.
Tit. We attend his Lordlhip : pray fignifie fo much.
Flam. 1 need not tell him that, he knowes you are too
Enter Steward in a Cloake^muffled. (diligent.
Luci. Ha : is not that his Steward muffied fo ?
%, He goes away in a Clowd : Call him, call him.
Tit. Do you heare,fir ?
i.Varro, By your leaue, fir.
Stevp. What do ye aske of me, my Friend.
Tit, We waite for certaine Money heere, fir.
Stevp, I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,
'Twere fure enough.
Why then preferr'd you not your fummes and Billes
When your falfe Mailers eate of my Lords meat ?
Then they could fmiie, and fawne vpon his debts.
And take downe th'Intreil into their glutt'nous Mawes.
You do your felues but wrong, to ftirre me vp.
Let me pafle quietly :
Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
I haue no more to reckon, he to fpend.
Luci. 1, but this anfwer will not ferue.
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StefP. If't'twill not ferue, 'tis not fo bafe as you.
For you ferue KLnaues.
j.Varro. How? What does his calheer'd Worfliip
mutter?
z.Varro, No matter what, [hee's poore, and that's re-
uenge enough. Who can fpeake broader, then hee that
has no houfe to put his head in ? Such may rayle againft
great buildings.
Snter Seruilius,
Tit. Oh heere's Seruilm : now wee ihall know fome
anfwere.
Seru. If I might befeech you Gentlemen, to repayre
fome other houre, I ihould deriue much from't. For tak't
of my foule, my Lord leanes wondroufly to difcontent :
His comfortable temper has forfooke him, he's much out
of health, and keepes his Chamber.
Luci. Many do keepe their Chambers,are not ficke :
And if it be fo farre beyond his health,
Me thinkes he ihould the fooner pay his debts.
And make a cleere way to the Gods.
Seruil, Good Gods.
Titus. We cannot take this for anfwer, fir.
Elaminius xpitbin, Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord.
Enter Timon in a rage,
T/w.What, are my dores oppos'd againft my paflage ?
Haue 1 bin euer free, and muft my houfe
Be my retentiue Enemy ? My Gaole ?
The place which I haue Feafted, does it now
(Like all Mankinde) ihew me an Iron heart?
Luci. Put in now Titus,
Tit. My Lord, heere is my Bill.
Luci. Here's mine.
i.Var, And mine,my Lord.
z.Var, And ours,my Lord.
Philo, All our Billes.
Tim, Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the
Girdle.
Luc. Alas, my Lord.
Tim, Cut my heart in fummes.
Ttt. Mine,fifty Talents,
Tim. Tell out my blood.
Luc. Fiue thoufand Crownes, my Lord.
Ttm. Fiue thoufand drops payes that.
What yours? and yours?
j.Var, My Lord.
z.Var, My Lord.
Tim. Teare me, take me,and the Gods fall vpon you.
Exit Ttmon.
Hort. Faith I perceiue our Mafters may throwe their
caps at their money, thefe debts may well be call'd defpe-
rate ones, for a madman owes 'em. Exeunt,
Enter Timon.
Timon. They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the
flaues. Creditors? Diuels.
Stevp. My deere Lord.
Tim. What if it ihould be fo?
Stetv. My Lord.
Tim, He haue it fo. My Steward ?
Stevp. Heere my Lord,
Tim. So fitly ? Go, bid all my Friends againe,
Lucius y LuculluSy and Scmpronius Vllorxa : All,
He once more feaft the Rafcals.
Sterp. O my Lord, you onely fpeake from your diftra-
dled foule 5 there's not fo much left toi furniih out a mo¬
derate Table.
Timon^
8 8 Timon of <îAthens.
Tim. Be it not in thy care :
Go I charge thee, Inuite them all, let in the tide
Ol" Knaues once more: my Cooke and lie ^ro\x\àt.Exeunt
Enter three Senators atone dcore^ Alcibiades meeting them^
fvith Attendants,
s.Scn. My Lord, you haue my voycty too't,
The faults Bloody :
'Tis neceflary he ihould dye :
Nothing imboldens finne fo much,as Mercy.
2 Moft true j the Law lhall bruife'em.
Ale. Honor, health,and compalîion to the Senate.
I Now Captaine.
Aie, I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues j
Forpitty is the vertue of the Law,
And none but Tyrants vfe it cruelly.
It pleafes time and Fortune to lye heauie
Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood
Hath ftept into the Law : which is paft depth
To thofe that (without heede^ do plundge intoo't.
He is a Man (fetting his Fateafide)of comely Vertues,
Nor did he foyle the fadb with Cowardice,
(And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault)
But with a Noble Fury, and faire fpirlt.
Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death.
He did oppofe his Foe :
And with fuch fober and vnnoted paflion
He did behooue his anger ere 'twas fpent,
As if he had but prou'd an Argument.
I Sen. You vndergo too ftriét a Paradox,
Striuing to make an vgly deed looke faire:
Your words haue tooke fuch paines, as if they labour'd
To bring Man-flaughter into forme, and fet Quarrelling
Vpon the head of Valour j which indeede
Is Valour mif-begot, and came into the world,
When Sed^s, and Fadlions were newly borne.
Hee's truly Valiant, that can wifely fuffer
The worft that man can breath,
And make his Wrongs, his Out-fides,
To wearethem like hisRayment, careleflely,
And ne're preferre his inluries to his heart.
To bring it into danger.
If Wrongs be euilles, and inforce vs kill.
What Folly 'tis, to hazard life for III.
tAki. My Lord.
i.Sen. You cannot make groíTc finnes looke cleare,
To reuenge is no Valour, but to beare.
Aid. My Lords, then vnder fauour,pardon me,
If 1 fpeake like a Captaine,
Why do fond menexpofe themfelues to Battell,
And not endure all threats? Sleepe vpon't.
And let the Foes quietly cut their Throats
Without repugnancy? if there be
Such Valour in the bearing, what make wee
Abroad ? Why then, Women are more valiant
Thatftayat home, if Bearing carry it:
And the Afle, more Captaine then the Lyon?
The fellow loaden with Irons, wifer then the ludge ?
If Wifedome be in fuffering. Oh my Lords,
As you are great, be pittifully Good,
Who cannot condemne ralhneffe in cold blood.?
To kill, I grant, is finnes extreameft Guft,
But in defence, by Mercy, 'tis moft iuft.
To be in Anger, is impietie :
But who is Man, that is not Angrie.
Weigh but the Crime with this.
^.Sen. You breach in vaine.
Aid. In vaine i
His feruice done at Lacedemon,and Bizantium,
Were a fufficient briber for his life.
I What's that ?
Ale. Why fay my Lords ha's done faire feruice.
And ilaine in fight many of your enemies :
How full of valour did he beare himfelfe
In the laft Confiiéb,and made plenteous wounds?
2 He has made too much plenty with him î
He's a fworne Riotor, he has a finne
That often drownes him,and takes his valour prifoner.
If there were no Foes, that were enough
To ouercome him. In that Beaftly furie,
He has bin knowne to commit outrages,
And cherriih Factions. 'Tis inferr'd to vs,
His dayes are foule, and his drinke dangerous.
1 He dyes.
Aid. Hard fate : he might haue dyed in warre.
My Lords, if not for any parts in him,
Though his right arme might purchafe his owne time.
And be in debt to none ; yet more to moue you,
Take my deferts to his, and ioyne'em both.
And for I know, your reuerend Ages loue Security,
He pawne my Victories, all my Honour to you
Vpon his good returnes.
If by this Crime, he owes the Law his life,
Why let the Warre receiue't in valiant gore.
For Law is ftricft, and Warre is nothing more.
X We are for Law, he dyes, vrge it no more
On height of our difpleafure : Friend, or Brother,|
He forfeits his owne blood, that fpilles another.
Ale. Muft it be fo ? It muft not bee :
My Lords, I do befeech you know mee.
2 How ?
Ale. Call me to your remembrances.
3 What.
Ale. I cannot thlnke but your Age has forgot me.
It could not elfe be, I ihould proue io bace.
To fue and be deny'defuch common Grace.
My wounds ake at you,
I Do you dare our anger ?
'Tis in few words, but fpacious in effeib:
We banifh thee for euer.
Ale. Baniih me ?
Baniih your dotage, baniih vfurie,
That makes the Senate vgly.
I If after two dayes ihine, Athens containe thee.
Attend our waightier lodgement.
And not to fwell our Spirit,
He ihall be executed prefently. Exeunt,
Ale. Now the Gods keepe you old enough,
That you may iiue
Onely in bone, that none may looke on you.
I'm worfe then mad : I haue kept backe their Foes
While they haue told their Money, and let out
Their Coine vpon large intereft. I my felfe,
Rich onely in large hurts. All thofe,for this?
Is this the Balfome, that the vfuring Senat
Powres into Captaines woundsi' Baniihment.
It comes not ill : I hate not to be banilht.
It is a caufe worthy my Spleene and Furie,
That I may ftrike at Athens. He cheere vp
My difcontented Troopes,and lay for hearts;
,Tis Honour with molt Lands to be at ods,
Souldiers ihould brooke as little wrongs as Gods. Exit.
Enter
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Enter diuers Frundi at Jeueraîl doores»
1 The good time of day to you, (ir.
2 I alfo wiih it to you : I thinke this Honorable Lord
did but try vs this other day.
1 Vpon that were my thoughts tyring when wee en-
countred. 1 hope it is not fo low with him as he made it
feeme in the triall of his feuerall Friends.
2 It ihould not be, by the perfwafion of his new Fea-
fting.
1 I ihould thinke fo. He hath fent mee an earneft in-
uiting, which many my neere occafions did vrge mee to
put off : but he hath coniur'd mee beyond them, and 1
muil needs appeare.
2 in like manner was I in debt to my importunât bu-
fineffe, but he would not heare my excuie. 1 am forrie,
when he fent to borrow of mee, that my Prouifion was
out.
J I am ficke of that greefe too,as I vnderiland how all
things go.
2 Euery man heares fo ; what would hee haue borro¬
wed ofyou ?
1 A thoufand Peeces.
2 A thoufand Peeces?
1 What of you ^
2 He fent to me fir Heere he comes.
Enter Ftmon and ^Attendants.
Tim. With all my heart Gentlemen both 3 and how
fare you?
1 Euer at the bell,hearing well of your Lordlhip.
2 The Swallow followes not Summer more willing,
then we your Lordlhip.
Tim, Nor more willingly leaues Winter, fuch Sum¬
mer Birds are men. Gentlemen, our dinner will not re-
compence this long ftay : Feail your eares with the Mu-
licke awhile : If they will fare fo harlhly o'th'Trumpets
found : we ihall too^c prefencly.
1 I hope it remaines not vnkindely with your Lord¬
lhip, that 1 returned you an empty Meffenger.
Tim. O fir, let it not trouble you.
2 My Noble Lord.
Tim. Ah my good Friend, what cheere ?
The Bani{et brought in.
2 My moil Honorable Lord, I am e'ne fick of lhame,
that when your Lordihip this other day fent to me, I was
fo vnfortunate a Beggar.
Tim. Thinke not on't, fir.
2 If you had fent but two houres before.
Tim. Let it not cumber your better remembrance.
Come bring in all together.
2 All couer'd Difhes.
1 Royall Cheare, 1 warrant you.
3 Doubt not that,if money and the feafon can yeild it
1 How do you? What's the newes ?
3 Alctbiades is baniih'd ; heare you of it?
Both. Alctbiades hzniiWà}
3 'Tisfo, be fureofit.
» 1 How ? Howf
2 I pray you vpon what?
Tim. My worthy Friends, will you draw neere ?
3 lie tell you more anon.Here's a Noble feall toward
2 This is the old man Hill.
3 Wilt hold.'* Wilt hold ?
2 It do's : but time will,and fo.
3 I do conceyue,
Tim. Each man to his iloole, with that fpurre as hee
would to the lip of his Miftris : your dyet ihall bee in all
places alike. Make not a Citie Feail of it, to let the meat
coole, ere we can agree vpon the firll place. Sit,fit.
The Gods require our Thankes.
You great 'BenefaBors^ JprinkJe our Society rvith Thanl^e^
fulnejfe. For your o-wneguifts^makeyour felues praiid: But
rejerue ßUl to giue, leafi your Deities be deß>ifed. Lend to each
man enough, that one neede not Und to another. For wereyour
Qodbeads to borrow of men, men would forfake the Gods. Make
the Mcate be beloued, more then the Man that giues it. Let
no Affembly of Twenty, be without a fcore of Vi Ilaines. If there
ft twelue PVomen at the Table, let a dozen of them bee cu they
are. The refi of your Fees, 0 Gods, the Senators of Athens,
together with the common legge of People, what ü amijfe in
them,you Gods, make futeable for defruBion. For tbefe my
prejent Friends, aá they are to mee nothing, fo in nothing hieße
them, and to nothing are they welcome.
Vncouer Dogges, and lap.
Someßeake. What do's his Lordihip meane ?
Some other. I know not.
Timon. May you a better Feail neuer behold
You knot of Mouth-Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water
Is your perfedlion. This is Timons lad,
Who ilucke and fpangled you with Flatteries,
Waihes it off, and fprinkles in your faces
Your recking villany. Liue loath'd, and long
Moil fmiling, fmooth, detefted Parafites,
Curteous Deilroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares:
You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher-friends, Times Fiyes,
Cap and knee-Slaues, vapours, and Minute lackes.
Of Man and Beail, the infinite Maladie
Cruil you quite o're. What do'il thou go ?
Soft, take thy Phyficke firil 5 thou too,and thou :
Stay 1 will lend thee money, borrow none.
What? All in Motion ? Henceforth be no Feail,
Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Gueil.
Burne houfe, finke Athens, henceforth hated be
0ÎTimon Man, and all Humanity. Exit
Enter the Senators,with other Lords.
1 How now, my Lords ?
2 Know you rhe quality of Lord Timons fury ?
3 Puih, did you fee my Cap ?
4 I haue loft my Gowne.
1 He's but a mad Lord, & nought but humors fwaies
bim. He gaue me a Jewell th'other day, and now hee has
beate it out of my hat.
Did you fee my lewell ?
2 Did you fee my Cap.
3 Heere'tis.
4 Heere lyes my Gowne.
1 Let's make no ftay.
2 Lord Timons mad.
3 I feel't vpon my bones.
4 One day he giues vs Diamonds, next day ftones.
Exeunt the Senators.
Enter Timon.
Tim. Let me looke backe vpon thee. O thou Wall
That girdles in thofe Wolues, diue in the earth,
And fence not Athens. Matrons, turne incontinent.
Obedience fayle in Children : Slaues and Fooles
h h Plucke
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Plucke the graue wrinkled Senate from the Bench,
And minifter in their fteeds, to generali Filthes.
Coniiert o'th'Inftant greene Virginity,
Doo't in your Parents eyes. Bankrupts,hold fail
Rather then render backe ; out with your Kniues,
And cut your Trufters throates. Bound Seruants, lleale.
Large-handed Robbers your graue Matters are.
And pill by Law. Maide, to thy Matters bed.
Thy Miftris is o'th'Brothell. Some of fixteen,
Plucke the lyn'd Crutch from thy old limping Sire,
With it, beate out his Braines. Piety,and Feare,
Religion to the Gods, Peace, luftice. Truth,
Dometticke awe. Night-reft, and Neighbour-hood,
Inttruilion, Manners, Mytteries,and Trades,
Degrees, Obferuances, Cuttomes, and Lawes,
Decline to your confounding contraries.
And yet Confufion liue : Plagues incident to men.
Your potent and infeflious Feauors,heape
On Athens ripe for ftroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt
As lamely as their Manners. Lull, and Libertie
Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth.
That 'gainft the ftreame of Vertue they may ttriue.
And drownethemfeluesinRiot. Itches, Blaines,
Sowe all th'Athenian bofomes, and their crop
Be general] Leprofie : Breath ,infe£l breath.
That their Society (as their Friendlhip) may
Be meerely poyfon. Nothing He beare from thee
But nakednette, thou detettable Towne,
Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes :
Timon will to the Woods, where he lhall finde
Th'vnkindeft Beatt, more kinder then Mankinde.
The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)
Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall ;
And graunt as Timon growes,his hate may grow
To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.
Amen. Exit.
Enter Steward with two or three Seruants,
I Heare you M.Steward,where's our Matter?
Are we vndone, call off, nothing remaining?
Stew. Alack my Fellowes, what Ihould I fay to you?
Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,
I am as poore as you.
I Such a Houfe broke?
So Noble a Matter falne, all gone, and not
One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme.
And go along with him.
a As we do turne our backes
From our Companion, throwne into his graue.
So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
Slinke all away, leaue their falfe vowes with him
Like empty purfes pickt; and his poore felfe
A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,
With hisdifeafe,ofall Ihunn'd pouerty,
Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.
Enter other Seruants.
Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd houfe.
3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery,
That fee I by our Faces ■. we are Fellowes ttill,
Seruing alike in forrow : Leak'd is our Barke,
And we poore Mates,ttand on the dying Decke,
Hearing the Surges threat : we mutt all part
Into this Sea of Ayre.
Stew. Good Fellowes all.
The lateft of my wealth He lhare among'ft you.
Where euer we lhall meete, for Timons fake,
Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's (hake our heads,and fay
As 'twere a Knell vnto our Matters Fortunes,
We haue feene better dayes. Let each take fome t
Nay put out all your hands : Not one word more.
Thus part we rich in forrow, parting poore.
Embrace and fart Jeuerall wayes.
Oh the fierce wretchednefle that Glory brings vs!
Who would not wilh to be from wealth exeropt,i
Since Riches point to Mifery and Contempt ?
Who would be fo mock'd with Glory,or to liue
Butin a Dreame of Friendlhip,
To haue his pompe, and all what Hate compounds.
But onely painted like his varniflit Friends :
Poore honeft Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart,
Vndone by Goodneffe : Strange vnvfuall blood.
When mans word finne is. He do's too much Good.
Who then dares to be hälfe fo kinde agen?
For Bounty that makes Gods, do ttill marre Men.
My deerell Lord, bled to be mod accurft.
Rich onely to be wretched ; thy great Fortunes
Are made thy cheefe Affliilions. Alas (kinde Lord)
Hee's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate
Of monllrous Friends :
Nor ha's he with him to fupply his life.
Or that which can command it :
He follow and enquire him out.
He euer ferne his minde, with my bed will,
Whilll I haue Gold, He be his Steward ttill. Exit.
Enter Timon in the woods.
Tim. O blelTed breeding Sun, draw from the earth
Rotten humidity : below thy Sifters Orbe
Infedl the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
Whofe procreation, refidence, and birth,
Scarfe is diuidant; touch them with feuerall fortunes.
The greater fcornes the letter. Not Nature
(To whom all fores lay liege) can beare great Fortune
But by contempt of Nature.
Raife me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,
The Senators lhall beare contempt Hereditary,
The Begger Natiue Honor.
It is the Pattour Lards, the Brothers fides.
The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares
In puritie of Manhood Hand vpright
And fay, this mans a Flatterer. If one be.
So are they all : for euerie grize of Fortune
Is fmooth'd by that below. The Learned pate
Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie :
There 'snothing leuell in our curfed Natures
But direfl villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd,
All Feafts, Societies, and Throngs of men.
His femblable, yea himfelfe Timon difdaines,
Dettruflion phang mankinde ; Earth yeeld me Rootes,
Who feekes for better of thee, fa wee his palíate
With thy mod operant Poyfon. What is heere ?
Gold? Yellow, glittering,precious Gold ?
No Gods, I am no idle Votarift,
Roots you cleere Heauens. Thus much of this will make
Blacke, white ; fowle, faire ; wrong, right ;
Bafe, Noble ; Old, young ; Coward, valiant.
Ha you Gods ! why this? what this, you Gods ? why this
Will lugge your Prietts and Seruants from your fides:
Plucke llout mens pillowes from below their heads.
This
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This yellow Slaue,
Will knit and breake Religions, bleíTe th'accurft.
Make the hoare Leprofie ador'd, place Theenes,
And giue them Title, knee,and approbation
With Senators on the Bench : This is it
That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;
Shee, whom the Spittle-houfe, and vlcerous fores,
Would caft the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spites
To^th'Aprill day agajne. Come damn'd Earth,
Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes odJes
Among the rout ofNations, I will make thee
Do thy right Nature. March aforre off.
Ha? A Drumme? Thwart quicke,
But yet lie bury thee : Thou't go (ftrong Theefe)
When Gowty keepers of thee cannot ftand :
Nay Hay thou out for earneil.
Enter AUibiades with Drumme and Fife in warli}^ manner,
and Phrynia andTimandra.
Ale. What art thou there ? fpeake.
Tim. A Beaft as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart
For/hewing me againe the eyes of Man,
Ale. What is thy namei Is man fo hatefull to thee.
That art thy felfe a Man í
Ttm. I am oMifantrofios hate Mankinde,
For thy part, I do wiih thou wert a dogge,
That 1 might loue thee fomething.
Ale. I know thee well :
But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and ftrange.
Tim.I know thee too, and more then that I know thee
I not delire to know. Follow thy Drumme,
With mans blood paint the ground Gules,Gules:
Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,
Then what Ihould warre be ? This fell whore of thine,
Hath in her more deftruilion then thy Sword,
For all her Chérubin locke.
Phrifi. Thy lips rot off.
Tim. I will not kiffe thee, then the rot retumes
To thine owne lippes againe.
Ale. How came the Noble Timen to this change ?
Tim. As the Moone do's, by wanting light to giue :
But then renew I could not like the Moone,
There were no Sunnes to borrow of.
Ale. Noble 7Vwo»,what friendihip may I do thee?
Tim. None,but to mainCaine my opinion.
Ale. What is it Timonf
Tim. Promife me Friendihip,but performe none.
If thou wilt not promife, the Gods plague thee, for thou
art a man : if thou do'ft performe, confound thee, for
' thou art a man.
Ale, I haue heard in feme fort of thy Miferies.
Tim, Thou faw'ft them when I had profperitie.
Ale. I fee them now, then was a bleffed time.
Tm. As thine is now,held with a brace of Harlots.
Timan. Is this th'Athenian Minion, whom the world
i Voic'd fo regardfully?
I Tim. An thoM Timandra} Timan. Yes.
I Tim.Et a whore Hill, they loue thee not that vfe thee,
giue them difeafes, leauing with thee their Luft. Make
vfe of thy fait heures, feafon the flaues for Tubbes and
Baches, bring downe Rofe-cheekt youth to the Fubfaft,
and the Diet.
Timan. Hang thee Monfter.
Ale. Pardon him fweet Timandrafor his wits
I Are drown'd and loft in his Calamities.
I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon,
The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt
In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu*d
How curfed Athens, mindeleffe of thy worth,
Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour ftatcs
But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.
Tim. I prythee beate thy Drum,and get thee gone.
Ale. I am thy Friend, and pitty thee deere Timon.
Tim. How doeft thou pitty him whom y doft troble,
I had rather be alone.
tAic. Why fare thee well:
Heere is feme Gold for thee,
Tim. Keepe it, I cannot eate it.
Ale. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape.
Tim. Warr'ft thou 'gainft Athens.
Ale. I Timon.zxid haue caufe.
Tim. The Gods confound them all in thy Conqueft,
And thee after, when thou haft Conquer'd.
Ale. Why me, Timon}
Tim. That by killing of Villaines
Thou was't borne to conquer my Country.
Put vp thy Gold. Go on,heeres Gold, go on 5
Be as a Plannetary plague, when loue
Will o're feme high-Vic'd City, hang his poyfon
In tfie ficke ayre : let not thy Iword skip one:
Pitty not honour'd Age for his white Beard,
He is an Vfurer. Strike me the counterfet Matron,
It is her habite onely, that is honeft,
Her felfe's a Bawd. Let not the Virgins cheeke
Make fofc thy trenchant Sword : for thofe Milke pappes
That through the window Barne bore at mens eyes,
Are not within the Leafe of pitty writ,
But fet them down horrible Traitors.Spare not the Babe
Whofe dimpled fmiles from Fooles exhaull their mercyj
Thinke it a Baftard, whom the Oracle
Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat (hall cut,
And mince it fans remorfe, Sweare againft Obie<ft5,
Put Armour on thine eares,and on thine eyes,
Whofe proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,
Nor fjght of Priefts in holy Veftments bleeding,
Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,
Make large confufion : and thy fury Ipent,
Confounded be thy felfe. Speake not, be gone.
Ale. Haft thou Gold yet, He take the Gold thou gl-
ueft me, not all thy Counfell.
Tim. Doft thou or doft thou not, Heauens curfe vpon
thee.
Both. Giue vs fome Gold good 77wo«,hafty more?
Tim. Enough to make a Whore forfweare her Trade,
And to make Whores,a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts
Your Aprons mountant j you are not Othable,
Although I know you'l fweare, terribly fweare
Into ftrong ihudders, and to heauenly Agues
Th'immortall Gods that heare you.Spare your Oathes :
He truft to your Conditions, be whores ftill.
And he whofe pious breath feekes to conuert you ,
Be ftrong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,
Let your clofe fire predominate his fmoke,
And be no turnccoats : yet may your paines fix months
Be quite contrary, And Thatch
Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,
(Some that were hang'd) no matter :
Weare them, betray with them j Whore ftill,
Paint till a horfe may myre vpon your face ;
A pox of wrinkles.
'Both. Well, more Gold, what then ?
h h 7, Beleeue't
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Beleeue't that weeM do any thing for Gold.
Tm, Confumptions fowe
In hollow bones of man, ftrike their iharpe Ihinnes,
And marre mens fpurring. Craclce the Lawyers voyce,
That he may neuer more falfe Title pleade,
Nor found his Quillets Ihrilly : Hoare the Flamen,
That fcold'ft againft the quality of fleíh,
And not beleeues himfelfe. Downe with the Nofe,
Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away
Of him, that his particular to forefee (bald
Smels from the generali weale. Make curld'pate Ruffians
And let the vnlcarrM Braggerts of the Warre
Deriue fome palne from you. Plague all,
That your Adtiuity may defeate and quell
The fourfe of all Ere^Lon, There's more Gold.
Do you damne others, and let this damne you,
And ditches graue you all.
Œotb, More counfell with more Money, bounteous
Timon.
Tim. More whore, more Mifcheefe firft, I haue gi-
uen you earneft.
Ale. Strike vp the Drum towardes Athens, farewell
Timon : if 1 thriue well, lie yifit thee againe.
Tim. If I hope well, lie neuer fee thee more.
Aic. I neuer did thee harme.
Tim. Yes, thou fpok'ft well of me.
Ale. Cairft thou that harme }
Tim. Men dayly finde it* Get thee away,
And take thy Beagles with thee.
Ale. We but offend him, ftrike. Exeunt.
Tim, That Nature being ficke of mans vnkindneffe
Should yet be hungry : Common Mother, thou
Whofe wombe vnineafureable, and infinite breft
Teemes and feeds all : whofe ielfefame Mettle
Whereof thy proud Childe farrogant man) is puft.
Engenders the blacke Toad, and Adder blew,
The gilded Newt, and eyeleffe venom'd Wörme,
With all th'abhorred Births below Crifpe Heauen,
Whereon Hyperions quickning fire doth Ihine:
Yeeld him, who all the humane Sonnes fio hate.
From foorth thy plenteous bofome, one poore roote :
Enfeare thy Fertile and Conceptious wombe,
Let it no more bring out ingratefull man.
Goe great with Tygers, Dragons, Wolues, and Beares,
Teeme with new Monfters, whom thy vpward face
Hath to the Marbled Manfion all aboue
Neuer prefented. O, a Root, deare thankes :
Dry vp thy Marrowes, Vines,and Plough-torne Leas,
Whereof ingratefull man with Licouriih draughts
And Morfels VnÖiouSjgreafcs his pure minde,
That from it all Confideration llippes ——
Enter Apemanttu.
More man? Plague,plague.
tApe. I was directed hither. Men report,
Thou doft affeil my Manners,and doft vie them.
Tim. 'Tis then, becaufe thou doft not keepe a dogge
Whom I would imitate. Confumption catch thee.
Ape. This is in thee a Nature but infected,
A poore vnmanly Melancholly fprung
From change of future. Why this Spade.^ this place?
This Slaue-like Habit, and thefe lookes of Care ?
Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, firinke Wine,lye foft,
Hugge their difeas'd Perfumes,and haue forgot
That euer Timon was. Shame not thefe Woods,
By putting on the cunning of a Carper.
Be thou a Flatterer now, and feeke to thriue
By that which ha's vndone thee j hindge thy knee.
And let his very breath whom thou'lt obferue
Blow off thy Cap : praife his moft vicious ftraine.
And call it excellent : thou waft told thus ;
Thou gau'ft thine eares (like Tapfters, that bad welcom)
To Knaues,and all approachers : 'Tis moft iuft
That thou turne Ralcall, had'ft thou wealth againe,
Rafcals.ihould haue't. Do not affume my likeneffe.
Tim. Were I like thee, Tde throw away my felfe.
tApe. Thou haft caft away thy felfe,being like thy felf
A Madman fo long, now a Foole : what think'ft
That the bleake ayre, thy boyfterous Chamberlaine
Will put thy ihirt on warme ? Will thefe moyft Trees,
That haue out-liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles
And skip when thou point'ft out ? Will the cold brooke
Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning tafle
To cure thy o're-nights furfet ? Call the Creatures,
Whofe naked Natures liue in all the fpight
Of wrekefull Heauen, whofe bare vnhoufed Trunkesj
To the confii£ling Elements expos'd
Anfwer meere Nature : bid them flatter thee.
O thou lhalt finde.
Tim. A Foole of thee : depart.
Ape. I loue thee better now, then ere I did.
Tim. I hate thee worfe.
Ape. Why?
Tm. Thou flatter'ft mifery.
Ape. I flatter not, but fay thou art a Caytiffe.
Tim. Why do'ft thou feeke me out ?
Ape. To vex thee.
Tim. Alwayes a Villaines Office, or a Fooles.
Doft pleafe thy felfe in't f
Ape. I.
Tim^ What, a Knaue too ?
Ape. If thou did'ftput this fowre cold habit on
To caftigate thy pride, 'twere well : but thou
Doft it enforcedly : Thou'dft Courtier be againe
Wert thou not Beggar ; willing mifery
Out-liues:incertaine pompe, is crown'd before:
The one is filling ftill, neuer compleat :
The other, at high wifli : beft ftate Contentleffe,
Hath a diftra¿Ied and moft wretched being,
Worfe then the worft. Content.
Thou ihould'ft defire to dye, being miferable.
Tm. Not by his breath, that is more miferable.
Thou arta Slaue,whom Fortunes tender arme
With fauour neuer ciafpt : but bred a Dogge.
Had'ft thou like vs from our firft fwath proceeded,
The fweet degrees that this breefe world affords,
To fuch as may the pafliue drugges of it
Freely command'ft : thou would'ft haue plung'd thy felf
In generali Riot, melted downe thy youth
In different beds of Luft, and neuer learn'd
The Icie precepts of refpeft, but followed
The Sugred game before thee. But my felfe,
Who had the world as my Confeétionarie,
The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes,and hearts of men.
At duty more then I could frame employment j
That numberleffe vpon me ftucke, as leaues
Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brufli
Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare,
For euery ftorme that blowes. I to beare this.
That neuer knew but better, is fome burthen :
Thy Nature, did commence in fuft'erance, Time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why ihoutd'ft y hate Men ?
They neuer flatter'd thee. What haft thou giuen ?
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If thou wilt curfe ; thy Father (that poore ragge)
Muft be thy fubicftj who in fpight put ftuffe
To fome ihce-Begger, and compounded thee
Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone,
If thou hadil not bene borne the worft of men.
Thou hadft bene a Knaue and Flatterer.
Ape. Art thou proud yetf
Tim» I, that I am not thee.
Ape» I, that I was no Prodigal!,
Tim. I, that I am one now.
! Were all the wealth I haue íhut vp in thee,
rid giue thee leaue to hang it. Get thee gone :
That the whole life of Athens were in this.
Thus would I eate it.
Ape. Heere, I will mend thy Feaft.
Tim. Firft mend thy company, take away thy felfe.
Ape. So I ihall mend mine owne, by'th'lacke of thine
Tim. 'Tis not well mended fo, it is but botchtj
If not, I would it were.
Ape. What would'ft thou haue to Athens?
Tim. Thee thither in a whirlewind : if thou wilt.
Tell them there I haue Gold ,looke, fo I haue.
Ape. Heere is no vfe for Gold.
Tim. The beft, and trueft :
For heere it lleepes, and do's no hyred harme.
Ape. Where lyeft a nights Timon ?
Tim. Vnder that's aboue me.
Where feed'ft thou a-dayes tApemantue i
Ape. Where my ftomackc findes meate, or rather
where I eate it.
T/w. Would poyfon were obedient, & knew my mind
Ape. Where would'ft thou fend it ?
Tim. To fa wee thy diihes.
Ape. The middle of Humanity thou neuer kneweft,
but the cxtremitie of both ends. When thou waft in thy
Gilt, and thy Perfume, they mockt thee for too much
Curiofitie : in thy Ragges thou know'ft none,but art de-
fpis'd for the contrary. There's a medler for thee,eate it.
Tim. On what I hate, I feed not.
Ape. Do'ft hate a Medler?
Tim. Ij though it looke like thee.
Ape. And th'hadft hated Medlers fooner, y íhould'ft
haue loued thy felfe better now. What man didd'ft thou
euer know vnthrift, that was beloued after his meanest
Tim. Who without thofe meanes thou talk'ft of,didft
thou euer know belou'd ?
Ape. My felfe.
Tim. I vnderftand thee î thou had'ft fome meanes to
keepc a Dogge.
^ Apem. What things in the world canft thou neereft
compare to thy Flatterers ?
Ttm» Women neereft, but men : men are the things
themfelues. What would'ft thou do with the world A-
pemantuáy if it lay in thy power ?
.^e. Giue it the Beafts, to be rid of the men.
Tim, Would'ft thou haue thy felfe fall in the confu-
lion of men, and remalne a Beaft with the Beails.
Ape. I Timon.
Tim. A beaftly Ambition, which the Goddes graunt
thee t'attaine to. If thou wert the Lyon, the Fox would
beguile thee : if thou wert the Lambe, the Foxe would
eate thee : if thou wert the Fox, the Lion would fufpeil
thee, when peraduenture thou wert accus'd by the Aife :
If thou wert the Afle, thy dulncíTe would torment thee j
and ftill thou liu'dft but as a Breakefaft to the Wolfe. If
thou wert the Wolfe, thy greedinefte would affli¿b thee,
& oft thou Ihould'ft hazard thy life for thy dinner. Wert
thou the Vnicorne, pride and wrath would confound
thee, and make thine owne felfe the conqueft of thy fury.
Wert thou a Beare, thou would'ft be kill'd by the Horfc:
wert thou a Horfe, thou would'ft be feaz'd by the Leo¬
pard : wert thou a Leopard, thou wert Germane to the
Lion, and the fpottes of thy Kindred, were lurors on thy
life. All thy fafety were remotion, and thy defence ab-
fence. What Beaft couJd'ft thou bee, that were not fub-
left to a Beaft : and what a Beaft art thou already, that
feeft not thy lofle in transformation.
Ape. If thou could'ft pleafe me
With fpeaking to me,thuu might'ft
Haue hit vpon it heere.
The Commonwealth of Athens,is become
A Forreft of Beafts.
Tim. How ha's the Afle broke the wall, that thou art
out of the Chie.
Ape. Yonder comes a Poet and a Painter :
The plague of Company light vpon thee :
I will feare to catch it, and giue way.
When I know not what elfe to do,
He fee thee againe.
Tim. When there is nothing liuing but thee.
Thou ihalt be welcome.
I had rather be a Baggers Dogge,
Then Apemantus,
Ape. Thou art the Cap
Of all the Fooles aliue,
Tim» Would thou wert cleane enough
To fpit vpon.
Ape. A plague on thee,
Thou art too bad to curfe,
Tim. All Villaines
That do ftand by thee, are pure.
Ape, There is no Leproiie,
But what thou fpeak'ft.
Tim. If I name thee, He beate theej
But I Ihould infeil my hands.
Ape. I would my tongue
Could rot them off.
Tm. Away thou iffue of a mangie dogge,
Choller does kill me,
That thou art aliue, I fwoond to fee thee.
Ape. Would thou would'ft burft.
Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue, I am ferry I ftiall
lofe a ftone by thee.
Ape. Beaft.
Tim. Slaue.
Ape. Toad.
Tim. Rogue,Rogue,Rogue.
I am ficke ofthisfalfe world,and will loue nought
But euen the meere neceflities vpon't:
Then Timon prefently prepare thy graue :
Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate
Thy graue ftone dayly,make thine Fpitaph,
That death in me, at others Bues may laugh.
O thou fweete King-killer, and deare diuorce
Twixt naturall Sunne and fire : thou bright defiler
of Himens pureft bed, thou valiant Mars,
Thou euer, yong,fre<h, loued,and delicate wooer,
Whofe blufli doth thawe the confecrated Snow
That lyes on Dians lap.
Thou vifible God,
That fouldreft clofe Impoflibilities,
And mak'ft them kiffej that fpeak'ft with euerie Tongue
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0 euerie purpofe ; O thou touch of hearts,
ThinJce thy flaue-man rebels, and by thy vertue
Set them into confounding oddes, that Beails
May haue the world in Empire.
Would 'twere fo,
But not till I am dead. île fay th'haft Gold :
Thou wilt be throng'd too ihortly.
Tim. Throng'd too ?
Ape. I.
Tim. Thy backe I prythee.
Ape. Liue, and loue thy mifery.
TÏW. Long liue fo,and fo dye. I am quit.
Ape. Mo things like men,
Bate Tmotty and abhorre then. Exit Apeman.
Enter the ^andettt,
I Where ihould he haue this Gold ? It is fome poore
Fragment, fome flender Ort of his remainder : the meere
want of Gold, and the falling from of his Priendes, droue
him into this Melancholly.
1 It is noisM
He hath a maíTe of Treafure.
3 Let vs make the aíTay vpon him,if he care not for't,
he will fupply vs eafily : if he couetoufly referue it, how
fhaU's get it ?
2 True : for he beares it not about him:
'Tis hid.
1 Is not this hee ?
All. Where?
2 *Tis his defcription.
3 He? I know him.
All. Saue thee Timon.
Tim. Now Theenes.
All, Soldiers,not Theeues.
Tim. Both too,and womens Sonnes.
tAll. We are not Theeues, but men
That much do want.
Tim. Your greateft want is,you want much of meat:
W^hy /hould you want ? Behold,the Earth hath Rootes:
Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs:
The Oakes beare Mall, the Briars Scarlet Heps,
The bounteous Hufwife Nature, on each buih,
Layes her full Mcfle before you. Want? why Want?
I We cannot h'ue on GraflTe, on Berries, Water,
As 6eails,and Birds, and Fiihes.
77, Nor on the Beafts themfelues, the Birds & Fiihes,
You muft eatemen. Yet thankes I muft you con,
That you are Theeues profeft : that you worke not
In holier ihapes : For there is boundlefle Theft
In limited Profeilions. Rafcall Theeues
Heere's Gold. Go, fucke the fubtle blood o'th'Grape,
Till the high Feauor feeth your blood to froth,
And fo fcape hanging. Trail not the Phyfitian,'
His Antidotes are poyfon, and he ilayes
Moe then you Rob : Take wealth, and Hues together,
Do Villaine do, íince you proteft to doo't.
Like Workemen, lie example you with Theeuery:
The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraétion
Robbes the vafte Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe,
And her pale fire, ihe fnatches from the Sunne.
The Seas a Theefe, whofe liquid Surge, refolues
The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,
That feeds and breeds by a compofture ftolne
From gen'ral^excrement : each thing's a Theefe.
The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power
Ha's vncheck'd Theft. Loue not your felues, away,
Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,
All that you meete are Theeues : to Athens go,
Breake open ihoppes, nothing can you ileale
But Theeues do loofe it : fteale leiTe, for this I giue you,
And Gold confound you howfoere : Amen.
3 Has almoft charm'd me from my Profeffion,by per-
fwading me to it.
1 'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduifes
vs not to haue vs thriue in our myftery.
2 lie beleeue him as an Enemy,
And giue ouer my Trade.
I Let vs firft fee peace in Athens, there is no time fo
miferable, but a man may be true. Exit Theeues.
Enter the Steward to Timon.
Stew. Oh you Gods !
Isyon'd defpis'd and ruinous man my Lord ?
Full of decay and fayling ? Ob Monument
And wonder of good deeds, euilly beftow'd !
What an alteration of Honor has defp'rate want made?
What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends,
Who can bring Nobleft mindes, to bafeil ends.
How rarely does it meete with this times guife,
When man was wiihc to loue his Enemies :
Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo
Thofe that would mifcheefc me, then thofe that doo.
Has caught me in his eye, I will prefent my honeft griefe
vnto him ; and as my Lord, ilill ferue him with my life.
My deereft Mafter.
Tim. Away ; what art thou ?
Stew. Haue you forgot me, Sir?
Tim. Why doft aske that ? I haue forgot all men.
Then, if thou grunt'il, th'art a man.
I haue forgot thee.
Stew. An honeft poore feruant of yours.
Tm, Then I know thee not :
I neuer had honeft man about me, I all
I kept were Knaues, to ferue in meate to Villaines.
Stew. The Gods are witneiTe,
Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe
For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.
Tm. What, doft thou weepe ?
Come neerer, then I loue thee
Becaufe thou art a woman, and dlfclalm ft
Flinty mankinde : whofe eyes do neuer giue.
But thorow Luft and Laughter ; pittie's Beeping :
Strange times y weepe with laughing, not with weeping.
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,
T'accept my greefe,and whil'ft this poore wealth lafts,
To entertaine me as your Steward ftill.
Tm. Had I a Steward
So true, fo iuft, and now fo comfortable?
It almoft turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
Let me behold thy face : Surely, this man
Was borne of woman.
Forgiue my generali, and exceptleffe raihnefte
You perpetual! fober Gods. I do proclaime
One honeft man : Miftake me not, but one :
No more I pray, and hee s a Steward.
How faine would 1 haue hated all mankinde,
And thou redeem'ft thy felfe. But ail faue thee,
I fell with Curfes.
Me thinkes thou art more honeft now, then wife :
For, by oppreffing and betraying mee.
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Thou might^ll haue fooner got another Seruicc :
For many fo arriue at fécond Mafters,
Vpon their firft Lords necke. But telJ me truc,
(For 1 muft euer doubt, though neVe fo Aire)
is not thy kindneíTe fabele, couetous,
If not a Vfuring kindneíTe, and as rich men deale Guifts,
Expeâing in returne twenty for one?
Surp. No my moft worthy Maimer,in whofe breft
Doubt, and fufpeff ( alas) are plac'd too late :
You ihould haue feared falfe times, when you did Feaft.
Sufpedt ftill comes, where an eAate is leaft.
That which 1 Ihew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue,
Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde j
Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
My moft HonourM Lord,
For any benefit that points to mee,
Either in hope, or prefenc, Tde exchange
For this one wiih, that you had power and wealth
To requite me, by making rich your felfe.
Tim. Looke thee, 'tis lb : thou fingly honed man,
Heere take : the Gods out of my miferie
Ha's fent thee Treafure. Go, Hue rich and happy.
But thus conditioned : Thou ihalc build from men:
Hate all, curfe all, ihew Charity to none,
But let the famiiht flelh ilide from the Bone,
Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges
What thou denyeft to men. Let Prifons fwallow *cm.
Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like bladed woods
And may Difeafes licke vp their falfe bloods.
And fo farewell, and thriue.
Strep. O let me ftay,and comfort you, my Mafter.
Ttm, If thou hat'ft Curfes
Stay not t flye, whiTft thou art bled and free :
Ne're fee thou man, and let me ne're fee thee. Exit
Enter Poet y and Painter,
Pain. As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre
where he abides.
Poet. What's to be thought of him ?»
Does the Rumor hold for true,
That hee's fo full of Gold ?
Painter. Certaine.
Alcibiades reports it : Pbrinica and Timandylo
Had Gold of him. He likewifeenrich'd
Poore dragling Souldiers, with great quantity.
Tis faide, he gaue vnto his Steward
A mighty fumme.
Poet. Then this breaking of his,
Ha's bcene but a Try for his Friends ?
Painter. Nothing elfe:
You lhall fee him a Palme in Athens againe,
And fiouriih with the highed :
Therefore, 'tis not amifle, we tender our loues
To him, in this fuppos'd didreíTe of bis :
It will Ihew honedly in vs,
And is very likely, to loade our purpofes
With what they trauaile for,
If it be a iudand true report, that goes
Of his hauing.
Poet. What haue you now
To prefent vnto him ?
Painter. Nothing at this time
But my Vifitation : onely I will promife him
An excellent Peecc.
Poet. I mud ferue him fo too ;
Tell him of an intent that's comming toward him.
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Painter. Good as the bed.
Promifing, is the verie Ayre o'th'Timcj
It opens the eyes of Expe(fIation.
Performance, is euer the duller for his afte,
And but in the plainer and fimpler kinde of people,
The deede of Saying is quite out of vfe.
To Promife, is mod Courtly and faihionable j
Performance, is a kinde of Will or Tedament
Which argues a great ficknefie in his iudgement
That makes it.
Enter Timon from bü Caue*
Timon. Excellent Workeman,
Thoucand not paint a man fo badde
As is thy felfe.
Pocf. I am thinking
What I fiiall fay I haue prouided for him :
It mud be a perfonating of himfelfe :
A Satyre againd the foftnefle of Profperity,
With a Difcoucrie of the infinite Flatteries
That follow youth and opulencie.
Tmon. Mud thou needes
Stand for aVillaine in thine ownc Worke?
Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men?
Do fo, I haue Gold for thee.
Poet. Nay let's feeke him.
Then do we finne againd our owne edate,
When we may profit meete, and come too late.
Painter, True :
When the day ferues before bUcke-corner'd night;
Finde what thou want'd, by free and offer'd light.
Come.
Tim. He meete you at the turne :
What a Gods Gold, that he is wordiipt
In a bafer Temple, then where Swine feede ?
'Tis thou that rigg'd the Barke, and plow'd the Fome,
Setled admired reuerence in a Slaue,
To thee be worlhipt, and thy Saints for aye :
Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay.
Fit I meet them.
Poet. Haile worthy Tmon.
Pain, Our late Noble Mader.
Tmon. Haue I once liu'd
To fee two honed men?
poet. Sir :
Hauing often of your open Bounty taded.
Hearing you were retyr'd, your Friends ùlne off,
Whofe thankeleffe Natures (O abhorred Spirits)
Not all the Whippes of Heauen, are large enough*
What, to you,
Whofe Starre-likc Nobleneffe gaue life and influence
To their whole being? I am rapt, and cannot couer
Theimondrous bulkc of this Ingratitude
With any fize of words,
Timon. Let it go,
Naked men may fee't the better :
You that are honed, by being what you are,
Make them bed feene,and knowne.
Pain. He, and my felfe
Haue trauail'd in the great fliowre of your guifts,
And fweetly felt it.
Timon. I, you are honed man.
Painter. We are hither come
To offer you our feruice.
Tmon, Mod honed men :
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Why how íhall 1 requite you?
Can you eate Roots, and drinice cold water, no?
Both. What we can do,
Wee'l do to do you feruice.
77m, Y'are honeft men,
Y'haue heard that I haue Gold,
I am fure you haue, fpeaice truth, y'are honeft men.
Pain, So it is faid my Noble Lord, but therefore
Came not my Friend, nor I.
Timen. Good honeft men ; Thou draw'ft a counterfet
Beft in all Athens, th'art indeed the beft.
Thou counterfet'ft moft liuely.
Pain. So,fo, my Lord.
77m. E'ne fo fir as I fay. And for thy fiftion.
Why thy Verfe fwels with ftuffe fo fine and fmooth.
That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art.
But for all this (my honeft Natur'd friends)
1 muft needs fay you haue a little fault,
Marry 'tis not monftrous in you, neither wiih I
You take much paines to mend.
^orb. Befeech your Honour
To make it knowne to vs.
Tim. You'l take it ill.
fBoih. Moft thankefully,my Lord.
Timon. Will you indeed ?
Both. Doubt it not worthy Lord.
Tim. There's neuer a one of you but trufts a Knaue,
That mightily deceiues you.
^otb. Do we,my Lord ?
77m. I,and you heare him cogge,
See him diflemble,
Know his grofte patchery, loue him, feede him,
Keepe in your bofome, yet remaine aíTur'd
That he's a made-vp-Villaine.
Pain. I know none fuch,my Lord.
Poet, Nor I,
Timon, Looke you,
I loue you well. He giue you Gold
Rid me thefe Villaines from your companies ;
Hang them, or ftab them,drowne them in a draught.
Confound them by fome courfe,and come to me,
He giue you Gold enough.
t:^otb. Name them my Lord, let's know them.
Tim. You that way, and you this :
But two in Company ;
Each man a part, all fingle,and alone,
Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company :
If where thou art, two Villaines íhall not be,
Come not neere him. If thou would'ft not recide
But where one Villaine is, then him abandon.
Hence, packe, there's Gold,you came for Gold ye ilaues:
You haue worke for me; there's payment, hence,
You are an Alcumift, make Gold of that :
Out Rafcall dogges. Exeunt
Enter Sterpard^and tT»o Senators,
Steiv. It is vaine that you would fpeake with Timon i
For he is fet fo onely to himfelfe.
That nothing but himfelfe, which lookes like man.
Is friendly with him.
i.Sen. Bring vs to his Caue.
It is our part and promife to th'Athenians
To fpeake with Timon.
2,Sen. At all times alike
Men are not ftill the fame : 'twas Time and Greefes
That fram'd him thus. Time with his fairer hand.
Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes,
The former man may make him: bring vs to him
And chanc'd it as it may.
Stew. Heere is his Caue :
Peace and content be heere. Lord Timon, Timon^
Looke out, and fpeake to Friends : Th'Athenians
By two of their moft reverend Senate greet thee :
Speake to them Noble Timon.
Enter Timon out of hü Caue.
Tim. Thou Sunne that comforts burne,f
Speake and be hang'd :
For each true word, a blifter, and each falfe
Be as a Cantherizing to the root o'th'Tongue,
Confuming it with fpeaking,
1 Worthy Timon.
Tim. Of none but fuch as you.
And you of Timon.
I The Senators of Athens, greet thee Timon.
Tim. I thanke them.
And would fend them backe the plague,
Could I but catch it for them.
I O forget
What we are forry for our felues in thee :
The Senators,with one confent of loue,
Intreate thee backe to Athens, who haue thought
On fpeciall Dignities, which vacant lye
For thy beft vfe and wearing.
a They confefle
Toward thee, forgetfulrelTe too general! grofle;
Which now the publike Body,which doth iildome
Play the re-canter, feeling in it felfe
A lacke of Timons ayde, hath fince withall
Of it owne fall, reftraining ayde to Timon,
And fend forth vs, to make their forrowed render,
Together, with a recompence more fruitful!
Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme,
I euen fuch heapes and fummesof Loue and Wealth,
As íhall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs,
And write in thee the figures of their loue,
Euer to read them thine.
Tim. You witch me in it ;
Surprize me to the very brinke of teares ;
Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes,
And He beweepe thefe comforts, worthy Senators.
1 Therefore fo pleafe thee to returne with vs,
And of our Athens, thine and ours to take
The Captainihip, thou ihalt be met with thankes,
Allowed with abfolute power,and thy good name
Liue with Authoritie : io foone we íhall drlue backe
Of Aïcihiades th'approaches wild,
Who like a Bore loo fauage, doth root vp
His Countries peace.
2 And ihakes his threatning Sword
Againft the walles of Athens.
1 Therefore Timon.
Tim. Weil fir, I will : therefore I will fir thus:
If Alcibtades kill my Countrymen,
Let Alcihiades know this of Timon,
That Timon cares not. But if he facke faire Athens,
And take our goodly aged men by'th'Beards,
Giuingour holy Virgins to the ftaine
Of contumelious, beaftly, mad-brain'd warre :
Then let him know, and tell him Timon fpeakes it,
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In pitty of our aged, and our youth,
I cannotchoofe but tell him that! care not,
And let him talent at worll : For their Kniues care not,
While you haue throats to anfwer. For my felfe,
There's not a whittle, in th'vnruly Campe,
But I do prize it at my loue,before
The reuerends Throat in Athens. So I leaue you
To the protection of the profperous Gods,
As Thecues to Keepers.
Stetp. Stay not,all's in vaine.
Tim, Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
It will be feene to morrow. My long fíckneíTe
Of Health,and Liuing, now begins to mend,
And nothing brings me all things. Go, Hue Hill,
Be Alcibiadei your plague \ you his,
.^nd laH fo long enough.
I We fpeake in vaine.
Tim. But yet J loue my Country,and am not
One that reioyces in the common wracke,
As common bruite doth put it.
1 That's well fpoke.
Tim* Commend me to my louing Countreymen.
I Thefe words become your lippes as they palTe tho-
row them.
X And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers
In their applauding gates.
Tim. Commend me to them.
And tell them, that to eafe them of their greefes.
Their feares of HoBrile ftrokes, their Aches loííes,
Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes
That Natures fragile Veflell doth fuftaine
In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will fome kindnes do them,
He teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.
I I like this well, he will returne againe.
Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Clofe,
That mine owne vfe inuites me to cut downe.
And Ihortly muft I fell it. Tell my Friends,
Tell Athens, in the fequence of degree,
From high to low throughout, that who fo pleafe
To ftop AfHiCIion, let him take his haile ;
Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,
And hang himfelfe. I pray you do my greeting.
$Ut9. Trouble him no further, thus you ilill ihall
Finde him.
Tim. Come not to me againe, but fay to Athens,
Timon hath made his euerlafting Manfion
Vpon the Beached Verge of the fait Flood,
Who once a day with his embofled Froth*
The turbulent Surge lhall couer ; thither come,
And let my graue-ftone be your Oracle :
Lippes, let foure words go by,and Language end :
What is amiife, Plague and InfeCfion mend.
Graues onely be mens workes, and Death their gaine j
Sunne, hide thy Beames, Timon hath done his Raigne.
Exit Timon.
1 His difcontents are vnremoueably coupled to Na¬
ture.
2 Our hope in him is dead ; let vs returne,
And ftraine what other meancs is left vnto vs
In our deere perill,
I It requires Iwifc foot. Exeunt.
Enter two other Senators ^with a MeJJenger,
I Thou haft painfully difcouer'd :are his Files
As full as thy report}
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I haue fpoke the leaft.
Befides his expedition promifes prelent approach.
2 We ftand much hazard,if they bring not Timon,
Mef. I meta Currier, one mine ancient Friend,
Whom though in generali part we were oppos'd,
Yet our old loue made a particular force.
And made vs fpeake like Friends. This man was riding
From Alcibiadei to Tmons Caue,
With Letters of intreaty, which imported
His Fellowlhip i'th'caufe againft your City,
In part for his fake mou'd.
Snter the other Senators,
1 Heere come our Brothers.
3 No taike of Timon^ nothing ofhim expefb.
The Enemies Drumme is heard,and fearefull fcouring
Doth choake the ayre with duft : In, and prepare,
Ours is the fall I feare, our Foes the Snare. Exeunt
Enter a Souldier in the JVoods tfee/^ing Timon,
Sol. By all defcription this ihould be the place.
Whofe heere? Speake hoa. No anfwer ? What is this?
Tymon is dead, who hath out-ftretcht his fpan.
Some Beaft reade this j There do's not Hue a Man.
Dead fure, and this his Graue, what's on thisTomb,
I cannot read : the Charraflerlle take with wax,
Our Captaine hath in euery Figure skill ;
An ag'd Interpreter, though yong in dayes :
Before proud Athens bee's fet downe by this,
Whofe fall the marke oí his Ambition is. Exit,
Trumpets found. Enter Alcibiades with hü Powers
before Athens,
Ale. Sound to this Coward,and lafciuious Towne,
Our terrible approach.
Sounds a Parly.
The Senators appeare vpon the wals.
Till now you haue gone on, and HH'd the time
With all Licentious meafure, making your willes
The fcope of luftice. Till now,my felfe and fuch
As ilept within the ihadow of your power
Haue wander'd with our trauerft Armes,and breath'dj
Our fufferance vainly : Now the time is fluih.
When crouching Marrow in the bearer ftrong
Cries (of it felfe)no more ; Now breathlefic wrong.
Shall fit and pant in your great Chaires of eafe,
And purfie Infolence ihall breake his winde
With feare and horrid flight.
1. Sen, Noble,and young ; {
When thy firft greefes were but a meere conceit.
Ere thou had'ft power, or we had caufe of feare,
We fent to thee, to giue thy rages Balme,
To wipe out our Ingratitude, with Loues
Aboue their quantitie.
2 So did we wooe
Transformed Timon, to our Cittles loue
By humble MelTage, and by promift meanes :
We were not all vnkinde, nor all deferue
The common ftroke ofwarre.
1 Thefe walles of ours,
Were not ereiled by rheir hands, from whom
You haue receyu'd your greefe : Nor are they fuch, I
That thefe great Towres, Trophees, & Schools ftiold fall
For priuate faults in them. |
2 Nor are they liuing I
Who j
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Timon of aÄthens.
Who were the motiues that you firft went outj
(Shame that they wanted, cunning in excefle)
Hath broke their hearts. March, Noble Lord,
Into our City with thy Banners fpred,
By decimation and a tythed death ;
If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food
Which Nature loathes, take thou the deftin'd tenth,
And by the hazard of the fpotted dye,
Let dye the fpotted.
1 All haue not offended :
For thofe that were, it is not fquare to take
On thofe that are, Reuenge : Crimes, like Lands
Are not inherited, then deere Countryman,
Bring in thy rankes, but leaue without thy rage,
Spare thy Athenian Cradle, and thofe Kin
Which in the blufter of thy wrath muft fall
With thofe that haue offended, like a Shepheard,
Approach the Fold, and cull thMnfeded forth,
But kill not altogether,
2 What thou wilt.
Thou rather flialt inforce it with thy fmlle,
Then hew too*t, witlf thy Sword.
1 Set but thy foot
Againft our rampyr'd gates, and they ihall ope :
So thou wilt fend thy gentle heart before.
To fay thou*t enter Friendly.
2 Throw thy Gloue,
Or any Token ofthine Honour elfe,
That thou wilt vfe the warres as thy redreffe,
And notasourConfufion : All thy Powers
Shall make their harbourin ogrTowne, till wee
Haue feal'd thy full defire.
Ale. Then there's my Gloue,
Defend and open your vncharged Ports,
Thofe Enemies of Timonsy and mine owne
Whom you your felues ihall fet out for reproofe,
Fall and no more; and to attoneyour feares
With my more Noble meaning, not a man
Shall paffe his quarter, or offend the ftreame
Of Regular luííice in your Citties bounds,
But ihall be remedied to your publique Lawes
At heauieft anfwer.
*^otb. 'Tis molt Nobly fpoken.
Ale. Defcend, and keepe your words.
Enter a Meßenger,
Mef. My Noble Generali, Timon is dead,
Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea,
And on hisGraueftone, this Infculpture which
With wax I brought away : whofe foft Imprellion
Interprets for my poore ignorance.
Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.
Heere lies a wretched Qoarfe, of wretched Soule berefty
Seel^^ not my name: A Plague confume you, wickyd Caittfs left:
Heere lye I Timonywho alme^all liuing men did batey
Paffe byyund curfe thy filly but paffe and fiay not here thy gate,
Thefe well expreffe in thee thy latter fpirits:
Though thou abhorrd'ft in vs our humane griefes,
Scornd'ft our Braines flow, and thofe our droplets, which
From niggard Nature fall ; yet Rich Conceit
Taught thee to make vaft Neptune weepe for aye
On thy low Graue, on faults forgiuen. Dead
Is Noble Timony of whofe Memorie
Heereafter more. Bring me into your Citie,
And I will vfe the Oliue, with my Sword :
Make war breed peace ; make peace flint war,make each
Prefcribe to other, as each others Leach.
Let our Drummes ftrike. Exeunt.
FINIS.
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ACTORS
NAMES.
TMOn of Athens.
Lucius f And
Lucullus, tvpo FlatteringLords.
AppemantuSy a Qhurlijh 'Fhilofopher.
Sempronius another flattering Lord.
Alcibiades, an Athenian Qaptaine.
Toet.
Fainter.
'Jeweller.
Merchant.
Certaine Senatours.
Certaine Mas\ers.
Certaine Theenes.
Seuerall Semants to Vfurers.
Flaminius, one of Tymons Semants.
Seruilius, another.
Qaphis.
Varro.
Thilo.
Titus.
Lucius.
Hortenjis
Ventigius. one of Tymons falfe Friends.
Qupid.
Sempronius.
With diuers other Seruants,
And (Attendants.
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<iÄBus 'Œ^rimus. Scœna '^rîma.
THE TRAGEDIE OF
Enter Flauius, Murellui, and certaine Commoners
ouer the Stage,
Flauius.
HEnce : home you idle Creatures, get you homei
Is this a Holiday ? What, know you not
(Being Mechanicall) you ought not walke
Vpon a labouring day, without the ligne
Of your Profeffion ? Speake, what Trade art thou ?
Car. Why Sir, a Carpenter.
Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron, and thy Rule?
What doft thou with thy bell Apparrell on ?
You fir, what Trade are you ?
Cohl. Truely Sir, in refpefl of a line Workman, I am
but as you would fay, a Cobler.
Mur. But what Trade art thou? Anfwer me direilly.
Cob. A Trade Sir, that I hope I may vfe, with a fafe
Confcience, which is indeed Sir,a Mender of bad foules.
Fla. What Trade thou knaue ? Thou naughty knaue,
what Trade?
Cobl. Nay I befeech you Sir, be not out with me: yet
if you be out Sir, I can mend you.
Mur. What mean ft thou by that ? Mend mee, thou
fawcy Fellow ?
Cob. Why fir, Cobble you.
Fla. Thou art a Cobler, art thou ?
Cob. Truly fir, all that I liue by, is with the Aule : I
meddle with no Tradefmans matters, nor womens mat¬
ters; but withal 1 am indeed Sir, a Surgeon to old Ihooes:
when they are in great danger, I recouer them. As pro¬
per men as euer trod vpon Neats Leather, haue gone vp¬
on my handy-worke.
Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day?
Why do'ft thou leade thefe men about the ftreets?
Cob. Truly fir, to weare out their Ihooes, to get my
felfe into more worke. But indeede fir, we make Holy-
day to fee Ccefar, and to reioyce in his Triumph.
Mur. Wherefore reioyce?
What Conqueft brings he home.?
What Tributaries follow him to Rome,
To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles ?
You Blockes,you ftones,you worfe then fenfleire things:
0 you hard hearts, you cruell men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft ?
Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements,
To Towres and Windowes? Yea, to Chimney tops.
Your Infants in your Armes, and there haue fate
The liue-long day,with patient expeflation.
To fee great Pompey palTe the ftreets of Rome :
And when you faw his Chariot but appeare.
Haue you not made an Vniuerfall Ihout,
That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes
To heare the replication of your founds.
Made in her Concaue Shores ?
And do you now put on your bed attyre ?
And do you now cull out a Holyday ?
And do you now ftrew Flowers in his way.
That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood ?
Be gone,
Runne to your houfes, fall vpon your knees.
Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague
That needs muft light on this Ingratitude.
Fla. Go, go, good Countrymen, and for this fault
Aflemble all the poore men of your fort;
Draw them to Tyber bankes,and weepe your teares
Into the Channell, till the loweft ftreame
Do kifle the moft exalted Shores of all.
Exeunt all the Commoners,
See where their bafeft mettle be not mou'd, i
They vanilh tongue-tyed in their guiltinefte :
Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll,
This way will I :Difrobe the Images,
if you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies.
cMur. May we do fo .?
You know it is the Feaft of Lupercall.
Fla. It is no matter, let no Images
Be hung with Cafars Trophees : He about.
And driue away the Vulgar from the ftreets;
So do you too, where you perceiue them thicke.
Thefe growing Feathers, pluckt from Cajars wing.
Will make him flye an ordinary pitch,
Who elfe would foare aboue the view of men.
And keepe vs all in feruile fearefulneffe. Exeunt
Enter Ceejar, Antony for the Courfe,Calphurnia, Portia, De-
cius, Cicero,'Brutus, Cajftus, Casl(a,a Soothfayenaf-
ter them Murellus and Flauius.
CceJ. Calphurnia,
Casi;. Peace ho, Cajar fpeakes.
Caf. Calphurnia.
Calp, Heere my Lord.
Ccef. Stand you diredlly in Antonio's way,
When he doth run his courfe. Antonio.
Ant. Ccefar,my Lord.
Ccef. Forget not in your fpeed Antonio,
To touch Qalphurnia : for our Elders fay,
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'The Tragedle of 'Julius (fcefar.
The Barren touched in this holy chace,
Shake off their fterrile curie.
Ant, I (hall remember,
When Cajar fayes,Do this; it is perform'd.
C<e/. Set on,and leaue no Ceremony out.
Sooth. Ciefar.
C^eJ, Ha.^ Who calles?
CíK/^. Bid euery noyfe be ftill : peace yet againe.
CeeJ. Who is it in the preffe, that calles on me?
I heare a Tongue fhriller then all the Muficke
Cry, Cafar : Speake, Qt^far is turn'd to heare.
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Caf. What man is that I
Br.A Sooth-iayer bids you beware the Ides of March
Caf. Set him before me, let me fee his face.
CaJfi.ftWow, come from the throng, look vpon Cafar.
Caf. What fayft thou to me now.' Speak once againe.
Sooth. Beware the Ides of March.
Caf He is a Dreamer, let vs leaue him : Paffe.
Sennst. Exeunt. Manet 'Brut. & Caff.
Caff. Will you go fee the order of the courfe ?
"Brut. Not I.
Caßi. 1 pray you do.
Brut. I am not Gamefom: I do lacke fome part
Of that quicke Spirit that ¡sin Antony :
Let me not hinder Cajfui your defires ;
He leaue you.
Cfjf. 'Brutta, I do obferue you now of late :
I haue not from your eyes, that gentleneffe
And Ihew ofLoue,as I was wont to haue ;l
You beare too ftubborne,and too ftrange a hand
Guer your Friend, that loues you.
Bru. Cafitu,
Be not deceiu'd : If I haue veyl'd my looke,
I turne the trouble of my Countenance
Meerely vpon my felfe. Vexed I am
Of late, with paillons of fome difference.
Conceptions onely proper to my felfe.
Which giue fome foyle (perhaps) to my Behauiours :
But let not therefore my good Friends be greeu'd
(Among which number Caffui be you one)
Nor conftrue any further my negleft,
Then that poore Brutus with himfelfe at warre.
Forgets the Ihewes of Loue to other men.
Caff. Then 'Brutus, I haue much miilook your paffion.
By meanes whereof, this Bred of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy Cogitations.
Tell me good 'Bruttss, Can you fee your face .'
Brutus. No Cajfus !
For the eye fees not it felfe but by refleâion.
By fome other things.
Cafitts. 'Tis iuft.
And it is very much lamented Bruttu,
That you haue no fuch Mirrors, as will turne
Your hidden worthincffe into your eye.
That you might fee your Aadow:
I haue heard.
Where many of the heft refpeft in Rome,
(Except immortall Cafar) fpeaking of Brutus,'
And groaning vnderneath this Ages yoake.
Haue wifli'd, that Noble Brutus had his eyes.
Bru. Into what dangers, would you
Leade me Caffus ?
That you would haue me feeke into my felfe.
For that which is not in me?
Caf. Therefore good Brutus, be prepar'd to heare ;
And fince you know, you cannot fee your felfe
So well as by Refleilion; I your Olaffe,
Will modeftly difcouer to your felfe
That of your felfe, which you yet know not of.
And be not iealous on me,gentle Brutus :
Were I a common Laughter, or did vfe
To dale with ordinary Oathes my loue
To euery new Proteder : if you know.
That I do fawne on men, and hugge them hard.
And after fcandall them : Or if you know.
That I profeffe my felfe in Banquetting
To all the Rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourifh, and Shout.
Bru. What meanes this Showting?
I do feare, the People choofe Cafar
For their King.
Caff. I, do you feare it?
Then mud I thinke you would not haue it fo.
Bru. I would not Caßus, yet I loue him well:
But wherefore do you hold me heere fo long ?
What is it, that you would impart to me ?
If it be ought toward the generali good.
Set Honor in one eye, and Death i'th other,
And I will looke on both indifferently :
For let the Gods fo fpeed mee, as I loue
The name of Honor, more then I feare death.
Caß. I know that vertue tobe in you Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward fauour.
Well, Honor is the fubieft of my Story :
I cannot tell, what you and other men
Thinke of this life : But for my fingle felfe,
I had as liefe not be, as Hue to be|
In awe of fuch a Thing, as I my felfe.
I was borne free as Cafar, fo were you.
We both haue fed as well, and we can both
Endure the Winters cold, as well as hee.
For once, vpon a Rawe and Gudie day.
The troubled Tyber, chafing with her Shores,
Cafar faide to me, Dar'd thou Qaßus now
Leape in with me into this angry flood.
And fwim to yonder Point? Vpon the word.
Accoutred as I was, I plunged in.
And bad him follow : fo indeed he did.
The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it
With ludy Sinewes, throwing it afide.
And demming it with hearts of Controuerfie.
But ere we could arriue the Point propos'd.
Cafar cride, Heipe me Caßus, or I finke.
I f as esEneas, our great Ancedor,
Did from the Flames of Troy, vpon his (houlder
The o\i tAnchyfei beare) fo, from the waues of Tyber
Did I the tyred 'his Man,
Is now become a God, and Caßus is
A wretched Creature, and mud bend his body,
If Cafar carelefly but nod on him.
He had a Feauer when he was in Spaine,
And when the Fit was on him, I did marke
How he did lhake : Tis true, this God did /hake.
His Coward lippes did from their colour flye.
And that fame Eye, whofe bend doth awe the, World,
Did loofe his Ludre : I did heare him grone :
I, and that Tongue of his, that bad the Romans
Marke him, and write his Speeches in their Bookes,
Alas, it cried, Giue me fome drinke Titinius,!
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As a ßcke Girle : Ye Gods, it doth amaze me,
A man of fuch a feeble temper Ihould
So get the ftart of the Maieflicke world.
And beare the Palme alone.
Shout. Flourijh.
Bru. Another generali íhout
I do beleeue, that thefe applaufes are
For fome new Honors, that are heap'd on Crrfar.
CaJJi. Why man, he doth beftride the narrow world
Like a Coloirus,and we petty men
Walke vnder his huge legges,and peepe about
To finde our felues dilhonourable Graues.
Men atfometime, are Matters of their Fates.
The fault (deerefBraira^is not in our Starres,
But in ourSelues, that we are vnderlings.
Bruiiu and Ctefar : What Ihould be in thatC«^»-?
Why Ihould that name be founded more then yours
Write them together : Yours,is as faire a Name ;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth afwell:
Weigh them, it is as heauy : Coniure with 'em,
Bruttu will ftart a Spirit as foone as Crejar,
Now in the names of all the Gods at once, *
Vpon what meate doth this our Cafar feede.
That he is growne fo great ? Age, thou art lham'd.
Rome, thou haft loft the breed of Noble Bloods.
When went there by an Age, lince the great Flood,
But it was fam'd with more then with one man I
When could they lay (till now)that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide Walkes incompaft but one man ?
Now is'it Rome indeed, and Roome enough
When there is in it but one onely man.
0! you and I, haue heard our Fathers fay.
There was a ^rului once, that would haue brook'd
Th'eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome,
Aseafilyasa King.
Bru. That you do loue me, I am nothing iealous:
What you would worke me too, I haue fome ayme :
Howl haue thought of this,and of thefe times
I lhall recount heereafter. For this prefent,
I would not fo (with loue I might intreat you)
Be any further moou'd : What you haue faid,
I will confider: what you haue to fay
I will with patience heare, and linde a time
Both meete to heare,and anfwerfuch high things.
Till then, my Noble Friend, chew vpon this :
Bruttu had rather be a Villager,
Then to repute himfelfe a Sonne of Rome
Vnder thefe hard Conditions, as this time
Is like to lay vpon vs.
Caß. I am glad that my weake words
Haue ftrucke but thus much Ihew of fire from Brutui.
Enter Cafar and his Traîne.
"Brn. The Games are done.
And Cafar is returning.
Ca£i. As they palTe by,
Plucke Cas!^ by the Sleeue,
And he will (after his fowre falhion) tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note to day.
Bru. 1 will do fo: but lookeyou Caßus,
The angry fpot doth glow on Cafars brow.
And all the reft, looke like a chidden Traîne ;
Ca/fhurnia's Cheeke is pale, and Cicero
Lookeswith fuch Ferret,and fuch fiery eyes ]
As we haue feene him in the Capitoll
Being croft in Conference, by fome Senators.
Caß. Casita will tell vs what the matter is.
Caf. aintonio.
Ant. Cajar.
Caf. Let me haue men about me, that are fat,
Sleeke-headed men, and fuch as (leepea-nights :
Yond Caßus has a leane and hungry looke.
He thinkes too much : fuch men are dangerous.
Ant. Feare him not Cafar, he's not dangerous.
He is a Noble Roman, and well giuen.
Caf. Would he were fatter ; But I feare him not :
Yet if my name were lyable to feare,
I do not know the man I ftiould auoyd
So foone as that fpare Caßtu. He reades much.
He is a great Obíéruer, and he lookes
Quite through the Deeds of men. He loues no Playes,
As thou doft Antony : he heares no Muficke ;
Seldome he fmiles, and fmiles in fuch a fort
As if he mock'd himfelfe, and fcorn'd his fpirit
That could be mou'd to fmile at any thing.
Such men as he, be neuer at hearts eafe.
Whiles they behold a greater then themfelues.
And therefore are they very dangerous.
I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd.
Then what I feare : for alwayes I am Cafar.
Come on my right hand, for this eare is deafe.
And tell me truely, what thou think'ft ofhim. Sennit.
Exeunt Cafar and his Trains.
Casit. You pul'd me by the cloake, would you fpeake
with me i
Bru, I Casita, teW vs what hath chanc'd to day
That Cafar lookes fo fad.
Cfsit,. Why you were with him, were you not?
'Bru. I ihould not then aske what had chanc'd.
Casit- Why there was a Crowne offer'd him; & being
offer'd him, he put it by with the backe of his hand thus,
and then the people fell a ihouting.
Bru. What was the fécond noyfe for ?
Casit, Why for that too.
Caß. They Ihouted thrice: what was the laft cry for?
Casit- Why for that too.
Bru. Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice ? •
Casit- I marry was't, and hee put it by thrice, euerie
time gentler then other ; and at euery putting by, mine
honeft Neighbors Jhowted.
Caß. Who offer'd him the Crowne ?
Casit- Why Antony.
'Bru. Tell vs the manner of it,gentle Casita.
Casita. I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of
it : It was meere Foolerie, I did not marke it. I fawe
oMaritf Antony offer him a Crowne, yet 'twas not a
Crowne neyther, 'twas one of thefe Coronets : and as I
told you, hee put it by once : but for all that, to my thin¬
king, he would faine haue had it. Then hee offered it to
him againe : then hee put it by againe : but to my think¬
ing, he was very loath to lay his fingers off it. And then
he offered it the third time ; hee put it the third time by,
and ftill as hee refus'd it, the rabblement howted, and
clapp'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their fweatie
Night-cappes, and vttered fuch a deale of ftinking
breath, becaufe Cafar refus'd the Crowne, that it had
(almoft) choaked Cafar : for hee fwoonded, and fell
downe at it : And for mine owne part, I dürft not laugh,
for feare of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad
Ayre.
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Caß. But foft I pray you ; what, did Cafar fwound ?
Coól^. He fell downe in the Market-place,and foain'd
at mouth, and was fpeechleffe.
Brut. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling licknefle.
Caß. Ho,Cafar hath it not : but you,and I,
And honeft Cailla, we haue the Falling licknefle.
Cail{. I know not what you meane by that, but I am
fure Cafar fell downe. If the tag-ragge people did not
clap him, and hilTe him, according as he pleas'd, and dif-
pleas'd them, as they vfe to doe the Players in the Thea¬
tre, I am no true man.
'Brut. Whatfaid he,when became vnto himfelfe.'
Ca6\ Marry,before he fell downe, when he perceiu'd
the common Heard was glad he refus'd the Crowne, he
pluckt me ope his Doublet, and offer'd them his Throat
to cut : and I had beene a man of any Occupation, if 1
would not haue taken him at a word , I would I might
goe to Hell among the Rogues, and fo hee fell. When
he came to himfelfe againe, hee faid. If hee had done,or
faid any thing amifle,he defir'd their Worlhips to thinke
it was his infirmitie. Three or foure Wenches where I
flood, cryed, AlalTe good Soule, and forgaue him with
all their hearts : But there's no heed to be taken of them;
\{Cafar hid flab'd their Mothers,they would haue done
no lefle.
Btut. And after that, he came thus fad away.
Cail(. I.
Caß. Did Cicero fay any thing?
Ciul^. I, he fpoke Greeke.
Caß. To what effeíl?
Nay, and I tell you that, He ne're looke you
i'th'face againe. But thofe that vnderflood him, fmil'd
at one another, and fhooke their heads : but for mine
owne part, it was Greeke to me. I could tell you more
newcs too : Murrellui and Flauita, for pulling Soarffes
off Cafars Images, are put to filence. Fare you well.
There was more Foolerie yet , if I could remem¬
ber it.
Caß. Will you fuppe with me to Night, ?
Cail{. No, I am promis'd forth.
Caß. Will you Dine with me to morrow?
Ceu^. I, if I be aliue, and your minde hold, and your
Dinner worth the eating.
Caß. Good, I will expeil you.
Catlf. Doe fo Î farewell both. Exit.
'Brut. What a blunt fellow is this growne to bei
He was quick Mettle, when he went to Schoole.
Caßi. So is he now, in execution
Of any bold, or Noble Enterprize,
How-euer he puts on this tardie forme :
This Rudeneffe is a Sawce to his good Wit,
Which glues men ftomacke to difgefl his words
With better Appetite.
Brut. And fo it is :
For this time I will leaue you :
To morrow,if you pleafe to fpeake with me,
I will come home to you : or if you will.
Come home to me, and I will wait for you.
Caß. I will doe fo: till then, thinke of the World.
Exit 'Brutui.
Well Brutui, thou art Noble : yet I fee.
Thy Honorable Mettle may be wrought
From that it is difpos'd : therefore it is meet.
That Noble mindes kecpe euer with their likes :
For who fo firme, that cannot be feduc'd ?
Cafar doth beare me hard, but he loues Brutus'.
I
If I tntxtBrutus now,and he were Caßta,
He fliould not humor me. I will this Night,
In feuerall Hands,in at his Windowes throw,
As if they came from feuerall Citizens,
Writings,all tending to the great opinion
That Rome holds of his Name : wherein obfcurely
Cafars Ambition lhall be glanced at.
And after this,let Cafar feat him fure.
For wee will fhake him, or worfe dayes endure.
Ex'tt.
Thunder, and Lightning. Bnter Casida,
and Cicero.
Cic, Good euen, Cas^a s brought you Cafar hooie?
Why are you breathlefle, and why flare you fo ?
Cas^. Are not you mou'd.when all the fway of Earth
Shakes, like a thing vnfirme ? O Cicero,
I haue feene Tempefls,when the fcolding Winds
Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes,and I haue feene
Th'ambifious Ocean fwell,and rage, and foame.
To be exalted with the threatning Clouds:
But neuer till to Night, neuer till now.
Did I goe through a Tempefl-dropping-fire.
Eyther there is a Ciuill ftrife in Heauen,
Or elfe the World,too fawcie with the Gods,
Incenfes them to fend deftruilion.
Cic. Why, faw you any thing more wonderfull ?
Cas\. A common flaue, you know him well by fight.
Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne
Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand,
Not fenfible of fire,remain'd vnfcorch'd.
Befides, I ha'not fince put vp my Sword,
Againfl the Capitoll I met a Lyon,
Who glaz'd vpon me,and went furly by.
Without annoying me. And there were drawne
Vpon a heape,a hundred gaflly Women,
Transformed with their feare, who fwore, they faw
Men,all in fire,walke vp and downe the flreetes.
And yefterday,the Bird of Night did fit,
Euen at Noone-day,vpon the Market place,
Howting,and Ihreeking. When thefe Prodigies
Doe fo conioyntly meet, let not men fay,
Thefe are their Reafons,they are Naturall :
For I beleeue, they are portentous things
Vnto the Clymate,that they point vpon.
Cic, Indeed, it is a flrange-difpofed time :
But men may conflrue things after their falhion,
Cleane from the purpofe of the things themfclues.
Comes Cafar to the Capitoll to morrow ?
He doth : for he did bid Antonio
Send word to you, he would be there to morrow.
Cic. Good-night then,;
This diflurbed Skie is not to walke in.
Casl^. Farewell Cicero. Exit Cicero.
Enter Caßta.
Caß. Who's there ?
Cas\. A Romane.
Caß. CasXa, by your Voyce.
Ciu\. Your Eare is good.
Caßta,vih3t Night is this?
Caß. A very pleafing Night td honeft men.
Cask- Who euer knew the Heauens menace fo ?
Caß. Thofe that haue knowne the Earth fo full of
faults.
For
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The Tragedle of Julius Q^far.
For my part,,! haue walkM about the ftreets,
Submitting me rnto the perillous Night ;
And thus vnbraced,Ciíí;^«,as you fee.
Haue bar'd my Bofome to the Thunder-ftone :
And when the croHe blew Lightning iêem'd to open
The Bred of Heauen, 1 did prefent my felfe
Euen in the ayme,and very flafh of it. (uens ?
Cas!^. But wherefore did you fo much tempt the Hea-
It is the part of men, to feare and tremble,
When the mod mightie Gods, by tokens fend
Such dreadfull Heraulds,to adonilh vs.
Caßt. Y ou are dull. Cailla :
And thofe fparkes of Life, that Ihould be in a Roman,
You doe want, or elfe you vfe not.
You looke pale,and gaze,and put on feare.
And cad your felfe in wonder.
To fee the dränge impatience of the Heauens :
But if you would confider the true caufe.
Why all thefe Fires, why all thefe gliding Ghods,
Why Birds and Beads, from qualitie and kinde.
Why Old men,Fooles,and Children calculate.
Why all thefe things change from their Ordinance,
Their Natures, and pre-formed Faculties,
To mondrous qualitie; why you lhall finde.
That Heauen hath infus'd them with thefe Spirits,
To make them indruments of feare, and warning,
Vnto fome mondrous State.
Now could I (Cmka) name to thee a man.
Mod like this dreadfull Night,
That Thunders, Lightens, opens Graues, and roares,
As doth the Lyon in the Capitoll :
A man no mightier then thy felfe, or me.
In perfonall aflion ; yet prodigious growne.
And fearefull,as thefe dränge eruptions are.
Coik- 'Tis Cajar that you meane s
Is it not, Caßu6 i
Cüß. Let it be who it is : for Romans now
Haue Thewes,and Limbes,]ike to their Ancedors;
But woe the while,our Fathers mindes are dead.
And we are gouern'd with our Mothers fpirits,
Our yoake, and fulîêrance, diew vs Womanilh.
Coi^. Indeed, they lay, the Senators to morrow
Meane to edabli/h Cafar as a King :
And he lhall weare his Crowne by Sea, and Land,
In euery place,faue here in Italy.
Caß. I know where I will weare this Dagger then ;
Caßtu from Bondage will deliuer Caßtu ;
Therein,yee Gods,you make the weake mod ftrong;
Therein,yee Gods,you Tyrants doe defeat.
Nor Stonie Tower,nor Walls of beaten Braflè,
Nor ayre-lede Dungeon, nor drong Linkes of Iron,
Can be retentiue to the ftrength offpirit;
But Life being wearie of thefe worldly Barres,
Neuer lacks power to difmide it felfe.
If I know this, know all the World befides.
That part of Tyrannie that I doe beare,
I can lhake off at pleafure. Thunder ßill.
Cttil^. So can I :
So euery Bond-man in his owne hand beares
The power to cancell his Captiuitie.
Caß. And why Ihould Cafar be a Tyrant then ?
Poore man, I know he would not be a Wolfe,
But that he fees the Romans are but Sheepes
He were no Lyon, were not Romans Hindes.
Thofe that with hade will make a mightie fire,
Begin it with weake Strawes. What tralh is Rome.'
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What Rubbilh,and what Offiill? when it ferues
For the bafe matter, to illuminate
So vile a thing as Cafar. But oh Griefe,
Where had thou led me ? I (perhaps^ fpeake this
Before a willing Bond-man : then I know
My anfwere mud be made. But I am arm'd.
And dangers are to me indifferent.
Coi^. You fpeake to Cail^a,nnd to fuch a man.
That is no Hearing Tell-tale. Hold, my Hand :
Be failious for redrclfe of all thefe Griefes,
And I will fet this foot of mine as ftrre.
As who goes farthed.
Caß. There's a Bargaine made.
Now know you. Cailla,I haue mou'd already
Some certaine of the Nobled minded Romans
To vnder-goe, with me, an Enterprize,
Of Honorable dangerous confequence ;
And I doe know by this, they day for me
In Pomfeyes Porch : for now this fearefull Night,
There is no dirre,or walking in the dreetes ;
And the Complexion of the Element
Is Fauors,like the Worke we haue in hand.
Mod bloodie, fierie, and mod terrible.
Enter Cinna,
CM\a. Stand clofe a while, for heere comes one in
hade.
Caß. 'Tis Cama, I doe know him by his Gate,
He is a friend. Cinna, where hade you fo ?
Cinna. To finde out you : Who's that, MeteJlti
Cymher ?
Caß. No, it is Ca6\a, one incorporate
To our Attempts. Am I not day'd for, Cinna ?
Cinna. I am glad on't.
What a fearefull Night is this
There's two or three of vs haue feene dränge fights.
Caß. Am I not day'd for ? tell me.
Cinna. Yes, you are. O Caßia,
If you could but wlnne the Noble Brutm
To our party——
Caß. Be you content. Good Cmn«, take this Paper,
And looke you lay it in the Pretors Chayre,
Where 'Brutui may but finde it : and throw this
In at his Window ; fet this vp with Waxe
Vpon old Brutm Statue : all this done.
Repaire to Pomfeyes Porch,where you fhall finde vs.
Is "Decim Brutm and Trehonim there
Cinna. All,but MeteUta Cymter,and hee's gone
To feeke you at your houle. Well, I will hie.
And fo bedow thefe Papers as you bad me.
Caß. That done,repayre to Pompeyes Theater.
Exit Cinna.
Come Cm\a, you and I will yet,ere day.
See Brutm at his houfc : three parts of him
Is ours alreadie, and the man entire
Vpon the next encounter, yeelds him ours.
Coil^. O, he fits high in all the Peoples hearts :
And that which would appeare Offence in vs.
His Countenance, like riched Alchymie,
Will change to Vertue, and to Worthineffe.
Caß. Him, and his worth, and our great need of hhn.
You haue right well conceited : let vs goe.
For it is after Mid-night, and ere day,
We will awake him, and be iure of him.
Exeunt,
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'The 'Tragedle oj "Julius Qœfar.
A5lus Secundus.
Enter 'Brutm in hü Orchard.
Brut. What Lucius, hoe ?
I cannot, by the progreffe of the Starrea,
Giue gueffe how neere to dzy—Lucius, 1 fay ?
I would it were my fault to fleepe fo foundly.
When Lucius, when ? awake,! fay: what Lucius ?
Snter Lucius.
Luc. Caird you, my Lord ?
'Brut. Get me a Tapor in my Study, ;
When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will,my Lord. Exit.
Brut. It muft be by his death : and for my part,
I know no perfonall caufe, to fpurne at him.
But for the generali. He would be crown'd :
How that might change his natu re, there's the queftion?
It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder,
And that craues warie walking : Crowne him that.
And then I graunt we puta Sting in him,
That at his will he may doe danger with.
Th'abufe of Greatnefle,is, when it dis-ioynes
Remorfe from Power : And to fpeake truth of Cafar,
I haue not knowne,when his Affeélions fway'd
More then his Reafon. But'tis a common proofe.
That Lowlynefle is young Ambitions Ladder,
Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face :
But when he once attaines the vpmoft Round,
He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe,
Lookes in the Clouds,learning the bafe degrees
By which he did afcend ; fo Cafar inay ;
Then lead he may,preuent. And fince the Quarrell
Will beare no colour,for the thing he is,
Falhion it thus; that what he is,augmented.
Would runne to thefe,and thefe extremities :
And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge.
Which hatch'd, would as his kinde growmifchieuous;
And kill him in the ihell.
Enter Lucius,
Luc. The Taper burneth in your Clofet, Sir :
Searching the Window for a Flint, I found
This Paper, thus feal'd vp,and I am fure
It did not lye there when I went to Bed.
Giues him the Letter.
Brut. Get you to Bed againe,it is not day :
Is not to morrow ( BoyJ the firft of March
Luc. I know not. Sir.
Brut. Looke in the Calender,and bring me word.
Luc. I will. Sir. £xit.
Brut. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre,
Giue fo much light,that I may reade by them.
Opens the Letter,and reades.
Brutus thou fleeffi ; amalee, and fee thy felfe :
Shall Rome, 0"c. Jfeake ,ßriite, redrejfe.
Brutus, thoußeepß : anatme.
Such inftigations haue beene often dropt.
Where I haue tooke them vp :
Shall Rome,Ú'c. Thus muft I piece it out :
Shall Rome ftand vnder one mans awe.' What Rome?
My Anceftors did from the ftreetes of Rome
The Barquín driue, when he was call'd a King.
SpeaHe ,ßrii^e, redrejfe. Am I entreated
To fpeake, and ftrike ? O Rome, I make thae promile,
If the redrefte will follow, thou receiueft
Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus.
Snter Lucius.
Luc. Sir, March is wafted fifteene dayes.
Knockf within.
Brut. 'Tis good. Go to the Gate,fome body knocks;
Since Caßus firft did whet me againft Cafar,
I haue not ilept.
Betweene the afting of a dreadfull thing.
And the firft motion,all the Interim is
Like a Phantafma,or a hideous Dreame:
The Genius,znà the mortall Inftruments
Are then In councell ; and the ftate of a man.
Like to a little Kingdome, fullers then
The nature of an Infurreäion.
Enter Lucius.
Luc. Sir,'tls your Brother Cajfius at the Doore,
Who doth defire to fee you.
Brut. Is he alone f
Luc. No,Sir,there are moe with him.
Brut. Doe you know them ?
Luc. No,Slr,their Hats are pluckt about their Fares,
And hälfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes,
That by no meanes I may difcouer them,
By any marke of fauour.
Brut. Let 'em enter :
They are the Faftion. O Confplracle,
Sham'ft thou to Ihew thy dang'rous Brow by Night,
When euills are moft free f O then, by day
Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough.
To maske thy monftrous VifageiSeek none Confpiracie,
Hide it in Smiles, and Aflfabllitie :
For if thou path thy natiue femblance on.
Not Erehus It felfe were dimme enough.
To hide thee from preuention.
Enter the Confiirators, Caffius, Cas\a, Decius,
Cinna, Metellus,and Brebonius.
Ctff I thinke we are too bold vpon your Reft :
Good morrow fBrafttS,doe we trouble you?
Brut. I haue beene vp this howre, awake all Night :
Know I thefe men, that come along with you ?
Caff. Yes,euery man of them ; and no man here
But honors you : and euery one doth wifh.
You had but that opinion of your felfe.
Which euery Noble Roman beares of you.
This is Brebonius.
Brut. He is welcome hither.
Cajf. Bh\s, Decius Brutus.
Brut. He Is welcome too.
Cajf. This, Casl{a ; this, Qinna ; and this, eMetellus
Cymber.
Brut. They are all welcome.
What watchfull Cares doe interpofe themfelues
Betwixt your Eyes,and Night ?
Cajf. Shall I entreat a word ? Bhey whijfer.
Decius. Here lyes the Fall : doth not the Day breake
heere ?
Cas\. No.
Cin. O pardon. Sir, it doth ; and yon grey Lines,
That fret the Clouds, are Meffengers of Day.
Cas\. You fhall confeffe.that you are both deceiu'd :
Heere,as I point my Sword,the Sunnearifes,
Which is a great way growing on the South,
Weigh-
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Weighing the youthfull Seaibn of the yeare.
Some two moneths hence, vp higher toward the North
He firft prefents his /ire,and the high Eaft
Stands as the Capitoll, direflly heere.
'Bru. Giue me your hands all ouer,one by one.
Caf. And let vs fweare our Refolution.
'Brut. No, not an Oath : if not the Face of men.
The fulTerance of our Soules, the times Abufe j
If thefe be Motiues weake, breake off betimes.
And euery man hence, to his idle bed :
So let high-fighted-Tyranny range on.
Till each man drop by Lottery. But if thefe
(As I am fure they do) beare fire enough
To kindle Cowards,and to fteele with valour
The melting Spirits of women. Then Countrymen,
What neede we any fpurre, but our owne caufe,
To pricke vs to redreffe What other Bond,
Then fecret Romans, that haue fpoke the word.
And will not palter And what other Oath,
Then Honefty to Honefty ingag'd,
That this (hall be, or we will fall for it.
Sweare Priefis and Cowards, and men Cautelous
Old feeble Carrions, and fuch fuffering Soules
That welcome wrongs : Vnto bad caufes, fweare
Such Creatures as men doubt; but do not ftaine
The euen vertue of our Enterpriae,
Nor th'infupprefliue Mettle of our Spirits,
To thinke, that or our Caufe,or our Performance
Did neede an Oath. When euery drop of blood
That euery Roman beares, and Nobly beares
Is guilty of a feuerall Baftardie,
If he do breake the fmalleft Particle
Of any promife that hath paft from him.
CaJ. But what of Cicero ? Shall we found him
I thinke he will (land very flrong with vs.
Cail(. Let vs not leaue him out.
Cyu. No, by no meanes.
Metel. O let vs haue him, for his Siluer haires
Will purchafe vs a good opinion :
And huy mens voyces, to commend our deeds :
It (hall be fayd, his iudgement rni'd our hands.
Our youths,and wildeneffe,/hall no whit appeare.
But all be buried in his Grauity.
'Bru. O name him not ; let vs not breake with him.
For he will neuer follow any thing
That other men begin.
CaJ. Then leaue him out.
Cas\. Indeed, he is not fit.
Decius. Shall no man elfe be toucht,but onely Cafar ?
Caf. Deciui well vrg'd : I thinke it is not meet.
Marine jíntotiy,ío well belou'd of Cafar,>
Should out-liue Cafar, we (hall finde of him
A (hrew'd Contriuer. And you know, his meanes
If he improue them, may well ftretch fo farre
As to annoy vs all : which to preuent.
Let Antotty and Cafar fall together.
Bru. Our coutfe will feeme too bloody, Crjua Cafiita,
To cut the Head off, and then hacke the Limbes:
Like Wrath in death, and Enuy afterwards :
For Antony, is but a Limbe of Cafar.
Let's be Sacrificers, but not Butchers Caitu :
We all (land vp againft the fpirit of Cafar,
And in the Spirit of men, there is no blood :
O that we then could come by (^afart Spirit,
And not difmember Cafar ! But (alas)
Cafar mull bleed for it. And gentle Friends,
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Let's kill him Boldly, but not Wrathfully :
Let's carue him, as a Dilh fit for the Gods,
Not hew him as a Carkaffe fit for Hounds:
And let our Hearts, as fubtle Mailers do,
Stirre vp their Seruants to an afle of Rage,
And after feeme to chide 'em. This (hall make
Our purpofe Neceffary,and not Enuious.
Which fo appearing to the common eyes.
We (hall be call'd Purgers, not Murderers.
And for Mar!^ Antony,t\\\n\ie not of him :
For he can do no more then Cafan Arme,
When Cafare head is off.
Caf. Yet I feare him,'
For in the ingrafted loue he beares to Cafar.
'Bru. Alas,good Cafsita, do not thinke of him :
If he loue Cafar, all that he can do
Is to himfelfe; take thought,and dye for Cafar,
And that were much he (hould : for he is giuen
To fports, to wildeneffe, and much company.
Treh. There is no feare in him; let him not dye.
For he will Hue, and laugh at this heereafter.
Clocke ßrikes.
Bru. Peace, count the Clocke.
Caf. The Clocke hath (Iricken three.
Treb. 'Tis time to part.
Caff But it is doubtfull yet,
Whether Cafar will come forth to day, or no :
For he is Superftitious growne of late.
Quite from the maine Opinion he held once.
Of Fantafie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies :
It may be, thefe apparant Prodigies,
The vnaccullom'd Terror of this night.
And the perfwafion of his Augurers,
May hold him from the Capitoll to day.
"iieciui. Neuer feare that : If he be fo refolu'd,
I can ore-fway him : For he loues to heare.
That Vnicornes may be betray'd with Trees,
And Beares with Glaffes, Elephants with Holes,
Lyons with Toyles, and men with Flatterers.
But, when 1 tell him, he hates Flatterers,
He fayes,he does; being then moll flattered.
Let me worke :
For I can giue his humour the true bent ;
And I will bring him to the Capitoll.
Caf. Nay, we will all of vs, be there to fetch him.
Bru. By the eight houre,is that the vttermolli
Cin. Be that the vttermoll,and faile not then.
Met, Qaitu Ligaritu doth beare Cafar hard.
Who rated him for fpeaking well of Pomfey ;
I wonder none of you haue thought of him.
Bru. Now good oMetelltu go along by him :
He loues me well, and I haue giuen him Reafons,
Send him but hither, and He falhion him.
Qaf. The morning comes vpon's:
Wee'l leaue you Brutus,
And Friends difperfe your felues; but all remember
What you haue faid, and Ihew your felues true Romans.
Bru. Good Gentlemen, looke frelh and merrily.
Let not our lookes put on our purpofes.
But beare it as our Roman Aflors do.
With vntyr'd Spirits, and formall Conllancie,
And fo good morrow to you euery one. Exeunt.
Manet Brutus.
Boy : Lucius : Fall afleepe ? It is no matter,
Enioy the hony-heauy-Dew of Slumber :
Thou hall no Figures, nor no Fantafies,
Which
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^hich bufie care drawes, in the braines of men ;
Therefore thou fleep'ft fo found.
Enter Portia.
for. Bruttu, my Lord.
Bru.Portia; What meane you?wherfore rife you now?
It is not for your health, thus to commit
Your weake condition, to the raw cold morning.
Por. Nor for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutu
Stole from my bed : and yefternight at Supper
You fodainly arofe,and walk'd about,
Mufing, and fighing, with your armes a-cro(Te ;
And when J ask'd you what the matter was,
You ftar'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.
I vrg'd you further, then you fcratch'd your head.
And too impatiently ftampt with your foote :
Yet I infilled, yet you anfwer'd not.
But with an angry wafter of your hand
Gaue figne for me to leaue you : So I did,
Fearing to ftrengthen that impatience
Which feem'd too much inkindled ; and withall.
Hoping it was but an effefl of Humor,
Which fometime hath his houre with euery man.
It will not let you eate, nor talke, nor fleepe ;
And could it worke fo much vpon your fiiape,
As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condition,
I Ihould not know you Brntui. Deare my Lord,
Make me acquainted with your caufe of greefe.
fSru. 1 am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. fBruttu is wife, and were he not in health.
He would embrace the meanes to come by it.
Bru. Why fo I do : good Portia go to bed.
Por. Is Brutui ficke? And is it Phyficall
To walke vnbraced, and fucke vp the humours
Of the danke Morning ? What, is Bruttu ficke?
And will he fteale out of his wholfome bed
To dare the vile contagion of the Night?
And tempt the Rhewmy.and vnpurged Ayre,
To adde vnto hit ficknelTe ? No my Bruttu,
You haue fome ficke Offence within your minde.
Which by the Right and Vertue of my place
I ought to know of: And vpon my knees,
I charme you, by my once commended Beauty,
By all your vowes of Loue, and that great Vow
Which did incorporate and make vs one.
That you vnfold to me, your felfej your hälfe
Why you are heauy : and what men to night
Haue had refort to you : for heere haue beene
Some fixe or feuen, who did hide their faces
£uen from darkneffe.
Bru. Kneele not gentle Portia.
Por. I fhould not neede, if you were gentle Bruttu.
Within tho Bond of Marriage, tell me Bruttu,
Is it excepted, I fhould know no Secrets
That appertaine to you ? Am I your Seife,
But as it were in fort, or limitation ?
To keepe with you at Meales, comfort your Bed,
And talke to you fometimes? Dwell I but in the Suburbs
Of your good pleafure ? If it be no more,
Portia is Bruttu Harlot, not his Wife.
Bru. You are my true and honourable Wife,
As deere to me, as are the ruddy droppes
That vifit my fad heart.
Por. If this were true, then fhould I know thisifecret.
I graunt 1 am a Woman; but withall,
A Woman that Lord Brutue tooke to Wife :
1 graunt I am a Woman; but withall.
A Woman well reputed : Qalo's Daughter.
Thinke you, I am no flronger then my Sex
Being fo Father'd, and fo Husbanded ?
Tell me your Counfels, I will not difclofe 'em :
I haue made ftrong proofe of my Conftancie,
Gluing my felfe a voluntary wound
Heere,in the Thigh : Can I beare that with patience,
And not my Husbands Secrets ?
Bru. O ye Gods !
Render me worthy of this Noble Wife. Knocke.
Harke,harke,one knockes : Portia go in a while.
And by and by thy bofome fhall partake
The fecrets of my Heart.
All my engagements, I will conflrue to thee.
All the Charrailery of my fad browes :
Leaue me with hafl. Exit Portia.
Enter Lucitu and Ligarttu.
Lucitu, who's that knockcs.
Luc. Heere is a ficke man that would fpeak with you.
Bru. Caitu Ligaritu, that Metelltu fpake of.
Boy,fland afide. Caiui Ligarm, how?
Cai. Vouchfafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.
Bru. O what a time haue you chofe out braue Caius
To weare a Kerchiefe ? Would you were not ficke.
Cai. I am not ficke, if Brutm haue in hand
Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.
Bru. Such an exploit haue I in hand Ligarías,
Had you a healthfull eare to heare of it.
Cai. By all the Gods that Romans bow before,
I heere difcard my fickneffe. Soule of Rome,
Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,
Thou like an Exorcill, haft coniur'd vp
My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,
And I will ftriue with things impolIible,i
Yea get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. A peece of worke.
That will make ficke men whole.
Cai. But are not fome whole, that we muft make ficke?
Bru. That muft we alio. What it is my Caius,
I fhall vnfold to thee,as we are going.
To whom it muft be done.
Cai. Set on your foote.
And with a heart new-fir'd,,I follow you.
To do 1 know not what : but it fufticeth
That Brutus leads me on. Thunder,
Bru, Follow me then. Exeunt
Thunder Ú" Lightning.
Enter lulius Cafar in his Night-gonrne,
Cafar. Nor Heauen, nor Earth,
Haue beene at peace to night :
Thrice hath Calfhurnia, in her fleepe cryed out,
Helpe,ho : Thty murther Cafar. Who'swithin?
Enter a Seruant.
Ser, My Lord.
Caf. Go bid the Priefts do prefent Sacrifice,
And bring me their opinions of Succeffe.
Ser. I will my Lord. Exit
Enter Calfhurnia.
Ca/.What mean you Cafari Think you to walk forth ?
You fhall not flirre out of your houfe to day.
Caf Cafar fhall forth; the things that threaten'd me,
Ne're look'd but on my backe : When they fhall fee
The face of Cc^ßr, they are vanifhed.
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Calp. Ctefar, I neuer ftood on Ceremonies,
Yet now they fright me : There is one within,
Befldes the things that we haue heard and feene.
Recounts moft horrid fights feene by the Watch.
A Lionnefle hath whelped in the ftreets.
And Graues haue yawn'd, and yeelded vp their dead ;
Fierce fiery Warriours fight vpon the Clouds
In Rankes and Squadrons, and right forme of Warre
Which drizelM blood vpon the Capitoll :
The noife of Battell hurtled in the Ayre :
Horfles do neigh, and dying men did grone.
And Chofis did Ihrieke and fqueale about the fireets,
0 Cafar, theft things are beyond all vfe.
And I do feare them.
Caf. What can be auoyded
Whofe end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods ?
Yet Cafar lhall go forth : for thefe Prediilions
Are to the world in generali, as to Cafar.
Calp. When Beggers dye, there are no Comets leen.
The Heauens themfelues blaae forth the death of Princes
Caf, Cowards dye many times before their deaths.
The valiant neuer tafia of death but once :
Of all the Wonders that 1 yet haue heard.
It feemes to me moft ftrange that men Ihould feare.
Seeing that death, a necelTary end
Will come, when it will come.
Enter a Seruant,
What lay the Augurers ?
Ser. They would not haue you to fiirre forth to day.
Plucking the intrailes of an Oflêring forth, ■
They could not finde a heart within the beafi.
Caf. The Gods do this in lhame of Cowardice:
Cafar Ihould be a Beaft without a heart
If he Ihould ftay at home to day for feare :
No Cafar lhall not; Danger knowes full well
That Cafar is more dangerous then he.
We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day.
And I the elder and more terrible.
And Cafar lhall go foorth.
Catp. Alas my Lord,
Your wifedome is confum'd in confidence :
Do not go forth to day : Call it my feare.
That keepes you in the houfe, and not your owne.
Wee'l fend ¡CMarl^ Antony to the Senate houfe.
And he lhall fay, you are not well to day :
Let me vpon my knee,preuaile in this.
(^af. Marl(^ Antony lhall fay I am not well.
And lor thy humor, I will ftay at home.
Enter Deciui.
Heere's Decios Brutus, he lhall tell them Co.
Deci, Cafar,i]\ haile : Good morrow worthy Qt^far,
1 come to fetch you to the Senate houfe.
Caf. And you are come in very happy time.
To bñre my greeting to the Senators,
And tell them that 1 will not come to day :
Cannot,is falfe : and that I dare not,falfer :
I will not come to day, tell them fo Decios.
Calp. Say he is ficke.
Caf. Shall Qs^far fend a Lye ?
Haue I in Conqueft firetcht mine Arme fo farre.
To be afear'd to tell Gray-beards the truth :
Decios, go tell them, Csrfor will not come.
"Deci. Moft mighty Cafar,\et me know fome caufe,
Left I be laught at when 1 tell them fo.
Caf. The caufe is in my Will, I will not come,
That is enough to fatisfie the Senate.
But for your priuate fatisfaftion,
Becaufe I loue you, I will let you know.
Calpbornia heere my w|fe, ftayes me at home :
She dreampt to night, flie faw my Statue,
Which like a f ou n tai ne, with an hundred fpouts
Did run pure blood : and many lufty Romans
Came fmiling,& did bathe their hands in it:
And thefe does Ihe apply,for warnings and portents.
And euils imminent ; and on her knee
Hath begg'd, that I will ftay at home to day.
Deci. This Dreame is all amifle interpreted.
It was a vifion, faire and fortunate :
Your Statue fpouting blood in many pipes.
In which fo manyfmiling Romans bath'd.
Signifies,that from you great Rome lhall fucke
Reuiuing blood, and that great men lhall prelfe
For Tinflures,Staines,Reliques,and Cognifance.
This by Calphurnia's Dreame is fignified.
Caf. And this way haue you well expounded it.
"Deci. 1 haue, when you haue heard what I can fay :
And know it now, the Senate haue concluded
To glue this day,a Crowne to mighty Cafar.
If you lhall fend them word you will not come,
Their mindes may change. Befides,it were a mocke
Apt to be render'd, for fome one to fay,
Breake vp the Senate, till another time :
When Cafars wife lhall meete with better Dreames.
If Cafar hide himfelfe, lhall they not whifper
Loe Cafar is affraid !
Pardon me Cafar, for my deere deere loue
To your proceeding, bids me tell you this:
And reafon to my loue is liable.
Qaf.Hov! foolilh do your fears feeme now Calphurniai
I am alhamed I did yeeld to them.
Giue me my Robe, for I will go.
Znter 'Bruttes, Ligarias, Metellos, Casida, Treho-
nius, Cynna,andPuhlius.
And looke where Publius is come to fetch me.
Pub. Good morrow Cafar,
Caf. Welcome Puhlius.
What "Brutos,Ate you ftirr'd fo earely too.'
Good morrow •' Caita Ligarita,
Cafar was ne're fo much your enemy.
As that fame Ague which hath made you leane.
What is't a Clocke ?
"Bru. Cafar, 'tis ftrucken eight.
Caf, I thanke you for your paines and curtefie.
Enter Antony.
See, Antony that Reuels long a-nights
Is notwithftanding vp. Good morrow Antony.
Ant. So to moft Noble Cafar
Caf. Bid them prepare within :
I am too blame to be thus waited for.
Now Cynna, now Metelita : what Yrebonita,
I haue an houses talke in llore for you :
Remember that you call on me to day :
Be neere me, that I may remember you.
Treb. Cafar I will : and fo neere will I be,
That your beft Friends lhall wilh I had beene further.
Caf,Good Friends go in,and tafte fome wine with me
And we (like Friends) will ftraight way go together.
Bru. That euery like is not the fame, O Cafar,
The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon. Sxeunt
Snter Artemidorta.
Cafar, beware of Brutus, take heede of Caf s ios ; come not
neere
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neert Ceuf^a^baue an eye to Cynna^ truß not Treboniusy mar by
tveli çfMetellus Cymbery Pectus Brutus loues thee not : Thou
baß torongd Caius Ligarius, There ù but one minde in all
theß men y and it ü bent againß Cafar : If thou beeß not Im^
mortallyloobe about you i Security giues tvay to Conjpiracie ,
The mighty Gods defend thee.
Thy Louer, Artemidorus,
Heere will I ftand, till Cafar palie along,
And as a Sutor will I glue him this:
My heart laments, that Vertue cannot liue
Out of the teeth of Emulation.
If thou reade this, O Cafar y thou mayeft liue;
If not, the Fates with Traitors do contriue. Exit.
Enter Portia and Lucius.
Por. I prythe^ Boy,run to the Senate-houle,
Stay not to anfwer me, but get thee gone.
Why doeft thou ftay ?
Luc* To know my errand Madam.
Por. I would haue had thee there and heere agen
£re I can tell thee what thou Ihould'ft do there :
0 Conftancie, be ftrong vpon my fide,
Set a huge Mountaine'tweene my Heart and Tongue :
1 haue a mans minde, but a womans might :
How hard it is for women to keepe counfell.
Art thou heere yet?
Luc. Madam,what Ihould I do?
Run to the Capitoll,and nothing elfe ?
And fo returne to you,and nothing elfe ?
Por. Yes, bring me word Boy, if thy Lord look well,
For he went fickly forth : and take good note
What Cafar doth, what Sutors prefle to him.
Hearke Boy,what noyfe is that?
Luc. I heare none Madam.
Por. Prythee liftcn well :
I heard a bufsling Rumor like a Fray,
And the winde brings it from the Capitoll.
Luc. Sooth Madam, I heare nothing.
Enter the Soothfayer.
Por. Come hither Fellow, which way haft thou bin ?
Sooth. At mine owne houfe,good Lady.
Per. What is*t a clocke ?
Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady.
Por. Is Cafar yet gone to the Capitoll ?
Sooth. Madam not yet, I go to take my ftand.
To fee him palTe on to the Capitoll.
Por, Thou haft feme fuite to Cafaryhz^ thou not?
Sooth, That I haue Lady,if it will pleafe Cafar
To be fo good to CafaryZ^ to heare me :
I fliall befeech him to befriend himfelfe.
Por. Why know'ft thou any harme's intended to¬
wards him ?
Sooth. None that I know will be,
Much that I feare may chance :
Good morrow to you : heere the ftreet is narrow :
The throng that followes Cafar zt the heeles,
,0f Senators, of Praetors, common Sutors,
Will crowd a feeble man (almoft) to death ;
lie get me to a place more voyd, and there
Speake to great Cafar as he comes along* . Exit
for. I muft go in :
Aye me / How weake a thing
The heart of woman is? O Brutusy
The Heauens fpeede thee in thine enterprize.
Sure the Boy heard me ; Brutus hath a fuite
That Cafar will not grant. O, I grow faint :
Run LuciuSy and commend me to my Lord,
Say I am merry ; Come to me*againe,
And bring me word what he doth fay to thee. Exeunt
A6lus Tertius.
Fhuriß}.
Snter Cafar,"Brulus, Cajjius, Cailla., Deems, Metellus, Tre-
tonius, Cynna, Antmy, Lepidus, Artimederus, Pub^
Husband the Soothfayer.
Ceef. The Ides of March are come.
Sooth. I Qafar, but not gone.
Art. Haile Ceefar : Read this Scedule.
Deci. TrebonitiS doth delire you to ore-read
(At your beft leyfure)this his humble fuite.
Art. O Cafar, reade mine firft : for mine's a fuite
That'touches Cafar neerer. Read it great Cafar.
Caf. What touches vs our felfe,lhall be lart leru'd.
Art. Delay not Cafar, read it inftantly.
Caf. What, is the fellow mad ?
Pub. Sirra,giue place.
CaJJt. What,vrge you your Petitions in the ftreet?
Come to the Capitoll.
Popa. I wllh your enterprize to day may thriue.
Cafp. What enterprize Popillitu ?
Popa. Fare you well.
'Bru. What faid PopUlius Lena}
Caffi. He wilht to day our enterprize might thriue :
I feare our purpofe is difcouered.
Bru. Looke how he makes to Cafar-, marke him.
Caß. Ca¿\a be fodaine,for we feare preuention.
Brutus what fliall be done? If this be knowne,
Caßiui or Qafar neuer fliall turne backe.
For I will flay my felfe.
Bru. Caffiuó be conftant:
PopilHtu Lena fpeakes not of our purpofes.
For looke he fmiles, and Cafar doth not change.
Cafft. Trebonius knowes his time : for look you Brutus
He drawes MarJ^ Antony out of the way.
Deel. Where is Metellm Cimber, let him go.
And prefently preferre his fuite to Cafar,
Bru. He is addreft ; prefle neere,and fécond him.
Cm. Caska, you are the firft that reares your hand.
Caf. Are we all ready? What is now amilTe,
That Cafar and his Senate muft redrelTe ?
Metei. Mo& high,moft mighty, and moft puifant Cafar
Metellui Cymber throwes before thy Seate
An humble heart.
Caf. I muft preuent thee Cymber-.
Thele couchings,and thefe lowly courtefies
•Might fire the blood of ordinary men.
And turne pre-Ordinance,and firft Decreej
Inro the lane of Children. Be not fond.
To thinke that Cafar beares fuch Rebell blood
That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth Fooles, 1 meane fweet words,
Low-crooked-curtfies, and bafe Spaniell fawning:
Thy Brother by decree is banilhed :
If thou doeft bend, and pray,and fawne for him,
1 fpurne thee like a Curre out of my way :
Know, Cafar doth not wrong, nor without caufe
Will he be fatisfied.
Metel.\% there no voyce more worthy then my owne.
To
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To found more fweetly in great Cajan eare,
for the repealing of my banilh'd Brother ?
Bru, 1 kifle thy hand, but not in flattery Cajar :
Deliring thee, that Publm Cymber may
Haue an immediate freedome of repeaie.
Caf, What Brutus}
CaJJt, Pardon Cafar : Cafar pardon :
As lowe as to thy foote doth C^ßtus fall,
To begge infranchiiement for fublius Cymber,
CaJ. I could be well mou'd, if 1 were as you,
If I could pray to mooue, Prayers would mooue me :
But I am conftant as the Northerne Starre,
Of whofe true flxt, and telling quality.
There is no fellow in the Firmament.
The Skies are painted with vnnumbred fparkes,
They are all Fire, and euery one doth Ihine ;
But, there's but one in all doth hold his place.
So, in the Worldj 'Tis furnifliM well with Men,
And Men are Flelh and Blood,and apprehenflue j
Yet in the number, I Jo know but One
That vnaflTayleable holds on his Ranke,
Vnlhak'd of Motion : and that I am he.
Let me a little ihew it, euen in this :
That I was conftant Cymber Ihould be banilh'd,
And conftant do remaine to keepe him fo.
Cinna, O Qajar.
I Caf Hence: Wilt thou lift vp Olympus?
Decius^ Great Cafar,
I Caf. Doth not fBrutus bootlefle kneele ?
Casl(. Speake hands for me.
I They ßab Cafar.
Caf StTu'BrutèP Then fallDyes
Cin. Liberty, Freedome ; Tyranny is dead.
Run hence, proclaime, cry it about the Streets.
Caß. Some to the common Pulpits,and cry out
Liberty, Freedome, and Enfranchifement,
Bru. People and Senators, be not affrighted :
Fly not, ftand ftill : Ambitions debt is paid.
Casl{. Go to the Pulpit Brutus,
Dec. And Caßus too.
^ra. Where's Publius}
Cin, Heere, quite confounded with this mutiny.
Met. Stand fail together, leaft fome Friend of Cafars
Should chance
Bru. Talke not of ftanding. good cheere.
There is no harme intended to your perfon,
Nor to no Roman elfe: fo tell them Publius.
Caß. And leaue vs PubliuSy leaft that the people
Ruihing on vs, Ihould do your Age fome milchiefe.
^ru. Do fo, and let no man abide this deede,
But we the Doers.
Snter Trebon'ius^
Caß. Where is Antony ?
Treb. Fled to his Houfe amaz'd:
Men, Wiues,and Children,ftare,cry out, and run.
As it were Doomefday.
Bru, Fates,we will know your pleafures :
That we ftiall dye we know, 'tis but the time
And drawing day£s out, that men ftand vpon*
Casl{. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,
Cuts ofl* fo many yeares of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit :
So are we Cafars Friends, that haue abridg'd
His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, ftoope.
And let vs bathe our hands in Cafars blood
Vp to the Elbowes, and befmeare our Swords:
Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,
And wauing our red Weapons oVe our heads, |
Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.. ,
Caß. Stoop then,and waih • How many Ages hence |
Shall this our lofty Scene be afled ouer, (
In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne? |
fBru. How many times lhall Cafar bleed in fport.
That now on Pompeyes Bafis lye along.
No worthier then the duft?
Caß, So oft as that ihall be,
So often ihall the knot of vs be call'd,
The Men that gaue their Country liberty.
T)ec. What,lhall we forth?
Caß. I, euery man away.
Brutus lhall leade, and we will grace his heeles
With the moll boldell,and bell hearts of Rome.
Enter a Seruant.
Bru. Soft,who comes heere? A friend of Antonies.
Ser. Thus Brutus did my Mailer bid me kneele j
Thus did Mar}(^ ^Antony bid me fall downe.
And being proftrate, thus he bad me fay :
Brutus is Noble, Wife, Valiant,and Honeft ;
Cafar was Mighty, Bold,Royali,and Louing :
Say, I loue Brutus^zná I honour him ;
Say, I fear'd Cafar^ honour'd him,and lou'd him.
If Brutus will vouchfafe, that Antony
May fafely come to him, and be refolu'd
How Cafar hath deferu'd to lye in death,
M.arh^ Antony,^ lhall not loue Cafar dead
So well as Brutus liuing 3 but will follow
The Fortunes and Affayres of Noble BrutuSy 1
Thorough the hazards of this vntrod State,
With all true Faith. So fayes my Mafter Antony.
Brut Thy Mailer is a Wife and Valiant Romane,
I neuer thought him werfe :
Tell him, fo pleafe him come vnto this place
He lhall be fatisfled : and by my Honor
Depart vntouch'd.
Ser, He fetch him prefently. Exit Seruant.
Bru. ,1 know that we lhall haue him well to Friend.
Qc'ßt' I wilh we may : But yet haue I a minde
That feares him much :and my mifgiuing ftill
Falles Ihrewdly to the purpofe.
Snter Antony.
Bru. But heere comes Antony :
'Welcomt Marl^Antony.
Ant. O mighty Cafar j Doll thou lye fo lowe ?
Are all thy Conquefts,Glories,Triumphes,Spoiles,
Shrunke to this little Meafure?Fare thee well.
I know not Gentlemen what you intend.
Who elfe mull be let blood, who elfe is ranke :
If I my felfe, there is no houre fo fit
As Cafars deaths houre j nor no Inftrument
Of hälfe that worth, as thofe your Swords; made rich
With the moll Noble blood of all this World.
I do befeech yee, if you beare me hard.
Now, whim your purpled hands do leeke and fmoake,
Fulfill your pleafure. Liue a thoufand yeeres,
I lhall not finde my felfe fo apt to dye.
No place will pleafe me fo, no meane of death,
As heere by Cafaty and by you cut off,
The Choice and Mafter Spirits of this Age.
Bru. O Antony I Begge not your death of vs :
Though now we mull appeare bloody and cruell,
As by our hands, and this our prefent Adle
You fee we do : Yet fee you but our hands,
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And this, the bleeding buhnefle they haue dore:
Our hearts you fee not, they are pittifuJl :
And pitty to the general! wrong of Rome,
As fire driues out fire, fo pitty, pitty
Hath done this deed on Ceejar. For your part.
To you, our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony :
Our Armes in ftrength of malice, and our Hearts
Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in.
With all kinde loue, good thoughts,and reuerence.
Ca^ Your voyce fiiall be as ftrong as any mans.
In the difpofing of new Dignities.
£ru. Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd
The Multitude, befide themfelues with feare.
And then, we will deliuer you the caufe,
Why I, that did loue C^ar when I ftrooke him.
Haue thus proceeded.
Ant. I doubt not of your Wifedome :.
Let each man render me his bloody hand.
Flrft oMarcui Brutm will I (hake with you ;
Next Caim Caßu4 do I take your hand ;
Now Deciui Brutus yours; now yours Metellus ;
Yours Cinna-, and my valiant yours;
Though laft, not leaft in loue, yours good Trebonius ,
Gentlemen all : Alas, what fiiall I fay.
My credit now ftands on fuch flippery ground.
That one of two bad wayes you muft conceit me.
Either a Coward, or a Flatterer. "
That I did loue thee Cafar, O 'tis true : '
If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now.
Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death.
To fee thy Antony making his peace.
Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes ?
Moft Noble, in the prefence of thy Coarfe,
Had I as many eyes, as thou haft wounds.
Weeping as fallas they ftreame forth thy blood.
It would become me better, then to clofe
In tearmes of Friendfliip with thine enemies.
Pardon me lulius, heere lyas't thou bay'd braue Hart,
Heere did'ft thou fall,and heere thy Hunters Hand
Sign'd in thy Spoyle,and Crimfon'd in thy Lethee.
O World ¡thou waft the Forreft to this Hart,
And this indeed, O World, the Hart of thee.
How like a Deere, ftroken by many Princes,
Doft thou heere lye }
Caß. Mark Antony,
Ant. Pardon me Caius Caßtu ;
The Enemies of Cafar, fiiall fay this:
Then, in a Friend, it is cold Modeftie.
Caß. I blame you not for praifing Caßr fo.
But what compaâ meane you to haue with vs ?
Will you be prick'd in number of our Friends,
Or fiiall we on, and not depend on you?
Ant. Therefore I tooke your hands,but was indeed
Sway'd from the point, by looking downe on Cafar,
Friends am I with you all, and loue you all,
Vpon this hope, that you fiiall giue me Reafons,
Why,and wherein, Cafar was dangerous.
Bru. Or elfe were this a fauage Spedacle :
Our Reafons are fo full of good regard.
That were you Antony, the Sonne of Cafar,
You fiiould be fatisfied.
Ant. That's all I feeke,
And am moreouer futor, that I may
Produce his body to the Market-place,
And in the Pulpit as becomes a Friend,
Speake in the Order of his Funeral!.
Bru. You fiiall Marke Antony.
Caß. "Brutus,Ol word with you :
You know not what you do; Do not confent
That Antony fpeake in his Funeral!:
Know you how much the people may be mou'd
By that which he will vtter.
Bru, By your pardon :
I will my felfe into the Pulpit firft.
And fiiew the reafon of our Cafars death.
What Antony fiiall fpeake, I will proteft
He fpeakes by leaue,and by permifsion:
And that we are contented Cafar fiiall
Haue all true Rites,and lawful! Ceremonies,
It fiiall aduantage more, then do vs wrong.
Caß, I know not what may fall, I like it not.
Bru. eMark tAntony, heere take you Cafars body :
You fiiall not in your Funerall fpeech blame vs.
But fpeake all good you can deuife of Cafar,
And. lay you doo't by our permifsion ;
Elfe fiiall you not haue any hand at all
About his Funerall. And you fiiall fpeake
In the fame Pulpit whereto I am going.
After my fpeech is ended.
Ant. Be it fo :
I do delire no more.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow vs. Exeunt,
Manet Antony.
O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth :
That I am meeke and gentle with thefe Butchers.
Thou art the Ruines of the Nobleft man
That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
Woe to the hand that filed this coftly Blood.
Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophefie,
(Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,
"To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)
A Curfe fiiall light vpon the limbes of men j
Domefticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill|ftrife,
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ;
Blood and deftruflion fiiall be fo in vfe.
And dreadful! Obiefls fo familiar.
That Mothers fiiall but fmile.when they behold
Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:
All pitty choak'd with cuftome of fell deeds.
And Cafars Spirit ranging for Reuenge,
With Ate by his fide,come hot from Hell,
Shall in thefe Confines, with a Monarkes voyce.
Cry hauocke, and let flip the Dogges of Warre,
That this foule deede, fiiall fmell aboue the earth
With Carrion men,groaning for Burial!.
Enter Oftauio's Seruant.
You ferue Oifauitu Cafar, do you not?
Ser. I do Marke Antony.
Ant. Ct^far did write for him to come to Rome.
Ser. He did receiue his Letters,and is comming.
And bid me fay to you by word of mouth——
O Cafar !
Ant. Thy heart is bigge : get thee a-part and weepe:
Pafsion I fee is catching from mine eyes.
Seeing thofe Beads of forrow Hand in thine.
Began to water. Is thy Mailer comming ?
Ser. He lies to night within feuen Leagues of Rome.
Ant. Poll backe with fpeede.
And tell him what hath chanc'd :
Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
No Rome of fafety for Ofiauius yet.
Hie hence, and tell him fo. Yet Hay a-while.
Thou
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Thou (halt not backe, till I haue borne this courfe
Into the Market place : There (hall I try
In my Oration,how the People take
The cruell KTue of thefe bloody men,
According to the which, thou (halt difcourfe
To yong Oflauiui, of the (late of things.
Lend me your hand. Exeunt
Snter Brut tu an J goes into the Pulpit ¡and CaJJi-
tu y with the Plebeians.
Pie. We will be fatisfied : let vs be (itisfied.
'Bru. Then follow me, and glue me Audience firiends.
Cajßtu go you into the other ftreete.
And part the Numbers :
Thole that will heare me fpeake, let 'em ftay heere ;
Thofe that will follow CaJJitu,%o with him.
And publike Reafons (hall be rendred
Of Cee/ars death.
s.Ple. I will heare Brutus fpeake.
2. I will heare Caßus, 3nd compare their Realbns,
When feuerally we heare them rendred.
3. The Noble Brutus is afcended: Silence.
Bru. Be patient till the lall.
Romans, Countrey-men, and Louers, heare mee for my
caufe, and be (ilent, that you may heare. Beleeue me fur
mine Honor, and haue refpefl to mine Honor, that you
may beleeue. Cenfure me in your Wifedom, and awake
your Senfes, that you may the better ludge. If there bee
any in this AlTembly, any deere Friend of Cafars, to him
1 £iy, that Brutus loue to Cafar, was no lelTe then his. If
then, that Friend demand, why 'Brutus role againft Ca-
far, this is my anfwer : Not that I lou'd Cafar leflê, but
that I lou'd Rome more. Had you rather Cafar were li¬
ning, and dye all Slaues; then that Cafar were dead, to
Hue all Free-men ? As Cafar lou'd mee, I weepe for him ;
as he was Fortunate, I reioyce at it ; as he was Valiant, I
honour him : But, as he was Ambitious, I (lew him.There
isTeares, for his Loue : loy, for his Fortune : Honor, for
his Valour : and Death, for his Ambition. Who is heere
fo bafe, that would be a Bondman.' If any,fpeak,for him
haue I oflTended. Who is heere fo rude, that would not
be a Roman.' If any,fpeak, for him haue I olTended. Who
is heere fo vile, that will not loue his Countrey ? If any,
fpeake, for him haue I offended. I paufe for a Reply.
.All, None Btuttu, none.
Brutus. Then none haue I offended. I haue done no
more to Cafar,thet\ you (hall do to 'Brutus. The Quefti-
on of his death, is inroll'd in the Capitoll : his Glory not
extenuated, wherein he was worthy; nor his offences en-
• forc'd, for which he fuflfered death.
Enter c^arH yintony, nith Cafars body.
Heere comes his Body, mourn'd by MarXe Antony, who
though he had no hand in his death, fhall receiue the be-
nefit of his dying, a place in the Comonwealth, as which
of you (hall not. With this I depart, that as I (lewe my
beft Louer for the good of Rome, I haue the fame Dag¬
ger for my felfe.when it fhall pleafe my Country to need
my death.
Ml. Liue 'Bruttu, Hue, Hue.
1. Bring him with Triumph home vnto his houfe.
2. Giue him a Statue with his Anceftors.
3. Let him be Cafar.
4. Cafars better parts.
Shall be Crown'd in Brutus.
t. Wee'l bring him to his Houfe,
With Showts and Clamors.
Bru. My Country-men.
2. Peace,filence, Bruttu fpeakes.
I. Peace ho.
Bru. Good Countrymen, let me depart alone.
And (for my fake)ftay heere with Antony :
Do grace to Cafars Corpes,and grace bis Speech
Tending to Cafars Glocie3,which Mar^e Antony
(By our permiifion) is allow'd to make.
I do intreat you,not a man depart,
Saue I alone, till Antony haue fpoke. Exit
I Stay ho,and let vs heare
3 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire,
Wee'l heare him ; Noble Antony go vp.
Ant. For Bruttu fake, I am beholding to you.
4 What does he fay of Brutus ?
3 He fayes,for RrWi« fake
He findes himfelfe beholding to vs all.
4 'Twere beft he fpeake no harme of Bruttu heere ?
1 This Cafar was a Tyrant.
3 Nay that's certaine :
We are bleft that Rome is rid of him.
2 Peace, let vs heare what Antony can fay.
Ant. You gentle Romans.
All. Peace hoe, let vs heare him.
a^n.Friends,Romans,Countrymen,lend me your ears:
I come to bury Cafar, not to praife him :
The euill that men do. Hues after them.
The good is oft enterred with their bones.
So let it be with Cafar. The obit'Bruttu,
Hath told you Cafar was Ambitious :
If it were fo, it was a greeuous Fault,
And greeuoufly hath Cafar anfwer'd it.
Heere, vnder leaue of Brutus ,zni the reft
(For Brutus is an Honourable man.
So are they all; all Honourable men)
Come I to fpeake in Cafars Funerall.
He was my Friend, faith(bll,and iuft to me ;
But Brutus fayes,he was Ambitious,
And Brutus is an Honourable man.
He hath brought many Captiues home to Rome,
Whofe Ranfomes, did the generali Coffers fill :
Did this in Cafar feeme Ambitious ?
When that the poore haue cry'de. Cafar hath wept:
Ambition (hould be made of fterner ftuffe.
Yet Brutus fayes, he was Ambitious :
And Brutus is an Honourable man.
You all did fee, that on the Lupercall,
I thrice prefented him a Kingly Crowne,
Which he did thrice refufe. Was this Ambition.'
Yet Brutus fayes, he was Ambitious :
And fure he is an Honourable man.
1 fpeake not to difprooue what Brutus fpoke.
But heere I am, to fpeake what I do know ;
You all did loue him once, not without caufe.
What caufe with-holds you then, to mourne for him ?
O lodgement ! thou are fted to brutifh Beafts,
And Men haue loft their Reafon. Beare with me.
My heart is in the CoflSn there with Cafar,
And I muft pawfe, till it come backe to me.
1 Me thinkes there is much reafon in his fayings.
2 If thou confidcr rightly of the matter.
Cafar ha's had great wrong. (his place.
3 Ha's hee Maliers.' I feare there will a worfe come in
1 1 4 Marke
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4. Mark'd ye his words? he would not take y Crown,
Therefore 'tis certaine,he was not Ambitious.i
1. If it be found fo, fome will deere abide it.
2. Foore foule, his eyes are red as fire with weeping.
3. There's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony.
4. Now marke him, he begins againe to fpeake.
Ant. But yefterday, the word of Cajar might 1
Haue flood againfl the World •. Now lies he there.
And none fo poore to do him reuerence.
0 Maifters ¡ If I were difpos'd to flirre
Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage,
1 Ihould do 'Brutué wrong, and Cnßui wrong:
Who (you all know) are Honourable men.
I will not do them wrong : 1 rather choole
To wrong the dead, to wrong my felfe and you.
Then I will wrong fuch Honourable men.
But heere's a Parchment, with the Seale oíC¿eJar,
I found it in his Cloflet, 'tis his Will :
Let but the Commons heare this Teflament ;
f Which pardon me) I do not meane to reade.
And they would go and kilTe dead Ctejars wounds.
And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood ;
Yea, begge a haire of him for Memory,
And dying, mention it within their Willes,
Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie
Vnto their ilTue.
4 Wee'l heare the Will,reade it Mar^e Antony.
I All. The Will, the Will; we will heare Coejars Will.
Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends,! muft not read it.
It is not meete you know how Ciejar lou'd you :
You are not Wood, you are not Stones, but men :
And being men, hearing the Will of Coefar,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad ;
'Tis good you know not that you are his Heires,
For if you Ihould, O what would come of it ?
! 4 Read the Will, wee'l heare it Antony ;
You lhall reade vs the Will, Cafars Will.
Ant. Will you be Patient? Will you flay a-while?
I haue o're-fliot my felfe to tell you of it,
I feare I wrong the Honourable men,
Whofe Daggers haue flabb'd Coejar ; I do feare it.
4 They were Traitors : Honourable men ?
I All. The Will,the Teflament.
2 They were Villaines,Murderers:the Will, read the
■ Will.
Ant. You will compelí me then to read the Will :
Then make a Ring about the Corpes of CaJar,
\ And let me Ihew you him that made the Will :
Shall I defcend? And will you glue me leaue ?
All. Come downe.
2 Defcend.
3 You lhall haue leaue.
I 4 A Ring, fland round.
1 Stand from the Hearfe, Hand from the Body.
2 Roome for Antony, mofl Noble Antony.
1 Ant. Nay prefle not fo vpon me, fland farre olF.
I All. Stand backe; roome,beare backe.
Ant. If you haue teares .prepare to Ihed them now.
You all do know this Mantle, I remember
The firfl time euer Cafar put it on,
'Twas on a Summers Eucning in his Tent,
That day he ouercame XheNeruy,
Looke,in this place ran Cafftut Dagger through :
See what a rent the enuiuus Ca¿ka made :
Through this, the wel-beloued Urutui flabb'd.
And as he pluck'd his curfcd Steele away :
Marke how the blood of Cafar followed it.
As rulhing out of doores, to be refolu'd
If Rruraafo vnkindely knock'd,orno :
For 1Brutiu,zs you know,was Cafars Angel.
ludge,0 you Gods,how deerely Cafar lou'd him: '
This was the mofl vnkindeft cut of all. I
For when the Noble Cafar faw him flab,
Ingratitude, more ftrong then Traitors armes.
Quite vanquilh'd him;then burfl his Mighty heart, ,
And in his Mantle, muffling vp his face,
Eucn at the Bafe of Pompeyet Statue
(Which all the while ran blood)great Cafar fell.
O what a fall was there,my Countrymen?
Then I,and you,and all of vs fell downe,
Whil'ft bloody Treafon flourilh'd ouer vs.
0 now you weepe, and I perceiue you feele
The dint of pitty : Thefe are gracious droppes.
Kinde Soules,what weepe you,when you but behold
Our Cafars Veflure wounded ? Looke you heere,
Heere is Himfelfe,marr'd as you fee with Traitors.
1. O pitteous fpeilacle !
2. O Noble Cafar'. '
3. O wofull day !
4. O Traitors, Villaines !
1. O mofl bloody light!
2. We will be reueng'd : Reuenge i
About, feeke, burne, fire, kill, flay.
Let not a Traitor liue. 1
Ant. Stay Country-men.
1. Peace there,heare the Noble Antony.
2. Wee'l heare him, wee'l follow him, wee'l dy with
him. (you vp
Ant. Good Friends,fweet Friends, let me not flirte
To fuch a fodaine Flood of Mutiny :
They that haue done this Deede,are honourable. |
What priuate greefes they haue, alas I know not, 1
That made them do it : They are Wife,and Honourable, |
And will no doubt with Reafons anfwer you.
1 come not (FriendsJ to fleale away your hearts,
I am no Orator, as 'Brutus is ;
But (as you know me all) a plaine blunt man
That loue my Friend, and that they know full well.
That gaue me publike leaue to fpeake of him:
For I haue neyther writ nor words, nor worth, 1
Ailion, nor Vtterance, nor the power of Speech,
To flirre mens Blood. I onely fpeake right on : I
I tell you that, which you your felucs do know, 1
Shew you fweet Cafars wounds, poor poor dum mouths I
And bid them fpeake for me : But were I "Brutus,
And "Brutus Antony, there were an Antony j
Would ruffle vp your Spirits,and put a Tongue ^
In euery Wound of Cafar, that Ihould moue >
The flones of Rome, to rife and Mutiny.
nAll. Wee'l Mutiny.
I Wee'l burne the houfe of Brutus.
3 Away then, come,feeke the Confpirators.
Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen,yet heare me fpeake
All, Peace hoe,heare Antony,moñt^oh\e Antony.
Ant.Why Friends,you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Cafar thus deferu'd your loues?
Alas you know not, I muft tell you then : 1
You haue forgot the Will I told you of, ,
All, Mofl true,the Will,let's flay and heare the Wil. |
Ant. Heere is the Will,and vnder Cafars Seale: I
To euery Roman Citizen he giues, '
To euery feuerall man,feuenty fiue Drachmaes.
2. PU.
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Î PU. Moft Noble Cafarreuenge his death.
3 PU. O Royall Cafar.
Ant. Heare me with patience.
All. Peace hoe
Ant. Moreouer, he hath left you all his Walkes,
His prluate Arbors, and new-planted Orchards,
On this fide Tyber, he hath left them you,
And to your heyres for euer : common pleafores
To walke abroad, and recreate your felues.
Heere was a Cafar: when comes fuch another?
I.PU. Neuer,neuer : come,away,away :
Wee'l burne his body in the holy place.
And with the Brands fire the Traitors houfes.
Take vp the body.
i.PU. Go fetch fire.
j.PU. Plucke downe Benches.
\.PU, Plucke downe Formes, Windowes,any thing.
Exit Plebeians.
Ant. Now let it worke : Miicheefe thou art a-foot.
Take thou what courfe thou wilt.
How now Fellow i
Enter Seruant.
Ser. Sir, Oifauitti Is already cogue to Rome.
Ant. Where is hee ?
Ser. He and Lepidui are at Cafars houfe.
Ant. And thither will I ftraight,to vifit him :
He comes vpon a wiih. Fortune is merry.
And in this mood will glue vs any thing.
Ser, I heard him fay, Bruises and Caßsef
Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome.
Ant. Belike they had fome notice of the people
How 1 had moued them. Bring me to Ociauius. Exeunt
Enter Qinna the Poet,and after him the Plebeians.
Cinna. I dreamt to night, that I did feaft with Cafar,
And things vnluckily charge my Fantafie :
I haue no will to wander foorth of doores.
Yet fomething leads me foorth.
1. What is your name ?
Í. Whether are you going ?
3. Where do you dwell ?
4, Are you a married man,or a Batchellor?
2. Anfwer euery man direÄly.
I. I,and breefely,
4. l,and wifely.
3. I,and truly, you were beft.
Cin. What is my namef Whether am I going?Where
do I dwell? Am I a married man, or a Batchellour ? Then
to anfwer euery man, direflly and breefely, wifely and
truly : wifely I fay, I am a Batchellor.
a That's as much as to fay, they are fooles that mar¬
rie : you'l beare me a bang for that I feare : proceede di-
reflly. >
Cinna, DirefHy I am going to Cafars Funerall.
1. As a Friend, or an £nemy ?
Cinna. As a friend.
2. That matter is anfwered direíHy.
4. For your dwelling : breefely.
Cinna. Breefely,I dwell by the Capitoll.
3. Your name fir,truly.
Cinna. Truly, my name is Cinna.
I. Teare him to peeces, hee's a Confpirator. ^
Gnna. I am Cinna the Poet,I am Gnna the Poet.
4. Teare him for his bad verfes, teare him for his bad
Verfes.
Cin. I am not Cinna the Confpirator.
4. It is no matter, his name's Cinna, plucke but his
name out of his heart, and turne him going.
3. Teare him, tear him; Come Brands hoe,Firebrands:
to 'Bruises, to Caßses, burne all. Some to Decises Houfe,
and fome to Casi^a's-, fome to Lsgarius ; Away, go.
Exeunt all the Plebeians.
Adius Quartus.
Enter Antony.¡QEiauitu.^and LepidtdS.
AntJThtit many then ihall die, their names are prickt
0<f?<2.Your Brother too muft dye;confent you Ltpidu¿ ?
Lep, I do confent.
Oéia. Pricke him downe Antony.
Lep. Vpon condition PuhVm ihall not Hue,
Who is your Sifters Tonne, Marine Antony.
Ant. He ihall not Hue; looke, with a Tpot 1 dam him.
But LepiduSy go you to Cafars houfe :
Fetch the Will hither, and we ihall determine
How to cut off fome charge in Legacies.
Lep. What? ihall I finde you heere ?
Oâia. Or heere, or at the Capitoll. Exit Lepidus
Ant. This is a flight vnmeritable man,
Meet to be fent on Errands : is it fit
The three-fold World diuided, he fliould ftand^
One of the three to ihare itf
OEia, So you thought him.
And tooke his voyce who ihould be prickt to dye
In our blacke Sentence and Pro6:ription.
Ant. 0£}au'iuiy*\ haue feene more dayes then you,
And though we lay thefe Honours on this man,
To eafe our felues of diuers flandVous loads,
He ihall but beare them, as the AiTe beares Gold,
To groane and fwet vnder the Bufineife,
Either led or driuen,as we point the way :
And hauing brought our Treafure,where we will,
Then take we downe his Load,and turne him oñ
(Like to the empty Aire)to ihake his eares,
And graze in Commons.
O^a. You may do your will :
But hee^s a tried, and valiant Souldier.
Ant, So is my Horfe OElauiuSy and for that
I do appoint him ftore of Prouender.
It is a Creature that I teach to fight.
To winde, to ftop, to run diredlly on :
His corporall Motion, gouern'd by my Spirit,
And in fome tafte, is Lepidus but fo ;
He muft be taught, and train'd,and bid go forth :
A barren fpirited Fellow} one that feeds
On Obieéls, Arts, and Imitations.
Which out of vfe, and ftal'de by other men
Begin his fafliion. Do not talke of him,
But as a property : and now OSIauiuSy
Liften great things. Brntuó and Caffm
Are leuying Powers; We muft ftraight make head :
Therefore let our Alliance be combined,
Our beft Friends made, our meanes ftretcht,
And let vs prcfently go fit in Councell,
How couert matters may be beft difclosM,
And open Perils fureft anfwered.
OSfa» Let vs do fo ; for we are at the ftake,
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And bayed about with many Enemies,
And fome that fmile haue in their hearts I feare
Millions of Mifcheefes. Exeunt
^rum. Enter Brutus ^ LuciUius^ and the Army^ Utinim
and Pindarm meete them.
^ru. Stand ho,
Lucil. Glue the word ho, and Stand.
Bru. What now Lucillm^\% Caßus neere ?
Lucil, He is at hand, and Pindarus is come
To do you falutation from his Marter.
^ru. He greets me well. Your Marter Pindartu
In his owne change, or by ill Ofrtcers,
Hath giuen me fome worthy caufc to wiih
Things done, vndone : But if he be at hand
1 Ihall be fatisñed.
Pin. I do not doubt
But that my Noble Marter will appeare
Such as he is, full of regard, and Honour.
Bru. He is not doubted. A word Lucillius
How he recciu*d you : let me be refolu^d.
Lucil. With courteiie,and with refpeél enough,
But not with fuch familiar inrtances,
Nor with fuch free and friendly Conference
As he hath vs*d of old.
Bru. Thou haft defcrib'd
A hot Friend, cooling : Euer note LucilliuSy
When Loue begins to (icken and decay
It vfeth an enforced Ceremony.
There are no trickes, in plaine and fimple Faith :
But hollow men, like Horfes hot at hand.
Make gallant lhew,and promife of their Mettle :
Lore March vrithin.
But when they ihould endure the bloody Spurre,
They fall their Crefts, and like dcceitfull lades
Sinke in the Triall. Comes his Army on ?
Lucil.l^hey meane this night in Sardis to be quartered:
The greater part, the Horfe in generali
Are come with Caßm.
Enter Caßius and hü Powers.
Bru. Hearke, he is arriu'd ;
March gently on to meete him.
Caß. Stand ho.
Bru. Stand ho, fpeake the word along.
Stand.
Stand.
Stand.
Caß. Moft Noble Brother,you haue done me wrong.
Bru. ludge me you Godsj wrong I mine Enemies.^
And if not fo, how ihould I wrong a Brother.
Caß.BrutiU^ this fober forme of yours, hides wrongs.
And when you do them
Brut. CaßiuSj be content,
Speake your greefes foftly, I do know you well.
Before the eyes of both our Armies heere
(Which ihould perceiue nothing but Loue from vs)
Let vs not wrangle. Bid them moue away :
Then in my Tent Caßm enlarge your Greefes,
And I will glue you Audience,
Gaß. Pindaruiy
Bid our Commanders leade their Charges oft*
A little from this ground.
Bru. Lucilliué^ do you the like, and let no man
Come to our Tent, till we haue done our Conference.
Let Lucius and Titinius guard our doore. Exeunt
Manet Brutus and Caßus.
of Julius Qafar.
Gaß. That you haue wrong'd me, doth appear in this:
You haue condemn'd, and noted Lucita Pel/a
For taking Bribes heere of the Sardians ;
Wherein my Letters,praying on his fide,
Becaufe I knew the man was flighted off.
"Brn. Vou wrong'd your felfe to write in fuch a cafe.
Caß. In fuch a time as this, it is not meet
That euery nice offence fhould beare his Comment.
Bru. Let me tell you Caßui, you your felfe
Are much condemn'd to haue an itching Palme,
To fell,and Mart your Offices for Gold
To Vndeferuers.
Caß. I, an itching Palme ?
You know that you are "Brutm that fpeakes this.
Or by the Gods, this fpeech were elfe your laft.
'Bru. The na'nie of Caßui Honors this corruption.
And Chafticement doth therefore hide his head.
Caß. Chafticement
"Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remeber :
Did not great luliui bleede for luftice fake ?
What Villaine touch'd his body, that did ftab,
And not for luftice.' What? Shall one of Vs,
That ftrucke the Formoft man of all this World,
But for fupporting Robbers : fhall we now,
Contaminate our fingers, with bafe Bribes ?
And fell the mighty fpace of our large Honors
For fo much trafh,as may be grafped thus?
I had rather be a Dogge,and bay the Moone,
Then fuch a Roman.
Caßi. Brutui, balte not me,
He not indure it : you forget your felfe
To hedge me in. I am a Souldier, I,
Older in prailice. Abler then your felfe
To make Conditions.
'Bru. Go too ; you are not Caßui.
Caßi. I am,
'Bru. I fay, you are not.
Caß. Vrge me no more, I fhall forget my felfe :
Haue minde vpon your health : Tempt me no farther.
Bru. Away flight man.
Caßi. Is't poffible ?
'Bru. Heare me, for I will fpeake.
Muft I glue way, and roome to your rafh Choller ?
Shall I be frighted, when a Madman flares f
Caßi. O ye Gods,ye Gods, Muft I endure all this?
Bru. All this? I more : Fret till your proud hart break.
Go fhew your Slaues how Chollericke you are.
And make your Bondmen tremble. Muft I bouge ?
Muft I obferue you ? Muft I ftand and crouch
Vnder your Teftie Humour ? By the Gods,
You fhall digeft the Venom of your Spleene
Though it do Split you. For, from this day forth.
He vfe you for my Mirth, yea for my Laughter
When you are Wafpifh.
Caß. Is it come to this ?
'Bru. You fay, you are a better Souldier ;
Let it appeare fo; make your vaunting true.
And it fhall pleafe me well. For mine owne part,
I fhall be glad to learne of Noble men.
Caß. Y ou wrong me euery way :
You wrong me Brutui :
I faide, an Elder Souldier, not a Better.
Did I fay Better ?
Bru. If you did, I care not. (me.
Caß. When Cafar liu'd,he dürft not thus haue mou'd
íBrBt.Peace,peace,you dürft not fo haue templed him.
Caß.
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Qiffi- I "lufft Jiot.
Bru. No.
Caft. What? dürft not tempt him ?
Bru. For your life you dürft not.
Caß, Do not prefume too much vpon my Loue,
I may do that I lhall be forry for.
'Bru, You haue done that you ihould be forry for.
There is no terror Caffms in your threats ;
For I am Arm'd fo ftrong in Honefty,
That they pafle by me, as the idle winde,
Which I refpefl not. I did fend to you
For certaine fummes of Gold, which you deny'd me.
For I can raife no money by vile meanes :
By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,
And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to taring
From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile tralh
Byanyindireâion. I did fend
To you for Gold to pay my Legions,
Which you deny'd me ; was that done like Caßus ?
Should 1 haue anfwer'd Cuius Cußws fo ?
When Marcus Brutus growes fo Couetous,
To locke fuch Rafcall Counters from his Friends,
Be ready Gods with all your Thunder-bolts,
Dalh him to peeces.
Caß. I deny'd you not.
Bru. You did.
Caßt. I did not. He was but a Foole
That brought my anfwer back.^riifar hath riu'd my hart:
A Friend ftiould beare his Friends infirmities;
But Brutus makes mine greater then they are.
"Bru. I do not, till you praflice them on me.
Caß. You loue me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
C<>ß- A friendly eye could neuer fee fuch faults.
Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare
As huge as high Olympus.
Ctß- Come Antony, and yong OCiauius coTne,\
Reuenge your felues alone on Caßus,
For Caßus is a-weary of the World :
Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,
Check'd like a bondman, all his faults obferu'd.
Set in a Note-booke, learn'd,and con'd by roate
To caft into my Teeth. O I could weepe
My Spirit from mine eyes. There is my Dagger,
And heere my naked Breaft : Within, a Heart
Deererthen Pluto's Mine, Richer then Gold:
If that thou bee'ftaRoman, take it fourth.
I that deny'd thee Gold, will giuemy Heart:
Strike as thou did'ft at Cafar : For 1 know.
When thou did'ft hate him worft, y loued'ft him better
Then euer thou loued'ft Caßus.
Bru. Sheath your Dagger :
Be angry when you will, it lhall haue fcope :
Do what you will, Difhonor, lhall be Humour.
0 Caßus, you are yoaked with a Lambe
That carries Anger, as the Flint beares fire.
Who much inforced, Ihewes a haftie Sparke,
And ftraite is cold agen.
Caß. Hath Caßus liu'd
To be but Mirth and Laughter to his Brutus,
When greefe and blood ill temper'd, vexeth him ?
Bru. When I fpoke that, I was ill remper'd too.s
Caß. Do you confelTe fo much? Giue me your hand.
Bru. And my heart too.
Caß. O Brutus !
Bru. What's the matter ?
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Caß. Haue not you loue enough to beare with me,
When that ralh humour which my Mother gaue me
Makes me forgetfiill.
Bru, Yes Cafsius,ind from henceforth
When you are ouer-earneft with your Brutus,
Hee'l thinkeyour Mother chides, and leaueyou fo.
Enter a Poet.
Poet. Let me go in to fee the Generals,
There is fome grudge betweene 'em, 'tis not meete
They be alone.
Lucii. You lhall not come to them.
Poet. Nothing but death lhall ftay me.
Caf. How now? What's the matter?
Poet. For lhame you Generals; what do you meane ?
Loue,and be Friends,as two fuch men Ihould bee.
For I haue feene more yeeres I'me fure then yee.
Caf. Ha,ha,how vildely doth this Cynicke rime?
Bru. Get you hence firra : Sawcy Fellow,hence.
Caf. Beare with him Brutusftk his falhion.
Brut. He know his humor, when he knowes his time :
What Ihould the Warres do with thefe ligging Fooles ?
Companion, hence.
Caf. A way, away be gone. Exit Poet
Bru. Luc'tllms and Titinius bid the Commanders
Prepare to lodge their Companies to night.
Caf And come your felues,& bring Meßala with you
Immediately to vs.
Bru. Lucius, 2í bowle of Wine.
Caf I did not thinke you could haue bin fo angry.
Bru. O Caßus,I am ficke of many greefes.
Caf Of your Philofophy you make no vfe.
If you giue place toaccidentall euils.
Bru. No man beares forrow better. Portia \s dead.
Caf Hi? Portia?
Bru. She is dead.
Caf. How fcap'd I killing,when I croft you fo ?
0 infupportable, and touching lollè !
Vpon what ficknelTe?
Bru. Impatient of my abfence.
And greefe, that yong OBauius wkh Marl^ Antony
Haue made themfelues fo ftrong : For with her death
That tydings came. With this Ihe fell diftrafi,
And (her Attendants abfent) fwallow'd fire.
Caf, And dy'd fo?
Bru. Euen fo.
Caf. O ye immortall Gods !
• EnterBoywith Wine,andBafers.
Bra. Speak no more of her:Giue me a bowl of wine,
In this I bury all vnkindnefte Cafsius. Drinl^s
Caf. My heart is thirfty for that Noble pledge.
Fill Lucius, till the Wine ore-fwell the Cup :
1 cannot drinke too much of Brutus loue.
Enter Titinius and Meßala.
Brutus. Come in Titinius s
Welcome good sMeßala-.
Now fit we clofe about this Taper heere.
And call in queftion our neceftities.
Caß. Portia, art thou gone ?
Bru, No more I pray you.
Meßala, I haue heere receiued Letters,
That yong Oiiau'tus, and Marlte Antony
Come downe vpon vs with a mighty power.
Bending their Expedition toward Philipfi.
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120 The Tragedle of yulius Q afar.
Mtjf. My felfe haue Letters of the felfe-fame Tenure.
Bru, With what Addition.
Mejf, That by profcription,and billes ofOutlarie,
Oeiawuáj Antony^ and Lepiduá,
Haue put to death, an hundred Senators.
Bru. Therein our Letters do not well agree s
Mine fpealce of feuenty Senators, that dy'de
By their profcriptions, Cicero being one.
CaJJi. Cicero one ?
MeJfa.Cicero is dead,and by that order of proicription
Had you your Letters from your wife, my Lord?
Bru. No Mejfala.
Meßa. Nor nothing in your Letters writ of her ?
Bru. Nothing Meßala.
Meßa. That me thinlces is ftrange.
Bru. Why aske you ?
Heare you ought of her,in yours?
Meßa. No my Lord.
'Bru. Now as you are a Roman tell me true.
(¿Meßa. Then like a Roman, beare the truth I tell.
For certaine íhe is dead,and by ftrange manner.
'Bru. Why farewell Portia; We muft die Meßala :
With meditating that Ihe muft dye once,
I haue the patience to endure it now.
eMeßa. Euen fo great men, great loffes fliold indure.
Caßi. I haue as much of this in Art as you.
But yet my Nature could not beare it fo.
Bru. Well, to our worke aliue. What do you thinke
Of marching to Philippi prefently.
Caß. I do not thinke it good.
Bru. Yourreafon?
Caß. This it is :
'Tis better that the Enemie leeke vs.
So ftiall he wafte his meanes, weary his Souldiers,
Doing himfelfe offence, whil'ft we lying ftill.
Are full of reft, defence,and nimbleneffe.
'Bru.Gooi reafons muft of force giue place to better :
The people 'twixt Philippi, znd this ground
Do ftand but in a forc'd affeélion :
For they haue grug'd vs Contribution.
The Enemy, marching along by them.
By them lhall make a fuller number vp.
Come on refrefht, new added, and encourag'd :
From which aduantage fhall we cut him off.
If at Philippi we do face him there,
Thefe people at our backe.
Caß. Heare me good Brother,
'Bru. Vnder your pardon. You muft note beflde,
That we haue tride the vtmoft of our Friends :
Our Legions are brim full, our caufe is ripe.
The Enemy encreafeth euery day.
We at the height, are readie to decline.
There is a Tide in the aflfayres of men.
Which taken at the Flood, ieades on to Fortune :
Omitted, all the voyage of their life.
Is bound in ShalIowes,and inMiferies.
On fuch a full Sea are we now a-float.
And we muft take the current when it ferues,
Or loofe our Ventures.
Caß. Then with your will go on : wee'l along
Our felues, and meet them at Philippi.
"Bru. The deepe of night is crept vpon our talke.
And Nature muft obey Necellitie,
Which we will niggard with a little reft :
There is no more to fay.
Caß. No more, good night.
Early to morrow will we rife, and hence.
Enter Luciui.
Bru. Lucius my Gowne: farewell good Meßala,
Good night Titinius : Noble, Noble Caßiui,
Good night, and good repofe,
Caß. O my deere Brother :
This was an ill beginning of the night :
Neuer come fuch diuilion 'tweene our foules :
Let it not Brutus.
Enter Lucius with the Gowne.
'Brn. Euery thing is well.
Caß. Good night my Lord.
"Bru. Good night good Brother.
Tit. Meßa. Good night Lord Brutus.
'Bru. Farwell euery one. Sxeunt.
Giue me the Gowne. Where is thy Inftrument ?
Luc. Heere in the Tent.
'Bru. What, thou fpeak'ft drowûly?
Poore knaue I blame thee not, thou art ore-watch'd.
Call Claudio, and fame other of my men.
He haue them fleepe on Culhions in my Tent.
Luc. Varrus,sni Claudio.
Enter Varrus and Claudio.
Var, Cals my Lord ?
'Bru. I pray you firs, lye in my Tent and fleepe,
It may be I fliall raife you by and by
On bufineffe to my Brother Caßus.
Var. So pleafe you, we will ftand.
And watch your plealure.
Bru. I will it not haue it fo : Lye downe good firs,
It may be I lhall otherwife bethinke me.
Looke Lucius, heere's the booke I fought for fo :
I put it in the pocket of my Gowne.
Luc. I was fure your Lordfhip didmot giue it me.
Bru. Beare with me good Boy, I am much forgetfull.
Canft thou hold vp thy heauie eyes a-while,
And touch thy Inftrument a ftraine or two.
Luc. I my Lord, an't pleafe you.
"Bru. It does my Boy :
I trouble thee too much, but thou art willing.
Luc. It is my duty Sir.
'Brut. I Ihould not vrge thy duty paft thy might,
I know yong bloods looke for a time of reft.
Luc. I haue flept my Lord already.
'Bru, It was well done,and thou flialt fleepe againe:
I will not hold thee long. If I do liue,
I will be good to thee.
Mußc\e, and a Song.
This is a fleepy Tune : O Murd'rous flumblerl
Layeft thou thy Leaden Mace vpon my Boy,
That playes thee Muficke ?Gentle knaue good night;
I will not do thee fo much wrong to wake thee :
If thou do'ft nod, t-hou break'ft thy Inftrument,
He take it from thee, and (good Boy )good night.
Let me fee, let me fee; is not the Leafe tum'd downe
Where I left reading ? Heere it is I thinke.
Enter the Ghoß of Cacfar.
How ill this Taper burnes. Ha ! Who comes heerei?
I thinke it is the weakeneffe of mine eyes
That lhapes this monftrous Apparition.
It comes vpon me : Art thou any thing ?
Art thou fome God, fome Angelí, or fome Diuell,
That mak'ft my blood cold, and my haire to ftare ?
Spèake to me, what thou art. '
Ghoß. Thy euill Spirit Brutus ?
Bru, Why com'ft thou ?
Ghoß.
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Ghoß. To tell thee thou ihalt fee me at Philippi.
Brut. Well : then 1 lhall fee thee againe ?
Gbcji, I, at PhWifpi.
Brut. Why 1 will fee thee at Pbilippi then:
Now I haue taken heart, thou vanilheft.
Ill Spirit, I would hold more talke with thee.
Boy, LuciusyVarrui, Claudio, Sirs : Awake :
Claudio.
Luc. The ftrings my Lord, are falfe.
Bru. He thinkes he ftiU is at his Inftrument.
Lucius, awake.
Luc. My Lord.
'Bru. Did'ft thou dreame Lucus, that thou fo cryedlf
out'
Luc. My Lord, I do not know that I did cry.
'Bru. Yes that thou did'ft : Did'ft thou fee any thing?
Luc. Nothing my Lord.
Bru. Sleepe againe Lucius-. Sirra Claudio, Fellow,
Thou: Awake.
Var. My Lord.
Chtu. My Lord.
'Bru. Why did you fo cry out fmSjin your (leepe ?
Both. Did we my Lord
Bru. J : faw you any thing?
Var. No my Lord, 1 faw nothing.
(^lau. Nor I my Lord.
'Bru. Go, and commend me to my Brother Caßus ;
Bid him fet on his Powres betimes be.^ore,
And we will follow.
Both. It lhall be done my Lord. Exeunt
Ahl US Quint us.
Snter OílauhíS,xíntony,and their Army.
Oda. Now Antony, our hopes are anfwered,
You faid the Enemy would not come downe.
But keepe the Hilles and vpper Regions: *
It proues not fo : their battailes are at hand.
They meane to warne vs at Pbilippi heere :
Anfwering before we do demand of them.
Ant. Tut 1 am in their bofomes,and I know
Wherefore they do it : They could be content
To vifit other places,and come downe
With fearefull brauery: thinking by this face
To fallen in our thoughts that they haue Courage ;
But 'tis not fo.
Bnter a Meßenger,
Mef. Prepare you Generals,
The Enemy comes on in gallant Ihew :
Their bloody ligne of Battell is hung out,
And fomething to be done immediately.
.Ant. Odauius, leade your Battaile foftly on
Vpon the left hand of the euen Field.
Oda. Vpon the right hand I, keepe thou the left.
Ant. Why do you crolTe me in this exigent.
Oda. I do not crolfe you : but 1 will do fo. March.
'Drum. Bnter Brutus, Caßius,& their Army. t
Bru. They Hand,and would haue parley.
Cfß- Stand fall Titinius, we mull out and talke.
Oda. Mar\ Antony, lhall we giue ligne of Battalle ?
Ant. No Cafar, we will anfwer on their Charge.
Make forth, the Generals would haue fome words.
Od. Stirre not vntill the Signall.
Bru. Words before blowes : is it fo Countrymen?
Oda. Not that we loue words better,as you do.
Bru.Gooi words are better then bad llrokes Odauiut.
An.ln your bad llrokes 'Brutus, you giue good words
Witnelfe the hole you made in Cafan heart.
Crying long liue, Haile Cafar.
Caß. Antony,
The pollure of your blowes are yet vnknowne ;
But for your words, they rob the Hihla Bees,
And leaue them Hony-lelTe.
Ant. Not ftinglelTe too.
'Bru. O yes, and foundlelTe too :
For you haue llolne their buzzing Antony,
And very wifely threat before you lling.
Ant. Villains : you did not fo, when your vile daggers
Hackt one another in the lides of Cafar ;
You Ihew'd your teethes like Apes,
And fawn'd like Hounds,
And bow'd like Bondmen, killing Cafare feete ;
Whil'ft damned (ftsi^a, like a Curre, behinde
Strooke Cafar on the necke. O you Flatterers.
Caß. Flatterers ? Now 'Brutus thanke your felfe.
This tongue had not offended fo to day.
If Caßus might haue rul'd.
Come, come, the caufe. If arguing make vs fwet.
The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:
Looke, I draw a Sword againft Confpirators,
When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe ?
Neuer till Cafare three and thirtie wounds
Be well aueng'd; or till another Cafar
Haue added llaughter to the Sword of Traitors.
'Brut. Cafar, thou canft not dye by Traitors hands,
Vnlelfe thou bring'ft them with thee.
Oda. So I hope:
I was not borne to dye on 'Brutus Sword.
Bru. O if thou wer't the Nobleft of thy Straine,
Yong-man, thou could'ft not dye more honourable.
Caß. A peeuiHi School-boy, worthies of fuch Honor
loyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.
Ant. Old Caßus ftill.
Oda. Come .Antony : away :
Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.
If you dare fight to day, come to the Field ;
If not, when you haue llomackes.
Exit Odauius, Antony, and Army
Caß. Why now blow winde, fwell Billow,
And Iwimme Barke :
The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard.
'Bru. Ho I.«ci7/;a<,hearke, a word with you.
Lucillius and Meßala fiand forth.
Luc. My Lord.
Caß Meßala.
Meßa. What fayes my Generali ?
Caß. eMeßala,Üi\i is my Birth-day : as this very day
Was Caßua borne. Giue me thy hand Meßala ;
Be thou my witnelfe, that againft my will
(As Pompey was) am I compell'd to fet
Vpon one Battell all our Liberties.
You know, that I held Bpicurus ftrong.
And his Opinion : Now 1 change my minde.
And partly credit things that do prefage.
Comming from Sardis, on our former Enfigne
Two mighty Eaglesfell, and there they pearch'd.
Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands.
Who
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Who to PbUippi heere conforted vs :
This Morning are they fled away,and gone,
And in their fteeds,do Rauens,Crowes, and Kites
Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs
As we were fickely prey ; their lhadowes feeme
A Canopy moft fatall, vnder which
Our Army lies, ready to giue vp tiie Ghofl,
Beleeue not fo.
Gaß. I but beleeue it partly.
For I am freih of rpirit,and refolu'd
To meete all perils, very conftantly.
Bru. Euen fo Lucilliui,
Cafji. Now moft Noble 'Brutai,
The Gods to day ftand friendly, that we may
Loners in peace, leade on our dayes to age.
But fince the affayres of men refts ftill incertaine.
Let's reafon with the worft that may befall.
If we do lofe this Battaile, then is this
The very laft time we lhall fpeake together:
What are you then determined to do ?
Bru. Euen by the rule of that Philofophy,
By which I did blame death
Which he did giue himfelfe, I know not how :
But I do linde it Cowardly, and vile.
For feare of what might fall, fo to preuent
The time of life, arming my felfe with patience.
To ftay the prouidence of fome high Powers,
That gouerne vs below.
Gaß, Then, if we loofe this Battaile,
You are contented to be led in Triumph
Thorow the ftreets of Rome.
Bru. No Caßiui, no :
Thinke not thou Noble Romane,
That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome,
He beares too great a minde. But this fame day
Muft end that worke, the Ides of March begun.
And whether we lhall meete againe, I know not :
Therefore our euerlafting farewell take:
For euer,and for euer, farewell Gaßius,
If we do meete againe, why we ftiall fmile-;
If not, why then this parting was well made.
Gaß. For euer,and for euer, farewell Brutus'.
If we do meete againe, wee'l fmile indeede;
If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then leade on. O that a man might know
The end of this dayes bufinelTe, ere it come :
But it fufhceth, that the day will end.
And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away. Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Brultts and Meßala.
Bru. Ride, ride Meßala, ride and giue thefe Billes
Vnto the Legions, on the other lide.
Ltmd Alarum.
Let them fet on at once : for I perceiue
But cold demeanor in OSiauios wing :
And fodaine pulb giues them the ouerthrow :
Ride, ride Meßala, let them all come downe. Exeunt
Alarums, Enter Gaßtss and Bitinius.
Who hauing fome aduantage on Ociauitu,
Tooke it too eagerly : his Soldiers fell to Ipoyle,
Whil'ft we by Antony are all inclos'd.
Enter Pindarus.
Pind. Fly further oflF my Lord : flye further ofF,
Mar\_ Antony is in your Tents my Lord :
Flye therefore Noble Gaßus, flye farre ofF.
Gaß, This Hill is farre enough. Looke,look Bitinius
Are thofe my Tents where 1 perceiue the fire ?
Bit. They are, my Lord.
Gaß. Bitinius, if thou loueft me.
Mount thou my horfe, and hide thy fpurres in him.
Till he haue brought thee vp to yonder Troopes
And heere againe, that I may reft alFur'd
Whether yond Troopes, are Friend or Enemy.
Bit. I will be heere againe, euen with a thought.Ejr/r.
Gaß. Go Pindarus, get higher on that hill.
My fight was euer thicke : regard Bitinius,
And tell me what thou not'ft about the Field.
This day I breathed firft. Time is come round.
And where I did begin, there lhall I end.
My life is run his compalFe. Sirra, what newes ?
Pind. eAhotse. O my Lord.
Gaß. What newes ?
Pind. Bitinius is enclofed round about
With Horfemen, that make to him on the Spurre,
Yet he fpurres on. Now they are almoft on him :
Now Bitinius. Now fome light : O he lights too.
Hee's tane. Showt.
And hearke, they Ihout for ioy.
Gaß. Come downe, behold no more :
O Coward that I am, to Hue fo long.
To fee my heft Friend tane before my face.
Enter Pindarus.
Come hither firrah : In Parthia did I take thee Prifoner,
And then I fwore thee, fauing of thy life.
That whatfoeuer I did bid thee do.
Thou Ihould'ft attempt it. Come now, keepe thine oath,
ííaw be a Free-man, and with this good Sword
That ran through Ceefars bowels, fearch this bofome.
Stand not to anfwer : Heere, take thou the Hilts,
And when my face is couer'd,as 'fis now.
Guide thou the Sword C<f/ir,thou art reueng'd,
Eluen with the Sword that kill'd thee.
Pin. So, I am free.
Yet would not io haue beene
Dürft I haue done my will. O Gaßtus,
Farre from this Country Pintiarus lhall run.
Where neuer Roman lhall take note of him.
Enter Bitinius and Meßala.
Meßa. It is but change, Bitinius : for OiJauius
Is ouerthrowne by Noble Brutus power,
As Gaßus Legions are by Antony.
Bitin. Thefe tydlngs will well comfort Gaßtus.
Meßa. Where did you leaue him.
Bitin. All difconfolate.
With Pindarus hh Bondman,on this Hill.
Meßa. Is not that he that lyes vpon the ground ?
Bitin. He lies not like the Lining. O my heart !
Meßa. Is not that hee ?
Bttin. No, this was he Meßala,
But Gaßus is no more. O letting Sonne :
As in thy red Rayes thou doeft finke to night ;
So
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Gaß. O looke Bitinius, looke, the Villaines flye :
My felfe haue to mineowne turn'd Enemy:
This Enfigne heere of mine was turning backe,
I flew the Coward, and did take it from him.
Bitin. O Gaßus, Brutus gaue the word too early.
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So in his red blood Cafsius day is fet.
The Sunne of Rome is fet. Our day is gone,
Clowds^DeweSyand Dangers come; our deeds are done:
Miftruft of my fuccelTe hath done this deed.
Mejfa» Miftruft of good fuccefle hath done this deed.
0 hateful! Error, Melancholies Childe :
Why do'ft thou (hew to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not ? O Error foone conceyuM,
Thou neuer com'ft vnto a happy byrth,
But kirft the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit. What Pindartu} Where art thou Pindarm}
MeJJd. Seeke him T/Viw/aí,whilft I go to meet
The Noble Brutus^ thrufting this report
Into his earcs ; 1 may fay thrufting it :
For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
Shall be as welcome to the eares of'Brutus,
As tydings of this light.
Tit. Hye you Meffala,
And I will feeke for Pindarus the while :
Why did*ft thou fend me forth braue Caßius ?
Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Put on my Browes this wreath of Vi£torie,
And bid me giue it thee? Did*ft thou not heare their
Alas, thou haft mifconftrued euery thing. (ihowts?
But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and 1
Will do his bidding, ^rutusy come apace,
And fee how I regarded Caius Cafsius :
By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,
Come Cafsius Sword, and finde Titinius hart. Dies
Alarum. Enter Brutus, AieJfala,yong Cato,
Strato, Volumnius , and LucilUus.
Bru, Where, where Meffala, doth his body lye?
Meffa. Loe yonder, and Titinius mourning it.
Bru. Titinius face is vpward.
Cato. He is fiaine.
Bru. O lulius Cafar, thou art mighty yet,
Thy Spirit walkes abroad, and turnes our Swords
In our owne proper Entrailes. Low Alarums.
Cato. Braue Titinius,
Looke where he haue not crowned dead Cafsius.
Bru. Are yet two Romans liuing fuch as thefe ?
The laft of all the Romans, far thee well :
It is impolfible, that euer Rome
Should breed thy fellow.Friends I owe mo teares
To this dead man, then you ihall fee me pay.
1 ihall finde time, Cafsius : I (hall finde time.
Come therefore, and to Tharfus fend his body,
His Funerals (hall not be in our Campe,
Leaft it difcomfort vs. LucilUus come.
And come yong Cato, let vs to the Field,
Labio and Flauio fet our Battailes on :
*Tis three a clocke, and Romans yet ere night,
We ihall try Fortune in a fécond fight. Exeunt.
Alarum. Enter Brutus, Mejffala, Cato, LucilUus,
and Flauius.
Bru, Yet Country-men : O yet, hold vp your heads.
Gifo.What Ballard doth not? Who will go with me?
I will proclaime my name about the Field.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato, hoe.
A Foe to Tyrants,and my Countries Friend.
I am the Sonne of Marcus Cato,hoe.
Enter Souldiers ,and fight.
And I am Brutus, Marcus Brutus, I,
Brutus my Countries Friend : Know me for Brutus.
Luc. O yong and Noble Cato, art thou downe ?
Why now thou dyeft, as brauely as Titinius,
And may'ft be honoured, being Catd'^ Sonne.
Sold. Yceld, or thou dyeft.
Luc, Onely I yeeld to dye :
There is fo much, that thou wilt kill me ftraight :
Kill Brutus, and be honoured in his death.
Sold. We muft not : a Noble Prifoner,
Enter tAntony,
7..Sold. Roome hoe : tell Antony, Brutus is tane.
I .Sold. He tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generali,
Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord.
Ant. Where is hee ?
Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is fafe enough : •
I dare aíTurc thee, that no Enemy
Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus :
The Gods defend him from fo great a ihame,
When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead,
He will be found like Brutus, like himfelfe.
Ant. This is not Brutus friend, but I afifure you,
A prize no lefle in worth ; keepe this man fafe,
Giue him all kindnefie. I had rather haue
Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,
And fee where Brutus be aliue or dead.
And bring vs word, vnto OSiauius Tent :
How euery thing is chanced. Exeunt.
Enter Brutus, Dardanitu, Cliiui, Strato,
and Uolumnittí.
Brut. Come poore remaines of friends, reft on this
Rocke.
Clit. Statillius fhew'^d the Torch-light, but my Lord
He came not backe: he is or tane,or fiaine.
Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus : (laying is the word.
It is a deed in fa(hion. Hearke thee, Clitus.
Clit. What I,my Lord ? No, not for all the World.
Brut. Peace then, no words.
Clit. He rather kill my felfe.
Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius.
Dard. Shall I doe fuch a deed?
Clit, O Dardanius.
Dard. O Clitus.
Clit. What ill requeft did Brutus make to thee ?
Dard. To kill h'lm^Qlitus : looke he medicates.
Clit. Now is that Noble VeíTell full of griefe,
That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes.
Brut. Come hither,good UolumniuSyli^ a word.
Uolum. What fayes my Lord ?
Brut. Why this, Volumnius :
The Ghoft of Cafar hath appeared to me
Two feucrall times by Night : at Sardis,once ;
And this laft Night, here in Philippi fields :
I know my houre is come.
Volum. Not fo, my Lord.
Brut. Nay,I am fure it \$,Volumnius.
Thou feeft the World,how it goes,
Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit : Low Alarums.
It is more worthy, to leape in our felues.
Then tarry till they puih vs. Good Volumnius,
Thou know*ft,that we two went to Schoole together :
Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whjleft I runne on it.
Vol. That's not an Office for a friend, my Lord.
Alarum Hill.
Clit. Fly,
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Cly. Fly, flye my Lord, there is no tarrying heere.
'Bru. Farewell to you, and you, and you yolutnnitu.
Strato, thou haft bin all this while alleepe :
Farewell to thee, to Strato, Countrymen :
My heart doth icy, that yet in all my life,
I found no man, but he was true to me.
I ihall haue glory by this looting day
More then 0{¡au¡us, and Markt lAntony,
By this vile Conqueft lhall attaine vntu.
So fare you well at once, for Srutui tongue
Hath almoft ended his Hues Hiftory :
Night hangs vpon mine eyes, my Bones would reft,
That haue but labour'd, to attaine this houre.
Alarum. Cry within, Flye,ßye,ßye.
Cly. Fly my Lord, flye.
Bru. Hence : I will follow :
I prythee Strato, ftay thou by thy Lord,
Thou art a Fellow of a good refpeft :
Thy life hath had fome fmatch of Honor in it.
Hold then my Sword, and turne away thy face, ]
While I do run vpon it. Wilt thou Strato }
Stra. Giue me your hand firft. Fare you wel my Lord.
Bru. Farewell good Strato. Cafar, now be ftill,
I kill'd not thee with hälfe fo good a will. Dyes.
Alarum. Retreat. Snter Antony, OBauitu, Mejfala,
LucilUtu, and the Army.
OBa. Whatman isthat.'
¿Mejfa. My Mafters man. Strato, where is thy Maftet'
Stra. Free from the Bondage you are in Mejfala,
The Conquerors can but make a Are of him :
For Brutui onely ouercame himfelfe.
And no man elfe hath Honor by his death.
Lucil. So Brutut Ihould be found. 1 thank thee Brutta
That thou haft prou'd LucilUui faying true,
OBa. All that feru'd 'Brutus,! will entertaine them.
Fellow, wilt thou beftow thy time with me?
Stra. I,if Mejfala will preferre me to you.
OBa. Do fo,good Mejfala.
oMeJfa. How dyed my Mafter Stratoi
Stra. I held the Sword, and he did run on it.
Mejfa. OBauius, then take him to follow thee.
That did the lateft feruice to my Mafter.
Ant. This was the Nobleft Roman of them all :
All the Confpirators faue onely hee.
Did that they did, in enuy of great Cafar :
He, onely in a generali honeft thought.
And conrmon good to all, made one of them.
His life was gentle, and the Elements
So mixt in him, that Nature might ftand vp.
And fay to all the world-,This was a man.
OBa. According to bis Vertue, let vs vfe him
Withall Refpe£l,and Rites of Buriall.
Within my Tent his bones to night lhall ly,
Moft like a Souldier ordered Honourably :
So call the Field to reft, and let's away.
To part the glories of this happy day. Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
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THE TRAGEDIE OF
MACBETH.
zÂSîus 'Primus. Scœna 'Prima.
thunder and Lightning. Enter three Witchet,
Hen ihall we three meet againe?
^X^^kJj^Jr It Thunder, Lightning, or in Raine
2. When the Hurley-hurley's done,
^''^n the Battaile's loft, and wonne.
3. That will be ere the fet of Sonne.
1 I. Where the place
2. Vpon the Heath.
3. There to meet with Macbeth.
I. I come, Gray-Malign.
UÍU. Padod^ calls anon : faire is foule, and foule is faire,
Houer through the fogge and filthie ayre. Exeunt.
King, 0 valiant Coufin, worthy Gentleman.
Cap, As whence the Sunne *gin$ his refledlion,
Shipwracklng Stormes, and direful! Thunders :
So from that Spring, whence comfort feemM to come,
Difcomfort fwells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
No fooner ludice had, with Valour arm*d,
Compeird thefe skipping Kernes to truft their heeles^
But the Norweyan Lord, furueying vantage,
With furbuiht Armes, and new fupplyes of men,
Began a frelh aíTault.
King, Difmay*d not this our Captaines, Macbeth and
'Eanquoh ?
Cap, Yes, as Sparrowes,Eagles J
Or the Hare, the Lyon :
If I fay footh, I muft report they were
As Cannons ouer-chargM with double Cracks,
So they doubly redoubled ftroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgothdy
I cannot tell : but 1 am faint,
My Galhes cry for helpe.
King, So well thy words become thee, as thy wound»,
They imack of Honor both : Goe get him Surgeons.
Enter Rojfe and Angus,
Who comes here ?
Mai, The worthy of RoflTe*
Lenox. What a hafte lookes through his eyes ?
So ftiould he looke, that feemes to fpeake things ftrangc.
RoJJe. God faue the King.
King. Whence cam'ft thou, worthy Thane f
RoJJe. From FifFe, great King,
Where the Norweyan Banners flowt the Skie,
And fanne our people cold.
Norrvay himfelfe, with terrible numbers,
Aflifted by that moft dilloyall Traytor,
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dilmall Conftiél,
Till that 'Eellond'% Bridegroome, lapt In proofe.
Confronted him with felfe-comparifons,
Point againft Point,rebellious Arme *gainft Arme,
Curbing his lauiih fplrit*. and to concIude,i
The Viilorie fell on vs.
King, Great happineíTe.
RoJJe. That now, S-wenOy the Norwayes King,
Craues compofition :
Nor would we deigne him burial! of his men.
Till he disburfed, at Saint Qolmes ynch,
Ten thoufand Dollars, to our general! vfc.
King. No
Seena Secunda.
Alarum tvitbin. Enter King ç^alcome^ EonaU
bainey LenoXy wth attendantSy meeting
a blefding Captaine,
King. What bloody man is that ? he can report.
As feemeth by his plight, of the Reuolt
The neweft ftate.
Mai. This is the Serleant,
Who nice a good and hardie Souldier fought
^Gainft my Captiuitie : Haile braue friend ^
Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
As thou didft leaue it.
Caj}, Doubtful! it ilood,
As two fpent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercileíTe Macdonwald-
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The multiplying ViJlanies of Nature
Doe fwarme vpon him) from the Wefterne Hies
Of Kernes and Gallowgrofles is fupply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry fmiling,
Shew*d like a Rebells Whore : but alPs too weake :
For braue Macbeth (well hee deferues that Name)
Difdayning Fortune, with his brandi/ht Steele,
Which fmoakM with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his paiTage,
Till hee fac*d the Slaue:
Which neu*r ihooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnfeamM him from the Nauc toth^Chops,
And fixM his Head vpon our Battlements*
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King. No more that Thane of Cawdor (hall deceiue
Our Bofome intereft : Goe pronounce his prefent death,
And with his former Title greet Macbeth.
Rojfe. He fee it done.
King. What he hath loft, Noble Macbeth hath wonne.
Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
1. Where haft thou beene,Sifter ?
2. Killing Swine.
3. Sifter,where thou?
1. A Saylors Wife had Cheftnuts in her Lappe,
And mouncht,dr mouncht,and mouncht:
Glue me, quoth I.
Aroynt thee, Witch, the rumpe-fed Ronyon cryes.
Her Husband'« to Aleppo gone,Mafter o'th' Tiger :
But in a Syue lie thither fayle,
And like a Rat without a tayle,
lie doe,lie doe,and lie doe.
2. He giue thee a Winde.
I. Th'art kinde.
3. And I another.
1. I my felfe haue all the other^
And the very Ports they blow.
All the Quarten that they know,
I'th' Ship«mans Card.
He dreyne him drie as Hay:
Sleepe ihall ncyther Night nor Day
Hang vpon his Pent-^houfe Lid :
He ihall Hue a man forbid :
Wearie Sea'nights,nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle,peake,and pine:
Though his Barke cannot be loft.
Yet it Ihall be Tempeft-toft.
Looke what I haue.
2. Shew me, ihew me.
I. Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt,as homeward he did come. DrurnvHthw.
3. A Drumme, a Drumme :
Macbeth doth come.
All. The weyward Sifters, hand in hand,
Pofters of the Sea and Land,
Thus doe goe, about, about,
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice againe,to make vp nine.
Peace, the Charme*s wound vp.
Enter Macbeth and Eanquo.
Macb. So foule and faire a day I haue not feene.
'^anquo. How farre is't call'd to Soris? What ate thefe,
So wither'd, and fo wilde in their attyre.
That looke not like th'Inhabitants o'th'Earth,
And yet are on't? Liue you, or are you aught
That man may (^ueftion ? you feeme to vnderftand me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you ihould be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are fo.
Mac. Speake if you can: what are you?
1. All haile Macbeth^hzút to thee Thane of Glamls.
2. All haile Macbethy\it¿Xt to thee Thane of Cawdor.
3. All haile MacbethylYizX. lhalt be King hereafter.
Tdanq. Good Sir, why doe you ftart,and feeme to feare
Things that doe found fo faire? i'th'name of truth
Are ye fantafticall,or that indeed
Which outwardly ye ihew ? My Noble Partner
You greet with preient Grace,«nd great predifHon
Of Noble haumg,an<i of Royall hope,
That he feemes wrapt withall : to me you fpeake not.
If you can looke into the Seedes of Time,
And fay, which Graine will grow, and which will not,
Speake then to me, who neyther begge,nor feare
Your fauors,nor your hate.
1. Hay le.
2. Hayle.
3. Hayle.
1. Lefier then and greater.
2. Not fo happy, yet much happyer.
3. Thou (halt get Kings,though thou be none:
So all haile MacbethyTiXi^ Banque.
I. ^anguOyZXià^ Macbetby all haile.
Macb. Stay you imperfedl Speakers,tell me more:
By Shells death,I know I am Thane of Glamis,
But how, of Cawdor? the Thane of Cawdor Hues
A profperous Gentleman : And to be King,
Stands not within the profpe£t of beleefe.
No more then to be Cawdor. Say from whence
You owe this ftrange Intelligence, or why
Vpon this blafted Eleath you ftop our way
With fuch Prophétique greeting?
Speake, 1 charge you. Witches njonißj.
Banq. The Earth hath bubbles,as the Water ha's,
And thefe are of them : whither are they vaniih'd ?
Macb. Into the Ayre : and what feem'd corporal],
Melted,a$ breath into the Winde.
Would they had ftay'd.
Were fuch things here,as we doe fpeake about?
Or haue we eaten on the infane Root,
That takes the Reafon Prifoner?
Macb. Your Children (hall be Kings.
Banq, You (hall be King.
Macb. And Thane of Cawdor too : went it not fof
Banq. TothTelfe-fame tune,and words: who's here?
Enter %offe and Angus,
RoJfe. The King hath happily rtctxuày Macbeth^
The newes of thy fuccefte : and when he reades
Thy perfonall Venture in the Rebels fight,
His Wonders and his Prayfes doe contend.
Which ihould be thine,or his: filenc'd with that,
In viewing o're the reft o'th'felfe-fame day,
He findes thee in the ftout Norweyan Rankes,
Nothing afeard of what thy felfe didft make
Strange Images of death,as thick as Tale
Can poft with poft, and euery one did beare
Thy prayfes in his Kingdomes great defence,
And powr'd them downe before him.
Ang. Wee are fent,
To giue thee from our Royall Matter thanks,
Onely to harrold thee into his fight,
Not pay thee.
RoJJe. And for an earneft of a greater Honor,
He bad me, from <him,call thee Thane of Cawdor:
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In which addition, haile moft worthy 'Thane,
For it is thine.
Banq. What, can the Deuill fpeake true?
Mach. The Thane of Cawdor hues :
Why doe you drefle me in borrowed.Robes?
Ang. Who was the T¿an<,liues yet.
But vnder heauie lodgement beares that Life,
Which he deferues to loofe.
Whether he was combin'd with thofe of Norway,.
Or did lyne the Rebell with hidden helpe.
And vantage j or that with both he labour'd
In his Countreyes wracke,,! know not :
But Treafons Capitall, confeis'd,and prou'd.
Haue ouerthrowne him.
Mach. Glamys,and Thane of Cawdor :
The greateft is behinde. Thankes for your paines.
Doe you not hope your Children lhall be Kings,
When thofe that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,,
Promis'd no lefle to them.
"Banq. That trufted home.
Might yet enkindle you vnto the Crowne,
Befides the Thane of Cawdor. But 'tis ftrange :
And oftentimes, to winne vs to our harme.
The Inftruments of DarkneiTe tell vs Truths,
Winne vs with honeft Trifles, to betray's
In deepeft confequence.
Confins, a word, I pray you.
Mach. Two Truths are told.
As happy Prologues to the fwelling Adl
Of the Imperiall Theame. I thanke you Gentlemen :■
This fupernaturall folliciting
Cannot be ill ; cannot be good.
If ill? why hath it giuen me earneft of fuccefle.
Commencing in a Truth.? I am Thane of Cawdor.
If good ? why doe I yeeld to that fuggeftion,
Whofe horrid Image doth vnfixe my Heire,
And make my feated Heart knock at my Ribbes,
Againft the vfe of Nature ? Prefent Feares
Are lefle then horrible Imaginings:
My Thought, whofe Murther yet is but fantafticall.
Shakes fo my Angle ftate of Man,
That Funâion is fmother'd in furmife.
And nothing is,but what is not.
Banq. Looke how our Partner's rapt.
Mach. If Chance will haue me King,
Why Chance may Crowne me.
Without my flirre.
Banq. New Honors come vpon him
Like our flrange Garments, cleaue not to their mouldy
But with the aid of vfe.
Mach. Come what come may.
Time, and the Houre,runs through-the rougheft Day.
Banq. Worthy eÍMacheth, wee flay vpon your ley-
fure.
Mach. Giue me your fauour :
My dull Braine was wrought with things forgotten.
Kinde Gentlemen, your paines are regiftred.
Where euery day I turne the Leafe,
To reade them.
Let vs toward the King : thinke vpon
What hath chanc'd : and at more time.
The Interim hauing weigh'd it, let vs fpeake
Our free Hearts each to other.
Banq. Very gladly.
Mach. Till then enough :
Come friends. Exeunt,
m
Seena Quarta.
Flouriß), Enter KingyLenox.¡Malcolme^
Donalhainty and Attendants»
King. Is execution done on Cateador}
Or not thofe in CommiiTion yet return'd ?
Mai. My Liege,they are not yet come back.
But I haue fpoke with one that faw him die :
Who did report, that very^ frankly hee
Confefs*d his Treafons, implor'd your Highnefle Pardon,
And fet forth a deepe Repentance :
Nothing in his Life became him,
Like the leauing it. Hee dy*de,
As one that had beene i^udied in his death,
To throw awav the deareft thing he ow'd,
As*twere a careleiïe Trifle.
King. TherCs's no Art,
To finde the Mindes conftruilion in the Face :
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An abfolute Truft.
Enter Macbeth yBanquOyEoffe^ and AngtUa
0 worthyeft Coufin,
The finne of my Ingratitude euen now
Was heauie on me. Thou art fo farre before,
That fwifteft Wing of Recompence is flow,
To ouertake thee. Would thou hadft lefle deferu^d,
That the proportion both of thanks,and payment,
Might haue beene mine : onely I haue left to fay,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay.
Mach. The feruice,and the loyaltie I owe,
In doing it, payes it felfe.
Your Highnefle part,is to receiue our Duties;
And our Duties are to your Throne,and State,
Children,and Seruants; which doe but what they ihould,
By doing euery thing fafe toward your Loue
And Honor.
King. Welcome hither :
1 haue begun to plant thee, and will labour
To make thee full of growing. Noble Banquoy
That haft no leiTe deferu'd,nor muft be knowne
No lefle to haue done fo : Let me enfold thee,
And hold thee to my Heart.
'Banq. There if I grow,
The Harueft is yourowne.
King. My plenteous loyes,
Wanton in fulneflfejfeeke to hide themfelues
In drops of forrow» Sonnes,Kinfmen,
And you whofe places are the neareft, know.
We will eftablifl) our Eftate vpon
Our eldeft,^^^/^«)//«?, whom we name hereafter.
The Prince of Cumberland ; which Honor muft
Not vnaccompaniedjinuefl him onely.
But fjgnes of Nobleneflc,like Starres,fliall ihine
On all deferuers. From hence to Envernes,
And binde vs further to you.
Mach. The Reft is Labor, which is not vs'd for you :
He be my felfe the Herbenger,and make ioyfiill
The hearing of my Wife, with,your approach :
So humbly take my leaue.
King. My worthy Cattdor.
Macb.Tht Prince of Cumberland: that isa ftep,
On which I muft falldowne,or elfe oVe-leape,
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^or in my way it lyes. Starres hide your fires,
Let not Light fee my black and deepe delires :
The Eye winke at the Hand; yet let that bee,
Which the Eye feares, when it is done to fee. Zxit.
King. True, worthy Banquo : he is full fo valiant.
And in his commendations, I am fed :
It is a Banquet to me. Let's after him,
Whofe care is gone before, to bid vs welcome ;
It is a peerelelfe Kinfman. Flouriß. Exeunt.
Shake my fell purpofe, nor keepe peace betweene
Th'effe£t,and hit. Come to my Womans Brefts,
And take my Milke for Gall, you murthVing Minifters,
Where-euer,in your fightlelTe fubftances,
You wait on Natures Mifchiefe. Come thick Night,
And pall thee in the dunneft fmoake of Hell,
That my keene Knife fee not the Wound it makes.
Nor Heauen peepe through the Blanket of the darke,
To cry, hold,hold. Enter Macbeth.
Great Glamys, worthy Cawdor,
Greater then both, by the all-halle hereafter,
Thy Letters haue tranfported me beyond
This ignorant prefent,and I feele now
The future in the inrtant.
-Macb. My deareft Loue,
Duncan comes here to Night.
Lady. And when goes hence /
Macb. To morrow, as he purpofes.
Lady. 0 neuer,
Shall Sunne that Morrow fee.
Your Face, my Thancy is as a Bookc, where men
May reade ftrange matters,to beguile the time.
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand,your Tongue: looke like th*innocent flower,
But be the Serpent vnder*t. He that's comming,
Muft be prouided for : and you Ihall put
This Nights great Burtnefle into my difpatch,
Which fliall to*all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue folely foueraigne fway,and Mafterdome.
Macb. We will fpeake further.
Lady. Onely looke vp cleare :
To alter fauor,euer is to feare :
Leaue all the reft to me. èxeunt.
Seena Quinta.
Enter dAíacbetbt Wife alone "with a Letter^
Lady. They met me in the day of JucceJfe : and I haue
learn'd by the perfeSif report^ they haue more in tbem^ then
mortall kyvntledge, When I burnt in deßre to queflion them
further^ they made themjelues Ayre, into tvhich they *vaniß>'d.
fWhiles I ßood rapt in the tponder of it y came Mtßiues from
the Kingy who all-haiVd me Thane of Cawdor y by which Title
beforey thefi weyward Sißers faluted mey and referred me to
the camming on of timcy with haile King that Jhalt be. This
baue I thought good to deliuer thee ( my deareß Partner of
Greatneffe ) that thou might'Si not loofe the dues of reioycing
by being ignorant of what Greatneffe is promis'd thee. Lay
it to thy hearty and farewell.
Glamys thou art, and Cawdor, and /halt be
What thou art promised; yet doe I feare thy Nature,
It is too full o*th* Milke of humane kindneife,
To catch the neereft way. Thou would*ft be great,
Art not without Ambition, but without
The illneíTe Should attend it. What thou would'ft highly,
That would*ft thou holily: wouId*ft not play felfe,
And yet would'ft wrongly winne.
Thould'ft haue, great Glamys, that which cryes,
Thus thou muft doe, if thou haue it ;
And that which rather thou do*ft feare to doe,
Then wiiheft Should be vndone. High thee hither,
That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
And chaftife with the valour of my Tongue
All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
Which Fate and Metaphylicall ayde doth feeme
To haue thee crownM withail. Enter Mejfenger.
What is your tidings?
Mejf. The King comes here to Night.
Lady, ThouVt mad ro lay it.
Is not thy Marter with him ? who, wer't fo,
Would haue informed for preparation.
MeJf.So pleafe you, it Is true ; our Thane is comming :
One of my fellowes had the fpecd of him ;
Who almoft dead for breath, had fcarcely more
Then would make vp his Meflage.
Lady. Giue him tending,
He brings great newes. Exit Mejfenger.
The Rauen himfelfe is hoarfe,
That croakcs the fatall entrance of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements. Come you Spirits,
That tend on mortall thoughts, vnfex me here,
And fill me from the Crowne to the Toe, top-full
Of dirert Crueltie ; make thick my blood.
Stop vp th'accefle,and partage to Remorfe,
That no compundlious vifitings of Nature
Seena Sexta.
/
Hoboyes .¡and Torches. Enter King., Malcolme y
Donalbainey 'EanquOy Lenox y Macduff y
Roffe^ Angu6^and Attendants.
King, This Caftle hath a pleafant feat,
The ayre nimbly and fweetly recommends it felfc
Vnto our gentle fences.
^anq. This Gueft of Summer,
The Temple-haunting Barlet does approue,
By his loued Manfonry,that the Heauens breath
Smells wooingly here : no lutty frieze,
Buttrice, nor Coigne of Vantage, but this Bird
Hath made his pendant Bed,and procréant Cradle,
Where they muft breed,and haunt: I haue obferu'd
The ayre is delicate. * Enter Lady.
King. See,fee, our honored HofteiTe :
The Loue that followes vs, fometime is our trouble,
Which ftill we thanke as Loue. Herein i teach you,
How you ihall bid God-eyld vs for your paines.
And thanke vs for your trouble.
Lady. All our feruicc,
In euery point twice done, and then done double,
Were poore,and Angle Bufinefle, to contend
Againft thoie Honors deepe, and broad.
Wherewith your Maiertie loades our Houfc :
For thofe of old, and the late Dignities,
Heap'd vp to them, we reft your Ermites.
King. Where's
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King. Whereas the Thane of Cawdor ?
We courA him at the heeles, and had a purpofe
To be his Purueyor : But he rides well,
And his great Loue (íharpe as his Spurre^hath holp him
To his home before vs : Faire and Noble Hoftc/Te
We are your gucft to night.
La. Your Semants euer,
Haue theirs, themrelues,and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highnefle pleafure,
Still to returne your owne.
King. Giue me your hand ;
Conduct me to mine HoA we loue him highly.
And (hall continue, our Graces towards him.
By your leaue Hoftefle. Exeunt
Seena Séptima.
Ho'boyes. Torches.
Enter a Strveryand diuers Seruants fvitb T)iß>es and Service
over the Stage. Then enter Macbeth.
Macb.lCit were done, when Tis done, then Twer well,
It were done quickly : if th'AíTaíÍination
Could trammell vp the Confequence,and catch
With his furceafe, Succefle : that but this blow
Might be the be all, and the end all. Heere,
But heere, vpon this Banke and Schoole of time,
Wee'ld iumpe the life to come. But in thefe Cafes,
We ftill haue iudgement beere, that we but teach
Bloody Inftrudtions,which being taught, returne
To plague th'inuenter, This euen-handed luftice
Commends th'Ingredience of our poyfon'd Challice
To our owne lips. HeeT heere in double truftj
FirA,as I am his Kinfman, and his Subiedf,
Strong both againA the Deed : Then,as his HoA,
Who Aiould againA his Murtherer Aiut the doore.
Not beare the knife my felfe. Befides, this T>uncane
Hath borne his Faculties fo meeke ; hath bin
So cleere in his great Office, that his Vertues
Will pleade like Angels, Trumpet-tongu*d againA
The deepe damnation of his taking oA : 4
And Pitty, like a naked New-borne-Babe,
Striding the blaA, or Heauens Chérubin, horsM ,
Vpon the fightleife Curriors of the Ayre,
Shall blow the horrid deed in euery eye,
That teares ihall drowne the winde. I haue no Spurre
To pricke the fides of my intent, but onely
Vaulting Ambition, which ore-leapes it felfe,
And falles on th'other. Enter Lady.
How now What Newes ?
Lj.He has almoA fupt: why haue you left the chamber ?
Mac. Hath he ask*d for me ?
La. Know you not, he haT?
Mac. We will proceed no further in this Bufinefle :
He hath Honour'd me of late, and 1 haue bought
Golden Opinions from all forts of people,
Which would be worne now in their neweA gloíTc,
Not caA afide fo foone.
La. Was the hope drunke.
Wherein you dreA your felfe ? Hath it ilept fince ?
And wakes it now to locke fo greene, and pale,
At what it did fo freely ? From this time,
Such I account thy loue. Art thou affcar'd
To be the fame in thine owne Ait,and Valour,
As thou art in defire ? Would'A thou haue that
Which thou eAeem'A the Ornament of Life,
And Hue a Coward in thine owne EAeeme^
Letting I dare not, wait vpon I would,
Like the poore Cat iTh'Addage.
Macb. Prythee peace :
I dare do all that may become a man,
Who dares no more, is none.
La. What BeaA was't then
That made you breake this enterprize to me ?
When you durA do it, then you were a man :
And to be more then what you were, you would
Be fo much more the man. Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both :
They haue made themfelues, and that their fitnefle now
DoT vnmake you. I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender Tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was fmyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his Bonelefie Gummes,
And dafiit the Braines out, had I fo fworne
As you haue done to this.
Macb. If we ihould faile
Lady. We faile ?
But fcrew your courage to the Aicking place.
And wee'le not fayle : when Duncan is afiecpe,
(Whereto the rather ihall his dayes hard Journey
Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
Will I with Wine,and WaiTelljfo conuince,
That Memorie,the Warder of the Braine,
Shall be a Fume,and the Receitof Reafon
A Lymbeck onely: when in SwiniAi fleepe,^
Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
What cannot you and I performe vpon
Th*vnguarded Duncan? What not put vpon
His fpungie Officers.^ who ffiall beare the guilt
Of our great quell.
Mach. Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy vndaunted Mettle Aiould compofe
Nothing but Males. Will it not be receiu'd,
When we haue markM with blood thofe lleepie two
Of his owne Chamber, and vs'd their very Daggers,
That they haue donT }
Lady. Who dares receiue it other,
As we ffiall make our Griefes and Clamor rore,
Vpon his Death ?
Macb. I am fettled, and bend vp
Each corporall Agent to this terrible Feat.
Away,and mock the time with faireA ffiow,
Faife Face muA hide what the falfe Heart doth know.
Exeunt.
A5ÍUS Secundas. Seena Trima.
Enter '^Banquo^and F/eanceyWtb a Torch
before him.
fBanq. How goes the Night, Boy
Fleance. The Moone is downe : I haue not heard the
Clock.
Banq. And ffie goes downe at Twelue.
Fleance. I takeT,Tis later, Sir.
Banq. Hold, take my Sword :
There's Husbandry in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
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A heauie Summons lyes like Lead rpon me,
And yet I would not lleepe :
Merciiull Powers, reftraine in me the curfed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repofe.
Enter Macbeth, and a Seruant with a Terch.
Giue me my Sword : who's there ?
Mach. A Friend.
íBí!»y.What Sir,not yet at reft? the King's a bed.
He hath beene in vnufuall Pleafure,
And fent forth great Largcfle to your Offices.
This Diamond he greetes your Wife withall.
By the name of moft kind Hoftefle,
And fliut vp in meafurelefle content.
Mac. Being vnprepar'd.
Our will became the feruant to defeil.
Which elfe fliould free haue wrought.
'Banq. All's well.
I dreamt laft Night of the three weyward Sifters :
To you they haue ftiew'd fome truth.
Áíach. I thinke not of them :
Yet when we can entreat an houre to ferue.
We would fpend it in fome words vpon that BufinelTe,
If you would graunt the time.
Banq. At your kind'ft leyfure.
Mach. If you (hall cleaue to my confent.
When 'tis, it (hall make Honor for you.
Banq. So I lofe none.
In feeking to augment it, but ftill keepe
My Bofome franchis'd,and Allégeance cleare,
I (hall be counfail'd.
Mach. Good repofe the while.
Banq. Thankes Sir: the like to you. Exit Banqm.
Mach.Goe bid thy Miftreife,when my drinke is ready.
She ftrike vpon the Bell. Get thee to bed. Sxit.
Is this a Dagger,which I fee before me.
The Handle toward my Hand?Come,let me clutch thee:
I haue thee not, and yet I fee thee ftill.
Art thou not fatall Vifton, fenfible
To feeling,as to light? or art thou but
A Dagger of the Minde,a felfe Creation,
Proceeding from the heat-opprelTed Braine í
I fee thee yet, in forme as palpable.
As this which now I draw.
Thou marlhall'ft me the way that I was going.
And fuch an Inftrument I was to vfe.
Mine Eyes are made the fooles o'th'other Sences,
Or elfe worth all the reft : I fee thee ftill ;
And on thy Blade,and Dudgeon,Gouts of Blood,
Which was not fo before.There's no fuch thing:
It is the bloody BufinelTe, which informes
Thus to mine Eyes. Now o're the one hälfe World
Nature feemes dead, and wicked Dreames abufe
The Curtain'd lleepe : Witchcraft celebrates
Pale Heccats Offrings: and wither'd Murther,
Alarum'd by his Centinell, the Wolfe,
Whofe howle's his Watch, thus with his ftealthy pace.
With Tarquins rauilhing fides, towards his defigne
Moues like a Ghoft, Thou fowre and firme-fet Earth
Heare not my fteps, which they may walke, for feare
Thy very ftones prate of my where-about.
And take the prefent horror from the tiijje,^
Which now futes with it. Whjles,I threat, he Ikies:
Words to the heat of deedes. too cold breath giues.
eA Bell rings.
I goe,and it is done: the Bell inuites me.
Heare it not,Duncan, for it is a Knell,
That fummons thee to Heauen, or to Hell. Sxit.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Lady.
La.T^iZt which hath made the drunk,hath made me bold:
What hath quench'd them,hath giuen me fire.
Hearke, peace : it was the Owle that Ihriek'd,
The fttall Bell-man, which giues the ftern'ft good-night.
He is about it, the Doores are open :
And the furfeted Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores. I haue drugg'd their PolTets,
That Death and Nature doe contend about them.
Whether they liue,or dye.
Enter Macbeth.
Mach. Who's there? what hoa?
Lady. Alack, I am afraid they haue awak'd.
And 'tis not done: th'attempt,and not the deed.
Confounds vs: hearke: I lay'd their Daggers ready.
He could not mifle 'em. Had he not relembled
My Father as he llept,I had don't.
My Husband ?
Mach. I haue done the deed :
Didft thou not heare a noyfe ?
Lady.I heard the Owle fchreame,and the Crickets cry.
Did not you fpeake ?
Mach. When ?
Lady. Now.
Mach. As I defcended?
Lady. I.
Mach. Hearke, who lyes i'th'focond Chamber f
Lady. 'Donalhaine.
Mac. This is a forry fight.
Lady. A foolilh thought,to fay a forry fight.
Mach. There's one did laugh in's lleepe.
And one cry'd Murther,that they did wake each other:
I fl®od,and heard them : But they did fay their Prayers,
And addreft them againe to lleepe.
Lady. There are two lodg'd together.
Mach. One cry'd God blelTe vs,and Amen the other.
As they had feene me with thefe Hangmans hands:
Liftning their feare, I could not fay Amen,
When they did fay God bleffe vs.
Lady. Confider it not fo deepely.
Mac.Bvti wherefore could not I pronounce Amen ?
I had moft need of Bleffing,and Amen ftuck in my throat.
Lady. Thefe deeds muft not be thought
After thefe wayes : fo,it will make vs mad.
Mach. Me thought I heard a voyce cry. Sleep no more:
cMacheth does murther Sleepe, the innocent Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, fore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes,great Natures fécond Courfe,
Chiefe nourilher in Life's Feaft.
latdy. What doe you meane ?
Mach. Still it cry'd, Sleepe no more to all the Houfe:
Glamis hath mvirther'd Sleepe,and therefore Cawdor
Shall lleepe no more: Macbeth lhall lleepe no more.
Lady. Who was it, that thus cry'd? why worthy Thane,
You doe vnbend your Noble ftrength,to thinke
So braine-fickly of things: Goe get fome Water,
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And waih this filthie Witnefle from your Hand.
Why did you bring thefe Daggers from the place ?
They muft lye there : goe carry them, and fmeare
The fleepie Groomes with blood.
Mach. He goe no more ;
I am afraid, to thinlce what I haue done ;
Looke on't againe, 1 dare not.
Lady. Infirme of purpofe :
Giue me the Daggers: the fleeping,and the dead.
Are but as Piifures : 'tis the Eye of Child-hood,
That feares a painted Deuill. if he doe bleed,
lie guild the Faces of the Groomes withall.
For it muft feeme their Guilt. Exit.
Kmdfe within.
Math. Whence is that knocking
How is't with me, when euery noyfe appalls me ? ,
What Hands are here ? hah : they pluck out mine Eyes.
Will all great Ntptunes Ocean walh this blood
Cleane from my Hand? no: this my Hand will rather
The multitudinous Seas incarnardine.
Making the Greene one,Red.
Snter Lady.
Lady. My Hands are of your colour : but I Ihame
To weare a Heart fo white. Knocl^e.
I heare a knocking at the South entry :
Retyre we to our Chamber :
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
How eafie is it then ? your Conftancie
Hath left you vnattended. Knoc\e,
Hearke, more knocking.
Get on your Night-Gowne,leaft occafion call vs.
And (hew vs to be Watchers : be not loft
So poorely in your thoughts.
Math. To know my deed, Knod^.
'Twere beft not know my felfe.
Wake Duncan with thy knocking :
I would thou could'ft. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter a Porter.
Knoci^ing within.
Porter. Here's a knocking indeede : if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee ihould haue old turning the
Key. Knoci^. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who's there
i'th'name of Behehuhf Here's a Farmer, that hang'd
himfelfe on th'expeflation of Plentie: Come in time, haue
Napkins enow about you, here you'le fweat for't. Knod^.
Knock, knock. Who's there in th'other Deuils Name ?
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could fweare in both
the Scales againft eyther Scale, who committed Treafon
enough for Cods fake,yet could not equiuocate to Hea-
uen : oh come in, Equiuocator. Knod^. Knock,
Knock,Knock. Who's there? 'Faith here's an Englilh
Taylor come hither, for ftealing out of a French Hole :
Come in Taylor, here you may roft your Goofe. Knoc^.
Knock, Knock. Neuer at quiet : What are you ? but this
place is too cold for Hell. He Deuill-Porter it no further:
I bad thought to haue let in fome of all Profeftions, that
goe the Primrofe way to th'euerlafting Bonfire. Knod{.
Anon,anon,I pray you remember the Porter.
Enter Macduff,andLenox.
Macd. Was it fo late, friend,ere you went to Bed,
That you doe lye fo late ?
Porr.Faith Sir, we were carowfing till the lecond Cock:
And Drinke,Sir, is a great prouoker of three things.
Macd. What three things does Drinke efpecially
prouoke ?
Port. Marry, Sir, Nofe-painting, Sleepe, and Vrine.
Lecherie, Sir, it prouokes, and vnprouokes : it prouokes
the delire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore
much Drinke may be faid to be an Equiuocator with Le¬
cherie: it makes him,and it marres him; it fets him on,
and it takes him off ; it perfwades him, and dif-heartens
him ; makes him Hand too,and not ftand too : in conclu-
fion,equiuocates him in a lleepe,and giuing him the Lye,
leaues him.
Macd. I beleeue, Drinke gaue thee the Lye laft Night.
Port. That it did,Sir,i'the very Throat on me : but I
requited him for his Lye, and (1 thinke)being too ftrong
for him,though he tooke vp my Legges fometime, yet I
made a Shift to caft him.
Enter Macbeth.
Macd. Is thy Mailer ftirring ?
Our knocking ha's awak'd him: here he comes.
Lenox. Good morrow. Noble Sir.
Mach. Good morrow both.
Macd. Is the King ftirring, worthy rhane ?
Mach. Not yet.
Macd. He did command me to call timely on him,
I haue almoft llipt the houre.
Ma b. He bring you to him.
Macd. I know this is a ioyfull trouble to you :
But yet 'tis one.
Mach. The labour we delight in, Phyficks paine:
This is the Doore.
Macd. He make fo bold to call, for'tis my limitted
feruice. Exit Macduffe.
Lenox. Goes the King hence to day ?
Mach. He does : he did appoint fo.
Lenox. The Night ha's been vnruly :
Where we lay, our Chimneys were blowne downe,
And (as they fay) lamentings heard i'th'Ayre
Strange Schreemes of Death,
And Prophecying, with Accents terrible,
Of dyre Combuftion, and confus'd Euents,
New hatch'd toth' wofiill time.
The obfcure Bird clamor'd the liue-long Night.
Some fay, the Earth was feuorous.
And did lhake.
Mach. 'Twas a rough Night.
Lenox. My young remembrance cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
Enter ePHacduff.
Macd. O horror, horror, horror.
Tongue nor Heart cannot conceiue, nor name thee.
Mach, and Lenox. What's the matter ?
Macd. Confufion now hath made his Mafter-peece:
Moll facrilegious Murther hath broke ope
The Lords anoynted Temple,and ftole thence
The Life o'th' Building.
Mach. What is't you lay, the Life ?
Lenox. Meane you his Maieftie?
Macd. Approch the Chamber, and deftroy your fight
With a new Gorgon. Doe not bid me fpeake :
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of ¿Macbeth.
See,and then fpeake your felues : awake,awake,
Exeunt Machetb and Lenox.
Ring the Alarum Bell : Murther, and Treafon,
'Banquo,it\d Donalhaine ; Malcolme awake,
Shake off this Downey lleepe. Deaths counterfeit,
And looke on Death it felfe : vp,vp,3nd fee
The great Doomes Image: Malcolme., Banquo,
As from your Graues rife vp,and walke like Sprights,
To countenance this horror. Ring the Bell.
Bell rings. Enter Lady.
Lady. What's the Bufineffe ?
Thatfuch a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The Beepers of the Houfe.'fpeake,fpeake.
Macd. O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to beare what I can fpeake :
The repetition in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
Enter 'Banquo.
0 'Banquo,'Banquo, Our Royall Matter's murther'd.
Lady. Woe, alas :
What, in our Houfe ?
Ban. Too cruell,any where.
Deare Duff,I prythee contradifl thy felfe,
And fay, it is not fo.
Enter Macbeth, Lenox,and Roffe.
Mach. Had T but dy'd an houre before this chance,
1 had liu'd 3 bleffed time : for from this inftant.
There's nothing ferions in Mortalitie :
All is but Toyes : Renowne and Grace is dead.
The Wine of Life is drawne,and the meere Lees
Is left this Vault, to brag of.
Enter Malcolme and Donalhaine,
Donal. What is amiffe '
Mach. You are, and doe not know't :
The Spring,the Head, the Fountaine of your Blood
Is ftopt, the very Source of it is ttopt.
Macd. Your Royall Father's murther'd.
Mai. Oh, by whom
Lenox. Thofe of his Chamber,as it feem'd,had don't:
Their Hands and Faces were all badg'd with blood.
So were their Daggers, which vnwip'd,we found
Vpon their Pillowes: they ftar'd,and were diftrafted.
No mans Life was to be trufted with them.
Mach. O, yet I doe repent me of my furie,
That I did. kill them.
Macd. Wherefore did you fo ?
ikfarf.Who can be wife,amaz'd,temp'rate,& fiirious.
Loyall,and Neutrall,in a moment ? No man:
Th'expedition of my violent Loue
Out-run the pawfer, Reafon. Here lay Duncan,
His Siluer skinne, lac'd with his Golden Blood,
And his gatti'd Stabs,look'd like a Breach in Nature,
For Ruines waftfull entrance : there the Murtherers,
Steep'd in the Colours of their Trade j their Daggers
Vnmannerly breech'd with gore : who could refraine,
That had a heart to loue ; and in that heart,
Courage, to make's loue knowne.'
Lady. Helpe me hence, hoa.
Macd. Looke to the Lady.
Mai. Why doe we hold our tongues.
That moft may clayme this argument for ours ?
'Donal. What ihould be fpoken here,
Where our Fate hid in an augure hole,
May rulh, and feize vsLet's away.
Our Teares are not yet brew'd.
Mai. Nor our ttrong Sorrow
Vpon the foot of Motion.
Banq. Looke to the Lady :
And when we haue our naked Frailties hid.
That fuffer in expofure ; let vs meet.
And (juettion this mott bloody piece of worke.
To know it further. Feares and fcruples ttiake vs:
In the great Hand of God I ttand,and thence,
Againft the vndlvulg'd pretence, I fight
Of Treafonous Mallice.
Macd. And fo doe I.
All. So all.
Mach. Let's briefely put on manly readineffe.
And meet i'th'Hall together.
All. Well contented. Exeunt,
Male. What will you doe?
Let's not confort with them :
To Ihew an vnfelt Sorrow, is an Office
Which the falfe man do's eafie.
He to England.
Don. To Ireland, I :
Our feperated fortune ftrall keepe vs both the fafer :
Where we are, there's Daggers in mens Smiles j
The neere in blood, the neerer bloody.
Male. This murtherous Shaft that's Ihot,
Hath not yet lighted:and our fafett way.
Is to auoid the ayme. Therefore to Horfe,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking.
But Ihift away : there's warrant in that Theft,
Which fteales it falfe, when there's no mercie left.
Exeunt.
Seena Quarta,
Enter Roffe, mtb an Old man.
Old man. Threefcore and ten I can remember well.
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue feene
Houres dreadfulfand things Arrange: but this fore Night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Roffe. Ha, good Father,
Thou feeft the Heauens, as troubled with mans Aft,
Threatens his bloody Stage : byth' Clock 'tis Day,
And yet darke Night ftrangles the trauailing Lampe :
Is't Nights predominance, or the Dayes fliame.
That Darkneife does the face of Earth intombe.
When liuing Light ihould kiffe it ?
Old man. 'Tis vnnaturall,
Euen like the deed that's done : On Tuefday latt,
A Faulcon towring in her pride of place.
Was by a Mowfing Owle hawkt at,and kill'd.
Roffe. And Duncans Horfes,
(A thing moft ttrange, and certaine)
Beauteous,and fwift, the Minions of their Race,
Turn'd wilde in nature,broke their ttalls,flong out.
Contending'gainft Obedience, as they would
Make Warre with Mankinde.
Old man. 'Tis fald.they eate each other.
Roffe. They did fo :
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The Tragédie of ¿Macbeth.
To th'amazement of mine eyes that look.M vpon*t.
Enter Macduffe.
Heere comes the good Macduffe.
How goes the world Sir, now ?
Macd. Why fee you not ?
Rcff.\%^t known who did this more then bloody deed?
Macd, Thofe that Macbeth hath ílaine.
Rff' Alas the day,
What good could they pretend ?
Macd, They were fubborned,
Malcolme^ and Donalbaine the Kings two Sonnes
Are ftolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
Sufpition of the deed.
Rcffe. *Gainft Nature ftÜl,
ThriftleíTe Ambition, that will rauen vp
Thine owne liues meanes : Then 'tis moft like,
The Soueraignty will fall vpon Macbeth.
çMacd. He is already nam'd, and gone to Scone
To be inuefted.
Rcffe, Where is Duncans body ?
Macd. Carried to Colmekill,
The Sacred Store-houfe of his Predeceflbrs,
And Guardian of their Bones.
Roffe. Will you to Scone ?
(¡Macd, No Cofin, lie to Fife.
%fffe^ Well, I will thither.
Macd.^tW may you fee things wel done there: Adieu
Leafl our old Robes fit eafier then our new.
^offe. Farewell, Father.
Old M, Gods benyfon go with you,and with thofe
That would make good of bad,and Friends of Foes.
Exeunt otnnes
A5lus Tertius. Seena Trima.
Enter Tdanquo,
^anq. Thou haft it now, King, Cawdor, Glamîs, all,
As the weyard Women promis'd, and I fcare
Thou playd'ft moft fowly for't : yet it was faide
It ihould not ftand in thy Pofterity,
But that my felfe Ihould be the Roore,and Father
Of many Kings. If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee c^acbeth^ their Speeches ihine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And fet me vp in hope* But huih,no more,
' Stnit founded. Enter Macbeth a¿ King, Lady Lenox
RoffcyLordsyand Attendants.
Mach. Heere's our chiefe Gueft.
La. if he had beene forgotten.
It had bene as a gap in our great Feaft,
And ail-thing vnbecomming.
Mach. To night we hold a folemne Supper fir.
And He requeft your prefence.
Banq. Let your Highnefie
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a moft: indiíToluble tye
For euer knit.
Macb. Ride you this afternoone ?
Ban. I, my good Lord.
Macb. We ihould haue elfe defir'd your good aduice
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(Which ftill hath been both graue,and profperous)
In this dayes Councell : but wee'le take to morrow.
Is't farre you ride ?
^an. As farre,my Lord,as will fill vp the time
'Twixt this,and Supper. Goe not my Horfe the better,
I muft become a borrower of the Night,
For a darke heure,or twaine,
Macb. Faile not our Feaft.
'Ean. My Lord, I will not.
Macb, We heare our bloody Cozens arc beftow'd
In England,and in Ireland, not confefsing
Their cruell Parricide, filling their hearers
With ftrange inuention. But of that to morrow.
When therewithal!, we ftiall haue caufe of State,
Crauing vs ioyntly. Hye you to Horfe :
Adieu, till you returne at Night.
Goes Fleance with you ?
^an. I, my good Lord : our time does call vpon's.
Macb. I wiih your Horfes fwift, and fure of foot !
And fo I doe commend you to their backs.
Farwell. Exit Banquo.
Let euery man be mafter of his time,
Till feuen at Night, to make focietie
The fweeter welcome :
We will keepe our felfe till Supper time alone :
While then, God be with you. Exeunt Lords,
Sirrha, a word with you : Attend thofe men
Our pleafure ?
Seruant, They are, my Lord, without the Pallace
Gate.
Macb. Bring them before vs. Exit Seruant,
To be thus, is nothing, but to be fafcly thus :
Our feares in 'Banquo fticke deepe.
And in his Royaltie of Nature reignes that
Which would be fear'd. 'Tis much he dares,
And to that dauntlefle temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wifdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To a<ft in fafetie. There is none but he,
Whofe being I doe feare : and vnder him,
My Genm is rebuk'd,as it is faid
Mar^Anthonies was by Ceejar. He chid the Sifters,
When firft they put the Name of King vpon me,
And bad them fpeake to him. Then Prophet-like,
They hayl'd him Father to a Line of Kings.
Vpon my Head they plac'd a fruitlefte Crownc,
And put a barren Scepter in my Gripe,
Thence to be wrencht with an vnlineall Hand,
No Sonne of mine fucceeding : if't be fo,
For Banqud's liTue haue I fil'd my Minde,
For them, the gracious Duncan haue I murther'd.
Put Rancours in the Veflell of my Peace
Onely for them,and mine eternall lewell
Giuen to the common Enemie of Man,
To make them Kings, the Seedes oïBanquo Kings«
Rather then fo,come Fate into the Lyft,
And champion me to th'vtterance.
Who's there ?
Enter Seruant^and tvoo Muyfberers.
Now goe to the Doore, and ftay there till we call.
Exit Seruant.
Was it not yefterday we fpoke together?
Murth. It was, fo pleafe your Highnefie.
Mach. Well then,
Now haue you confider'd of my fpeeches :
Know,
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The Tragedle of ¿Macbeth.
Know, that it was he, in the times part.
Which held you fo vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our innocent felfe.
This I made good to you, in our laft conference,
Paft in probation with you :
How you were borne in hand, how croft:
The Inftruments : who wrought with them:
And all things elfe, that might
To hälfe a Soule,and to a Notion crazM,
Say, Thus did 'Banquo,
I .Murth. You made it knowne to vs.
Mach. I did fo :
And went further, which is now
Our point of fécond meeting.
Doe you finde your patience fo predominant.
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
Are you fo Gofpeird,to pray for this good man,
And for his lifue, whofe heauie hand
Hath bow'd you to the Graue, and begger'd
Yours for euer ?
1. Murtb. We are men, my Liege.
Mach. I,in the Catalogue ye goe for men,
As Hounds,and Greyhounds,Mungrels,Spaniels,Curres,
.Showghes, Water-Rugs, and Demy-Wolues are dipt
All by the Name of Dogges : the valued file
Diftinguiihes the fwift, the flow,the fubtle,
The Houfe-keeper, the Hunter, euery one
According to the gift, which bounteous Nature
Hath in him closM: whereby he does receiue
Particular addition,from the Bill,
That writes them all alike : and fo of men.
Now, if you haue a ftation in the file,
Not i'th* worft ranke of Manhood, iay't,
And I will put that BufineiTe in your Bofomes,
Whofe execution takes your Enemie off.
Grapples you to the heartjand loue of vs.
Who weare our Health but fickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfed.
z.Murth. I am one,my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath fo incens'd,that I am recklelfe what I doe.
To fpight the World.
Murth. And I another.
So wearie with Difafters, tugg'd with Fortune,
That I would fet my Life on any Chance,
To mend it. or be rid onT.
Mach. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie.
Murth. True,my Lord.
Mach. So is he mine: and in fuch bloody diftance,
That euery minute of his being, thrufts
Againft my neer'ft of Life; and though I could
With bare-fac'd power fweepe him from my fight,
And bid my will auouch it j yet I muft not.
For certaine friends that are both his,and mine,
Whofe loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall.
Who Í my felfe ftruck downe : and thence it is,
That I to your affiftance doe make loue,
Masking the Bufineffe from the common Eye,
For fundry weightie Reafons.
2. Murth. We ihall,my Lord,
Performe what you command vs,
I. Murth. Though our Liues—
Mach. Your Spirits fliine through you.
Within this houre, at moft,
I will aduife you where to plant your felues,
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th'time.
The moment onT,for*t muft be done to Night,
And fomething from the Pallace : alwayes thought,
That I require a cleareneffe j and with him,
To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke :
F}eaniyh\% Sonne,that keepes him companie,
Whofe abfence is no leffe materiall to me,
Then is his Farhers,muft embrace the fate
Of that darke houre : refolue your felues apart.
He come to you anon. ^
Murtb. We are refolu'd,my Lord.
Mach. He call vpon you ftraight : abide within,
It is concluded : Banquo^ihy Soules flight,
If it finde Heauen,muft finde it out to Night. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter cfMacheths Lady, and a Seruant.
Lady. Is Banquo gone from Court
Seruant. I,Madame, but returnes againe to Night.
Lady. Say to the King,I would attend his leyfure.
For a few words.
Seruant. Madame, I will. Exit.
Lady. Nought's had, all's fpent,
Where our defire is got without content :
'Tis fafer, to be that which we deftroy,
Then by deftru£tion dwell in doubtfull ioy.
Enter cMacheth.
How now,my Lord, why doe you keepe alone ^
Of forryeft Fancies your Companions making,
Vfing thofe Thoughts,which Ihould indeed haue dy'd
With them they thinke on:things without all remedie
Should be without regard: what'sidone, is done.
Mach. We haue fcorch'd the Snake,not kill'd it:
Shee'le clofe,and be her felfe, whileft our poore Mallice
Remaines in danger of her former Tooth.
But let the frame of things dif-ioynt.
Both the Worlds fuffer.
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and fleepe
In the afflidlion of thefe terrible Dreames,
That fliake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue fent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In reftleffe extafie.
^uncane is in his Graue :
After Lifes fitfull Feuer, he fleepes well,
Treafon ha's done his worft: nor Steele,nor Poyfon,«
Mallice domeftique, forraine Leuie, nothing.
Can touch him further.
Lady. Come on :
Gentle my Lord,fleeke o're your rugged Lookes,
Be bright and louiall among your Guefts to Night.
Mach. So fliall I Loue, and fo I pray be you :
Let your remembrance apply to Banquo^
Prefent him Eminence, both with Eye and Tongue :
Vnfafe the while, that wee muft laue
Our Honors in thefe flattering ftreames,
And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts,
Difguifing what they are.
Lady, You muft leaue this.
Mach.O y(\Á\ of Scorpions is my Minde,deare Wife:
Thou know'ftjthat Banquo and his Fleam liues.
Lady. But
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Lady, But in them, Natures Coppie's not eterne.
Mach, There's comfort yet,they are aíTaíIeable,
Then be thou iocund : ere the Bat hath flowne .
His Cloyfter'd flight, ere to black Heccats fummons
The fliard-borne Beetle, with his drowfie hums,
Hath rung Nights yawning Peale,
There /hall be done a deed of dreadful! note.
Lady, What's to be done ?
Mach.^t innocent of the knowledge,deareil Chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed: Come,feeling Night,
Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifuli Day,
And with thy bloodie and inuifibie Hand
Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
Which keepes me pale. Light thickens,
And the Crow makes Wing toth'Rookie Wood ;
Good things of Day begin to droope,and drowfe,
Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey's doe rowfe.
Thou marueirH at my words : but hold thee ftill,
Things bad begun,make flrong themíélues by ill :
So prythee goe with me. Exeunt,
Seena Tertia.
Enter three Murtherers,
1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs?
3. Macbeth.
2. He needes not our miftruftjfince he deliuers
Our Offices, and what we haue to doe.
To the direâion iuft.
1. Then ftand with vs :
The Weft yet glimmers with fome ftreakes of Day.
Now fpurres the lated Traueller apace,
To gayne the timely Inne, end neere approches
The fubie£l of our Watch.
3. Hearke,! heare Horfes.
ianquo mthin. Giue vs a Light there, hoa.
2. Then 'tis hee :
The reft, that are within the note of expeflatlon,
Aireadle are i'th'Court.
1. His Horfes goe about.
3. Almoft a mile : but he does vfually,
So all men doe, from hence toth'Pallace Gate
Make it their Walke.
Enter Banquo and Fleans, tpiîh a Torch,
2. A Light, a Light.
3. 'Tis hee.
I. Stand too't.
Ban, It will be Rayne to Night.
I. Let it come downe.
'Ban. O, Trecherie !
Flyc good Fleans^ flye, fiye, flye,
Thou may'ft reuenge. O Slaue !
3. Who did ftrike out the Light ?
1. Was't not the way ?
3. There's but one downe: the Sonne is fled.
2. We haue loft
Heft halie of our AiFaire.
I. Well, let's away, and fay how much is done.
Exeunt,
Sccena Quarta.
Banquet prepared. Enter zMachethy Lady^ Rojjcy Lenox^
Lords, and tAttendants,
Mach. You know your owne degrees,fit downe:
At firft and laft,the hearty welcome.
Lords. Thankes to your .Maiefty.
Mach, Our lelfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Hüft :
Our Hoftefle keepes her State, but in beft time
We will require her welcome.
La. Pronounce it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart fpeakes, they are welcome.
Enter firji cATurtherer,
Macb.Stt they encounter thee with their harts thanks
Both Ildes are euen : heere He fit i'th'mid'ft.
Be large in mirth,anon wee'l drinke a Meafure
The Table round. There's blood vpon thy face.
Mur. *Tis Banquo s then.
Mach, 'Tis better thee without, then he within.
Is he difpatch'd f
Mur. My Lord his throat is cut, that I did for him.
Mac. Thou art the beft o'th'Cut-throats,
Yet hee's good that did the like for Fleans :
If thou did'ft it, thou art the Non-pareill.
Mur. Moft Royall Sir
Fleans is fcap'd.
<iMach. Then comes my Fit agalne :
I had elfe beene perfcil j
Whole as the Marble, founded as the Rocke,
As broad, and generali, as the cafing Ayre;
But now I am cabin'd, crib'd, confin'd, bound in*
To fawcy doubts, and feares. But Bar.quô'% fafe?
Mur, I,my good Lord : fafe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty trenched gaflies on his head 5
The leaft a Death to Nature.
Mach. Thankes for that;
There the growne Serpent lyes, the worme that's fled
Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed.
No teeth for th'prefent. Get thee gone, to morrow
Wee'l heare our felues againe. Exit Murderer,
Lady. My Royall Lord,
You do not giue the Cheere, the Feaft is fold
That is not often vouch'd, while 'tis a making ; •
'Tis giuen, with welcome : to feede were beft at home :
From thence, the fawce to meate is Ceremony,
Meeting were bare without it.
Enter the Ghoß of Banquoy and fits in Macbeths place.
cMach, Sweet Remembrancer :
Now good digeftion waite on Appetite,
And health on both.
Lenox, May't pleafe your HlghneiTe fit.
Mach. Here had we now our Countries Honor,roord,
Were the grac'd perfon of our Banquo prelent :
Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnefle,
Then pitty for Mifchance.
Rojfe. His abfence(Sir)
Layes blame vpon his promiie. Pleas't your Highnefle
To grace vs with your Royall Company f
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Mach. The Table's full,
Lenox, Heere is a place referu'd Sir,
Mach. Where?
Lenox. Heere my good Lord.
What is't that moues your HighneíTe f
cMach. Which of you haue done this ?
Lords. What, my good Lord ?
Mach. Thou canil not fay I did it; neuer íhake
Thy goary lockes at me,
keße. Gentlemen rife,his HighneiTe is not well.
Lady. Sit worthy Friends: my Lord is often thus,
And hath beene from his youth. Pray you keepe Seat,
The fit is momentary, vpon a thought
He will againe be well. If much you note him
You /hall offend him, and extend his Paffion,
Feed, and regard him not. Are you a man?
Mach. I, and a bold one, that dare looke on that
Which might appall the Diuell.
La. O proper ftuffe ;
This is the very painting of your feare :
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you faid
Led you to Duncan. O, thefe flawesand ilarts
(Impoftors to true feare) would well become
A womans ftory, at a Winters fire
Authoriz'd by her Grandam : Ihame it felfe,
Why do you make fuch faces? When all's done
You looke but on a iloole.
Mach. Prythee fee there :
Behold, looke, loe, how fay you :
Why what care I, if thou canil nod, fpeake too.
If Charnell houfes, and our Graues mull fend
Thofe that we bury, backe j our Monuments
Shall be the Mawes of Kytes.
La. What? quite vnmann'd in folly.
Mach. If I Hand heere, I faw him.
La. Fie for ihame.
Mach, Blood hath bene ihed ere now, Pth^olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale :
I, and fince too, Murthers haue bene performed
Too terrible for the eare. The times has bene.
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end : But now they tife againe
With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes,
And pulh vs from our llooles. This is more ftrange
Then fuch a murther is.
La. My worthy Lord
Your Noble Friends do lacke you.
Mach. I do forget:
Do aot mufe at me my moil worthy Friends,
I haue a ilrange infirmity,which is nothing
To thofe that know me. Come,loue and health to all,
Then He fit downe : Giue me fome Wine,fill full :
Lnter Ghoß.
I drinke to th'generall ioy o'ch'whole Table,
And to our deere Friend ^anguo, whom we miffe :
Would he were heere : to all, and him we thiril.
And all to all.
Lords. Our duties, and the pledge.
e^í/ír.Auant, &c quit my fight, let the earth hide thee;
Thy bones are marrowleffe, thy blood is cold :
Thou hail no fpeculation in thofe eyes
Which thou doil glare with.
La. Thinke of this good Peeres'
But as a thing of Cufióme : 'Tis no other,
Onely it fpoyles the pleafure of the time.
Mach. What man dare, I dare :
of ¿Macbeth.
Approach thou like the rugged Ruffian Beare,
The arm'd Rhinoceros, or th'Hircan Tiger,
Take any (hape but that, and my firme Nerues
Shall neuer tremble. Or be aliue againe.
And dare me to the Defart with thy Sword :
If trembling I inhabit then, proteft mee
The Baby of a Girle. Hence horrible lhadow,
Vnreall mock'ry hence. Why fo, being gone
I am a man againe ; pray you fit Rill.
ha. You haue difplac'd the mirth.
Broke the good meeting, with moft admir'd diforder.
Mach. Can fuch things be.
And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our fpeciall wonder? You make me ftrange
Euen to the difpofition that I owe.
When now 1 thinke you can behold fuch fights.
And keepe the naturall Ruble of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare.
Roßc. What fights,my Lord?
La, I pray you fpeake not : he growes worfe & worfe
Qi^eftion enrages him : at once, goodnight.
Stand not vpon the order of your going,
But go at once.
hen. Good night,and better health
Attend his Maiefty.
La. A kinde goodnight to all. Exit Lords.
Mach. It will baue blood they fay :
Blood will haue Blood :
Stones haue beene knowne to moue,& Trees to fpeake :
Augures, and vnderftood Relations, haue
By .Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
The fecret'ft man of Blood. What is the night?
La. Almoft at oddes with morning, which is which.
Mach.ïiov! fay'ft thou that Macduff denies his perfon
At our great bidding.
La-. Did you fend to him Sir?
Mach. I heare it by the way : But I will fend :
There's not a one of them but in his houfe
I keepe a Seruant Feed. I will to morrow
(And betimes I will) to the weyard Sifters.
More (hall they fpeake : for now I am bent to know
By the word meanes, the worft, for mine owne good.
All caufes ftiall giue way. I am in blood
Stept in fo farrc, that fliould I wade no more.
Returning were as tedious as go ore :
Strange things I haue in head, that will to hand,
Which muft be afted, ere they may be fcand.
La. You lacke the feafon of all Natures, ileepe.
Mach .Come, wee'l to fleepe : My ftrange Sc felf-abufe
Is the initiate feare, that wants hard vfe :
We are yet but yong indeed. Exeunt.
Seena Quinta.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches, meetinx
Hecat.
I. Why how now Hecat, you looke angerly ?
Hec. Haue I not reafon (Beldams) as you are ?
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macheth,
In Riddles,and Affaires of death ;
And
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And I the Miftris of your Charmes,
The clofe contriuer of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or ihew the glory of our Art ?
And which Is worfe, all you haue done
Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,
Spightfull,and wrathfull, who (as others do)
Loues for his owne ends, not for you.
But make amends now s Get you gon,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meete me i'th'Morning : thither he
Will come, to know his Deftinie.
Your Veflels, and your Spels prouide.
Your Charmes,and euery thing befide ;
I am for th'Ayre : This night lie fpend
Vnto a difmall, and a Fatall end.
Great bufineíTe muft be wrought ere Noone.
Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
He catch it ere it come to ground j
And that diftill'd by Magicke flights.
Shall raife fuch Aj-tihciail Sprights,
As by the ftrength of their illufion,
Shall draw him on to his Confufion.
He fhall fpurne Fate, fcorne Death, and beare
His hopes 'boue Wifedome, Grace, and Feare:
And you all know, Security
Is Mortals cheefefl Enemie.
Mußci^^and a Song.
Hearke, I am call'd :my little Spirit fee
Sits in a Foggy cloud, and ftayes for me.
Sing mthin. Come ave ay ^ come aveay^&c.
I Come, let's make hafl, fhee'l foone be
Backe againe. Exeunt.
Scana Sexta.
Enter Lenox^and another Lord,
Lenox. My former Spee ches,
Haue but hit your Thoughts
Which can interpret farther : Onely I fay
Things haue bin ftrangely borne. The gracious Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth ; marry he was dead ;
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may fay (ift pleafe you^ Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled : Men muft not walke too late.
Who cannot want the thought,how monftrous
Jt was for Malcolme.^ and for Donalbane
To kill their gracious Father ? Damned Fait,
How it did greeue Macbeth ? Did he not ftraight
In pious rage, the two delinquents teare.
That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of lleepe ?
Was not that Nobly done? I, and wifely too :
For 'twould haue anger'd any heart aliue
To heare the men deny't. So that I fay,
He ha's borne all things well, and I do thinke,
That had he Duncans Sonnes vnder his Key,
(As,and't pleafe Heauen he fhall not) they fhould finde
What 'twere to kill a Father : So fhould Fleans.
But peace 5 for from broad words, and caufe he fayl'd
His prefence at the Tyrants Feaft, I heare
çMacduffe liues in difgrace. Sir,can you tell
Where he beftowes himfelfe?
Lord. The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the Englifh Court,and is receyu'd
Of the moft Pious Edward^ with fuch grace,
That the maleuolence of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high refpeil. Thither Macduffe
Is gone, to pray the Holy King, vpon his ayd
To wake Northumberland,and warlike Seyveard^
That by the helpe of thefe (with him aboue^
To ratifie the Worke) we may againe
Giue to our Tables meate, fleepe to our Nights;
Free from our Feaib,and Banquets bloody kniues;
Do faithfull Homage,and receiue free Honors,
All which we pine for now. And this report
Hath fo exafperate their King, that hee
Prepares for fome attempt of Warre.
Len. Sent he to Macduffe f
Lord, He did : and with an abfolute Sir, not I
The dowdy Meffenger turnes me his backe.
And hums; as who fhould fay, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Anfwer.
Lenox. And that well might
Aduife him to a Caution, t'hold whatdiftance
His wifedome can prouide. Some holy Angelí
FJye to the Court of England,and vnfold
His MefTage ere he come, that a fwift bleffing
May foone returne to this our fuffering Country,
Vnder a hand accurs'd.
Lord. lie fend my Prayers with him. Exeunt
ASÎUS Quartus. ScenaTrima.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches.
J Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd.
2 Thrice,and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd.
3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time.
1 Round about the Caldron go :
In the poyfond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold ftone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one :
Sweltred Venom fleeping got,
Boyle thou firft i'th'charmed pot«
.All. Double, double, toile and trouble ;
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
2 Fillet of a Fenny Snake,
In the Cauldron boyle and bake :
Eye of Newt, and Toe of Frogge,
Wooll of Bat, and Tongue of Dogge ;
Adders Forke, and Blinde-wormes Sting,
Lizards legge, and Howlets wing :
For a Charme of powrefull trouble.
Like a Hell-broth, boyle and bubble.
tAll. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble.
3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
Witches Mummey, Maw,and Gulfe
Of the rauin'd fait Sea fharke:
Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th'darke ;
Liuer of Blafpheming lew,
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipfe :
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Nofe of Türke, and Tartars lips :
Finger of Birch-ftrangled Babe,
Ditch-deiiuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and ilab.
Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron,
For thUngredience of our Cawdron.
All. Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne,and Cauldron bubble.
2 Coole it with a Baboones blood.
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Bnter Hecat^and the other three Wit ches,
Hec. O well done : I commend your paines,
And euery one ihal! ihare i'ch'gaines:
And now about the Cauldron fing
Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring,
Inchanting all that you put in.
Mußcke and a Song, ^lackf Spirits, Ó"t*.
2 By the pricking of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes;
Open LockeSjWho euer knockes.
Enter Macbeth.
Macb.Hovf now you fecret, black,& midnight Hags?
What is't you do ?
All. A deed without a name.
Macb. I coniure you, by that which you 'ProfeiTe,
(How ere you come to know it) anfwer me :
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
Againft the Churches; Though the yefty Waues
Confound and fwallow Nauigation vp :
Though bladed Corne be lodg'd,& Trees blown downe.
Though Cafties topple on their Warders heads ;
Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do ilope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treafure
Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
Euen till deftrudlion ficken : Anfwer me
To what I aske you»
1 Speake.
2 Demand.
3 Wee'l anfwer.
I Say,if th'hadft rather heare it from our mouthes.
Or from our Mafters.
Macb. Call'em : let me fee 'em.
I Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's fweaten
From the Murderers Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame.
All. Come high or low :
Thy Seife and Office deaftly ihow. Thunder.
1. Apparation,an Armed Head.
Macb. Tell me, thou vnknowne power.
I He knowes thy thought :
Heare his fpeech, but fay thou nought.
I Appar. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth :
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife : difmiíTe me. Enough.
He ¿Dejcends.
Macb.Vfhat ere thou art, for thy good caution,thanks
Thou haft harp'd my feare aright. But one word more.
1 He will not be commanded : heere's another
More potent then the firft. Thunder,
2 Apparition, a Bloody Childe.
2 Appar. cMacbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth.
Macb. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee.
2 Appar, Be bloody, bold,& refolute :
Laugh to fcorne
The powre of man ; For none of woman borne
Shall harme Macbeth. T>£jcends.
Mac. Then liue Macduffe'.vihat need I feare of thee?
But yet lie make aíTurance ; double fure,
And take a Bond of Fate : thou lhalt not liue,
That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies 5
And fleepe in fpight of Thunder. Thunder
3 Apparation,a Cbilde Qrorvned, tvith a Tree in hü hand.
What is this, that rifes like the iffiie of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of Soueraignty ?
All. Liften, but fpeake not too't.
3 Appar. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Confpirers are ;
Macbeth lhall neuer vanquiffi'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunfmane Hill
Shall come againft him. Defcend.
Macb. That will neuer bee ;
Who can imprefie the Forreft, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root? Sweet boadments,good ;
Rebellious dead, rife neuer till the Wood
Of Byrnan rife, and our high plac'd Macbeth
Shall liue the Leafe of Nature, pay his breath
To time, and mortall Cuftome. Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing; Tell me, if your Art
Can tell fo much ; Shall Banqud% iíTue euer
Reigne in this Kingdome ?
All. Seeke to know no more.
Macb. I will be fatisfied. Deny me this,
And an eternall Curfe fall on you : Let me know.,'
Why finkes that Caldron/& what noife is this? Hohyes
1 Shew.
2 Shew.
3 Shew,
All. Shew his Eyes,and greeue his Hart,
Come like ihadowes, fo depart.
Aß>evp of eight Kings, and ^anquo laß,tri tb a gl^fft
in hü band.
Macb. Thou art too like the Spirit of Banquo\ Down:
Thy Crowne do's feare mine Eye-bals. And thy haire
Thou other Gold-bound-brow, is like the firft :
A third, is like the former. Filthy Hagges,
Why do you ffiew me this? A fourth ? Start eyes !
What will the Line ftretch out to'ch'cracke of Doome ?
Another yet ? A feauenth? Jle fee no more :
And yet the eight appeares, who beares a glafle.
Which ffiewes me many more : and fome i fee,
That tWQ-foId Balles, and trebble Scepters carry.
Horrible fight: Now I fee 'tis true,
For the Blood-bolter'd Banquo fmiles vpon me,
And points at them for his. What? is this fo ?
I I Sir,all this is fo. But why
Stands çl^facbeth thus amazedly?
Come Sifters, cheere we vp his fprights,
And ffiew the beft of our delights.
Jle Charme the Ayre to giue a found.
While you performe your Antique round :
That this great King may kindly fay.
Our duties, did his welcome pay. Mußchp.
The ¡Vítches Dance,and vanißa,
<ûhiacb. Where are they ? Gone f
Let this pernitious heure.
Stand aye accurfed in the Kalender.
Come in, without there. Enter Lenox.
Lenox. What's your Graces will.
Macb.
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Mach. Saw you the Weyard Sifters ^
Lenox. No my Lord.
Mach. Came they not by you ?
Lenox. No indeed my Lord.
Mad). Infected be the Ayre whereon they ride,
And damnM all thofe chat truft them. 1 did heare
The galiopping of Horfe. Who was't came by?
Len. 'Tis two or three my Lord,that bring you word :
Macduff h fled to England.
Macb. Fled to England ?
Len. I,my good Lord.
Macb. Time, thou anticipat'ft my dread exploits:
The flighty purpofe neuer is oVe-tooke
Vnlefle the deed go with it. From this moment,
The very firftlings of my heart ihall he
The firftlings of my hand. And euen now
To Crown my thoughts with A£ts;be it thoght & done:
The Caftle of Macduff, I will furprize.
Seize vpon Fifej giue to th'edge o'th'Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all vnfortunate Soules
That trace him in his Line. No boafting like a Foole,
This deed He do, before this purpofe coole.
But no more fights. Where are thefe Gentlemen ?
Come bring me where they are. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter Macduffes JVtfe,her Son^and Rcffe,
Wife. What had he done,to make him fly the Land?
'R^ffe. You muft haue patience Madam.
Wife. He had none :
His flight was madneíTe : when our Anions do not.
Our feares do make vs Traitors.
Roffe. You know not
Whether it was his wifedome,or his feare.
Wife. Wifedom? to leaue his wife,to leaue his Babes,
His Manfion,and his Titles, in a place
From whence himfelfe do's flye? He Joues vs nor.
He wants the naturall touch. For the poore Wren
(The moft diminitiue of Birds) will fight,
Her yong ones in her Neft, againft the O wie :
All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue j
As little is the Wifedome, where the flight
So runnes againft: all reafon.
%offe. My deereft Cooz,
I pray you fchoole your felfe. But for your Husband,
He is Noble, Wife, Iudicious,and beft knowes
The fits o'ch'Seafon. I dare not fpeake much further.
But crueil are the times, when we are Traitors
And do not know our felues : when we hold Rumor
From what we feare, yet know not what we feare.
But floate vpon a wilde and violent Sea
Each way, and moue. I take my leaue of you :
Shall not be long but He be heere againe :
Things at the worft will ceafejor elfe climbe vpward,
To what they were before. My pretty Cofine,
BieflTmg vpon you.
Wife. Fathered he is,
And yet hee's Father-lelTe.
%fffe. I am fo much a Foole,ihould I ftay longer
It would be my difgrace, and your difcomfort.
I take my leaue at once. Exit Roffe.
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Wife. Sirra, your Fathers dead.
And what will you do now? How will you Hue?
Son. As Birds do Mother.
Wife. What with Wormes,and Flyes?
Son. With what I get I meane,and fo do they.
Wife. Poore Bird,
Thou'dft neuer Feare the Net, nor Lime,
The Pitfall, nor the Gin.
Son. Why ftiould I Mother?
Poore Birds they are not fet for :
My Father is not dead for all your faying.
Wife. Yes, he Is dead :
How wilt thou do for a Father?
Son. Nay how will you do for a Husband ?
Wife. Why I can buy me twenty at any Market.
Son. Then you'l by 'em to fell againe.
Wife. Thou fpeak'ft withall thy wit,
And yet Tfaith with wit enough for thee.
Son. Wasimy Father a Traitor, Mother ?,
Wife. I, that he was.
Son. What is a Traitor ?
Wife. Why one that fweares,and lyes.
Son. And be all Traitors, that do fo.
Wife. Euery one that do's fo, is a Traitor,
And muft be hang'd.
Son. And muft they all be hang'd, that fwear and lye ?
Wife Euery one.
Son. Who muft hang them f
Wife. Why,the hcneft men.
Son. Then the Liars and Swearers are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honeft men,
and hang vp them.
Wife. Now God helpe thee, poore Monkie :
But how wilt thou do for a Father ?
Son. If he were dead, youl'd weepe for him : if you
would not, it were a good figne, that I ihould quickcly
haue a new Father.
Wife. Poore pratler,how thou talk'ft ?
Enter a Meffenger.
AÍ^BleíTe you faire Dame : 1 am not to you known,
Though in your ftate of Honor I am perfect j
I doubt fame danger do's approach you neerely.
If you will take a homely mans aduice,
Be not found heere : Hence with your little ones
To fright you thus. Me thinkes 1 am too fauage;
To do worfe to you, were fell Cruelty,
Which is too nie your perfon. Heauen preferue you,
I dare abide no longer. Exit MeJJ'enger
Wife. Whether ihould I flye ?
I haue done no harme. But 1 remember now
I am in this earthly world : where to do harme
Is often laudable, to do good fometime
Accounted dangerous folly. Why then (alas)
Do 1 put vp that womanly defence,
To fay I haue done no harme?
What are thefe faces ?
Enter Murtherert.
Mur. Where is your Husband ?
Wife. I hope in no place fo vnfan€Hfied,
Where fuch as thou may'ft finde him.
Mur. He's a Traitor.
Son. Thou ly'ft thou /hagge-ear'd Villaine.
Mur. What you Egge ?
Yong fry of Treachery F
Son. Pie ha's kill'd me Mother,
Run away I pray you. Exit crying Murtker.
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Sccena Tertia.
Enter Malcolme and Macduffe,
Mai. Let vs feeke out fome defolate ihade, & there
Weepe our fad bofomes empty.
cMacd. Let vs rather
Hold fail the mortall Sword : and like good men,
Beftride our downfall Birthdome : each new Morne,
New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new forowes
Strike heauen on the face, that It refounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yelTd out
Like Syllable of Dolour.
Mai. What I beleeue, He waile ;
What know, beleeue j and what I can redreife,
As I ihall finde the time to friend : I wil.
What you haue fpoke, it may be fo perchance.
This Tyrant, whofe fole name blifters our tongues,
Was once thought honeft : you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touchM you yet. 1 am yong,but fomething
You may difcerne of him through me, and wifedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T^appeafe an angry God.
Macd. I am not treacherous.
Male. But Macbeth is.
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an Impenall charge. But 1 ihall craue your pardon :
That which you are, my thoughts cannot tranfpofe \
Angels are bright ftill, though the brighteft fell.
Though all things foule, would wear the brows of grace
Yet Grace muft ftill looke fo.
Macd. 1 haue loft my Hopes.
Male. Perchance euen there
Where 1 did finde my doubts.
Why in that rawnefte left you Wife,and Childe?
Thofe precious Motiues, thofe ftrong knots of Loue,
Without ieaue-taking. 1 prav you,
Let not my lealoufies, be your Diihonors,
But mine owne Safeties \ you may be rightly iuft,
What euer I ihall thinke.
Macd. Bleed, bleed poore Country,
Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy bafis fure,
For goodnefte dare not check thee : wear y thy wrongs,
The Title, is affear'd. Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the Villaine that thou think*ft,
For the whole Space that^s in the Tyrants Grafpe,
And the rich Eaft to boot.
Mai. Be not offended :
I fpeake not as in abfolute feare of you :
I thinke our Country fmkes beneath the yoake,
It weepes, it bleeds, and each new day a gaih
Is added to her wounds. I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from gracious England haue I offer
Of goodly thoufands. But for all this,
When I ihall treade vpon the Tyrants head,
Or weare it on my Sword j yet my poore Country^
Shall haue more vices then it had before,
More fuffer, and more fundry wayes then euer,(
By him that ihall fucceede.
Macd. What ihould he be ?
Mai. It is my felfe I meane : in whom I know
All the particulars of Vice fo grafted.
That when they ihall be openM, blacke Macbeth
Will feeme as pureas Snow, and the poore State
Efteeme him as a Lambe, being compared
With my confinelefle harmes.
Macd. Not in the Legions
Of horrid Hell, can come a Diuell more damnM
In euils, to top Macbeth.
Mai, I grant him Bloody,
Luxurious, Auaricious, Falfe, Deceitful!,
Sodaine, Malicious, fmacking of euery finne
That ha's a name. But there*$ no bottume, none
In my Voluptuoufneife : Your Wiues, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
The Cefterne of my Luft, and my Defire
All continent Impediments would ore-beare
That did oppofe my will. Better Macbeth.^
Then fuch an one to reigne.
Macd. Boundlefie intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny ; It hath beene
Th*vntimely emptying of the happy Throne,
And fill! of many Kings. But feare not yet
To take vpon you what is yours : you may
Conuey your pleafures in a fpacious plenty,
And yet feeme cold. The time you may fo hoodwinke :
We haue willing Dames enough:there cannot be
That Vulture in you, to deuoure fo many
As will to GreatnelTe dedicate themfelues.
Finding it fo inclinde.
Mai With this, there growes
In my moft ill-compos d AffeÔion, fuch
A ftanchleife Auarice, that were I King,
I ihould cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Defire his lewels, and this others Houfe,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I ihould forge
Quarrels vniuft againft the Good and Loyall,
Deftroying them for wealth.
Macd. This Auarice
ftickes deeper : growes with more pernicious roote
Then Summer-feeming Luft : and it hath bin
The Sword of our ilaine Kings: yet do not feare,
Scotland hath Foyfons, to fill vp your will
Of your meere Owne. All thefe are portable.
With other Graces weighed.
Mai. But I haue none. The King-becoming Graces,
As luftice, Verity, Temperance, Stabieneife,
Bounty, Perfeuerance, Mercy, Lowlineife,
Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,
I haue no relliih of them, but abound
In the diuifion of each feuerall Crime,
AiHng it many wayes. Nay,had I powre, I Ihould
Poure the fweet Milke of Concord,into Hell,
Vprore the vniuerfali peace, confound
All vnity on earth.
Macd. O Scotland, Scotland.
Mai. If fuch a one be fit to gouerne, fpeake :
I am as I haue fpoken.
Mac.Y\t to gouern?No not to liue. O Natío miferable!
With an vntitled Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
When flialt thou fee thy wholfome dayes againe.^
Since that the trueft llfue of thy Throne
By his owne lnterdi£lion ftands accuft,
And do*s blafpheme his breed} Thy Royall Father
Was a moft Sainted-King ; the Queene that bore thee,
Oftner vpon her knees, then on her feet,
Dy'de euery day ihe liu'd. Fare thee well,
Thefe
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Thefe Euils thou repeat'ft vpon thy felfe,
Hath banifli'd me from Scotland. O my Breft,
Thy hope ends heere.
¿Mal. Macduff, this Noble paBion
Childe of integrity, hath from my fouJe
Wip'd the blacke Scruples, reconcil'd my thoughts
To thy good Truth, and Honor. Dluelli/h cMacbctb,
By many of thefe traînes, hath fought to win me
Into his power : and modeft Wifedome pluckes me
From ouer-credulous haft ; but God aboue
Deale betweene thee and me; For euen now
I put my felfe to thy Diredlion, and
Vnfpeake mine owne detrailion. Heere abiure
The taints,and blames I laide vpon my felfe.
For ftrangers to my Nature. I am yet
Vnknowne to Woman, neuer was forfworne,
Scarfely haue coueted what was mine owne.
At no time broke my Faith, would not betray
The Deuill to his Fellow, and delight
No leffe in truth then life. My firft falfe fpeaking
Was this vpon my felfe. What 1 am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command :
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten thoufand warlike men
Already at a point, was fetting foorth :
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnefle
Be like our warranted Quarrell. Why are you filent.'
Macd. Such welcome, and vnwelcom things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.
Enter a DoElor,
Mai. Well, more anon. Comes the King forth
I pray you ?
DcEl. I Sir: there are a crew of wretched Soules
That ftay his Cure : their malady conuinces
The great aflay of Art. But at bis touch.
Such fanflity hath Heauen giuen his hand.
They prefently amend. Exit.
Mai. I thanke you Dodbor.
Macd. What's the Difeafe he meanes
Mai. Tis call'd the Euill.
A moft myraculous worke in this good King,
Which often fince my heere remaine in England,
I haue feene him do : How he felicites heauen
Himfelfe beft knowes: but ftrangely vifited people
All fwolne and Vlcerous, pittifull to the eye.
The meere difpaire of Surgery, he cures.
Hanging a golden ftampe about their neckes.
Put on with holy Prayers, and 'tis fpoken
To the fucceeding Royalty he leaues
The healing Benedidbion. With this ftrange vertue.
He hath a heauenly guift of Prophefie,
And fundry Bleflings hang about his Throne,
That fpeake him full of Grace.
Enter Roffe.
Macd. See who comes heere.
Male, My Countryman : but yet I know him nor.
Macd. My euer gentle Cozen, welcome hither.
Male, I know him now. Good God betimes remoue
The meanes that makes vs Strangers.
Roffe. Sir, Amen.
Macd. Stands Scotland where it did ?
Roffe. Alas poore Countrey,
Almoft affraid to know it felfe. It cannot
Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue ; where nothing
But who knowes nothing, is once feene to fmile:
Where lighes,and groanes,and Ihrieks that rent the ayre
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Are made, not mark'd : Where violent forrow feemes
A Moderne extafte : The Deadmans knell.
Is there fcarfe ask'd for who, and good mens Hues
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
Dying, or ere they ficken.
Macd. Oh Relation; too nice,and yet too true.
Male. What's the neweft griefe
Ryffe. That of an houres age,doth hifle the fpeaker,
Each minute teemes a new one.
Macd. How do's my Wifef
Roffe. Why well.
¿Macd. And all my Children ?
Roffe. Well too.
Macd. The Tyrant ha's not batter'd at their peace ?
R^.No.they were wel at peace, when I did leaue'em
Macd. Be not a niggard of your fpeech : How gos't
Roffe. When I came hither to tranfport the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out.
Which was to my beleefe witneft the rather,
For that I faw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
Now is the time of helpe : your eye in Scotland
Would create Soldiours, make our women fight.
To doffe their dire diftreffes.
Male. Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither : Gracious England hath
Lent vs good Seyvard,Arii ten thoufand men,
An older, and a better Souldier, none
That Chriftendome glues out.
Roffe. Would I could anfwer
This comfort with the like. But I haue words
That would be howl'd out in the defert ayre.
Where hearing Ihould not latch them.
¿Macd. What concerne they,
The generali caufe, or Is It a Fee-grlefe
Due to fome fingle breft.'
Roffe, No minde that's honeft
But In it lhares fome woe, though the maine part
Pertaines to you alone.
Macd. If it be mine
Keepe it not from me, quickly let me haue it.
Roffe. Let not your eares dlfplfe my tongue for euer.
Which lhall poíTeíTe them with the heauieft found
That euer yet they heard.
Macd. Humh : I gueffe at it.
Roffe, Your Caftle is furpriz'd : your Wife,and Babes
Sauagely flaughter'd : To relate the manner
Were on the Quarry of thefe murther'd Deere
To adde the death of you.
Male. Merclfull Heauen :
What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes :
Giue forrow words ; the griefe that do's not fpeake,
Whifpers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake.
Macd. My Children too ?
Ro. Wife,Children,Seruants,all that could be found.
Macd. And I muft be from thence?My wife kil'd toof
Roffe. I haue faid.
Male. Be comforted.
Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge,
To cure this deadly greefe.
¿Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones?
Did you fay All? Oh Hell-Kite ! All ?
What, All my pretty Chickens, and their Damme
At one fell fwoope ?
Male. Difpute it like a man.
Macd. I ihall do fo :
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But I muft alfo feele it as a man ;
I cannot but remember fuch things were
That were moil precious to me : Did heauen looke on,
And would not take their part? Sinfull Macduff,
They were all ftrooke for thee : Naught that I am.
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell flaughter on their foules : Heauen reft them now.
Mai. Be this the Whetftone of your fword, let griefe
Conuert to anger ; blunt not the heart, enrage it.
Macd. 0 I could play the woman with mine eyes.
And Braggart with my tongue. But gentle Heauens,
Cut (hort all intermiffion : Front to Front,
Bring thou this Fiend of Scotland, and my felfe
Within my Swords length fet him, if he fcape
Heauen forgiue him too.
Mai. This time goes manly :
Come go we to the King, our Power is ready,
Our lacke is nothing but our leaue. CMachetb
Is ripe for lhaking, and the Powres aboue
Put on their Inftruments : Receiue what cheere you may.
The Night is long, that neuer findes the Day. Exeunt
would haue thought the olde man to haue had fo much
blood in him.
DoEl. Do you marke that ?
Lad.Tht "Thane of Fife, had a wife : where is Aie now?
What will thefe hands ne're be cleane ? No more o'that
my Lord, no more o'that : you marre all with this ftar-
ting.
DoEl. Go too, go too:
You haue knowne what you Aiould not.
Gent. She ha's fpoke what Aiee Aiould not, I am fure
of that : Heauen knowes what Aie ha's knowne.
La. Heere's the fmell of the blood ftill : all the per¬
fumes of Arabia will not fweeten this little hand.
Oh, oh, oh.
DoEl. What a figh is there? The hart is forely charg'd.
Gent. I would not haue fuch a heart in my bofome,
for the dignity of the whole body.
DoEl. Well,well, well.
Gent. Pray God it be fir.
DoEl. This difeafe is beyond my praflife : yet I haue
knowne thofe which haue walkt in their Aeep, who haue
dyed holily in their beds.
Lad. Waih your hands, put on your Night-Gowne,
looke not fo pale : I tell you yet againe Banquo'i buried ;
he cannot come out on's graue.
DoEl. Euen fo ?
Lady. To bed, to bed : there's knocking at the gate :
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand : What's
done, cannot be vndone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
Exit Lady.
DoEl. Will Ale go now to bed ?
Gent, Direélly.
Do3. Foule whifp'rings are abroad : vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles : infeûed mindes
To their deafe pillowes will difcharge their Secrets :
More needs Aie the Diuine, then the Phyfitian :
God, God forgiue vs all. Looke after her,
Remoue from her the meanes of all annoyance.
And ftill keepe eyes vpon her: So goodnight.
My minde Aie ha's mated, and amaz'd my fight.
I thinke, but dare not fpeake.
Gent. Good night good Doflor. Exeunt.
ABus Quintus. ScenaTrima.
Enter a DoEior of Fhyßclte, and a Wayt 'wg
Gentlewoman.
DoEi. I haue too Nights watch'd with you, but can
perceiue no truth in your report. When was it fliee laft
walk'd f
Gent. Since his Maiefty went into the Field, I haue
feene her rife from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vp-
pon her, vnlocke her Cloflet, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it, afterwards Seale it, and againe re-
turne to bed J yet all this while in a moft fail ileepe.
fDoEl. A great perturbation in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of fleep, and do the efredls of watching.
In this Aumbry agitation, befides her walking,and other
aäuall performances, what (atany time) haue you heard
her fay ?
Gent. That Sir, which I will not report after her,
DoEl. You may to me, and 'tis moll meet you Aiould.
Gent. Neither to you, nor any one,hauing no witneffe
to confirme my fpeech. Enter Lady.vitb a Taper,
Lo you, heere fhe comes : This is her very guife,and vp-
on my life fall afieepe : obferue her, ftand clofe.
DoEl. How came Aie by that light ?
Gent. Why it flood by her : Aie ha's light by her con¬
tinually, 'tis her command.
DoEl. You fee her eyes are open.
Gent. I but their fenfe are Aiut.
DoEî. What is it Aie do's now ?
Looke how Aie rubbes her hands.
Gent. It is an accuftom'd ailion with her, to feeme
thus waAiing her hands : I haue knowne her continue in
this a quarter of an houre.
Lad. Yet heere's a fpot.
Doa. Heark, Aie fpeaks, I will fet downe what comes
from her, to fatisfie my remembrance the more ftrongly.
La. Out damned fpot : out I fay. One : Two ; Why
■ then 'tis time to doo't : Hell is murky. Fye,my Lord,iie,
a Souldier,and affear'd? what need we feare?who knowes
it, when none can call our powre to accompt : yet who
Seena Secunda.
Drum and Colours, Enter Mentetb, Catbnesy
jdnguSy Lenoxy Soldiers^
Mer.t.Tht Engliih powre is neere, led on by Malcolm^
His Vnkle Seyvcardq and the good Macduff,
Reuenges burne in them : for their deere cauies
Would to the bleeding, and the grim Alarme
Excite the mortihed man.
jdng, Neere Byrnan wood
Shall we well meet them, that way are they comming.
Catb, Who knowes if Donalhane be with his brother.^
Len. For certaine Sir, he is not : 1 haue a File
Of all the Gentry ; there is Seyvards Sonne,
And many vnruife youths, that euen now
Proteft their firft of Manhood.
Mont, What do's the Tyrant.
Catb, Great Dunilnane he ftrongly Fortifies :
Some fay hee'smad : Others, thatlelTcr hate him.
Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
He
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He cannot buckle his dlAemper'd caufe
Within the belt of Rule.
Aug. Now do's he feele
His fecret Murthers fticking on his hands,
Now minutely Reuolts vpbraid his Faith-breach :
Thofe he commands, moue onely in command.
Nothing in loue : Now do's he feele his Title
Hang loofe about him, like a Giants Robe
Vpon a dwarfi/h Theefe.
Mtnt. Who then fliall blame
His pefter'd Senfes to recoyle,and ftart.
When all that is within him, do's condemne
It felfe, for being there.
Cath. Well, march we on.
To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd :
Meet we the Med'cine of the fickly Weale,
And with him poure we in our Countries purge.
Each drop of vs.
Lenox. Or fo much as it needes.
To dew the Soueraigne Flower,and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan. Exeunt marching.
Giue me my Armor.
Seyt. 'Tis not needed yet.
Macb. He put it on :
Send out moe Horfes, skirre the Country round.
Hang thofe that taike of Feare. Giue me mine Armor :
How do's your Patient, Doiior?
"Doli. Not fo ficke my Lord,
As /he is troubled with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her reft.
Macb. Cure of that :
Can'ft thou not Miniller to a minde difeas'd,
Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
And with fome fweet Obliuious Antidote
Cleanfe the ftuflt bofome, of that perillous ftu/Fe
Which weighes vpon the heart?
DoSl. Therein the Patient
Muft miniller to himfelfe.
Macb. Throw Phyficke to the Dogs, He none of it.
Come, put mine Armour on : giue me my Sta/fe :
Seyton, fend out : Doiior, the Thanes flyefrom me;
Come fir, difpatch. If thou could'ft Doiior, caft
The Water of my Land, finde her Difeafe,
And purge it to a found and priftiue Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That /hould applaud againe. Pull't o/F I fay.
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what Purgatiue drugge
Would fcowre thefe Engli/h hence : hear'ft y of them ?
Doli. I my good Lord : your Royall Preparation
Makes vs heare fomething.
Macb. Bring it after me :
I will not be affraid of Death and Bane,
Till Birnane Forreft come to Dunfinane.
Doli. Were I from Dunfinane away,and cleere.
Profit againe /hould hardly draw me heere. Exeunt
Scana Tertia.
Enter Macbeth, Doiior,and Attendants.
Mach. Bring me no more Reports,let them flye all:
Till Byrnane wood remoue to Dunfinane,
I cannot taint with Feare. What's the Boy ^Malcolme Í
Was he not borne of woman ?The Spirits that know
All mortall Confequences, haue pronounc'd me thus:
Feare not Macbeth, no man that's borne of woman
Shall ere haue power vpon thee. Then fly falfe Thanes,
And mingle with the Englilh Epicures,
The minde I fway by, and the heart I beare.
Shall neuer fagge with doubt, nor /hake with feare.
Enter Seruant.
The diuell damne thee blacke, thou cream-fac'd Loone ;
Where got'ft thou that Goofe-looke.
Ser. There is ten thoufand.
Mach. Geefe Villained
Ser. Souldiers Sir.
Macb. Go pricke thy face, and ouer-red thy feare
Thou Lilly-liuer'd Boy. What Soldiers, Patch ?
Death of thy Soule, thofe Linnen cheekes of thine
Are Counfailers to feare. What Soldiers Whay-face?
Ser, The Engli/h Force, fo pleafe you,
Macb. Take thy face hence. Seyton, I am lick at hart.
When I behold : Seyton, I fay, this pulh
Will cheere me euer, or dif-eate me now.
I haue liu'd long enough : my way of life
Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
And that which fliould accompany Old-Age,
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, "Troopes of Friends,
I muft not looke to haue : but in their /leed,
Curfes, not lowd but deepe. Mouth-honor, breath
Which the poore heart would faine deny,and dare not.
Seyton ?
Enter Seyton.
Sei. What's your gracious pleafure?
oMach. What Newes more?
Sey, All is con/irm'd my Lord, which was reported.
Macb.We fight, till from my bones,my fle/h be hackt.
Seena Quarta.
Drum and Qolours. Enter oMatcolme ,Seyward, Macduffe,
Seywards Sonne, Menteth, Cathnes, Angus,
and Soldiers Marching.
Male. Co/ins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That Chambers will be fafe.
Ment. We doubt it nothing.
Syete. What wood is this before vs ?
Ment. The wood of Birnane.
Male, Let euery Souldier hew him downe a Bough,
And bear't before him, thereby /hall we fliadow
The numbers of our Hoaft, and make difcouery
Erre in report of vs.
Sold. It lhall be done.
Sytr. We learne no other, but the confident Tyrant
Keepes ftill in Dunfinane,and will indure
Our fetting downe befor't.
Male. 'Tis his maine hope :
For where there is aduantage to be giuen.
Both more and leffe haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none ferue with him, but conftrained things,
Whofe hearts are abfent too.
oMacd. Let our iuft Cenfures
Attend the true euent, and put we on
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150 The Trage die of ¿Macheth.
Induftrious Souldierrtiip.
Sey. The time approaches,
That will with due decifion make vs know
What we lhall fay we haue,and what we owe:
Thoughts fpeculatiue, their vnfure hopes relate.
But certaine ¡(Tue, flroakes muft arbitrate,
Towards which, aduance the warre. Exeunt marching
Comes toward Dunfinane. Arme, Arme,and out.
If this which he auouches, do's appeare.
There is nor flying hence, nor tarrying here.
I 'ginne to be a-weary of the Sun,
And wilh th'eftate o'th'world were now vndon.
Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke.
At leaft wee'l dye with Harnefle on our backe. Exeunt
Seena Quinta.
Seena Sexta.
Enter Macbeth, Seyttm, & Souldiers, vith
Drum and Colours*
cMacb. Hang out our Banners on the outward walls.
The Cry is ftill, they come : our Caftles ftrength
Will laugh a Sledge to fcorne : Heere let them lye.
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp :
Were they not forc'd with thofe that ihould be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard.
And beate them backward home. What is that noyfe?
ul Cry within of Women.
Sey. It is the cry of women, my good Lord.
Mach. I haue almoft forgot the tafte of Feares :
The time ha's beene, my fences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-ihrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a difmall Treatife rowze, and ftirre
As life were in't. I haue fupt full with horrors,
Direnefle familiar to my flaughterous thoughts
Cannot once ftart me. Wherefore was that cry ?
Sey. The Qu^eene (my Lord) is dead.
Mach. She ihould haue dy'de heereafter ;
There would haue beene a time for fuch a word :
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day.
To the laft Syllable of Recorded time :
And all our yefterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dufty death. Out, out, breefe Candle,
Life's but a walking Shadow,a poore Player,
That ftruts and frets his houre vpon the Stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Ideot, full of found and fury
Signifying nothing. Enter a oMeJfenger.
Thou com'ft to vfe thy Tongue :thy Story quickly.
Mef. Gracious my Lord,
I Ihould report that which I fay I faw.
But know not how to doo't.
Mach. Well, fay fir.
Mef. As I did ftand my watch vpon the Hill
I look'd toward Byrnane, and anon me thought
The Wood began to moue.
Mach. Lyar,and Slaue.
Mef. Let me endure your wrath, if't be not fo :
Within this three Mile may you fee it comming.
I fay, a mouing Groue.
Mach. If thou fpeak'ft fhlfe,
Vpon the next Tree lhall thou hang aliue
> Till Famine cling thee : If thy fpeech be footh,
I care not if thou doft for me as much.
I pull in Refolution, and begin
To doubt th'Equiuocation of the Fiend,
That lies like truth. Feare not, till Byrnane Wood
Do come to Dunfinane,and now a Wood
Drumme and Colours.
Enter Malcolme, Seyward, Macduffe,and their tArmy,
with Noughts.
Mai. Now neere enough :
Your leauy Skreenes throw downe.
And fliew like thofe you are : You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cofin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our firft Battell. Worthy Macduffe, and wee
Shall take vpon's what elfe remaines to do.
According to our order.
Sey. Fare you well :
Do we but finde the Tyrants power to night.
Let vs be beaten, if we cannot fight.
Macd. Make all our Trumpets fpeak,giue the all breath
Thofe clamorous Harbingers of Blood,& Death. Exeunt
uiJarums continued.
Seena Séptima.
Enter Macheth.
Mach. They haue tied me to a flake, I cannot flye.
But Beare-like I muft fight the courfe. What's he
That was not borne of Woman? Such a one
Am I to feare, or none.
Enter young Seyward.
T. Sey. What is thy name ?
Mach. Thou'lt be aflfaid to heare it.
T. Sey. No : though thou call'ft thy felfe a hoter name
Then any is in hell.
Mach. My name's ecMacheth.
The diuell himfelfe could not pronounce a Title
More hatefiill to mine eare.
Mach. No: nor more fearefull.
T.Sey. Thou lyefl abhorred Tyrant, with my Sword
He proue the lye thou fpeak ft.
Fight, and young Seyward ßaine.
Mach. Thou was't borne of woman ;
But Swords I fmile at. Weapons laugh to fcorne,
Brandilh'd by man that's of a Woman borne. Exit.
Alarums. Enter Macduffe.
Macd. That way the noife is : Tyrant fliew thy face.
If thou beeft fiaine, and with no flroake of mine.
My Wife and Childrens Ghofts will haunt me ftill :
I cannot ftrike at wretched Kernes, whofe armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues ; either thou Macheth,
Or elfe my Sword with an vnbattered edge
I flieath againe vndeeded. There thou ftiould'ft be.
By this great clatter, one of greateft note
Seemes
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Seemes bruited. Let me finde him Fortune, "
And more I begge not. Exit. Alarums.
Enter (Oifalcolme and Seyxard.
Sey. This way my Lord, the Caftles gently rendred :
The Tyrants people, on both fides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almoft it felfe profefles yours.
And little is to do.
Malt. We haue met with Foes
That ftrike befide vs.
Sey. Enter Sir, the Caftle. Exeunt. Alarum
Enter Macbeth.
Mach. Why Ihould I play the Roman Foole,and dye
On mine owne fword.' whiles I fee lines, the gaihes
Do better vpon them.
Enter Macduffe.
Macd. Turne Hell-hound, turne.
Mach. Of all men elfe I haue auoyded thee :
But get thee backe, my foule is too much charg'd
With blood of thine already.
cMacd. I haue no words.
My voice is in my Sword, thou bloodier Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out. Fight ; Alarum
Mach. Thou loofeft labour.
As eafie may'ft thou the intrenchant Ayre
With thy keene Sword imprelTe, as make me bleed :
Let fell thy blade on vulnerable Crefts,
I beare a charmed Life, which muft not yeeld
To one of woman borne.
Macd. Difpaire thy Charme,
And let the Angelí whom thou ftill haft feru'd
Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript.
Mach. Accurfed be that tongue that tels mee fo ;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man :
And be thefe lugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double fence.
That keepe the word of promife to our eare.
And breake it to our hope, lie not fight with thee.
Macd. Then yeeld thee Coward,
And liue to be the ihew, and gaze o'th'time.
Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer Monftets are
Painted vpon a pole,and vnder-writ,
Heere may you fee the Tyrant.
Mach. I will not yeeld
To kifle the ground before young Malcolmes feet.
And to be baited with the Rabbles curfe.
Though Byrnane wood be come to Dunfinane,
And thou oppos'd, being of no woman borne,
Yet I will try the laft. Before my body,
I throw my warlike Shield : Lay on Macduffe,
And damn'd be him, that firft cries hold, enough.
Exeunt fighting. Alarums.
Enter Fighting, and Macbeth Jlaine.
Retreat, and Flourifij. Enter with Drumme and Colours,
Malcolm, Seyward, Roffe, Thanes, Ó" Soldiers.
Mai. I would the Friends we miflfe, were fafe arriu'd*
Sey. Some muft go off : and yet by thefe I fee,
So great a day as this is cheapely bought.
Mai. Macduffe is milling, and your Noble Sonne.
Roffe.Y our fon my Lord, ha's paid a fouldiers debt.
He onely liu'd but till he was a man.
The which no fooner had his Prowefle confirm'd
In the vnlhrinking ftation where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de.
Sey. Then he is dead
Ä^.I,and brought oflF the field : your caufe of forrow
Muft not be meafur'd by his worth, for then
It hath no end.
Sey. Had he his hurts before '
'Esffe. I, on the Front.
Sey. Why then, Gods Soldier be he :
Had I as many Sonnes, as I haue haires,
I would not wilh them to a fairer death:
And fo his Knell is knoll'd.
Mai. Hee's worth more forrow.
And that He fpend for him.
Sey. He's worth no more,
They fay he parted well, and paid his fcore.
And fo God be with him. Here comes newer comfort.
Enter Macduffe^with Macbeths head.
Macd. Haile King, for fo thou art.
Behold where ftands
Th'Vfurpers curfed head : the time is free :
1 fee thee compaft with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
That fpeake my falutation in their minds :
Whofe voyces 1 defire alowd with mine.
Haile King of Scotland.
All. Haile King of Scotland. Flourijh.
Mai. We fhall not fpend a large expence of time.
Before we reckon with your feuerall loues.
And make vs euen with you. My Thanes and Kinfmen
Henceforth be Earles, the firft that euer Scotland
In fuch an Honor nam'd : What's more to do.
Which would be planted newly with the time.
As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad.
That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny,
Producing forth the cruell Minifters
Of this dead Butcher,and his Fiend-like Queene ;
Who(as*tis thought) by felfe and violent hands,
Tooke ofl^ her life. This,and what needfiill elfe
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will performe in meafure, time,and place :
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to fee vs Crown'd at Scone.
Elourifiy. Exeunt Omnes.
FINIS.
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HAMLET, Prince of Denmarke.
aAöius 'Primus. Scœna 'Prima.
Enter 'Barnardo and Francijco tvo Centinels.
Fran. Nay anfwer me : Stand & vnfold
Bar. hong Jlue the King.
Fran. Barnardo ?
Bar. He.
Fran. You come moil carefully vpon your houre.
Bar. 'Tis now ftrook twelue, get thee to bed Francijco.
Fran. For this releefe much thankes : 'Tis bitter cold,
And i am iicke at heart.
Barn. Haue you had quiet Guard ?
Fran. Not a Moufe ftirring.
Barn. Well, goodnight. If you do meet Horatio and
Marceline, the Riuals of. my Watch, bid them make haft.
Enter Horatio and Marceline.
Fran. I thinke I heare them. Stand : who's there ?
Hor. Friends to this ground.
Mar. And Leige-men to the Dane.
Fran. Giue you good night.
Mar. O farwel honeft Soldier, who hath relieu'd you?
Fra. Barnardo ha's my place: giue you goodnight.
Exit Fran.
Mar. Holla Barnardo.
Bar. Say, what is Horatio there ?
Hor. A peece of him.
Bar. Welcome Horatio, welcome good Marceline.
Mar. What, ha's this thing appear'd againe to night.
Bar. I haue feene nothing.
Mar. Horatio faies, 'tis but our Fantafie,
And will not let beleefe take hold of him
Touching this dreaded light, twice feene of vs,
Therefore I haue intreated him along
With vs, to watch the minutes of this Night,
That if againe this Apparition come.
He may approue our eyes, and fpeake to it.
Hor. Tuíh,tuíh, 'twill not appeare.
Bar. Sit downe a-while.
And let vs once againe affaile your eares.
That are fo fortified againft our Story,
What we two Nights haue feene.
Hor. Well, fit we downe.
And let vs heare Barnardo fpeake of this.
Barn. Laft night of all.
When yond fame Starre that's Weftward from the Pole
Had made his courfe t'illume that part of Heauen
Where now it burnes, Marceline and my felfe.
The Bell then beating one.
cMar. Peace, breake thee off: Enter the Çbofl.
Looke where it comes againe.
Barn. In the fame figure, like the King that's dead.
Mar. Thou art a Schüller; fpeake to it Horatio.
Barn. Lookes it not like the King?Marke it Horatio.
Hora. Moft like: It harrowes me with fear & wonder
Barn. It would be fpoke too.
Mar. Queftion it Horatio.
Hor. What art thou that vfurp'ft this time of night.
Together with that Faire and Warlike forme
In which the Maiefty of buried Denmarke
Did fometimes march : By Heauen I charge thee fpeake.
Mar. It is offended.
Barn. See, it ftalkes away.
Hor. Stay: fpeake; fpeake : I Charge thee, fpeake.
Exit the Gboß.
Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not anfwer.
Barn. How now Horatio? You tremble & look pale:
Is not this fomething more then Fantafie I
What thinke you on't í
Hor. Before my God, I might not this beleeue
Without the fenfible and true auouch
Of mine owne eyes.
Mar. Is it not like the King ?
Hor, As thou art to thy felfe.
Such was the very Armour he had on,
When th'Ambitious Norwey combatted :
So frown'd he once, when in an angry parle
He fmotthe liedded Pollax on the Ice.
'Tis ftrange.
Mar. Thus twice before,and iuft at this dead houre,
With Martiall ftalke, hath he gone by our Watch.
Hor.ln what particular thought to work, I know not :
But in the groffe and fcope of my Opinion,
This boades fome ftrange erruption to our State.
Mar. Good now fit downe, & tell me he that knowes
Why this fame ftriil and moft obferuant Watch,
So nightly toyles the fubiefl of the Land,
And why fuch dayly Call of Braaon Cannon
And Forraigne Mart for Implements of warre :
Why fuch impreffe of Ship-wrights, whofe fore Taske
Do's not diuide the Sunday from the weeke.
What might be toward, that this fweaty haft
Doth make the Night ioynt-Labourer with the day :
Who is't that can informe me?
Hor. That can I,
At
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At leaft the whifper goes fo : Our laft King,
Whofe Image euen but now appear'd to vs,
Was (as you know) by Fortinbra¿ of Norway,
(Thereto prick'd on by a moft emulate Pride)
Dar'd to the Combate. In which, our Valiant HamUt,
(For fo this fide of our knowne world efteem'd him)
Did (lay this Fort'wbroi : who by a SeaPd Compadl,
Well ratified by Law, and Heraldrie,
Did forfeite (with his life) all thofe his Lands
Which he ftood feiz'd on, to the Conqueror :
Againft the which, a Moity competent
Was gaged by our King : which had return'd
To the Inheritance of Fort'mbras,
Had he bin Vanquilher, as by the fame Cou'nant
And carriage of the Article defigne.
His fell to Hamlet. Now fir, young Foniabreu,
Of vnimproued Mettle, hot and full.
Hath in the skirts of Norway, heere and there.
Shark'd vp a Lift of LandlelTe Refolutes,
For Foode and Diet, to feme Enterprize
That hath a ftomacke in't : which is no other
(And it doth well appeare vnto our State)
But to recouer of vs by ftrong hand
And termes Compulfatiue, thofe forefaid Lands
So by his Father loft : and this (I take it)
Is the maine Motiue of our Preparations,
The Sourfe of this our Watch, and the cheefe head
Of this poft-haft, and Romage in the Land.
Enter Ghoß againe,
Butfoft, behold: Loe, where it comes againe :!
He erode it, though it blaft me. Stay Illufion :
If thou haft any found, or vfe of Voyce,
Speake to me. If there be any good thing to be done.
That may to thee do eafe, and grace to me ; fpeak to me.
If thou art priuy to thy Countries Fate
(Which happily foreknowing may auoyd) Oh fpeake.
Or, if thou hall vp-hoorded in thy life
Extorted Treafure in the wombe of Earth,
(For which, they fay, you Spirits oft walke in death)
Speake of it. Stay, and fpeake. Stop h Marcel/ui.
Mar. Shall I ftrike at ir with my Partizan '
Hor. Do,if it will not (land.
'Barn. 'Tis heere.
Hor. 'Tis heere.
Mar, 'Tis gone. Sxit Ghoß.
We do it wrong, being fo Maiefticall
To offer it the (hew of Violence,
For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable.
And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.
'Barn. It was about to fpeake, when the Cocke crew.
Hor. And then it darted, like a guilty thing
Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard.
The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day.
Doth with his lofty and (hrill-founding Throate
Awake the God of Day : and at his warning.
Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth,or Ayre,
Th'extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes
To his Confine. And of the truth heerein.
This prefent Obiedl made probation.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
Some fayes, that euer 'gainft that Seafon comes
Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated.
The Bird of Dawning fingeth all night long :
And then (they fay) no Spirit can walke abroad.
The nights are wholfome, then no Planets ftrike.
No Faiery talkes, nor Witch hath power to Charme :
So hallow'd, and fo gracious is the time.
Hor. So haue 1 heard, and do in part beleeue it.
But looke, the Morne in RulTet mantle clad,
Walkes o're the dew of yon high Eafterne Hill,
Breake we our Watch vp, and by my aduice
Let vs impart what we haue feene to night
Vnto yong Hamlet. For vpon my life.
This Spirit dumbe to vs, will fpeake to him :
Do you confent we (hall acquaint him with it.
As needfull in our Loues, fitting our Duty ?
Mar. Let do't 1 pray, and I this morning know
Where we (hall finde him moft conueniently. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter Clauáiui King of Denmar]^^ Qertrude the Queene^
Hamlet y Poloniuóy Laertes, and hU Sifter 0-
ftheliay Lords tAttendant
AT/ffi'.Though yet oí Hamlet our deere Brothers death
The memory be greene : and that it vs befitted
To beare our hearts in greeie, and our whole Kingdome
To be contracted in one brow oí woe \
Yet fo iarre hath Difcretion íought with Nature,
That we with wifeft forrow thinke on him,
Together with remembrance of our felues.
Therefore our fometimes Sifter, now our Queen,
Th'Imperiall loyntrefle of this warlike State,
Haue we, as 'twere, with a defeated ioy,
With one Aufpicious, and one Dropping eye,
With mirth in Funeral!, and with Dirge in Marriage,
In equall Scale weighing Delight and Dole
Taken to Wife ; nor haue we heerein barr'd
Your better Wifedomes, which haue freely gone
With this affaire along, for all our Thankes.
Now followes, that you know young FortinhritSy
Holding a weake fuppofall of our worth j
Or thinking by our late deere Brothers death.
Our State to be difioynt, and out of Frame,
Colleagued with the dreame of his Aduantage j
He hath not fayl'd to pefter vs with Mefiage,
Importing the furrender of thofe Lands
Loft by his Father : with ail Bonds of Law
To our moft valiant Brother. So much for him.
Enter Voltemand and Corneliu¿.
Now for our ielfe, and for this time of meeting
Thus much the bufineife is. We haue heere writ
To Norway, Vncle of young Fortinhras y
Who Impotent and Bedrid, fcarfely heares
Of this his Nephewes purpofe, to fupprelfe
His further gate heerein. In that the Leuies,
The Lifts, and full proportions are all made
Out of his fubie<5t : and we heere difpatch
You good Corneliuáyzoá you Volttmandy
For bearing of this greeting to old Norway,
Gluing to you no further perfonall power
To bufineife with the King, more then the fcope
Of thefe dilated Articles allow :
Farewell and let your haft commend your duty.
Volt. In that,and all things,will we fhew our duty.
King. We doubt it nothing, heartily farewell.
Exit Voltemand and Cornelius.
And now Laertes, what's the newes with you f
You
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You told vs of lome fuite. What is't Laertet ?
You cannot fpeake of Reafon to the Dane,
And loofe your voyce. What would'ft thou beg Latrtes,
That lhall not be my Offer, not thy Asking ?
The Head is not more Natiue to the Heart,
The Hand more Inflrumentall to the Mouth,
Then is the Throne of Denmarke to thy Father.
What would'ft thou haue Laertet i
Laer. Dread my Lord,
Your leaue and fauour to returne to France,
From whence, though willingly I came to Denmarke
To Ihew my duty in your Coronation,
Yet now I muft confefle, that duty done.
My thoughts and wilhes bend againe towards France,
And bow them to your gracious leaue and pardon.
King. Haue yon your Fathers leaue
What fayes Pollonim !
Pol. He hath my Lord|:
I do beleech you giue him leaue to go.
King. Take thy faire houre Laertes, time be thine.
And thy beft graces fpend it at thy will :
But now my Cofin Hamlet,2.ni my Sonne?
Ham. A little more then kin, and lelTe then kinde.
King. How is it that the Clouds ftill hang on you ?
Ham. Not fo my Lord, I am too much i'th'Sun.
Slueen. Good Hamlet caft thy nightly colour off.
And let thine eye looke like a Friend on Denmarke.
Do not for euer with thy veyled lids
Seeke for thy Noble Father in the duft ;
Thou know'ft 'tis common, all that hues muft dye.
Faffing through Nature, to Eternity.
Ham. I Madam, it is common.
Queen. If it be ;
Why feemes it fo particular with thee.
Ham.Seemes Madam? Nay,it is : 1 know not Seemes:
"Tis not alone my Inky Cloake (good Mother^
Nor Cuftomary fuites of folemne Blacke,
Nor windy fufpiration of forc'd breath.
No, nor the fruitfull Riuer in the Eye,
Nor the deiefied hauiour of the Yifage,
Together with all Formes, Moods, ffiewes of Griefe,
That can deno'e me truly. Thefe indeed Seeme,
For they are affions that a man might play :
But I haue that Within, which palfeth ffiow ;
Thefe, but the Trappings,and the Suites of woe.
King. 'Tis fweet and commendable
In your Nature Hamlet,
To giue thefe mourning duties to your Father:
But you muft know, your Father loft a Father,
That Father loft, loft his, and the Suruiuer bound
In filiall Obligation, for fome terme
To do obfequious Sorrow. But to perfeu er
In obftinate Condolement, is a courfe
Of impious ftubbornnefle. 'Tis vnmanly greefe.
It Ihewes a will moft incorredf to Heauen,
A Heart vnfortified, a Minde impatient.
An Vnderftanding fimple, and vnfchool'd :
For, what we know muft be, and is as common
As any the moft vulgar thing to fence.
Why ffiouid we in our peeuifli Oppofition
Take it to heart ?Fye, 'tis a fault to Heauen,
A fault againft the Dead, a fault to Nature,
To Reafon moft abfurd, whofe common Theame
Is death of Fathers, and who ftill hath cried.
From the firft Coarfe,till he that dyed to day.
This muft be fo. 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 moft immediate to our Throne,
And with no lefle Nobility of Loue,
Then that which deereft Father beares his Sonne,
Do I impart towards you. For your intent
In going backe to Schoole in Wittenberg,
It is moft retrograde to our delire :
And we befeech you, bend you to remaine
Heere in the cheere and comfort of our eye.
Our cheefeft Courtier Cofin,and our Sonne.
S¡u. Let not thy Mother lofe her Prayers Hamlet ;
I prythee ftay with vs, go not to Wittenberg. «
Ham. I ihall in all my beft
Obey you Madam.
King. Why'tis a louing, and a faire Reply,
Be as our felfe in Denmarke. Madam come.
This gentle and vnforc'd accord of Hamlet
Sits fmiling to my heart ; in grace whereof.
No iocond health that Denmarke drinkes to day.
But the great Cannon to the Clowds ftiall tell.
And the Kings Rouce, the Heauens fliall bruite againe,
Refpeaking earthly Thunder. Come away. Exeunt
n^anet Hamlet.
Ham. Oh that this too too folid Flelh, would melt.
Thaw, and refolue it felfe into a Dew :
Or that the Euerlafting had not fixt
His Cannon 'gainft Selfe-llaughter. O God, O God !
How weary, ftale,flat,and vnprofitable
Seemes to me all the vfes of this world ?
Fie on't ? Oh fie, fie, 'tis an vnweeded Garden
That growes to Seed : Things rank, and groffe in Nature
PoffelTe it meerely. That it Ihould come to this :
But two months dead :Nay,not fo much; not two.
So excellent a King, that was to this
Hiperion to a Satyre : fo louing to my Mother,
That he might not beteene the windes of heauen
Yifit her face too roughly. Heauen and Earth
Muft I remember : why Ihe would hang on him.
As if encreafe 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 thofe ftiooes were old.
With which flie followed my poore Fathers body
Like Nioie, all reares. Why Ihe, euen flie.
(O Heauen ! A beaft that wants difcourfe of Reafon
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 fait of moft vnrighteous Teares
Had left the flufliing of her gauled eyes.
She married. O moft wicked fpeed, to poft
With fuch dexterity to Inceftuous flieets :
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But breake my heart, for I muft hold my tongue.
Enter Horatio, 'Barnard, and Marcellus.
Hor. Haile to your Lordfliip.
Ham. I am glad to fee you well :
Horatio, ox I do forget my felfe.
Hor. The fame my Lord,
And your poore Seruant euer.
Ham. Sir my good friend.
He change that name with you :
And what make you from Wittenberg Horatio}
Mar.
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Marcellus.
Mar, My good Lord.
Ham. \ am very glad to fee you : good euen Sir.
But what in faith make you from Witiemlergel
Hor. A truant difpofition, good my Lord.
Ham. I would not haue your Enemy fay fo;
Nor lhall you dôe mine eare that violence,
To make it trufter of your owne report
Againft your felfe. I know you are no Truant:
But what is your affaire in Elfenour }
Wee'l teach you to drinke deepe, ere you depart.
Hor. My Lord, I came to fee your Fathers Funerall.
Ham. I pray thee doe not mock me (fellow Student)
1 thinke it was to fee my Mothers Wedding.
Hor. Indeed my Lord, it followed hard vpon.
Ham. Thrift,thrift Horatio! the Funerall Bakt-meats
Did coldly furni/h forth the Marriage Tables;
Would I had met my deareft foe in heauen,
Ere I had euer feene that day Horatio.
My father, me thinkes I fee my father.
Hor. Oh where my Lord?
Ham. In my minds tye {Horatio)
Hor, I faw him once; he was a goodly King.
■ Ham. He was a man, take him for all in all :
I fhall not look vpon his like againe,
Hor. My Lord, I thinke I faw him yefiernight.
Ham. Saw? Who?
Hor. My Lord, the King your Father.
Ham. The King my Father?
Hor, Seafon your admiration for a while
With an attent eare; till I may deliuer
Vpon the witneffe of thefe Gentlemen,
This maruell to you.
Ham. For Heauens loue let me heare.
Hor. Two nights together, had thefe Gentlemen
[Marcellus and Barnardo) on their Watch
In the dead waft and middle of the night
Beene thus encountred. A figure like your Father,
Arm'd at all points exafily. Cap a Be,
Appeares before them, and with follemne march
Goes flow and ftately : By them thrice he walkt.
By their oppreft and feare-furprized eyes.
Within his Truncheons length; whilft they beftil'd
Almoft to lelly with the Aft of feare.
Stand dumbe and fpeake not to him. This to me
In dreadfull fecrecie 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 :
Thefe hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this ?
Mar. My Lord, vpon the platforme where we watcht.
Ham. Did you not fpeake to it?
Hor. My Lord, I did;
But anfwere made it none : yet once me thought
It lifted vp it head,and did addreffe
It felfe to motion, like as it would fpeake :
But euen then, the Morning Cocke crew lowd ;
And at the found itfhrunke in haft away.
And vanifht from our fight.
Ham. Tis very ftrange.
Hor. As I doe liue my honourd Lord 'tis 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, fay you?
Boté. Arm'd, my Lord.
Ham. From top to toe/
Boté. My Lord, from head to foote.
Ham. Then faw you not his face/
Hor. O yes, my Lord, he wore his Beauer vp.
Ham. What, lookt he frowningly ?
Hor. A countenance more in forrow then in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?
Hor. Nay very pale.
Ham. And fixt his eyes vpon you?
Hor. Moft conftantly.
Ham. I would I had beene there.
Hor. It would haue much amaz'd you.
Ham. Very like, very like : ftaiditlong? (dred.
Hor. While one with moderate haft might tell a hun-
íAll. Longer,longer.
Hor. Not when I faw't.
Ham. His Beard was grifly/ no.
Hor. It was, as I haue feene it in his life,
A Sable Siluer'd. (gaine.
Ham. He watch to Night ; perchance 'twill wake a-
Hor. I warrant you it will.
Ham. If it affume my noble Fathers perfon.
He fpeake to it, though Hell it felfe fhould gape
And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all,
If you haue hitherto conceald this fight;
Let it bee treble in your filence ftill :
And whatfoeuer els fhall hap to night.
Glue it an vnderftanding but no tongue;
I will requite your loues ; fo, fare ye well :
Vpon the Platforme twixt eleuen and twelue.
He vifit you.
aill. Our duty to your Honour. Exeunt.
Ham. Your loue,as mine to you : farewell.
My Fathers Spirit in Armes / All is not well:
I doubt fome foule play : would the Night were come ;
Till then fit ftill my foule; foule deeds will rife.
Though all the earth orewhelm them to mens eies. Exit.
Seena Tertia.
Enter Laertes and Ophelia,
Laer. My neceíTaries are imbark'tj Farewell :
And Sifter,as the Winds glue Benefit,
And Conuoy is aíTiftantj doe not lleepe.
But let me heare from you.
Ophel. Doe you doubt that?
Laer^ For ÄtzWii, and the trifling of his fauours,
Hold it a fáíhion and a toy in Bloud;
A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature;
Froward,not permanent; fweet not lafting
The fuppliance of a minute? No more.
Ophel. No more but fo.
Laer. Thinke it no more :
For nature creflant does not grow alone,
In thewes and Bulke: butas hisTemple waxes,
The inward feruice of the Minde and Soule
Crowes wide withall. Perhaps he loues you now,
And now no foyle nor cautell doth befmerch
The vertue of his feare : but you muft feare
His
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His greatnefle weigh'd, his will is not his ownej
For hee himfelfe is fubieft to his Birth :
Hee may not, as vnuallued perfons doe,
Carue for himfelfe; for, on his choyce depends
The fanflity and health of the weole State.
And therefore muft his choyce be circumfcrib'd
Vnto the voyce and yeelding of that Body,
Whereof he is the Head. Then if he fayes he loues you.
It fits your wifedome fo farre to beleeue it ;
As he in his peculiar Seft and force
May giue his faying deed : which is no further.
Then the maine voyce of DetimarJ^e goes withall.
Then weigh what lofle your Honour may fuftaine.
If with too credent eare you lift his Songs ;
Or lofe your Heart; or your chaft Treafure open
To his vnmaftred importunity.
Feare it Oj>helia,(eiTe it my dcare Sifter,
And keepe within the reare of your AfTeflion;
Out of the ihot and danger of Defire.
The charieft Maid is Prodigall enough.
If Are vnmaske her beauty to the Moone :
Vertue it felfe fcapes not calumnious ftroakes.
The Canker Galls, the Infants of the Spring
Too oft betöre the buttons be difclos'd.
And in the Morne and liquid dew of Youth,
Contagious blaftments are moft imminent.
Be wary then, beft fafety lies in feare;
Youth to it felfe rebels, though none elfe neere.
Oj>bt. I (hall th'effedl of this good LeflTon keepe.
As watchmen to my heart : but good my Brother
Doe not as fome vngracious Paftors doe.
Shew me the ftcepeand thorny way to Heauen;
Whilft like a puft and recklefle Libertine
Himfelfe, the Primrofe path of dalliance treads.
And reaks not his owne reade.
Laer, Oh, feare me not.
Eater Polonim.
I ftay too long ; but here my Father comes :
A double blelTing is a double grace;
Occafion fmiles vpon a fécond leaue.
Polon. Yet heere Laertes? Aboord, aboord for ihame.
The winde fits in the ihoulder of your faile.
And you are ftaid for there : my blefting with you;
And thefe few Precepts in thy memory.
See thou Charailer. Giue thy thoughts no tongue.
Nor any vnproportion'd thought his A£I :
Be thou familiar; but by no meanes vulgar:
The friends thou haft, and their adoption tride.
Grapple them to thy Soule, with hoopes of Steele :
But doe not dull thy palme, with entertainment
Of each vnhatch't, vnfledg'd Comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrell : but being in
Bear't that th'oppofed may beware of thee.
Giue euery man thine eare;but few thy voyce :
Take each mans cenfure;but referue thy iudgement :
Coftly thy habit as thy purfe can buy ;
But not expreft in fancie; rich, not gawdie:
For the Appareil oft proclaimes the man.
And they in France of the beft ranck and ftation.
Are of a moft feleél and generous cheff in that.
Neither a borrower,nor a lender be;
For lone oft lofes both it felfe and friend:
And borrowing duls the edge of Husbandry.
This aboue all; to thine owne felfe be true:
And it muft follow,as the Night the Day,
Thou canft not then be falfe to any man.
Farewell: my BlelTing feafon this in thee.
Laer. Moft humbly doe I take my leaue, my Lord.
Polon, The time inuites you, goe, your feruants tend.
Laer. Farewell Ofbelia, and remember well
What I haue faid to you.
Ofbe. Tis in my memory lockt.
And you your felfe ftiall keepe the key of it.
Laer. Farewell. Exit Laer.
Palm. What ift Ofbelia he hath faid to you í
0¡>be. So pleafe you,fomthing touching the L. Hamlet.
Polon. Marry, well bethought:
Tis told me he hath very oft of late
Giuen priuate time to you; and you your felfe
Haue of your audience beene moft free and bounteous.
If it be fo, as fo tis put on me;
And that in way of caution : I muft tell you.
You doe not vnderftand your felfe fo cleerely.
As it behoues my Daughter, and your Honour.
What is betweene you, giue me vpthe truth.'
Opbe. He hath my Lord of late, made many tenders
Of his affeftion to me.
folon. Aflêâion, puh. You fpeake like a greene Girle,
Vnfifted in fuch perillous Circumftance.
Doe you beleeue his tenders, as you call them?
Opbe. 1 do not know, my Lord, what I Ihould thinke.
Polon. Marry He teach you; thinke your felfe a Baby,
That you haue tane his tenders for true pay.
Which are not ftarling. Tender your felfe more dearly;
Or not to crack the winde of the poore Phrafe,
Roaming it thus, you'l tender me a foole.
Opbe. My Lord, he hath importun'd me with loue,
In honourable falhion.
Polon. I, falhion you may call it, go too, go too.
Opbe. And hath giuen countenance to his fpeech.
My Lord, with all the vowes of Heauen.
Polon. I, Springes to catch Woodcocks. I doe know
When the Bloud burnes, how Prodigall the Soule
Giues the tongue vowes: thefe blazes,Daughter,
Gluing more light then heate; extinil in both,
Euen in their promife, as it is a making;
You muft not take for fire. For this time Daughter,
Be fomewhat fcanter of your Maiden prefence;
Set your entreatments at a higher rate.
Then a command to parley. For Lord Hamlet,
Beleeue fo much in him, that he is young.
And with a larger tether may he walke.
Then may be giuen you. In few, Ophelia,
Doe not beleeue his vowes; for they are Breakers,
Not of the eye, which their Inueftments Ihow :
But meere implorators of vnholy Sutes,
Breathing like fanflified and pious bonds.
The better to beguile. TJiis is for all :
I would not,in plaine tearmes, from this time forth.
Haue you fo Bander any moment leifure.
As to giue words or talke with the Lord Hamlet :
Looke too't, I charge you; come your wayes.
Opbe. I fliall obey my Lord. Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet, Horatio, Marcellus.
Ham. The Ayre bites flirewdly : is it very cold?
Hor. It is a nipping and an eager ayre.
Ham. What bower now?
Hor, I thinke it lacks of twelue.
Mar. No, it is ftrooke. (feafon,
Hor. Indeed I heard it not ; then it drawes neere the
Wherein the Spirit held his wont to walke.
What
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What does this meane my Lord / (roufe,
Ham. The King doth wake to night, and takes his
Keepes waiTels and the fwaggering vpfpring reeles,
And as he dreines his draughts of Renilh downe,
The kettle Drum and Trumpet thus bray out
The triumph of his Pledge.
Horat. Is it a cuftome ?
Ham. I marry ift ;
And to my mind, though I am natiue heere.
And to the manner borne: It is a Cuftome
More honour'd in the breach, then the obferuance.
Enter Ghoji.
Hor. Looke my Lord,it comes.
Ham. Angels and Minifters of Grace defend vs:
Be thou a Spirit of health,or Goblin damn'd.
Bring with thee ayres from Heauen,or blafts from Hell,
Be thy euents wicked or charitable.
Thou com'ft in fuch a queftionable fhape
That I will fpeake to thee. He call thee Hamlet,
King, Father, Royall Dane : Oh,oh,anfwer me.
Let me not burft in Ignorance ; but tell
Why thy Canoniz'd bones Hearfed in death.
Haue burft their cerments, why the Sepulcher
Wherein we faw thee quietly enurn'd.
Hath op'd his ponderous and Marble iawes.
To call thee vp againe What may this meane ?
That thou dead Coarfe againe in compleat fteele,
Reuifits thus the glimpfes of the Moone,
Making Night hidious? And we fooles of Nature,
So horridly to lhake our difpolition.
With thoughts beyond thee; reaches of our Soules,
Say, why is this.' wherefore.' what fhould we doe ?
Ghoji hec^ens Hamlet.
Hor. It beckons you to goe away with it.
As if it fome impartment did defire
To you alone.
Mar. Looke with what courteous ailion
It wafts you to a more remoued ground :
But doe not goe with it.
Hor. No,by no meanes.
Ham. It will not fpeake: then will I follow it.
Hor. Doe not my Lord.
Ham. Why, what fhould be the feare '
Idoenotfet my life ata pins fee;
And for my Soule, what can it doe to that ?
Being a thing immortallas it felfe :
It waues me forth againe; He follow it.
Hor. What if it tempt you toward the Floud my Lord?
Or to the dreadfull Sonnet of the Cliffe,
That beetles o're his bale into the Sea,
And there alTumes fome other horrible forme.
Which might depriue your Soueraignty of Reafon,
And draw you into madnefle thinke of it?
Ham. It wafts me ftill : goe on, He follow thee.
Mar. You lhall not goe my Lord.
Ham. Hold off your hand.
Hor. Be rurd,you /hall not goe.
Ham. My fate cries out.
And makes each petty Artire in this body.
As hardy as the Nemian Lions nerue :
Still am I cal'd ? Vnhand me Gentlemen :
By Heau'n, He make a Ghoft of him that lets me :
I fay away, goe on. He follow thee.
Exeunt Qhojl Ó" Hamlet.
Hor. He waxes defperate with imagination.
Mar. Let's follow;'tis not fit thus to obey him.
Hor. Haue after, to what ilTue will this come ?
Mar. Something is rotten in the State ofDenmarke.
Hor. Heauen will direfl it.
Mar. Nay,let's follow him. Exeunt.
Enter Ghoß and Hamlet. (ther.
Hami Where wilt thou lead me ! fpeak ; He go no fur-
Gho. Marke me.
Ham. I will.
Gho. My hower is almoft come.
When I to fulphurous and tormenting Flames
Muft render vp my felfe.
Ham. Alas poore Ghoft.
Gho, Pitty me not, but lend thy ferious hearing
To what I /hall vnfold.
Ham. Speake, I am bound to heare.
Gho. So art thou to reuenge, when thou /halt heare.
Ham. What?
Gho. I am thy Fathers Spirit,
Doom'd for a certaine terme to walke the night;
And for the day confin'd to faft in Fiers,
Till the foule crimes done in my dayes of Nature
Are burnt and purg'd away ? But that I am forbid
To tell the fecrets of my Prifon-Houfe;
I could a Tale vnfold, whofe lighted word
Would harrow vp thy foule, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes like Starres, ftart from their Spheres,
Thy knotty and combined locks to part.
And each particular haire to Hand an end.
Like Quilles vpon the fretfull Porpentine :
But this eternal] blafon muft not be
To eares of fle/h and bloud; lift Hamlet, oh lift.
If thou didft euer thy deare Father loue.
Ham. Oh Heauen !
Gho. Reuenge his foule and moft vnnaturall Murther.
Ham. Murther?
Ghoß. Murther moft foule, as in the beft it is;
But this moft foule,ftrange,and vnnaturall.
Ham. Haft, haft me to know it,
T hat with wings as fwift
As meditation,or the thoughts of Loue,
May fweepe to my Reuenge.
Ghoß. I finde thee apt.
And duller /hould'ft thou be then the fat weede
That rots it felfe in eafe,on Lethe Wharfe,
Would'ft thou not ftirre in this. Now//am/ef heare :
It's giuen out,that fieepingin mine Orchard,
A Serpent ftung me : fo the whole eare of Denmarke,
Is by a forged procc/Te of my death
Rankly abus'd : But know thou Noble youth,
The Serpent that did fting thy Fathers life.
Now weares his Crowne.
Ham. O my Propheticke foule : mine Vncle ?
Ghoß. I that inceftuous, that adulterate Beaft
With witchcraft of his wits, hath Traitorous guifts.
Oh wicked Wit,and Gifts,that haue the power
So to feduce ? Won to to this /hamefull Luft
The will of my moft feeming vertuous Queene:
Oh Hamlet, what a falling off was there.
From me, whofe loue was of that dignity.
That it went hand in hand, euen with the Vow
I made to her in Marriage; and to decline
Vpon a wretch, whofe Naturall gifts were poore
To thofe of mine. But Vertue,as it neuer wil be moued.
Though Lewdne/Te court it in a /hape of Heauen :
So Luft, though to a radiant Angelí link'd.
Will fate it felfe in a Celeftiallbed,& prey on Garbage.
O o But
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But foft,me thinkes I fent the Mornings Ayrej
Briefe let me be : Sleeping within mine Orchard,
My cuitóme alwayes in the afternoone;
Vpon my fecure hower thy Vncle ftole
With iuyce of curfed Hebenon in a Violl,
And in the Porches of mine eares did poure
The leaperous Diftilment; whofe effeét
Holds fuch an enmity with bloud of Man,
That fwift as Quick-filuer, it cqurfes through
The naturall Gares and Allies of the Body ;
And with a fodaine vigour it doth poflet
And curd, like Aygre droppings into Milke,
The thin and wholfome blood : fo did it mine j
And a moft inftant Tetter bak'd about,
Moft Lazar-like, with vile and loathfome crult.
All my fmooth Body.
Thus was I, Deeping, by a Brothers hand,
Of Life, of Crowne, and Queene at once difpatcht;
Cut off euen in the Bloflbmes of my Sinne,
Vnhouzzled, difappointed, vnnaneld.
No reckoning made, but fent to my account
With all my imperfedlions on my head;
Oh horrible. Oh horrible, moft horrible:
If thou haft nature in thee beare it not;
Let not the Royall Bed of Denmarke be
A Couch for Luxury and damned Inceft.
But howfoeuer thou purfueft this Adl,
Taint not thy mind ; nor let thy Soule contriue
Againft thy Mother ought; leaue her to heauen ,
And to thofe Thornes that in her bofome lodge,
To pricke and fting her. Fare thee well at once;
The Glow-worme Ihowes the Matine to be neere.
And gins to pale his vneffeibuall Fire:
Adue,adue, ffa/»/er; remember me. Exit.
J/am.Oh all you hoft of Heauen ! Oh Earth; what els.^
And lhall I couple Hell ! Oh fie : hold my heart;
And you my finnewes,grow not inftant Old;
But beare me ftilfely vp: Remember thee.'
I, thou poore Ghoft, while memory holds a feate
In this diftrafled Globe : Remember thee ?
Yea, from the Table of my Memory,
He wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
All fawes of Bookes,all formes, all prefures paft.
That youth and obferuation coppied there;
And thy Commandment all alone Diall Hue
Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
Vnmixt with bafer matter; yes, yes, by Heauen :
Oh moft pernicious woman !
Oh Villaine, Villaine, fmiling damned Villaine'
My Tables, my Tables; meet it is I fet it downe.
That one may fmile,and fmileand be a Villaine;
At leaft I'm fure it may be fo in Denmarke ;
So Vnckle there you are : now to my word;
It is; Adue,Adue, Remember me : I haue fworn't.
Hor.Û" Mar.If ¡thin. My Lord, my Lord,
Enttr Horatio and Marcellus.
Mar. Lord Hsmlet.
Hor. Heauen fecure him.
Aiar. So be it.
Hor. Illo, ho, ho, my Lord.
Ham. Hillo, ho, ho, boy; come bird, come.
Mar. How ift't my Noble Lord ?
Hor. What newes, my Lord.'
Ham. Oh wonderfull !
Hor. Good my Lord tell it.
Ham. No you'l reuealeit.
Hor, Not I, my Lord, by Heauen.
Mar. Norl, myLord. (think it?
Ham. How fay you then, would heart of man once
But you'l be fecret?
'Both. I, by Heau'n, my Lord.
Ham. There's nere a villaine dwelling in all Denmarke
But hee's an arrant knaue.
Hor. There needs no Ghoft my Lord, come from the
Graue, to tell vs this.
Ham. Why right,you are i'th* right;
And fo, without more circumftance at all,
I hold it fit that we lhake hands,and part;
You, as your bufines and delires lhall point you :
For euery man ha's bufinelTe and delire.
Such as it is : and for mine owne poore part,
Looke you. He goe pray.
Hor. Thefe are but wild and hurling words, my Lord.
Ham. I'm forry they offend you heartily :
Yes faith, heartily.
Hor. There's no offence my Lord.
Ham. Yes, by Saint Patric^.hat there is my Lord,
And much offence too, touching this Vifion heere :
It is an honeft Ghoft, chat let me tell you :
For your delire to know what is betweene vs,
O'remafter't as you may. And now good friends.
As you are Friends,Schollers and Soldiers,
Giue me one poore requeft.
Hor. What is't my Lord? we will.
Ham. Neuer make known what you haue feen to night.
'Both. My Lord, we will not.
Ham. Nay, but fwear't.
Hor, Infaith my Lord, not I.
Mar, Nor I my Lord : in faith.
Ham. Vpon my fword.
Marceîl. We haue fworne my Lord already.
Ham. Indeed, vpon my fword, Indeed.
Gho. Sweare. Choß cries vnder the Stage.
Ham. Ah ha boy,fayeft thou fo. Art thou there true¬
penny ? Come one you here this fellow in the felleredge
Confent to fweare.
Hor. Propofe the Oath my Lord.
Ham. Neuer to fpeake of this that you haue feene.
Sweare by my fword.
Gho. Sweare.
Ham. Hie Ó" mhiquef Then wee'l fliift for grownd,
Come hither Gentlemen,
And lay your hands againe vpon my fword.
Neuer to fpeake of this that you haue heard:
Sweare by my Sword.
Gho. Sweare. (fall?
Ham. Well faid old Mole,can'ft worke i'th' ground fo
A worthy Pioner,once more remoue good friends.
Hor. Oh day and night:but this is wondrous ftrange.
Ham. And therefore as a ftranger giue it welcome.
There are more things in Heauen and Earth, Horatio,
Then are dream't of in our Philofophy But come.
Here as before, neuer fo helpe you mercy.
How ftrange or odde fo ere I beare my felfe;
(As I perchance heereafter lhall thinke meet
To put an Anticke difpolition on :)
That you at fuch time feeing me, neuer lhall
With Armes encombred thus, or thus, head lhake;
Or by pronouncing of fome doubtfull Phrafe;
As well, we know, or we could and if we would.
Or if we lift to fpeake ; or there be and if there might.
Or fuch ambiguous giuing out to note.
That
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That you know ought of m®» th's "ot to doe :
So grace and mercy at yo*"" "toft neede heipe you :
Sweare.
Ghofl, Sweare.
Ham. Rett, reft perturbed Spirit : fo Gentlemen,
With all my loue I doe commend me to you j
And what fo poore a man as Hamitt is.
May doe t'exprefle his loue and friending to you,
God willing /hall not lacke : let vs goe in together.
And ftill your fingers on your lippes 1 pray.
The time is out of ioynt : Oh curfed fpight.
That euer I was borne to fet it right.
Nay, come let's goe together. Exeunt,
ABus Secundas.
Enter 'iohmui ,and I^eynoIJo.
folm. Giue him his money, and thefe notes RtynoUo.
Reynol: I will my Lord.
Pohn. You lhall doe maruels wifely: good Reynotdo,
Before you vifite him you make inquiry
Of his behauiour.
Reynol. My Lord, I did intend it.
Pohn, Marry, well faid j
Very well faid. Looke you Sir,
Enquire me firft what Danskers are in Paris ;
And how,and who;what meanes;and where they keepe:
What company, at what expence : and finding
By this encompaflement and drift of queftion.
That they doe know my fonne : Come you more neerer
Then your particular demands will touch it.
Take you as 'twere fome diftant knowledge of him,
An;l thus 1 know his father and his friends,
And in part him. Doe you marke this Reynoldo?
Reynol. I, very well my Lord.
Pohn. And in part him, but you may fay not well;
But if't be bee I meane, hees very wilde;
Addiäed fu and fo; and there put on him
What forgeries you pleafe : marry, none fo ranke.
As may di/honour him ; take heed of that :
But Sir, fuch wanton, wild, and vfuall flips.
As are Companions noted and moft knowne
To youth and liberty.
"Reynol. As gaming my Lord.
Pohn. I, or drinking, fencing, fwearing,
Quarelling, drabbiug. You may goe fo farre.
Reynol. My Lord that would dilhonour him.
Pohn. Faith no, as you may feafon it in the charge;
You muft not put another fcandall on him.
That hee is open to Incontinencie;
That's not my meaning:but breath his faults fo quaintly.
That they may feeme the taints of liberty;
The flalh and out-breake of a fiery minde,
A fauagenes in vnreclaim'd bloud of general! alTault.
Reynol. But my good Lord.
Pohn. Wherefore fhould you doe this?
Reynol. I my Lord, I would know that.
Pohn. Marry Sir, heere's my drift.
And I belieue it is a fetch of warrant:
You laying thefe flight fulleyes on my Sonne,
As 'twere a thing a little foil'd i'th' working : (found,
Marke you your party in conuerfe ; him you would
Hauing euer feene. In the prenominate crimes.
The youth you breath of guilty, be aflur'd
He clofes with you in this confequence:
Good fir, or lb,or friend, or Gentleman.
According to the Phrale and the Addition,
Of man and Country.
Reynol. Very good my Lord.
Pohn. And then Sir does he this ?
He does : what was I about to fay?
I was about to fay fumthing : where did I leaue ?
Reynol. At clofes in the confequence :
At friend, or fo,and Gentleman.
Pohn. At clofes in the confequence, I marry.
He clofes with you thus. I know the Gentleman,
I faw him yefterday, or tother day;
Or then or then, with fuch and fuch;and as you fay.
There was he gaming, there o'retooke in's Roufe,
There falling out at Tennis ; or perchance,
I faw him enter fuch a houfe of faile;
Videlicet, a Brothell, or fo forth. See you now;
Your bait of falfliood, takes this Cape of truth ;
And thus doe we of wifedome and of reach
With windleflres,and with aflaies of Bias,
By indiredfions finde diredlions out:
So by my former Ledlure and aduice
Shall you my Sonne; you haue me, haue you not ?
"Reynol. My Lord I haue.
Pohn. God buy you; fare you well.
Reynol. Good my Lord.
Pohn. Obferue his inclination in yourfelfe.
Reynol. I fliall my Lord.
Pohn. And let him plye his Muficke.
Reynol. Well, my Lord. Exit,
Enter Ophelia.
Pohn. Farewell :
How now Ophelia, what's the matter ?
Ophe. Alas my Lord,I haue beene fo affrighted.
Pohn. With what,in the name ofHeauen?
Ophe. My Lord, as I was fowing in my Chamber,
Lord Hamlet with his doublet all vnbrac'd.
No hat vpon his head, his ftockings foul'd,
Vngartred, and downe giued to his Anekle,
Paleas his /hirt,his knees knocking each other.
And with a looke fo pitious in purport,
As if he had been loofed out of hell.
To fpeake of horrors : he comes before mp.
Polon. Mad for thy Loue ?
Ophe. My Lord, I dop not know : but truly Ido feare it.
Pohn. What faid he?
Ophe. He tooke me by the wrift,and held me hard ;
Then goes he to the length of all his arme;
And with his other hand thus o're his brow.
He fais to fuch perufall of my face.
As he would draw it. Long ftaid he fo.
At laft,a little fhaking of mine Arme :
And thrice his head thus wauing vp and downe;
He rais'd a figh^fo pitcious and profound,
That it did feeme to ihatter all his bulke.
And end his being. That done, he lets me goe,
And with his head euer his ihoulders turned,
He feem'd to finde his way without his eyes.
For out adores he went without their helpe^
And to the laft, bended their light on me.
Polon» Goe with me, I will goe feeke the King,
This is the very extafie of Loue,
Whofe violent property foredoes it felfe,
And
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And leads the will to defperate Vndertakings,
As oft as any paflion vnder Heauen,
That does afflidl our Natures. I am forrie,
What haue you giuen him any hard words of late.'
Ophe. No my good Lord : but as you did command,
I did repelí his Letters,and deny'de
His accefle to me.
Pol. That hath made him mad.
I am forrie that with better fpeed and iudgement
I had not quoted him. I feare he did but trifle.
And meant to wracke thee : but belhrew my iealoufle ;
It feemes it is as proper to our Age,
To caft beyond our felues in our Opinions,
As it is common for the yonger fort
To lacke difcretion. Come,go we to the King,
This muft be knowne, w being kept clofe might moue
More greefe to hide, then hate to vtter loue. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
enter King,Queene,Roßncrane,and Guilden-
Jierne Cumalys.
King, Welcome deere E,oßncrance and Guildenßerne.
Moreouer, that we much did long to fee you.
The neede we haue to vfe you, did prouoke
Our haftie fending. Something haue you heard
Of Hamlets transformation : fo I call it.
Since not th'exterior, nor the inward man
Refembles that it was. What it Ihould bee
More then his Fathers death, that thus hath put him
So much from th'vnderftanding of himfelfe,
I cannot deeme of. I intreat you both.
That being of fo young dayes brought vp with him :
And fince fo Neighbour'd to his youth,and humour,
That you vouchfafe your reft heere in our Court
Some little time : fo by your Companies
To draw him on to pleafures,and to gather
So much as from Occafions you may gleane.
That open'd lies within our remedie.
Qu. Good Gentlemen, he hath much talk'd of you.
And fure I am, two men there are not lining.
To whom he more adheres. If it will pleafe you
To (hew vs fo much Gentrie, and good will.
As to expend your time with vs a-while,
For the fupply and profit of our Hope,
Your Vifitation lhall receiue fuch thankes
As fits a Kings remembrance.
Roßn. Both your Maiefties
Might by the Soueraigne power you haue of vs.
Put your dread pleafures, more into Command
Then to Entreatie.
Guil. We both obey.
And here giue vp our felues, in the full bent.
To lay our Seruices freely at your feete,
To be commanded.
King. Thankes Roßncrance, and gentle Guildenßerne.
Síu. Thankes Guildenßerne and gentle Roßncrance.
And I befeech you inftantly to vifit
My too much changed Sonne.
Go fome of ye,
And bring the Gentlemen where Hamlet is.
Guil. Heauens make our prefence and our praflifes
Pleafant and helpfull to him. Exit.
Queene. Amen.
Enter Poloniui.
Pol. Th'Ambafladors from Norwey, my good Lord,
Are ioyfully return'd.
King. Thou ftill haft bin the Father of good Newes.
Pol. Haue I, my Lord ? Aflure you, my good Liege,
I hold my dutie, as I hold my Soule,
Both to my God, one to my gracious King :
And I do thinke, or elfe this braine of mine
Hunts not the traile of Policie, fo fure
As I haue vs'd to do : that I haue found
The very caufe of Hamlets Lunacie.
King. Oh fpeake of that, that I do long to heare.
Toi. Giue firft admittance to th'AmbaíTadors,
My Newes lhall be the Newes to that great Feaft.
King. Thy felfe do grace to them,and bring them in.
He tels me my fweet QÏ^eene, that he hath found
The head and fourfe of all your Sonnes diftemper.
S^u. I doubt it is no other, but the maine,
His Fathers death,and our o're-hafty Marriage.
Enter Tolonitu ,^oliumand, and Corneliuo.
King. Well, we lhall fift him. Welcome good Frends:
Say Voltumand, what from our Brother Norwey f
Volt. Moft faire remrne of Greetings, and Defires.
Vpon our firft, he fent out to fupprefle
His Nephewes Leuies, which to him appear'd
To be a preparation 'gainft the Poleak :
But better look'd into, he truly found
It was againft your Highnefle, whereat greeued,]
That fo his SickneflTe, Age,and Impotence
Was falfely borne in hand, fends out Arrefts
On Fortinbrai, which he (in breefe) obeyes,
Receiues rebuke from Norwey: and in fine.
Makes Yow before his Vnkle, neuer more
To giue th'aflTay of Armes agqinft your Maieftie.
Whereon old Norwey, ouercome with ioy,
Giues him three thoufand Crownes in Annùall Fee,
And his Commiffion to imploy thofe Soldiers
So leuied as before, againft the Poleak :
With an intreaty heerein further Ihewne,
That it might pleafe you to giue quiet pafle
Through your Dominions,for his Enterprize,
On fuch regards of fafety and allowance.
As therein are fet downe.
King. It likes vs well :
And at our more confider'd time wee'l read,
Anfwer,and thinke vpon this Bufinefle.
Meane time we thanke you, for your well-tooke Labour.
Go to your reft, at night wee'l Feaft together.
Moft welcome home. Exit Ambaff.
Pol. This bufineflTe is very well ended.
My Liege, and Madam, to expoftulate
What Maieftie Ihould be, what Dutie is.
Why day is day ; night,night j and time is time.
Were nothing but to wafte Night,Day,and Time.
Therefore, fince Breuitie is the Soule of Wit,
And tedioufnefle, the limbes and outward flourilhes,
I will be breefe. Your Noble Sonne is mad :
Mad call I it; for to define true MadnelTe,
What is't, but to be nothing elfe but mad.
But let that go.
Qu. More matter, with lefle Art.
Pol. Madam, I fweare I vfe no Art at all :
That he is mad, 'tis true : 'Tis true 'tis pittie.
And pittie it is true : A foolilh figure,
But farewell it : for I will vfe no Art.
Mad
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Mad let vs grant him then : and now remaines
That we finde out the caufe of this effeit.
Or rather fay, the caufe of this defeél ;
For this efFeft defeiliue, comes by caufe,
Thus it remaines, and the remainder thus. Perpend,
I haue a daughter : haue,whirft (he is mine,
Who in her Dutie and Obedience, marke.
Hath giuen roe this : now gather, and furmife.
The Letttr.
To the QeUßiall,and my Soules Idoll, the mofi beautified 0-
fihelia.
That's an ill Phraie, a vilde Phrafe, beautified is a vilde
Phrafe : but you (hall heare thefe in her excellent white
bofome, thefe. '
Su. Came this from Hamlet to her.
Pol. Good Madam ftav awhile, I will be faithfull.
Douht thou, the Starres are fire.
Doubt, that the Sunne doth moue :
Douht Truth to he a Lier,
But neuer Douht, I loue.
0 deere Ophelia, I am ill at thefe Numbers-. I haue not Art to
reckon my grones ; hut that I hue thee hefi, oh mofi 'Befi he-
leeue it. tAdieu.
Thine euermore mofi deere Lady, vphilfi this
oATachine it to him, Hamlet.
This in Obedience hath my daughter (hew'd me :
And more aboue hath his foliciting.
As they fell out by Time, by Meanes,and Place,
All giuen to mine eare.
King. But how hath (he receiu'd his Loue.?
Pol. What do you thinke of me ?
King. As of a man, faithfull and Honourable.
Pohl wold faine proue fo.But what might you think ?
When I had feene this hot loue on the wing.
As I perceiued it, I mud tell you that
Before my Daughter told me.what might you
Or my deere Maieftie your (Jueene heere, think,
If I had playd the Deske or 1 able-booke.
Or giuen my heart a winking, mute and dumbe.
Or look'd vpon this Loue, with idle fight,
What might you thinke .? No, I went round to worke.
And (my yong Miftris)thus I did befpeake
Lord Hamlet is a Prince out of thy Starre,
This mull not be ; and then, I Precepts gaue her.
That (he (hould locke her felfe from his Refort,
Admit no MelTengers, receiue no Tokens:
Which done, (he tooke the Fruités of my Aduice,
And he repulfed. A (hortTale to make.
Fell into a Sadneife, then into a Fall,
Thence to a Watch, thence into a WeaknelTe,
Thence to a Lightne(re,and by this declenfion
Int^ the MadnelTe whereon now he raues.
And all we waile for.
King. Do you thinke 'tis this.'
Qu. It may be very likely.
Pe/.Hath there bene fuch a time, I'de fain know that.
That I haue poflîtiuely faid, 'tis fo.
When it prou'd otherwife.'
King. Not that I know.
Pol. Take this from this; if this be otherwife.
If Circumdances leade me, I will finde
Where truth is hid, though it were hid indeede
Within the Center.
King. How may we try it further ?
Pol. You know fometimes
He Walkes foure houres together, heere
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In the Lobby.
Qu. So he ha's indeed.
Pol, At fuch a time He loofe my Daughter to him.
Be you and I behinde an Arras then,
.Marke the encounter : If he loue her not.
And be not from his reafon falne thereon ;
Let me be no AlTidant for a State,
And keepe a Farme and Carters.
King. We will try it.
Enter Hamlet reading on a Boo^e.
Su. But looke where fadly the poore wretch
Comes reading.
Pol. Away I do befeech you, both away.
He boord him prefently. Exit King Ó" Sp""-
Oh giue me leaue. How does my good Lord Hamlet f
Ham. Well, God-a-mercy.
Pol. Do you know me, my Lord ?
Ham. Excellent, excellent well : y'are a Filhmonger.
Pol. Not I my Lord.
Ham. Then I would you were fo honed a man.
Pol. Honed,my Lord?
Ham. I fir, to be honed as this world goes, is to bee
one man pick'd out of two thoufand.
Pol. That's very true,my Lord.
Ham. For if the Sun breed Magots in a dead dogge,
being a good killing Carrion
Haue you a daughter ?
Pol. I haue my Lord.
Ham, Let her not walke i'th'Sunne : Conception is a
blefsing, but not as your daughter may conceiue.Friend
looke too't.
Po/.How fay you by that?Still harping on my daugh¬
ter: yet he knew me not at fird; he faid I was a Filhmon¬
ger: he is farre gone, farre gone : and truly in my youth,
1 fuffred much extreamity for loue : very neere this. He
fpeake to him againe. What do you read my Lord?
Ham. Words, words, words.
Pol. What is the matter, my Lord ?
Ham. Betweene who ?
Pol. I meane the matter you meane,my Lord.
Ham. Slanders Sir : for the Satyricall flaue faies here,
that old men haue gray Beards; that their faces are wrin¬
kled : their eyes purging thicke Amber, or Plum-Tree
Gumme : and that they haue a plentifull locke of Wit,
together with weake Hammes. All which Sir, though I
mod powerfully, and potently beleeue ; yet I holde it
not Honedie to haue it thus fet downe : For you your
felfe Sir, (hould be old as I am, if like a Crab you could
go backward.
Pol, Though this be madnelTe,
Vet there is Method i n't : will you walke
Out of the ayre my Lord ?
Ham. Into my Graue?
Pol. Indeed that is out o'th'Ayre :
How pregnant (fometimes)his Replies are?
A happinelTe,
That often MadnelTe hits on.
Which Reafon and Sanitie could not
So profperoufly be deliuer'd of.
I will leaue him.
And fodainely contriue the meanes of meeting
Betweene him,and my daughter.
My Honourable Lord, I will mod humbly
Take my leaue of you.
003 Ham
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Ham. You cannot Sir take from me any thing, that I
will more willingly part withall, except my life, my
life.
Po/oB. Fare you well my Lord.
Ham. Thefe tedious old fooles.
Po/ofl. You goe to feeke my Lord Hamlet ; there
hee is.
Enter Roßncran and Guildenßerne.
Roßn. God faue you Sir.
Guild. Mine honour'd Lord ?
Roßn. My moft deare Lord ?
Ham. My excellent good friends ? How do'ft thou
Guildenßernel OhyReßncrane \ good Lads: How doe ye
both I
Roßn. As the indifferent Children of the earth.
Guild. Happy, in that we are not ouer-happy : on For'
tunes Cap, we are not the very Button.
Ham. Nor the Soales of her Shoo ?
Roßn. Neither my Lord.
Ham. Then you liue about her walle, or in the mid¬
dle of her fauour ?
Çuil. Faith, her priuates, we.
Ham. In the fecret parts of Fortune ? Oh, moft true :
Ihe is a Strumpet. What's the newes
'R.oßn. None my Lord; but that the World's growne
honeft.
Ham. Then is Doomefday neere : But your newes is
not true. Let me queftion more in particular : what haue
> you my good friends, deferued at the hands of Fortune,
that Ihe fends you to Prifon hither ?
Guil. Prifon, my Lord
Ham. Denmark's a Prifon.
Roßn. Then is the World one.
Ham. A goodly one,in whkh there are many Con¬
fínes, Wards, and Dungeons; Denmatße being one o'th'
worft.
Roßn. We thinke not fo my Lord,
Ham. Why then 'tis none to you;for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it fo : to me it is
a prifon.
Roßn. Why then your Ambition makes it one: 'tis
too narrow for your minde.
Ham. O God, I could be bounded in a nutfhell, and
count my felfe a King of Infinite fpace ; were it not that
I haue bad dreames.
Guil. Which dreames indeed are Ambition : for the
very fubftance of the Ambitious, is meerely the fhadow
of a Dreame.
Ham. A dreame it felfe is but a fhadow.
Roßn. Truely, and I hold Ambition of fo ayry and
light a quality, that it is but a fhadowes fhadow.
Ham. Then are our Beggers bodies ; and our Mo-
narchs and out-ftretcht Heroes the Beggers Shadowes:
fhall wee to th' Court : for, by my fey I cannot rea-
fon ?
'Both. Wee'l wait vpon you.
Ham. No fuch matter. I will not fort you with the
reft of my feruants : for to fpeake to you like an honeft
man : I am moft dreadfully attended; but in the beaten
way of friendfhip. What make you at Elfoncmerf
Eoßn. To vifit you my Lord, no other occafion.
Ham. Begger that I am,I am euen poore in thankes;
but 1 thanke you : and fure deare friends my thanks
are too deare a halfepeny ; were you not fent for ? Is it
your owne inclining ? Is it a free vifitation ? Come,
deale iuftly with me : come, come; nay fpeake.
Guil. What Ihould we fay my Lord?
Ham. Why any thing. But to the purpofe; you were
fent for; and there is a kinde confeffion in your lookes;
which your modefties haue not craft enough to co¬
lor, I know the good King & Queene haue fent for you.
Roßn. To what end my Lord ?
Ham. That you mull teach me : but let mee coniure
you by the rights of our fellowfhip, by the confonancy of
our youth, by the Obligation of our euer-preferued loue,
and by what more deare, a better propofer could charge
you withall ; be euen and direil with me, whether you
were fent for or no.
Roßn. What fay you ?
Ham. Nay then I haue an eye of you: if you loue me
hold not off.
Çuil. My Lord, we were fent for.
Ham. I will tell you why ; fo fhall my anticipation
preuent your difcouery of your fecricie to the King and
Q^eene:moult no feather, I haue of late, but wherefore
I know not, loft all my mirth, forgone all cufióme of ex-
ercife; and indeed, it goes fo heauenly with my difpofiti-
on;that this goodly frame the Earth, feemes to me a fter-
rill Promontory; this moft excellent Canopy the Ayre,
look you, this braue ore-hanging, this Maieflicall Roofe,
fretted with golden fire : why, it appeares no other thing
to mee, then a foule and peftilent congregation of va¬
pours. What a piece of worke is a man ! how Noble in
Reafon ? how infinite in faculty ? in forme and mouing
how expreffe and admirable ? in Aflion, how like an An¬
gel ? in apprehenfion, how like a God.' the beauty of the
world, the Parragón of Animals ; and yet to me, what is
this QuintefTence of DuftMan delights not me ; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your fmiling you feeme
to fay fo.
Roßn. My Lord , there was no fuch ftuffe in my
thoughts.
Ham. Why did you laugh, when I faid, Man delights
not me ?
Rßn. To thinke, my Lord, if you delight not in Man,
what Lenton entertainment the Players fhall receiue
from you : wee coated them on the way, and hither are
they comming to offer you Seruice.
Ham. He that playes the King fhall be welcome; his
Maiefly fhall haue Tribute of mee : the aduenturous
Knight fhal vfe his Foyle and Target : the Louer fhall
not figh gratie, the humorous man fhall end his part in
peace : the Clowne fhall make thofe laugh whofe lungs
are tickled a'th' fere : and the Lady fhall fay her minde
freely; or the blanke Verfe fhall halt for't: what Players
are they?
Roßn. Euen thofe you were wont to take delight in
the Tragedians of the City.
Ham. How chances it they trauaile ? their refi-
dence both in reputation and profit was better both
wayes.
Roßn. I thinke their Inhibition comes by the meanes
of the late Innouation ?
Ham. Doe they hold the fame eflimation they did
when I was in the City ? Are they fo follow'd ?
Roßn. No indeed, they are not.
Ham. How comes it ? doe they grow rufly ?
Roßn, Nay, their indeauour keepes in the wonted
pace ; But there is Sir an ayrie of Children, little
Yafes, that crye out on the top of queftion ; and
are moft tyrannically clap't for't : thefe are now the
fafhi-
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faíhion, and fo be-ratled the common Stages (fo they
call them) that many wearing Rapiers, are aifraide of
Goofe-quils,and dare fcarfe come thither.
Ham. What are they Children? Who maintains'em?
How are they efcoted ? Will they purfue the Quality no
longer then they can fing? Will they not fay afterwards
if they fijould grow themfelues to common Players (as
it is like moft if their meanes are noi better) their Wri¬
ters do them wrong, to make them exclaim againft their
owne Succeflion.
A^ff.Faith there ha's bene much to do on both fides:
and the Nation holds it no finne, to tarre them to Con-
trouerfie. There was for a while, no mony bid for argu¬
ment, vnlefle the Poet and the Player went to Cuffes in
the Queftion.
Ham. Is't pofiible ?
Guild. Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of
Braines.
Hamy Do the Boyes carry it away ?
Rofm.l that they do my hoxà, Hercules & his load too.
Ham, It is not ftrange : for mine Vnckle is King of
Dcnmarke, and thofe that would make mowes at him
while my Father liued j giue twenty, forty, an hundred
Ducates a peece, for his picture in Little. There is fome-
thing in this more then Naturall, if Philofophie could
finde it out.
Flourifh for the Flayers.
Guil, There are the Players.
Ham. Gentlemen, you are welcom to Sljonovperi your
hands, come ; The appurtenance of Welcome, is Faihion
and Ceremony. Let me comply with you in the Garbe,
left my extent to the Players( which I tell you muft ihew
faircly outward)ihouId more appeare like entertainment
then yours. You are welcome : but my Vnckle Father,
and Aunt Mother are deceiu'd.
Guil. In what my deere Lord ?
Ham. I am but mad North, North-Weft : when the
Winde is Southerly, I know a Hawke from a Handfaw.
Enter Polontm,
Pol. Well be with you Gentlemen.
Ham. Hearke you Guildenßerney and you too : at each
eare a hearer : that great Baby you fee there, is not yet
out of his fwathing clouts.
Royin.Happily he's the fécond time come to them: for
they fay,an old man is twice a childe.
Ham. I will Prophefie. Hee comes to tell me of the
Players. Mark it, you fay right Sir : for a Monday mor¬
ning 'twas fo indeed.
Pi>/. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you.
Ham. My Lord, I haue Newes to tell you*
When Poffius an Aftor in Rome
Pol. The Adiors are come hither my Lord.
Ham. Buzze, buzze.
Pol. Vpon mine Honor.
Ham. Then can each Adtor on his Afle
• Polon. The beft Adtors in the world, either for Trage¬
dle, Comedie, Hiftorie, Paftorall : Paftoricall-ComicalU-
HiftoricaU-Paftorall : Tragicall-Hiftoricail : Tragicall-
Comicall-Hiftoricall-Paftorail : Scene indiuible, or Po¬
em vnlimited. Seneca cannot be too heauy,-nor Plautuó
too light, for the law of Writ,and the Liberty. Thefe are
the onely men.
Ham. O lepbta ludge of Ifrael, what a Treaiure had'ft
thou ?
Pol. What a Treafure had he,my Lord ?
Ham. Why one faire Daughter,and no more.
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The which he loued pafling well.
Pol, Still on my Daughter.
Ham. Am I not i'th'right old lephtal
" Polon. If you call me lephta my Lord, I haue a daugh¬
ter that I loue pafling well.
Ham. Nay that followes not.
Polon. What followes then,my Lord ?
/fj.Why, As by lot,God wot : and then you know, It
came to paflTe, as moft like it was : The firft rowe of the
Pons Chanfon will Ihew you more. For looke where my
Abridgements come.
Enter foure or fiue Players,
Y'are welcome Mafters, welcome all. I am glad to fee
thee well : Welcome good Friends. O my olde Friend?
Thy face is valiant fince I faw thee laft ; Com'ft thou to
beard me in Denmarke^ What, my yong Lady and Mi-
ftris?Byrlady your Ladilhip Is neerer Heauen then when
I faw you laft, by the altitude of a Choppine. Pray God
your voice like a peece of vncurrant Gold be not crack'd
within the ring. Mafters, you are all welcome:wee'l e'ne
to't like French Faulconers, flie at any thing we fee:wee'l
haue a Speech ftraight. Come giue vs a taft of your qua¬
lity : come, a paflionate fpeech.
I.Play. What fpeech,my Lord ?
Ham, I heard thee fpeak me a fpeech once, but it was
neuer Aífed : or if it was,not aboue once, for the Play I
remember pleas'd not the Million, 'twas Cauiarie to the
Generali : but it was (as I receiu'd it, and others, whofe
iudgement in fuch matters, cried in the top of mine) an
excellent Play 5 well digefted in the Scœnes, fet downe
with as much modeftie,as cunning. I remember one faid,
there was no Sallets in the lines, to make the matter fa-
uoury; norno matter in the phrafe, that might indite the
Author of affe£fation,but cal'd it an honeft method.One
cheefe Speech in it, I cheefely lou'd, 'twas Tale
to Didoy and thereabout of it efpecially, where he fpeaks
of Priams flaughter. If it Hue in your memory, begin at
this Line, let me fee, let me fee : The rugged Pyrrbusï\\c.G
Hyrcanian Beaft. It is not fo s it begins with Pyrrhus
The rugged TyrrhuSy he whofe Sable Armes
Blacke as his purpole, did the night refemble
When he lay couched in the Ominous Horie,
Hath now this dread and blacke Complexion fmear'd
With Heraldry more difmall: Head to foote
Now is he to take Geulles, horridly Trick'd
With blood of Fathers, Mothers, Daughters, Sonnes,
Bak'd and impafted with the parching ftreefs,
That lend a tyrannous, and damned light
To their vilde Murthers, roafted in wrath and fire,
And thus o're-fized with coagulate gore,
With eyes like Carbuncles, the hellifli Pyrrhus
Old Grandfire Priam feekes.
Pol. Fore God,my Lord, well fpoken, with good ac¬
cent,and good difcretion.
I.Player. Anon he findes him,
Striking too ihort at Greekes. His anticke Sword,
Rebellious to his Arme, lyes where it falles
Repugnant to command : vnequall match,
Pyrrhus at Priam drioes, in Râge ftrikes wide :
But with the whifFe and winde of his fell Sword,
Th'vnnerued Father fais. Then fcnfelefle Illium,
Seeming to feele his blow, with flaming top
Stoopes to his Bace, and with a hideous craih
Takes prifoner fyrrhus eare. For loe, his Sword
Which was declining on the Milkie head
Of Reuerend 1PnVi»j,feem'd i'th'Ayre to ftieke :
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So as a painted Tyrant Pyrrbm ftood,
And like a Newtrall to his will and matter, did nothing»
But as we often fee againft fome ftorme,
A filence in the Heauens, the Racke ftand ftill,
The bold windes fpeechlefie, and the Orbe below
As hulh as death : Anon the dreadfull Thunder
Doth rend the Region. So after fyrrbus paufe,
A rowfed Vengeance fets him new a-worke,l
And neuer did the Cyclops hammers fall
On Mars his Armours, forg'd for proofe Eterna,
With leiTe remorfethen Pyrrbm bleeding fword
Now falles on Priam,
Out, out, thou Strumpet-Fortune, all you Gods,
In general! Synod take away her power :
Breake all the Spokes and Fallies from her wheele,
And boule the round Naue downe the hill of Heauen,
As low as to the Fiends.
Pol. This is too long.
Ham. It ihall to*th Barbars, wdth your beard. Pry-
thee fay on : He's for a ligge, or a tale of Baudry, or hee
fleepes. Say on 5 come to Hecuba.
i.Play.^Mt who, O who, had feen the inobled Q¿een.
Ham. The inobled Queene ?
Pol. That's good : Inobled Queene is good.
i.^lay. Run bare-foot vp and downe,
Threatning the flame
With BiiTon Rheume : A clout about that head.
Where late the Diadem Hood, and for a Robe
About her lanke and all ore-teamed Loines,
A blanket in th'Alarum of feare caught vp.
Who this had feene, with tongue in Venóme fteep'd,
'Gainft Fortunes State, would Treafon haue pronounc'd?
But if the Gods themfelues did fee her then.
When fhe faw Pyrrbui make malicious fport
In mincing with his Sword her Husbands limbes,
The inftant Burft of Clamour that fhe made
(Vnle/fe things mortall moue them not at all)
Would haue made milche the Burning eyes of Heauen,
And paifion in the Gods.
Pol. Looke where he ha's not turn'd his colour, and
ha's teares in's eyes. Pray you no more.
Ham. 'Tis well, He haue thee fpeake out the reft,
foone. Good my Lord, will you fee the Players wel be-
ftow'd. Do ye heare, let them be well vs'd : for they are
the Abftra<fts and breefe Chronicles of the time. After
your death, you were better haue a bad Epitaph, then
their ill report while you liued.
Pol. My Lord, I will vfe them according to their de-
fart.
Ham. Gods bodykins man, better. Vfe euerie man
after his defart, and who fhould fcape whipping : vfe
them after your own Honor and Dignity. The lefle they
deferue, the more merit is in your bountie. Take them
in.
Pol, Come firs. Exit Tolon,
Ham. Follow him Friendsrwee'I heare a play to mor¬
row. Doft thou heare me old Friend, can you play the
murther of Qon%ago ?
Play, I my Lord.
Ham. Wee'l ha't to morrow night. You could for a
need ftudy a fpeech of fome dofen or fixteene lines, which
I would fet downe,and infert in't.^ Could ye not?
Play. I my Lord.
Ham. Very well. Follow that Lord, and looke you
mock him not. My good Friends, He leaue you til night
you are welcome to ElJ'onoiver}
Roßn, Good my Lord. Exeunt,
^Äianet Hamlet,
Ham. I fo, God buy'ye : Now I am alone.
Oh what a Rogue and Pefant flaue am I ?
Is it not monftrous that this Player heere,
But in a Fixion,in a dreame of Paflion,
Could force his foule fo to his whole conceit.
That from her working, all his vifage warm'd 5
Teares in his eyes, diftraíHon in's Afpe£l,
A broken voyce,and his whole Funfiion fuiting
With Formes,to his Conceit} And all for nothing?
For Hecuba f
What's Hecuba to him,or he to Hecuba^
That he ihould weepe for her? What would he doe,
Had he the Motiue and the Cue for paflion
That I haue ? He would drowne the Stage with teares,
And cleaue the generali eare with horrid fpeech ;
Make mad the guilty,and apale the free.
Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed,
The very faculty of Eyes and Eares. Yet 1,
A dull and muddy-metled Rafcall,peake
Like lohn a-dreames, vnpregnant of my caufe.
And can fay nothing : No,not for a King,
Vpon whofe property, and moft deere life,
A damn'd defeate was made. Am I a Coward?
Who calles me Villaine.? breakes my pate a-croflTe?
Pluckes off my Beard, and blowes it in my face-?
Tweakes me by'th'Nofef glues me the Lye i'th'Throate,
As deepe as to the Lungs? Who does me this?
Ha? Why I ihould take it : for it cannot be,
But I am Pigeon-Liuer'd,and lacke Gall
To make Oppxeflion bitter, or ere this,
I fliould haue fatted all the Region Kites
With this Slaues Offall, bloudy : a Bawdy villaine,
Remorfelefle, Treacherous, Letcherous, kindles villaine |
Oh Vengeance !
Who? What an Affe am I ? I fure, this is moft braue.
That I, the Sonne of the Deere murthered,
Prompted to my Reuenge by Heauen,and Hell,
Muft (like a Whore) vnpacke my heart with words,
And fall a Curling like a very Drab,
A Scullion? Fye vpon't : Foh. About my Braine.
I haue heard, that guilty Creatures fitting at a Play,
Haue by the very cunning of the Scoene,
Bene ftrooke fo to the foule, that prefently
They haue proclaim'd their Malefadlions.
For Murther, though it haue no tongue, will fpeake
With moft myraculous Organ. He haue thefe Players,
Play fomething like the murder of my Father,
Before mine Vnkle. Ileobferue his lookes,
He tent him to the quicke : If he but blench
I know my courfe. The Spirit that I haue feene
May be the Diuell, and the Diuel hath power
T'affume a pleaflng fliape, yea and perhaps
Out of my Weakneffe, and my Melancholly,
As he is very potent with fuch Spirits,
Abufes me to damne me. He haue grounds
More Relatiue then this : The Play's the thing.
Wherein He catch the Confcience of the King. Exit
Enter King, Queene, Polonm, Ophelia,
ßncrance, Guildenßern, and Lords,
King. And can you by no drift of circumftance
Get from him why he puts on this Confufion;
Grating fo harihly all his dayes of quiet
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With turbulent and dangerous Lunacy.
Roßn. He does confeffe he feeles himfelfe diftrailed,
But from what caufe he will by no meanes fpeaJce.
Guïl. Nor do we finde him forward to be founded,
But with a crafty Madnefle keepes aloofe :
When we would bring him on to fome Confeflion
Of his true fiate.
Qu. Did he receiue you well ?
Roßn. Moft like a Gentleman.
Guild. But with much forcing of his difpofition.
* Rofin. Niggard of queftion, but of our demands
Moft free in his reply.
Did you affay him to any paftime ?
Roßn. Madam, it fo fell out, that certaine Players
We ore-wrought on the way : of thefe we told him,
And there did feeme in him a kinde of ioy
To heare of it : They are about the Court,
And (as I thinke) they haue already order
This night to play before him.
Pol. *Tis moft true t
And he befeechM me to intreate your Maiefties
To heare, and fee the matter.
Ar/ff^-.With all my heart, and it doth much content me
To heare him fo inclined. Good Gentlemen,
Giue him a further edge, and driue his purpofe on
To thefe delights.
Roßn. We fliall my Lord. Bxeunt.
King. Sweet Qertrude leaue vs too,
For we haue clofely fent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as'twere by accident, may there
Affront Ophelia. Her Father.and my felfe(lawful efpials)
Will fo beftow our felues, that feeing vnfeene
We may of their encounter frankely iudge,
And gather by him, as he is behaued,
IFt be th'atfiiflion of his loue, or no.
That thus he fuffers for.j
¿tt. I /hall obey you.
And for your part Opheliay I do wi/h
That your good Beauties be the happy cauie
Of Hamleti wildeneffe : fo ihall I hope your Vertues
Will bring him to his wonted way againe.
To both your Honors.
Opbe. Madam, I wi/h it may.
Pol. Ophelidy walke you heere. Gracious fo pleafe ye
We will beftow our felues î Reade on this booke.
That /hew of fuch an exercife n>ay colour
Your lonelineffe. We are oft too blame in this,
'Tis too much prou'd, that with Deuotions vifage,
And pious Adlion, we do furge o're
The diuell himfelfe.
King. Oh'tis true:
How /mart a la/h that fpeech doth giue my Confcience f
The Harlots Cheeke beautied with plaift'ring Art
Is not more vgly to the thing that helpes it,
Then is my deede, to my moft painted word.
Oh heauie burtherv 1
Pol. I heare him comming, let's withdraw my Lord.
Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet.
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Queftion;
Whether 'tis Nobler in the minde to fuffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Or to take Armes againft a Sea of troubles,
And by oppofing end them : to dye,to ileepe
No more j and by a ileepe, to fay we end
The Heart-ake, and the thoufand Naturall /hockes
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That Fle/h is heyre too? 'Tisa confummation
Deuoutly to be wi/h'd. To dye to ileepe,
To Ileepe, perchance to Dreamej I, there's the rub,
For in that ileepe of death, what drcames may come,
When we haue /hufflel'd off" this mortal! coile,
Muft giue vs pawfe. There's the refpedl
That makes Calamity oifo long life :
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppreffors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of difpriz'd Loue, the Lawes delay,
The infolence of Office, and the Spumes
That patient merit of the vnworlhy takes,
When-he himfelfe might his ^uietitá make
With a bare Bod-kin ? Who would thefe Fardles beare
To grunt and fwéat vndefa weary life, I
Bui that the dread of fomething after death,
The vndiicouered Countrey, from whofe Borne
No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare thofe illes we haue,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Confcience does make Cowards of vs all.
And thus the Natiue hew of Refolution
Is ficklied o're, with the pale caft ofThought,
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currants turne away.
And loofe the name of Aélion. Soft you now,
The faire Opbeliaf Nimph, in thy Orizons
Be all my finnes remembred.
Ophe. Good my Lord,
How does your Honor for this many a day?
Ham. I humbly thanke you : well, well, well.
Ophe. My Lord, I haue Remembrances of yours,
That I haue longed long to re-deliuer.
1 pray you now, receiue them.
Ham. No, no, I neuer gaue you ought,
Ophe. My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,
And with them words of fo fweet breath compos'd,
As made the things more rich, then perfume left :
Take thefe againe, for to the Noble minde
Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.
There my Lord.
Ham. Ha,ha : Are you honeft|?
Ophe. My Lord.
Ham. Are you faire ?
Ophe. What meanes your Lord/hip ?
Ham, That if you be honeft and feire, your Honefty
/hould admit no difcourfe to your Beautie.
Ophe. Could Beautie my Lord, haue better Comerce
then your Honeftie ?
Ham. I trulie : for the power of Beautie, will fooner
transforme Honeftie from what it is, to a Bawd, then the
force of Honeftie can tranflate Beautie into his likeneffe.
This was fometime a Paradox, but now the time giues it
proofe, I did loue you once.
Ophe. Indeed my Lord, you made me beleeue fo.
Ham. You Ihould not haue beleeued me. For vertue
cannot fo innocculate our old ftocke, but we /hall relli/h
of it. I loued you not.
Ophe. I was the more deceiued.
Ham. Get thee to a Nunnerie. Why would'ft thou
be a breeder of Sinners? 1 am my felfe indifferent honeft,
but yet I could accufe me of fuch things, that it were bet¬
ter my Mother had not borne me. I am very prowd, re-
uengefull, Ambitious, with more offences at my becke,
then I haue thoughts to put them in imagination, to giue
them lhape, or time to aéle them in. What Ihould iuch
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Fellowes as I do, crawling betwcene Heauen and Earth.
We are arrant Knaues all, beleeue none of vs. Goe thy
wayes to a Nunnery. Where's your Father ?
Opke. At home, my Lord.
Ham. Let the doores be /hut vpon him, that he may
play the Foole no way, but in's owne houfe. Farewell.
Ophe. O helpe him, you fweet Heauens.
Ham. If thou doeft Marry, lie glue thee this Plague
for thy Dowrie. Be thou as chaft as Ice, as pure as Snow,
thou /halt not efcape Calumny. Get thee to a Nunnery.
Go, Farewell. Or if thou wilt needs Marry, marry a fool :
for Wife men know well enough, what monfters you
make of them. To a Nunnery go, and quickly too. Far-
well.
Ophe. O heauenly Powers,reftore him.
Ham. I haue heard of your pratlings too wel enough.
God has giuen you one pace,and you make your fel/e an-
Other:you gidge,you amble,and you lifpe, and nickname
Gods creatures, and make your Wantonnefle, your Ig-
norance.Go too, He no more on't, it hath made me mad.
I fay, we will haue no more Marriages. Thofe that are
married already, all but one /hall liue, the re/t /hall keep
as they are. To a Nunnery,go. Exit Hamlet.
Ophe. O what a Noble minde is heere o're-throwne ?
The Courtiers, Soldiers, Schollers : Eye, tongue, fword,
Th'expedlanfie and Rofe of the faire State,
The gla/fe of Fa/hion, and the mould of Forme,
Th'obferu'd of all Obferuers, quite,quite downe.
Haue I of Ladies moil deie£l and wretched,
That fuck'd the Honie of his Muficke Vowes :
Now fee that Noble,and moft Soueraigne Reafon,
Like fweet Bels iangled out of tune,and har/h,
That vnmatch'd Forme and Feature of blowne youth,
Blafted with extafie. Oh woe is me,
T'haue feenewhat I haue feene : fee what I fee.
Enter King^ and Poloniuá.
King. Loue } His affedlions do not that way tend.
Nor what he fpake, though it lack'd Forme a little,
Was not like Madne/Te. There's fomething in his foule }
O're which his Melancholly fits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch, and the difclofe
Will be fome danger, which to preuent
I haue in quicke determination
Thus fet it downe. He /hall with fpeed to England
For the demand of our negleÖed Tribute ;
Haply the Seas and Countries different
With variable Obieéls, /hall expelí
This fomething fetled matter in his heart :
Whereon his Braines ftill beating, puts him thus
From fa/hion ofhimfelfe. What thinke you on't?
Tol. It /hall do well. But yet do I beleeue
The Origin and Commencement of this greefe
Sprung from negle^ed loue. How now Ophelia ?
You neede not tell vs, what Lord Hamlet faide.
We heard it all. My Lord, do as you pleafe,
But if you hold it fie after the Play,
Let his Qi^eene Mother all alone intreat him
To /hew his Greefes : let herbe round with him,
And He be plac'd lb, pleafe you in the care
Of all their Conference. If ihe finde him not,
To England fend him : Orconfine him where
Your wifedome be/l /hall thinke.
King. It /hall be fo :
Madnefle in great Ones, muft not vnwatch'd go.
Exeunt,
Enter Hamlet^and two or three of the Players.
Ham, Speake the Speech I pray you, as I pronounced
it to you trippingly on the Tongue : But if you mouth it,
as many of your Players do, I had as liue the Town-Cryer
had fpoke my Lines : Nor do not faw the Ayie too much
your hand thus, but vfe all gently j for in the verie Tor¬
rent, Tempeft, and (as I may fay) the Whirle-winde of
Pafiion, you muft acquire and beget a Temperance that
may giue it Smoothncffe. O it offends mee to the Soule,
to fee a robuftious Pery-wig-pated Fellow, teare a Pafii¬
on to tatters, to verie ragges, to fplit the eares of the
Groundlings : who (for the moft part) are capeable of
nothing.but inexplicable dumbe /hewes,& noife:! could
haue fuch a Fellow whipt for o're-doing Termagant : it
ont-Herod^s Herod. Pray you auoid it.
Player, 1 warrant your Honor.
Ham. Be not too tame neyther : but let your owne
Difcretion be your Tutor. Sute the Adlion to the Word,
the Word to the Aétion, with this fpeciall obferuance :
That you ore-ftop not the modeftie of Nature j for any
thing fo ouer-done, is frÔ the purpofe of Playing, whofe
end both at the firft and now, was and is, to hold as 'twer
the Mirrour vp to Nature; to /hew Vertue her owne
Feature, Scorne her owne Image, and the verie Age and
Bodie of the Time, his forme and preffure. Now, this
ouer-done, or come tardie off, though it make the vnskil-
full laugh, cannot but make the ludicious greeue; The
cenfure of the which One, muft in your allowance o're-
way a whole Theater of Others. Oh, there bee Players
that 1 haue feene Play, and beard others praife, and that
highly (not to fpeake it prophanely) that neyther hauing
the accent of Chriftians, nor the gate of Chriftian, Pagan,
or Norman, haue fo iirutted and bellowed, that I haue
thought fome of Natures louerney-men had made men,
and not made them well, they imitated Humanity fo ab-
hominably.
^lay. I hope we haue reform'd that indifferently with
vs. Sir.
Ham. O reforme it altogether. And let thofe that
play your Clownes,fpeake no more then is fet downe for
them. For there be of them, that will themfelues laugh,
to fet on fome quantitie of barren Spe<ftators to laugh
too, though in the meane time, fome neceffary Qiieftion
of the Play be then to be confidered ; that's -Villanous, &
fiiewes a moft pittifull Ambition in the Foole that vfes
it. Go make you readie. Exit Players.
• Enter Polonius^ %cjincrance^and GuUdenßerne,
How now my Lord,
Will the King heare this peece of Worke.^
Pol. And the Queene too, and that prefently.
Ham. Bid the Players make haft. Exit Polonites.
Will you two helpe to haften them ?
^oth. We will my Lord. Exeunt.
Enter Horatio.
Ham. What hoa, Horatio}
Hora. Heere fweet Lord, at your Seruice.
Ham. Horatioy thou art eene as iuft a man
As ere my Conuerfacion coap'd withall.
Hora. O my deere Lord.
Ham. Nay,do not thinke I flatter :
For what aduancement may I hope from thee,
That no Reuennew haft, but thy good fpirits
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To feed & death thee. Why ihold the poor be flattered
No,let the Candied tongue, like abfurd pompe.
And crooke the pregnant Hindges of the knee.
Where thrift may follow faining? Doft thou heare.
Since my deere Soule was Miftris of my choyfe,
And could of men diftinguiih, her,election
Hath feal'd thee for her felfe. For thou haft bene
As one in fuftering all, that fuffers nothing,
A man that Fortunes buffets, and Rewards
Hath 'tane with equall Thankes. And bleft arc thofe,
Whofe Blood and lodgement are fo well co-mingled,
That they are not a Pipe for Fortunes finger,
To found what ftup ihe pleafe. Giue me that man,
That is not Paffions Slaue, and 1 will weare him
In my hearts Core; I,in my Heart of heart,
As 1 do thee. Something too much of this.
There is a Play to night before the King,
One Scœne of it comes neere the Circumftance
Which 1 haue told thee, of my Fathers death.
I prythee, when thou fee*ft that Ade a-foot,
Euen with the verie Comment of my Soule
Obferue mine Vnkle : If his occulted guilt,
Do not it felfe vnkennell in one fpeech,
It is a damned Ghoft that we haue feene :
And my Imaginations are as foule
As Vulcans Stythe. Giue him needfull note.
For I mine eyes will riuet to his Face :
And after we will both our iudgements ioyne.
To cenfure of his fecming.
Hora. Well my Lord.
If he fteale ought the whiFft this Play is Playing,
And fcape deteiling, I will pay the Theft.
Enter King y Qaeeney PoJoniuSy Of>helia, Rojincrance y
QuildenßernCyandother Lords attendantyXvith
hü Guard carrying Torches. Danijh
M.arch, Sound a ¥louriß>.
Ham. They are comming to the Play ; I muft be idle.
Get you a place.
King. How fares our Cofin Hamlet ?
Ham. Excellent Ifaith, of the Camelions dlfti : I eate
the Ayre promife-crammM, you cannot feed Capons fo.
King. I haue nothing with this anfwer Hamlet y thefe
words are not mine.
Ham. No, nor mine. Now my Lord, you plaid once
fth'Vniuerfjty, you fay ?
Po/off.That I did my Lord, and was accounted a good
AÔor.
Ham. And what did you enafi ?
Pol, I did enadt Julius ^ kilfd i^th'Capitol :
Brutus kiird me.
Ham. It was a bvuite part of him, to kill fo Capitall a
Calfe there. Be the Players ready ?
R&ßn. I my Lord, they ftay vpon your patience,
¿Ig. Come hither my good Hamlet y fit by me.
Ha. No good Mother, here*s Mettle more attrailiue,
Pol. Oh ho, do you marke that f
Ham. Ladie, ihall I lye in your Lap ?
Opbe. No my Lord.
Ham. I meane,my Head vpon your Lap.^
Ophe. I my Lord.
Ham. Do you thinke I meant Country matters?
Opbe. I thinke nothing, my Lord.
Ham. That's a faire thought to ly between Maids legs
Ophe, What is my Lord I
Ham. Nothing.
Ophe, You are merrie, my Lord ?
Ham. Who 1 ?
Opbe, I my Lord.
Ham. Oh God, your onely ligge-maker; what ihould
a man do, but be merrie. For looke you how cheereful-
ly my Mother lookes, and my Father dyed within's two
Houres.
Ophe. Nay, 'tis twice two moneths,my Lord.
Ham. So long? Nay then let the Diuel weare blacke,
for lie haue a fuite of Sables. Oh Heauens! dye two mo-
neths ago, and not forgotten yet.^ Then there's hope, a
great mans Memorle, may out-liue his life hälfe a yeare :
But byrlady he muft builde Churches then : or elfe íhall
he fuffer not thinking on, with the Hoby-horffe, whofe
Epitaph is, For o, For 0, the Hoby-horfe is forgot,
Hohoyes play. The dumbeßono enters,
Enter a King and ¿lueeney very louingly'y the Slueene embra¬
cing him. She ^neeles ,and ma^esßoeve of Proteßat ion vnto
htm. He tal^s her vp, and declines hü head vpon her nec\.
Layes him dovone vpon a Banl^e of Flotvers. She feeing him
.a-ßeepey leaues him. Anon comes in a Fellotvy takes off hü
Crorcncy kjjft^ it y and poro res poyfon in the Kings ear es y and
Exits. The Slueene returneSy findes the King deady and
makes paffionate A&hn. The Poyfoner^ roitb fome trpo or
three oJMutes comes in againe y Jeeming to lament roith her.
The dead body ü carried array : The Poyfoner Wooes the
^ueene vrith GiftSyJhe feemes loath and vnmilltng arvhiUy
. but in the endy accepts hü loue, Exeunt
Ophe. What meanes this, my Lord ?
Ham. Marry this is Miching e!Malicboy that meanes
Mifcheefe.
Ophe. Belike this fiiew imports the Argument of the
Play ?
Ham. We ihall know by thefe Fellowes : the Players
cannot keepe counfell, they'l tell all.
Ophe, Will they tell vs what this ihew meant?
Ham, I, or any ftiew that you'l ihew him. Bee not
you aiham'd to ihew, hee'l not ihame to tell you what it
meanes.
Ophe. You are naught, you are naught, lie marke the
Play.
Enter Prologue,
For vsy and for our TragedUy
Heere ßooping to your Ciemencie :
We begge your hearing Patientlie,
Ham. Is this a Prologue, or the Poefie of a Ring ?
Opbe. 'Tis briefe my Lord.
Ham. As Womans loue.
Enter King and hü Queene.
King.TuW thirtie tiroes hath Phœbus Cart gon round,
Neptunes fait Wafti, and Tellus Orbed ground ;
And thirtie dozen Moones with borrowed iheene,
About the World haue times twelue thirties beeue.
Since loue our hearts, and Hymen did our hands
Vnite comutualljin moft facred Bands.
'Bap, So many iournies may the Sanne and Moone
Make vs againe count o're, ere loue be done.
But woe is me, you are fo ficke of late.
So farre from cheere,and from your forme ftate.
That I diftruft you ; yet though I diftruft,
Difcomfort you (my Lord) it nothing muft :
For womens Feare and Loue, holds (juantitie,
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In neither ought, or in extremity :
Now what my loue is, proofe hath made you know,
And as my Loue is fiz'd, my Feare is fo.
King. Faith I muft leaue thee Loue, and (hortly too :
My operant Powers my Funflions leaue to do :
And thou fhalt liue in this faire world behinde,
Honour'd, belou'd, and haply, one as kinde.
For Husband (halt thou
Bap. Oh confound the reft :
Such Loue, muft needs be Treafon in my breft :
In fécond Husband, let me be accurft,
None wed the fécond, but who kill'd the firft.'
Ham. Wormwood, Wormwood.
'Bapt. The inftances that fécond Marriage moue.
Are bafe refpeils of Thrift, but none of Loue.
A fécond time, I kill my Husband dead.
When fécond Husband kifles me in Bed.
King. I do beleeue you. Think what now you fpeak :
But what we do determine, oft we breake :
Purpofe is but the flaue to Memorie,
Of violent Birth, but poore validitie:
Which now like Fruite vnripe ftickes on the Tree,
But fall vnfhaken, when they mellow bee.
Moft neceflary 'tis, that we forget
To pay our felues, what to our felues is debt :
What to our felues in paflion we propofe.
The paflion ending, doth the purpofe lofe.
The violence of other Greefe or loy.
Their owne ennaitors with themfelues deftroy :
Where loy moft Reuels, Greefe doth moft lament;
Greefe ioyes, loy greeues on flender accident.
This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not ftrange
That euen our Loues ihould with our Fortunes change.
For 'tis a queftion left vs yet to proue.
Whether Loue lead Fortune,or elfe Fortune Loue.
The great man downe, you marke his fauourites flies.
The poore aduanc'd, makes Friends of Enemies :
And hitherto doth Loue on Fortune tend.
For who not needs, ftiall neuer lacke a Frend ;
And who in want a hollow Friend doth try,
Direftly feafons him his Enemie.
But orderly to end, where I begun.
Our Willes and Fates do fo contrary run.
That our Deuices ftill are ouerthrowne.
Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our owne.
So thinke thou wilt no fécond Husband wed.
But die thy thoughts, when thy firft Lord is dead.
'Bap. Nor Earth to giue me food, nor Heauen light.
Sport and repofe locke from me day and night :
Each oppofite that blankes the face of ioy.
Meet what I would haue well, and it deftroy ;
Both heere, and hence, purfue me lafting ftrife.
If once a Widdow, euer I be Wife.
Ham. If flie fliould breake it now.
King. 'Tis deepely fworne :
Sweet, leaue me heere a while.
My fpirits grow dull, and faine I would beguile
The tedious day with fleepe.
Qu. Sleepe rocke thy Braine, Sleepes
And neuer come mifchance betweene vs twaine. Exit
Ham. Madam, how like you this Play ?
Qu. The Lady protefts to much me thinkes.
Ham. Oh-but fliee'l keepe her word.
King. Haue you heard the Argument, is there no Of¬
fence in't
Ham. No, no, they do but ieft, poyfon in ieft, no Of¬
fence i'th'world.
King. What do you call the Play ?
Ham. The Moule-trap : Marry how? Tropically:
This Play is the Image of a murder done in Vienna: Qon-
xago is the Dukes name, his wife 'Bapiißa : you fliall fee
anon : 'tis a knauilh peece of worke : But what o'that ?
Your Maieftie, and wee that haue free foules, it touches
vs not : let the galld iade winch:our withers are vnrung.
Enter EucianuS.
This is one Lucianus nephew to the King.
Ophe. You are a good Chorus,my Lord.
Ham. I could interpret betweene you and your loue :
if I could fee the Puppets dallying.
Ophe. You are keene my Lord, you are keene.
Ham. It would coft you a groaning, to take off my
edge.
Ophe. Still better and worfe.
Ham. So you miftake Husbands.
Begin Murderer. Pox, leaue thy damnable Faces, and
begin. Come, the croaking Rauen doth bellow for Re-
uenge.
Lucían. Thoughts blacke, hands apt,
Drugges fit, and Time agreeing :
Confederate ieafon, elfe, no Creature feeing :
Thou mixture ranke, of Midnight Weeds collefled,
With Hecats Ban, thrice blafted, thrice infefted.
Thy nacurall Maglcke,and dire propertie.
On wholfome life, vfurpe immediately.
Poreres the poyfon in hù eares.
Ham. He poyfons him i'th'Garden for's eftate : His
name's Gonzagc : the Story is extant and writ in choyce
Italian. You ftiall fee anon how the Murtherer gets the
loue of Gonzagó's wife.
Ophe. The King rifes.
Ham. What, frighted with falfe fire.
Qu. How fares my Lord?
Pol. Giue o're the Play.
King. Giue me fome Light. Away.
AU. Lights, Lights, Lights. Exeunt
Manet Hamlet & Horatio.
Ham. Why let the drucken Deere go weepe,
The Hart vngalled play :
For fome muft watch, while fome muft fleepe ;
So runnes the world away.
Would not this Sir, and a Forreft of Feathers, if the reft of
my Fortunes turne Türke with me; with two Prouinciall
Rofes on my rac'd Shooes, get me a Fellowfliip in a crie
of Players fir.
Hor. Hälfe a fliare.
Ham. A whole one I,
For thou doft know : Oh Damon deere.
This Realme difmantled was of loue himfelfe.
And now reignes heere.
A verie verie Paiocke.
Hora. You might haue Rira'd.
Ham. Oh good Horatio, He take the Ghofts word for
a thoufand pound. Did'ft perceiue ?
Hora. Verie well my Lord.
Ham. Vpon the talke of the poyfoning?
Hora. I did verie well note him.
Enter Roßncrance and Guildenfierne.
ffam.Oh,haÍ Come fome Mufick.Come y Recorders:
For if the King like not the Comedie,
Why then belike he likes it not perdie.
Come fome Muficke.
Guild. Good my Lord, vouchfjfe me a word with you.
Ham,
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Ham» Sir,a whole Hiftory.
guild. The King, fir.
Ham. I fir, what of him ?
Guild. Is in his retyrement, maruellous diftemper'd.
Ham. With drinke Sir f
guild. No my Lord,rather with chollar.
Ham. Your wifedome ihould ihew it felfe more ri¬
cher, to fignifie this to his Doftor; for for me to put him
to his Purgation, would perhaps plundge him into farre
more Choller.
Guild. Good my Lord put your difcourfe into fome
frame,and ftart not fo wildely from my affayre.
Ham. I am tame Sir, pronounce.
Guild. The Queene your Mother, in moft great affli-
Ûion of fpirit, hath fent me to you.
Ham. You are welcome.
Guild. Nay, good my Lord, this courtefie is not of
the right breed. If it lhall pleafe you to make mea whol-
fome anfwer, I will doe your Mothers commandement :
if not, your pardon, and my returne lhall bee the end of
my BufineiTe.
Ham. Sir, I cannot.
Gnild. What,my Lord?
Ham. Make you a wh'olfome anfwere : my wits dif-
eas^d. But fir, fuch anfwers as I can make, you ihal com¬
mand : or rather you fay, my Mother : therfore no more
but to the matter. My Mother you fay.
Rcßn. Then thus fiie fayes : your behauior hath ftroke
her into amazement, and admiration.
Ham. Oh wonderfull Sonne, that can fo afioniih a
Mother. But is there no fequeil at the heeles of this Mo¬
thers admiration ?
Roßn. She defires to fpeake with you in her ClolTet,
ere you go to bed.
Ham. We lhall obey, were Ihe ten times our Mother.
Haue you any further Trade with vs?
Roßn. My Lord,you once did loue me.
Ham. So I do ftill, by thefe pickers and ftealers.
Roßn» Good my Lord, what is your caufe of diftem-
per?You do freely barre the doore of your owne Liber-
tic, if you deny your greefes to your Friend.
Ham. Sir I lacke Aduancement.
Roßn. How can that be, when you haue the voyce of
the King himfelfe, for your Succeifion in Denmarke ?
Ham. I, but while the grafie growes, the Prouerbe is
fomcthing mufty.
Enter one tvith a Recorder.
O the Recorder. Let me fee, to withdraw with you,why
do you go about to recouer the winde of mee, as if you
would driue me into a toyle ?
Guild^ O my Lord, if my Dutie be too bold,my loue
is too vnmannerly.
Ham. I do not well vnderftand that. Will you play
vpon this Pipe ?
Guild. My Lord, I cannot»
Ham. I pray you.
Guild. Beleeue me, I cannot.
Ham. I do beieech you.
guild. I know no touch of it, my Lord.
Ham. *Tis as eafie as lying : gouerne thefe Ventiges
with your finger and thumbe, giue it breath with your
mouth, and it will difcourfe moft excellent Muficke.
Looke you, thefe are the ftoppes.
Guild. But thefe cannot I command to any vtterance
ofhermony, I haue not the skill.
Ham. Why looke you now, how vnworthy a thing
you make of me : you would play vpon mee j you would
feeme to know my ftops : you would pluck out the heart
of my Myfterie J you would found mee from my loweft
Note, to the top of my Compafle: and there is much Mu¬
ficke, excellent Voice, in this little Organe, yet cannot
you make it. Why do you thinke, that I am eafier to bee
plaid on, then a Pipe? Call me what Inftrument you will,
though you can fret me, you cannot play vpon me. God
blelfe you Sir.
Snter Polontué.
Volon. My Lordjthe Queene would fpeak with you,
and prefently.
Ham. Do you fee that Clowd? that's almoft in ftiape
like a Camell.
PoloHy By'th'Mifte, and it's like a Camell indeed.
Ham. Me thinkes it is like a Weazell.
Polon» It is back'd like a Weazell.
Ham, Or like a Whale ?
P'olon. Verie like a Whale.
Ham. Then will I come to my Mother, by and by :
They foole me to the top of my bent.
I will come by and by.
Polon. I will fay fo. Exit.
Ham. By and by, is eafily faid. Leaue me Friends:
'Tis now the verle witching time of night.
When Churchyards yawne,and Hell it felfe breaths out
Contagion to this world. Now could 1 drink hot blood,
And do fuch bitter bufinelTe as the day
Would quake to looke on. Soft now, to my Mother :
Oh Heart, loofe not thy Nature j let not euer
The Soule of Nero^ enter this firme bofome :
Let me be cruell, not vnnaturall,
I will fpeake Daggers to her, but vfe none :
My Tongue and Soule in this be Hypocrites.
How in my words fomeuer ihe be Ihent,
To giue them Seales, neuer my Soule confent. ^
Snter King, Roßnerancey and Guildenßerne.
King. I like him not, nor ftands it fafe with vs,
To let his madnefle range. Therefore prepare you,
I your Commiflion will forthwith difpatch,
And he to England (hall along with you :
The termes of our eftate, may not endure
Hazard fo dangerous as doth hourely grow
Out of his Lunacies.
Guild. We will our felues prouide :
Moft holie and Religious feare it is
To keepe thofe many many bodies fafe
That line and feede vpon your Maieftie.
Roßn. The fingle
And peculiar life is bound
With all the ftrength and Armour of the minde.
To keepe it felfe from noyance : but much more.
That Spirit, vpon whofe fpirit depends and refts
The liues of many, the ceafe of Maieftie
Dies not alone; but like a Gulfe doth draw
What's neere it, with it. It is a maflie wheele
Fixt on the Somnet of the higheft Mount,
To whofe huge Spoakes, ten thoufand lefler things
Are mortiz'd and adioyn'd ; which when it falles.
Each fmall annexment, pettie confequence
Attends the boyftrous Ruine. Neuer alone
Did the King fighe, but with a generali grone.
King, Arme you, I pray you to this fpeedie Voyage ;
For we will Fetters put vpon this feare,
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Which now goes too free-footed.
Both. We will hafle vs. Exeunt Cent,
Enter Poloniui.
Pol. My Lord, he's going to his Mothers Cloffet :
Behinde the Arras He conuey my felfe
To heare the Procefle. He warrant Ihee'l tax him home.
And as you faid, and wifely was it faid,
'Tis meere that fome more audience then a Mother,
Since Nature makes them partiall, Ihould o're-heare
The fpeech of vantage. Fare you well my Liege,
He call vpon you ere you go to bed,
And tell you what I know.
King. Thankes deere my Lord.
Oh my offence is ranke, it fmels to heauen,
It hath the primall eldeft curfe vpon't,
A Brothers murther. Pray can 1 not.
Though inclination be as fharpe as will:
My ftronger guilt,defeats my ftrong intent.
And like a man to double bufineffe bound,
I ffand in paufe where I lhall firft begin.
And both negle£f j what if this curled hand
Were thicker then it felfe with Brothers blood.
Is there not Raine enough in the fweet Heauens
To walh it white as Snow? Whereto femes mercy.
But to confront the vifage of Offence ?
And what's in Prayer, but this two-fold force,
To be fore-ftalled ere we come to fall,
Or pardon'd being downe ? Then He looke vp.
My fault is pall. But oh, what forme of Prayer
Can feme my turne? Forgiueme my foule Murther:
That cannot be, lince I am flill poflell
Of thofe effeils for which I did the Murther.
My Crowne, mine owne Ambition,and my Qu^eene :
May one be pardon'd,and retaine th'offence ?
In the cormpted currants of this world.
Offences gilded hand may fhoue by lullice.
And oft'tis feene, the wicked prize it felfe
Buyes out the Law; but 'tis not fo aboue.
There is no Ihuffling, there the Ailion lyes
In his true Nature, and we our felues compell'd
Fuen to the teeth and forehead of our faults.
To giue in euidence. What then f What refis?
Try what Repentance can. What can itnoti
Yet what can it,when one cannot repent?
Oh wretched flate ! Oh bofome, blacke as death !
Oh limed foule, that flrugling to be free.
Art more ingag'd : Helpe Angels, make affay:
Bowllubborne knees,and heart with firings of Steele,
Be foft as finewesof the new-borne Babe,
All may be well.
Enter Hamlet,
Ham. Now might I do it pat, now he is praying.
And now He doo't, and fo he goes to Heauen,
And fo am I reueng'd : that would be fcann'd,
A Villaine killes my Father, and for that
I his foule Sonne, do this fame Villaine fend
To heauen. Oh this is hyre and Sallery, not Reuenge.
He tooke my Father groffely, full of bread.
With all his Crimes broad blowne,as frefh as May,
And how his Audit Hands, who knowes,faue Heauen :
But in our circumllance and courfe of thought
'Tis heauie with him : and am I then reueng'd.
To take him in the purging of his Soule,
When he is fit and feafon'd for his palfage ? No.
Vp Sword,and know thou a more horrid hent
When he is drunke afleepe : or in his Rage,
Or in th'incelluous pleafure of his bed.
At gaming, fwearing,or about fome afle
That ha's no rellilh of Saluation in't.
Then trip him, that his heeles may kicke at Heauen,
And that his Soule may be as damn'd aud blacke
As Hell, whereto it goes. My Mother Hayes,
This Phyficke but prolongs thy fickly dayes. Exit,
King. My words flye vp,my thoughts remain below.
Words without thoughts, neuer to Heauen go. Exit.
Enter Slueene and Poloniui,
Pol. He will come flraight :
Looke you lay home to him.
Tell him his prankes haue been too broad to beare with.
And that your Grace hath fcree'nd,and floode betweene
Much heate,and him. He lilence me e'ene heere : \
Pray you be round with him.
Ham.vitbin. Mother, mother, mother.
Qu. He warrant you, feare me not.
Withdraw, I heare him comming.
Enter Hamlet,
Ham, Now Mother,what's the matter?
Qu. Hamlet, thou haH thy Father much offended.
Ham. Mother, you haue my Father much offended.
Slu. Come, come, you anfwer with an idle tongue.
Ham. Go, go, you queHion with an idle tongue.
Siu. Why how now Hamlet ?
Ham. Whats the matter now?
eiu. Haue you forgot me?
Ham. No by the Rood,not fo :
You are the Q^eene, your Husbands Brothers wife,
But would you were not fo. You are my Mother.
Qu. Nay, then Ho fet thofe to you that can fpeake.
Ham, Come, come, and fit you downe, you fhall not
boudge:
Y ou go not till I fet you vp a glaffe.
Where you may fee the inmoH part of you ?
Qu. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murther me ?
Helpe,helpe, hoa.
Pol. What hoa, helpe, helpe, helpe.
Ham. How now, a Rat? dead for a Ducate,dead.
Pol, Oh I am flaine. Killes Poloniui,
Qu. Oh me, what haH thou done /
Ham. Nay I know not, is it the King?
Qu. Oh what a ralh,and bloody deed is this ?
Ham. A bloody de6d,almoH as bad good Mother,
As kill a King, and marrie with his Brother.
Qu. As kill a King ?
Ham. I Lady, 'twas my word.
Thou wretched, rafh, intruding foole farewell,
I tooke thee for thy Betters, take thy Fortune,
Thou find'H to be too bufie, is fome danger.
Leaue wringing of your hands, peace, fit you downe.
And let me wring your heart, for fo I lhall
If it be made of penetrable Hüffe;
If damned Cuflome haue not braz'd it fo.
That it is proofe and bulwarke againH Senfe.
Qu.Whit haue I done, that thou dar'H wag thy tong.
In noife fo rude againH me?
Ham. Such an A£l
That blurres the grace and blufh of Modellie,
Cals Vertue Hypocrite, takes off the Rofe
From the faire forehead of an innocent loue.
And makes a blifler there. Makes marriage vowes
As falfe as Dicers Oathes. Oh fuch a deed.
As
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As from the body of Contrafiion pluckes
The very foule, and fweete Religion makes
A rapfidie of words. Heauens face doth glow,
Yea this folidity and compound malTe,
With triftfull vifage as againft the doome.
Is thought-licke at the afl.
Qu. Aye me ; what ail, that roares fo lowd, & thun¬
ders in the Index.
Ham. Looke heere vpon this Piilure, and on this.
The counterfet prefentment of two Brothers :
See what a grace was feated on his Brow,
Hyperions curies, the front of loue himfelfe.
An eye like Mars, to threaten or command
A Station, like the Herald Mercurie
New lighted on a heauen-kiffing hill :
A Combination, and a forme indeed.
Where euery God did feeme to fet his Scale,
To giue the world aflurance of a man.
This was your Husband. Looke you now what followes.
Heere is your Husband, like a Mildew'd eare
Blafting his wholfom breath. Haue you eyes.'
Could you on this faire Mountaine leaue to feed.
And batten on this Moore f Ha .' Haue you eyes?
You cannot call it Loue : For at your age.
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble,
And waites vpon the lodgement : and what lodgement
Would Hep from this, to this ? What diuell was't.
That thus hath coufend you at hoodman-blinde ?
0 Shame I where is thy Blulh ? Rebellious Hell,
If thou canil mutine in a Matrons bones.
To flaming youth, let Vertue be as waxe.
And melt in her owne fire. Proclaime no lhame.
When the compulfiui Ardure giues the charge.
Since Froft it felfe, as aéliuely doth burne.
As Reafon panders Will.
£^. O Hamlet, fpeake no more.
Thou turn'ft mine eyes into my very foule.
And there I fee fuch blacke and grained fpots.
As will not leaue their Tindl.
Ham. Nay, but to liue
In the ranke fweat of an enfeamed bed,
Srew'd in Corruption ; honying and making loue
Ouer the nafty Stye.
Sh. Oh fpeake to me, no more,
Thefe words like Daggers enter in mine eares.
No more fweet Hamlet.
Ham. A Murderer, and a Villaine :
A Slaue, that is not twentieth patt the tythe
Of your precedent Lord. A vice of Kings,
A Cutpurfe of the Empire and the Rule.
That from a lhelfe,the precious Diadem Hole,
And put it in his Pocket.
Slu. No more.
Snter Gboß.
Ham. A King of flireds and patches.
Saue me ; and houer o're me with your wings
Vou heauenly Guards. What would you gracious figure?
S^u. Alas he's mad.
Ham. Do you not come your tardy Sonne to chide,
That laps't in Time and Paflion, lets go by
Th'important ailing of your dread command ? Oh fay.
Çbofi. Do not forget: this Vifitation
Is but to whet thy almoll blunted purpofe.
But looke, Amazement on thy Mother fits ;
O Hep betweene her, and her fighting Soule,
Conceit in weakell bodies, ftrongeft workes.
Speake to her Hamlet.
Ham. How is it with you Lady ?
Qu, Alas, how is't with you ?
That you bend your eye on vacancie.
And with their corporall ayre do hold difcourfe.
Forth at your eyes, your fpirits wildely peepe,
And as the fleeping Soldiours in th'Alarme,
Your bedded haire, like life in excrements.
Start vp, and Hand an end. Oh gentle Sonne,
Vpon the heate and flame of thy dillemper
Sprinkle coole patience. Whereon do you looke ?
Ham. Gn him, on him : look you how pale he glares,
His forme and caufe conioyn'd, preaching to ftones.
Would make them capeable. Do not looke vpon me.
Lead with this pitteous ailion you conuert',
My Herne effeib : then what I haue to do.
Will want true colour ; teares perchance for blood.
Qu. To who do you fpeake this?
Ham. Do you fee nothing there?
Qu. Nothing at all, yet all that is I fee.
Ham. Nor did you nothing heace ?
Qu, No, nothing but our felues.
Ham. Why look you there: looke how it Heals away:
My Father in his habite, as he liued,
Looke where he goes euen now out at the Portall. Hxit,
Qu. This is the very coynage of your Braine,
This bodileflTe Creation extafie is very cunning in.
Ham. Extafie?
My Pulfe as yours doth temperately keepe time.
And makes as healthfull Muficke. It is not madnelTe
That 1 haue vttered ; bring me to the TeH
And I the matter will re-word : which madnelTe
Would gamboll from. Mother, for loue of Grace,
Lay not a flattering Vndlion to your foule.
That not your trefpalTe, but my madnelTe fpeakes:
It will but skin and filme the Vlcerous place,
Whil'H ranke Corruption mining all within,
Infeils vnfeene. ConfelTe your felfe to Heauen,
Repent what's paH, auoyd what is to come.
And do not fpred the CompoH or the Weedes,
To make them ranke. Forgiue me this my Vertue,
For in the fatnelTe of this purfie times.
Vertue it felfe, of Vice muH pardon begge.
Yea courb,and woe, for leaue to do him good.
Qu. Oh Hamlet,
Thou haH cleft my heart in twaine.
Ham. O throw away the worfer part of it.
And liue the purer with the other hälfe.
Good night, but go not to mine Vnkles bed,
AlTume a Vertue, if you haue it not, refraine to night.
And that lhall lend a kinde of eafinelTe
To the next abHinence. Once more goodnight.
And when you are defirous to be bleH,|
He blefling begge of you. For this fame Lord,
I do repent : but heauen hath pleas'd it fo.
To punilh me with this, and this with me.
That I muH be their Scourge and Minifler.
I will beflow him, and will anfwer well
The death I gaue him : fo againe, good night.
I muH be cruell, onely to be kinde ;
Thus bad begins, and worfe remaines behinde.
Qu. What lhall I do ?
Ham. Not this by no meanes that I bid you do :
Let the blunt King tempt you againe to bed.
Pinch Wanton on your cheeke, call you his Moufe,
And let him for a paire of reechie kilTes,
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Or padling in your necke with his damn'd Fingers,
Make you to rauell all this matter out,
That I eflentially am not in madnelTe,
But made in craft. 'Twere good you let him know.
For who that's but a Queene, faire, fober, wife.
Would from a Paddocke, from a Bat, a Gibbe,
Such deere concernings hide, Who would do fo.
No in defpight of Senfe and Secrecie,
Vnpegge the Basket on the houfes top :
Let the Birds Bye, and like the famous Ape
To try Conclufions in the Basket, creepe
And breake your owne necke downe.
Siu. Be thou alTur'd, if words be made of breath.
And breath of life : I haue no life to breath
What thou haft faide to me.
Ham. I muft to England, you know that ?
Qa. Alacke I had forgot : 'Tis fo concluded on.
Ham. This man fliall fet me packing :
He lugge the Guts into the Neighbor roome.
Mother goodnight. Indeede this Counfellor
Is now moft ftill, moft fecret, and moft graue.
Who was in life, a foolilh prating Knaue.
Come fir, to draw toward an end with you.
Good night Mother.
Exit Hamlet lugging in Poloniui.
Enter King.
King. There's matters in thefe fighes.
Thefe profound heaues
You muft tranflate ; Tis fit we vnderftand them.
Where is your Sonne 1
¿Ig. Ah my good Lord, what haue 1 feene to night ?
King. Vfheit Gertrude} How do's Hamlet}
Su. Mad as the Seas, and winde, when both contend
Which is the Mightier, in his lawlefie fit
Behinde the Arras, hearing fomething ftirre.
He whips his Rapier out, and cries a Rat, a Rat,
And in his brainifii apprehenfion killes
The vnfeene good old man.
King. Oh heauy deed :
It had bin fo with vs had we beene there :
His Liberty is full of threats to all.
To you your felfe, to vs, to euery one.
Alas, how fti.ill this bloody deede be anfweted ?
It will be laide to vs, whofe prouidence
Should haue kept ftiort, reftrain'd, and out of haunt.
This mad yong man. But fo much was our loue.
We would not vnderftand what was moft fit.
But like the Owner of a foule difeafe.
To keepe it from divulging, let's it feede
Euen on the pith of life. Where is he gone ?
Qu. To draw apart the body he hath kild,
O're whom his very madnelTe like fome Oare
Among a Minerall of Mettels bafe
Shewes it felfe pure. He weepes for what is done.
King, Oh Gertrude, come away :
The Sun no fooner Ihall the Mountaines touch.
But we will Ihip him hence, and this vilde deed.
We muft with all our Maiefty and Skill
Both countenance,and excufe. Enter Rof. & Guild.
Ho Guildenßern :
Friends both go ioyne you with fome further ayde :
Hamlet in madnefie hath Polonim llaine.
And from his Mother ClolTets hath he drag'd him.
Go feeke him out, fpeake faire, and bring the body
Into the Chappell. I pray you haft in this. Exit Qent.
Come Gertrude, wee'l call vp our wifeft friends.
To let them know both what we meane to do.
And what's vntimely done. Oh come away.
My foule is full of difcord and difmay. Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet.
Ham. Safely ftowed.
Gentlemen mitbin. Hamlet, Lord Hamlet.
Ham. What noife.' Who cals on Hamlet.?
Oh heere they come. Enter RoJ.and Cuildenßerne.
Ro. What haue you done my Lord with the dead body?
Ham. Compounded it with duft, whereto 'tis Kinne.
Roßn. Tell vs where 'tis, that we may take it thence.
And beare it to the Chappell.
Ham. Do not beleeue it.
Roßn. Beleeue what ?
Ham. That I can keepe your counfell, and not mine
owne. Befides, to be demanded of a Spundge, what re¬
plication fliould be made by the Sonne of a King.
Roßn. Take you me for a Spundge, my Lord ?
Ham. I fir, that fokes vp the Kings Countenance, his
Rewards, his Authorities (but fuch Officers do the King
beft feruice in the end. He keepes them like an Ape in
the corner of his iaw, firft mouth'd to be laft fwallowed,
when he needes what you haue glean'dl, it is but fquee-
zing you, and Spundge you ihall be dry againe.
Roßn. I vnderftand you not my Lord.
Ham. I am glad of it : a knauiih fpeech fieepes in a
foolilh eare.
Roßn. My Lord, you muft tell vs where the body is,
and go with vs to the King.
Ham. The body is with the King, but the King is not
with the body. The King, is a thing
Quild. A thing my Lord ?
Ham. Of nothing : bring me to him, hide Fox, and all
after. Exeunt
Enter King.
King. I haue fent to feeke him, and to find the bodie ;
How dangerous is it that this man goes loofe :
Yet muft not we put the ftrong Law on him :
Hee's loued of the diftraâed multitude,
Who like not in their iudgement, but their eyes :
And where 'tis fo, th'Oflênders fcourge is weigh'd
But neerer the offence : to beare all fmooth,and euen.
This fodaine fending him away, muft feeme
Deliberate paufe, difeafes defperate growne.
By defperate appliance are releeued.
Or not at all. Enter Roßncrane.
How now? What hath befalne ?
Roßn. Where the dead body is beftow'd my Lord, ^
We cannot get from him.
King. But where is he ?
Roßn. Without my Lord, guarded to know your »
pleafure.
King. Bring him before vs.
Roßn, Hoa, Guildenßerne? Bring in my Lord.
Enter Hamlet and Guildenßerne,
King, Now Hamlet, where's Poloniui ?
Ham. At Supper.
King. At Supper? Where ?
Ham.Hot where he eats, but where he is eaten, a cer¬
taine conuocation of wormes are e'ne at him. Your worm
is your onely Emperor for diet. We fat all creatures elfe
to fat vs,and we fat our felfe for Magots. Your fat King,
and your leane Begger is but variable feruice to diflies,
but to one Table that's the end.
King. What doft thou meane by this?
Ham.
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Ham. Nothing but to (hew you how a King may go
a Progrefle through the guts of a Begger.
King, Where is Peloniia.
Ham. In heauen, fend thither to fee. If your Meflen-
ger finde him not there, feeke him i'th other place your
lèlfé : but indeed, if you finde him not this moneth, you
fliall nofe him as you go vp the ftaires into the Lobby.
King. Go feeke him there.
Ham. He will ftay till ye come.
K. Hamlet, this deed of thine, for thine efpecial fafety
Which we do tender, as we deerely greeue
For that which thou haft done, muft fend thee hence
With fierie Quicknefle. Therefore prepare thy felfe,
The Barke is readie, and the winde at helpe,
Th'Afibciates tend, and euery thing at bent
For England.
Ham. For England
King. I Hamlet.
Ham. Good.
King. So is it, if thou knew'ft our purpofes.
Ham. I fee a Cherube that fee's him : but come, for
England. Farewell deere Mother.
King. Thy louing Father Hamlet.
Hamlet. My Mother : Father and Mother is man and
wife : man & wife is one flelh, and fo my mother.Come,
for England. Exit
' King. Follow him at foote,
Tempt him with fpeed aboord :
Delay it not. He haue him hence to night.
Away, for euery thing is Seal'd and done
That elfe leanes on th'Affaire, pray you make haft.
And England, if my loue thou holdft at ought.
As my great power thereof may giue thee fenfe.
Since yet thy Cicatrice lookes raw and red
After the Danifli Sword, and thy free awe
Payes homage to vs ; thou maift not coldly fet
Our Soueraigne Proceffe, which imports at full
By Letters coniuring to that effeft
The prefent death of Hamlet. Do it England,
For like the Heflicke in my blood he rages.
And thou muft cure me : Till I know 'tis done,
How ere my happes, my ioyes were ne're begun. Exit
Enter For tint raí mtb an Armie.
For. Go Captaine, from me greet the Danllh King,
Tell him that by his licenfe, Fortinirai
Claimes the conueyapce of a promis'd March
Cuer his Kingdome. You know the Rendeuous :
If that his Maiefty would ought with vs,
We fliall expreffe our dutie in bis eye,
And let him know fo.
Cap. I will doo't, my Lord.
For. Go fafely on. Exit.
Enter Queene and Horatio.
¡lu. I will not fpeake with her.
Hor. She is importunate, indeed diftrafl, her moode
will needs be pittied.
What would flie haue
Hor. She fpeakes much of her Father; faies flie heares
There's trickes i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart.
Spumes enuioufly at Strawes, fpeakes things in doubt.
That carry but hälfe fenfe : Her fpeech is nothing.
Yet the vnfliaped vfe of it doth moue
The hearers to Colleftion ; they ayme at it.
And botch the words vp fit to their owne thoughts,!
Which as her winkes,and nods,and geftures yeeld them,
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Indeed would make one thinke there would be thought,
Though nothing fure, yet much vnhappily.
ßa. 'Twere good /he were fpoken with.
For fte may ftrew dangerous conieÓtures
In ill breeding minds. Let her come in.
To my ficke roule(as finnes true Nature is)
Each toy feemes Prologue, to feme great amilTe,
So full of Artlefle iealoufie is guilt,
It fpilPs it felfe, in fearing to be fpilt.
Enter Ophelia dißraHed,
Opbcy Where is the beauteous Maiefty of Denmark.
Slu. How now Ophelia?
Ophe. Hot» fi>onld I your true loue from another one}
By hü Coclße bat and fiaße^and hü Sandalfi>oone^
Alas fweet Lady: what imports this Song ?
Opbe. Say you? Nay pray you marke.
He Ü dead and gone Lady., he ü dead and gone^
At hü head a graße-greene Turfey at hü heeles aßone.
Enter King»
Qu Nay but Ophelia»
Opbe. Pray you marke.
fVbite hü Shrorvd oó the cf^fountaine Snotv,
Qu. AlaSylooke heere my Lord.
Opbe. Larded ruith fweet ßowers :
ÍKhich bewept to the graue did not go y
With true-hue Jhcwres.
King, How do ye, pretty Lady ?
Opbe. Well, God dilM you. They fay the Owle was
a Bakers daughter. Lord, wee know what we are, but
know not what we may be. God be at your Table.
King. Conceit vpon her Father.
Ophe. Pray you let*s haue no words of this: but when
they aske you what it meanes,fay you this :
Tö morrow ü S. Valentinei day.,all in the morning hetimey
And la çfMaid at your Window ^to be your Valentine.
Then vp he rofe. Ó* dorCd hü clothes,, & dupt the chamber dorey
Let in the Maidy that out a ^fMlaidy neuer departed more.
King. Pretty Ophelia.
Ophe.ltiáttá la ? without an oath lie make an end ont.
^y gü y and by S, Qharityy
Alac^fyandfie forJhame :
Tong men wil doo't ^ if they cometoo'ty
By Cockf they are too blame.
^oth fhe before you tumbled me y
Tou promised me to Wed ;
So would I ha done by yonder Sunne,
And thou hadß not come to my bed.
King. How long hath ftie bin this?
Opbe. I hope all will be well. We muft bee patient,
but I cannot choofe but weepe, to thinke they ihould
lay him i*th*cold ground : My brother ihall knowe of it,
and fo I thanke you for your good counfell. Come, my
Coach : Goodnight Ladies : Goodnight fweet Ladies :
Goodnight, goodnight. Sxit,
King. Follow her clofe,
Giue her good watch I pray you :
Oh this is the poyfon of deepe greefe, it fprings
All from her Fathers death. Oh Qertrudey Gertrudey
When forrowes comes, they come not ftngle fpies,
But in Battaliaes. Firft,h6r Father llaine.
Next your Sonne gone, and he moft violent Author
Of his owne iuft remoue : the people muddied,
Thicke and vnwholfome in their thoughts,and whifpers
For good Boloniui death ^ and we haue done but greenly
In hugger mugger to interre him. Poore Ophelia
Diuided from her felfe, and her faire lodgement,
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without the which we are Pi£tures,or meere Beafts.
Laft, and as much containing as all thefe,
Her Brother is in fecret come from France,
Keepes on his wonder, keepes himfelfe in clouds,
And wants not Buzzers to infeél his eare
With peftilent Speeches of his Fathers death,
Where in neceffitie of matter Beggard,
Will nothing fticke our perfons to Arraigne
In eare and eare. O my deere Gertrude, this,
Like to a murdering Peece in many places,
Giues me fuperfluous death. A Noije within.
Enter a MeJJenger.
Siu. Alacke, what noyfe is this ?
King. Where are my Switzers?
Let them guard the doore. What is the matter ?
Aie/. Saue your felfe, my Lord.
The Ocean (ouer-peering of his Lift)
Bates not the Flats with more impittious hafte
Then young Laertes, in a Riotous head,
Ore-beares your Officers, the rabble call him Lord,
And as the world were now but to begin.
Antiquity forgot, Cuftome not knowne.
The Ratifiers and props of euery word.
They cry choofe we ! Laertes lhall be King,
Caps, hands, and tongues, applaud it to the clouds,
Laertes lhall be King, Laertes King.
Slg. How cheerefully on the falfe Traile they cry,
Oh this is Counter you falfe Danilh Dogges.
Noife within. Enter Laertes.
King, The doores are broke.
Laer. Where is the King, firs ? Stand you all without.
AU. No, let's come in.
Laer. I pray you giue me leaue.
sAl. We will, we will.
Laer. I tlianke you : Keepe the doore.
Oh thou vilde King, giue me my Father.
Qu. Calmely good Laertes.
Laer. That drop of blood, that calmes
Proclaimes me Baftard :
Cries Cuckold to my Father, brands the Harlot
Buen beere betweene the chafte vnfmirched brow
Of my true Mother.
King. What is the caufe Laertes,
That thy Rebellion lookes fo Gyant-like?
Let him go Gertrude : Do not feare our perfon ;
There's fuch Diuinity doth hedge a King,
That Treafon can but peepe to what it would.
Aits little of his will. Tell me Larri«,
Why thou art thus Incenft ? Let him go Gertrude.
Speake man.
Laer. Where's my Father ?
King. Dead.
¿iu. But not by him.
King. Let him demand his fill.
Laer. How came he deadHe not be luggel'd with.
To hell Allégeance : Vowes, to the blackeft diuell.
Confcience and Grace, to the profoundeft Pit.
I dare Damnation : to this point I ftand.
That both the worlds I giue to negligence.
Let come what comes : onely He be reueng'd
Moft throughly for my Father.
King. Who (hall ftay you ?
Laer. My Will, not all the world.
And for my meanes. He husband them fo well,
They lhall go farre with little.
King. Good Laertes :
If you defire to know the certaintie
Of your deere Fathers death, if writ in your reuenge.
That Soop-ftake you will draw both Friend and Foe,
Winner and Loofer.
Laer. None but his Enemies.
King. Will you know them then.
La. To his good Friends, thus wide He ope my Armes :
And like the kinde Life-rend'ring Politician,
Repaft them with my blood.
King. Why now you fpeake
Like a good Childe, and a true Gentleman.
That I am guiltlefle of your Fathers death,!
And am moft fenfible in greefe for it.
It lhall as leuell to your lodgement pierce
As day do's to your eye.
A noife within. Let her come in.
Enter Ophelia.
Laer. How now.' what noife is that.'
Oh heate drie vp my Braines, teares feuen times fait,
Burne out the Sence and Vertue of mine eye.
By Heauen,thy madnelTe lhall be payed by waight.
Till our Scale turnes the beame. Oh Rofe of May,
Deere Maid, kinde Sifter, fweet Ophelia :
Oh Heauens, is't poffible, a yong Maids wits.
Should be as mortall as an old mans life.' ^
Nature is fine in Loue, and where 'tis fine.
It fends fome precious inftance of it felfe
After the thing it loues.
Ophe. They bore him bare fac'd on the Beer,
Hey non nony, nony, hey nony ;
And on his graue raines many a teare,
Eare you well my Doue.
Laer. Had'ft thou thy wits, and did'ft perfwade Re¬
uenge, it could not moue thus.
Ophe. You muft fing downe a-downe, and you call
him a-downe-a. Oh, how the wheele becomes it ? It is
the falfe Steward that ftole his mailers daughter.
Laer. This nothings more then matter.
Ophe. There's Rofemary, that's for Remenibraunce.
Pray loue remember : and there is Paconcies , that's for
Thoughts.
Laer. A document in madnelTe, thoughts & remem¬
brance fitted.
0/>Af.There's Fennell for you, and Columbines: ther's
Rew for you, and heere's fome for me. Wee may call it
Herbe-Grace a Sundaies : Oh you muft weare your Rew
with a difference. There's a Dayfie, 1 would giue you
fome Violets, but they wither'd all when myi Father dy¬
ed : They fay, he made a good end ;
Eor bonny fweet Robin is all my ioy.
Laer. Thought, and Afflliilion, Paffion, Hell It felfe :
She turnes to Fauour, and to prettinelTe.
Ophe. And will he not come againe,
tAnd will he not come againe i
No,no,he is dead,go to thy Death-bed,
He neuer wil come againe.
His 'Beard as white as Snow,
All Flaxen was his Pole ;
He is gone,he is gone,and we caß away mone,
Gramercy on his Soule.
And of all Chriftian Soules, I pray God.
God buy ye. Sxeunt Ophelia
Laer. Do you fee this, you Gods ?
King. Laertes,! muft common with your greefe.
Or you deny me right: go but apart,
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Make choice of whom your wifeft Friends you will,
^nd they /hall heareand iudge'twixt you and me;
If by direft or by Colaterall hand
They finde vs touched, we will our Kingdome giue,
Our Crowne, our Life,and all that we call Ours
To you in fatisfaélion. But if not,
Be you content to lend your patience to vs,
And we /hall ioyntly labour with your foule
To giue it due content.
Laer. Let this be fo :
His meanesof death, his obfcure buriall;
No Trophee,Sword, nor Hatchment o*re his bones.
No Noble rite, nor formall ofientation,
Cry to-be heard,as *twye from Heauen to Earth,
That I muft call in quefiion.
King, So you /hall :
And where th'ofience is, let the great Axe fall.
I pray you go with me. Exeunt
Enter Horatio y rvitb an Attendant.
Hora. What are they that would fpeake with me ?
Ser. Saylors fir, they fay they haue Letters for you.
Hor, Let them come in,
I do not know from what part of the world
I /hould be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet.
Enter Saylor,
Say. God ble/Te you Sir.
Hor. Let him ble/Te thee too.
Say. Hee /hall Sir, and*t pleafe him. There's a Letter
for you Sir : It comes from th'Ambafiadours that was
bound for England, if your name be Horatioy as I am let
to know it is.
, , Reads the Letter.
'X TOratio, PKhen thouß?alt haue ouerlooh^d thisygiue theje
J. J. Fellorpes Jome meanes to the King : They haue Letters
for him. Ere tee xetre trvo dayes old at Sea^ a Pyrate of very
fVarlicke appointment gaue vs Chace. Finding our Jelues too
ßovf of Sailey we put on a compelled Valour. In the Qrapple, I
boorded them : On the infant they got cleare of our Shippeyjo
I alone became their Prißner, They haue dealt with mee y like
Theenes of Cl^ercy, but they knew what they did. I am to doe
a good turne for them^. Let the King haue the Letters I haue
jenty and repaire thou to me with as much haß as thou wouldeß
fiye death. I haué words to Jpeake in your earCy will make thee
dnmbcy yet are they much too light for the bore of the Matter.
Tbefe good Fellowes will bring thee where I am. Rofincrance
and Guilden/lerne, hold their courje for England. Of them
I haue much to tell thee y Farewell.
He that thou kpoweß thiney
Hamlet.
Come, I will giue you way for thefe your Letters,
And do't the fpeedier, that you may direél me
To him from whom you brought them. Exit.
Enter King and Laertes.
King.lio^ muft your confcience my acquittance feal,
And you mufi put me in your heart for Friend,
Sith you haue heard, and with a knowing eare.
That he which hath your Noble Father flaine,
Purfued my life.
Eaer. It well appeares. But tell me,
Why you proceeded not againft thefe feates.
So crimefull, and fo Capital! in Nature,
As by your Safety, Wifedome,all things elfe.
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You mainly were ftirr'd vp?
King. O for two fpeciall Reafons,
Which may to you (perhaps) feeme much vnfinnowed,
And yet to me they are ftrong. The Queen his Mother,
Liues almoft by his lookes : and for my felfe,
My Vertue or my Plague, be it either which.
She's fo coniunfliue to my life and foule;
That as the Starre moues not but in his Sphere,
I could not but by her. The other Motiue,
Why to a publike count I might not go,|
Is the great loue the generali gender beare him,
Who dipping all his Faults in their affeflion.
Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone,
Conuert his Gyues to Graces. So that my Arrowes
Too (lightly timbred for fo loud a Winde,
Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe.
And not where I had arm'd them.
Laer. And fo haue I a Noble Father loft,
A Sifter driuen into defperate tearmes.
Who was(if praifes may go backe againe)
Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age
For her perfeitions. But my reuenge will come.
King. Breake not your lleepes for that.
You muft not thinke
That we are made of ftuffe, fo flat, and dull.
That we can let our Beard be fliooke with danger.
And thinke it paftime. You Ihortly (hall heare more,
I lou'd your Father, and we loue our Seife,
And that I hope will teach you to imagine
Enter a e^ejfenger.
How now? What Newes?
Mef. Letters my Lord from Hamlet, This to your
Maiefty : this to the Queene.
King. From Hamlet f Who brought them ?
tCMef. Saylors my Lord they fay, I faw them not :
They were giuen me by Claudio, he receiu'd them.
King. Laertes you fliall heare them :
Leaue vs. Exit Meßenger
High and Mighty, you pall \ntm I am Jet na\ed on your
Kingdome. To morrow pall I hegge leaue to fee your Kingly
Eyes, fVhen Ipall {ßrSi asking your Pardon thereunto ) re¬
count th'Occafions of my fodai«e,and more firange returne,
Hamlet.
What Ihould this meane? Are all the reft come backe ?
Or is it fome abufe? Or no fuch thing ?
Laer. Know you the hand ?
Kin, 'Tis iHamlets CharaCler, naked and in a Poft-
fcript here he fayes alone ; Can you aduife me ?
Laer. I'm loft in it my Lord; but let him come.
It warmes the very flckneflfe in my heart.
That I fliall Hue and tell him to his teeth;
Thus diddeft thou.
Kin. If it be fo Laer/«, as how Ifaould it be fo :
How otherwife will you be rul'd by me ?
Laer, If fo you'l not o'rerule me to a peace.
Kin. To thine owne peace ! if he be now return'd,
As checking at his Voyage, and that he meanes
No more to vndertake it; I will worke him
To an exployt nowiripe in my Deuice,
Vnder the which he fliall not choofe but fall;
And for his death no winde of blame fliall breath.
But euen his Mother fliall vncharge the praéiice.
And call it accident; Some two Monthes hence
Here was a Gentleman of Normandy,
Tue feene my felfe,and feru'd againft theiFrench,
And they ran well on Horfebacke; but this Gallant
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Had witchcraft In't; he grew into his Seat,
And to fuch wondrous doing brought his Horfe,
As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd
With the braue Bea<b,lb farre he paft my thought,
That I in forgery of ihapes and trickes,
Come fliort of what he did.
Laer. A Norman was't?
Kin. A Norman.
Laer. Vpon my life Lamound.
Kin, The very fame.
Laer. I know him well, he is the Brooch indeed,
And lemme of all our Nation.
Kin. Hee mad confeiTion of you,
And gaue you fuch a Mafterly report.
For Art and exercife in your defence ;
And for your Rapier moll efpecially,
That he cryed out,t'would be a fight indeed.
If one could match you Sir. This report of his
Did Hamlet fo envenom with his Enuy,
That he could nothing doe but wilh and begge.
Your fodaine commingore to play with him;
Now out of this.
Laer. Why out of this, my Lord ?
Kin.Laertes was your Father deare to you?
Or are you like the painting of a forrow,
A face without a heart ?
Laer. Why aske you this ?
Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father,
But that I know Loue is begun by Time s
And that I fee in palfages of proofe.
Time qualifies the fparke and fire of it :
Hamlet comes backe : what would you vndertake.
To fliow your felfe your Fathers fonne indeed.
More then in words ?
Laer. To cut his throat i'th' Church.
Kin. No place indeed Ihould murder Sanfturize;
Reuenge Ihould haue no bounds : but good Laertes
Will you doe this, keepe clofe within your Chamber,
i/uWíí return'd, lhall know you are come home :
Wee'l put on thofe lhall praife your excellence,
And fet a double varnilh on the fame
The Frenchman gaue you, bring you in fine together.
And wager on your heads,he being remilfe,
Moll generous, and free from all contriuing.
Will not perufe the Foiles ? So that with eafe.
Or with a little IhulFling, you may choofe
A Sword vnbaited, and in a palTe of pra£lice,
Requit him for your Father.
Laer. I will doo't.
And for that purpofe He annoint my Sword :
I bought an VnÄion of a Mountebanke
So mortall, I but dipt a knife in it.
Where it drawes blood, no Cataplafme fo rare,
Collefled from all Simples that haue Vertue
Vnder the Moone, can faue the thing from death.
That is but fcratcht withall : He touch my point.
With this contagion, that if I gall him llightly,
I t may be death.
Kin Let's further thinke of this.
Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes
May fit vs to our lhape, if this Ihould falle;
And that our drift looke through our bad performance,
'Twere better not aflaid; therefore this Proieil
Should haue a backe or fécond, that might hold.
If this Ihould blall in proofe : Soft, let me fee
Wee'l make a folemne wager on your commings.
I ha't: when in your motion you are hot and dry.
As make your bowts more violent to the end ,
And that he cals for drinke; He haue prepar'd him
A Challice for the nonce; whereon but lipping, .
If he by chance efcape your venom'd lluck.
Our purpofe may hold there ; how fweet Queene.
Enter ¿¡ueene.
Queen. One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele.
So fall they'l follow: your Siller's drown'd Laertes.
Laer. Drown'd I O where ?
Queen. There is a Willow growes allant a Brooke,
That Ihewes his hore leaues in the glafiie llreame :
There with fantallicke Garlands did Ihe come.
Of Crow-flowers, Nettles, Dayfies, and long Purples,
That liberall Shepheards glue a grolTer name;
But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them :
There on the pendant boughes, her Coronet weeds
Clambring to hang; an enuious fliuer broke.
When downe the weedy Trophies, and her felfe.
Fell in the weeping Brooke, her cloathes fpred wide.
And Mermaid-like, a while they bore her vp.
Which time Ihe chaunted fnatches of old tunes.
As one incapable of her owne dillrefle.
Or like a creature Natiue, and indued
Vnto that Element : but long it could not be.
Till that her garments, heauy with her drinke,
Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy.
To muddy death.
Laer. Alas then, is Ihe drown'd?
Qjseen, Drown'd, drown'd.
Laer. Too much of water hall thou poore Ophelia,
And therefore I forbid my teares : but yet
It is our tricke. Nature her cullome holds.
Let fliame fay what it will; when thefe are gone
The woman will be out: Adue my Lord,
I haue a fpeech of fire,that faine would blaze.
But that this folly doubts it. Exit.
Kin, Let's follow, Gertrude;
How much I had to doe to calme his rage f
Now feare I this will giue it Hart againe ;
Therefore let's follow. Exeunt,
Enter tvo Clownes.
Clevn. Is Ihe to bee buried in Chrillian buriall, that
wilfully feekes her owne faluation ?
Other. I tell thee Ihe is, and therefore make her Graue
ftraight, the Crowner hath lite on her, and finds it Chri¬
llian buriall.
C/e. How can that be, vnlelTe Ihe drowned her felfe in
her owne defence?
Other, Why 'tis found fo.
C/o. It mull 6e & offendende, it cannot bee elfe : for
heere lies the point; If I drowne my felfe wittingly, it ar¬
gues an A£l : and an A¿1 hath three branches. It is an
Afl to doe and to performe; argall Ihe drown'd her felfe
wittingly.
Other. Nay but heare you Goodman Deluer.
Cloren. Giue me leaue ; heere lies the water; good :
heere Hands the man; good : If the man goe to this wa¬
ter and drowne himfele ; it is will he nill he, he goes;
marke you that? But if die water come to him & drowne
him; hee drownes not himfelfe. Argali, hee that is not
guilty of his owne death, Ihortens not his owne life.
Other. But Is this law ?
Clo. I marry is't, Crowners Quell Law.
Other.
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Other, Will you ha the truth on't ; if this had not
beene a Oentlewoman, Ihee ihould haue beene buried
out of Chriftian Buriall.
Ch. Why there thou fay'ft. And the more pitty that
great follce Ihould haue countenance in this world to
drowne or hang themfelues, more then their euen Chrifti-
an. Come, my Spade; there is no ancient Gentlemen,
but Gardiners, Ditchers and Graue-makers; they hold vp
Adams Profelfion.
Other, Was he a Gentleman ?
Ch. He was the hrft that euer bore Armes.
Other. Why he had none.
Ch. What, ar't a Heathen f how doft thou vnder-
ftand the Scripture ? the Scripture fayes Adam dig'd ;
could hee digge without Armes f He put another que-
ftion to thee; if thou anfwereft me not to the purpofe, con-
feffe thy felfe ■
Other. Go too.
Ch. What is he that builds ftronger then either the
Mafon, the Shipwright, or the Carpenter ?
Other. The Gallowes maker;for that Frame outlines a
thoufand Tenants.
Ch. I like thy wit well in good faith, the Gallowes
does well; but how does it well ? it does well to thofe
that doe ill : now, thou doft ill to fay the Gallowes is
built ftronger then the Church : Argali, the Gallowes
may doe well to thee. Too't againe. Come.
Other. Who builds ftronger then a Mafon, a Ship¬
wright, or a Carpenter ?
Ch. I, tell me that, and vnyoake.
Other. Marry,now I can tell.
Qh. Too't.
Other. Mafte, I cannot tell.
Erter Hamlet and Horatio a farre off.
do. Cudgell thy braines no more about it ; for your
dull.AlTe will not mend his pace with beating; and when
you are ask't this queftion next, fay a Graue-maker : the
Houfes that he makes, lafts till Doomefday : go, get thee
to Taughan,me a ftoupe of Liquor.
Sings.
In youth when I did hue, did hue,
me thought it was very fweete t
To contrafi 0 the time for a my hehoue,
0 me thought there was nothing meete.
Ham. Ha's this fellow no feeling of his bufinefle, that
he lings at Graue-making ?
Hor. Cuftome bath made it in him a property of ea-
finelfe.
Ham. 'Tis ee'n fo; the hand of little Imployment hath
the daintier fenfe.
Clowne ßngs.
'But Age with his ßealing fleps
hath caught me in his dutch !
.And hath ffipped me intill the Land,
as if I had neuer beene Juch.
Ham. That Scull had a tongue in it, and could fing
once : how the khaue iowles it to th' grownd, as if it
were Caines law-bone, that did the firft murther s It
might be the Pate of a Polititian which this AITe o're Of-
lices'.one that could circumuent God, might it not.'
Hor. It might, my Lord.
Ham. Or of a Courtier, which could fay. Good Mor¬
row fweet Lord : how doft thou, good Lord ? this
might be my Lord fuch a one, that prais'd my Lord fuch
a ones Horfe, when he meant to begge it; might it not !
Hor. I, my Lord.
Ham. Why ee'n fo ! and now my Lady Wörmes,
Chaplefle, and knockt about the Mazard with a Sextons
Spade; heere's line Reuolution, if wee had the tricke to
fee't. Did thefe bones coft no more the breeding, but
to play at Loggets with 'em i mine ake to thinke
on't.
Clowne ßngs.
A Pidfaxe and a Spade,a Spade.
for and a Jhrcmding-Sheetet
0 a Pit of day for to be made,
for fuch a Guefi is meete.
Ham, There's another ! why might not that bee the
Scull of of a Lawyer f where be his Quiddits now ? his
Quillets? his Cafes? his Tenures, and his Tricks ? why
doe's he fuller this rude knaue now to knocke him about
the Sconce with a dirty Shouell, and will not tell him of
his Aâion of Battery ? hum. This fellow might be in's
time a great buyer of Land, with his Statutes, his Recog¬
nizances, his Fines, his double Vouchers, his Recoueries:
Is this the fine of his Fines, and the recouery of his Reco¬
ueries, to haue his fine Pate full of fine Dirt ? will his
Vouchers vouch him no more of his Purchafes, and dou¬
ble ones too, then the length and breadth of a paire of
Indentures ? the very Conueyances of his Lands will
hardly lye in this Boxe ; and muft the Inheritor himfelfe
haue no more ? ha ?
Hor. Not a iot more,my Lord.
Ham. Is not Parchment made of Sheep-skinnes?
Hor. I my Lord, and of Calue-skinnes too.
Hafn. They are Sheepe and Calues that feek out alTu-
rance in that. I will fpeake to this fellow: whofe Graue's
this Sir ?
Ch. Mine Sir :
0 a lit of Clay for to be made,
for fuch a Gueß is meete.
Ham. I thinke it be thine indeedtfor thon lieft in't.
Ch. You lye out on't Sir, and therefore it is not yours:
for my part, I doe not lye in't ; and yet it is mine.
Ham. Thou doft lye in't, to be in't and fay 'tis thine :
'tis for the dead, not for the quicke, therefore thou
lyeft.
Clo. 'Tis a quicke lye Sir, 'twill away againe from me
to you.
Ham. What man doft thou digge it for?
Ch. For no man Sir.
Ham. What woman then ?
Clo. For none neither.
Ham. Who is to be buried in't?
Ch. One that was a woman Sir ; but reft her Soule,
Ihee's dead.
Ham. How abfolute the knaue is ? wee muft fpeake
by the Carde, or equiuocation will vndoe vs : by the
Lord Horatio, thefe three yeares I haue taken note of it,
the Age is growne fo picked, that the toe of the Pefant
comes fo neere the heeles of our Courtier, hee galls his
Kibe. How long haft thou been a Graue-maker ?
Ch. Of all the dayes i'th'yeare, I came too't that day
that our laft King Hamlet o'recame Fortinhras.
Ham. How long is that lince ?
Ch. Cannot you tell that ? euery foole can tell that :
It was the very day, that young Hamlet was borne, hee
that was mad, and fent into England.
Ham. I marry, why was he fent into England ?
Clo, Why, becaufe he was mad; hee lhall recouer his
wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there. •
Ham.
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Ham. Why ?
Clo. Twill not be feene in him, there the men are as
mad as he.
Ham. How came he mad ?
Clo. Very ftrangely they fay.
Ham. How ftrangely ?
Clo. Faith e'ene with loofing his wits.
Ham. Vpon what ground ?
Qlo. Why heere in Denmarke: I haue bin fixeteene
heere, man and Boy thirty yeares.
Ham, How long will a man lie 'ith'earth ere he rot?
Clo. Ifaith, if he be not rotten before he die(as we haue
many pocky Coarfes now adaies, that will fcarce hold
the laying in) he will lad you fome eight yeare, or nine
yeare. A Tanner will laft you nine year e.
Ham. Why he, more then another ?'
Clo. Why fir, his hide is fo tan'd with his Trade, that
he will keepe out water a great while. And your water,
is a fore Decayer of your horfon dead body. Heres a Scull
now; this Seul,has laine in the earth three & twenty years.
Ham. Whole was it f
Clo. A whorefon mad Fellowes it was;
Whofe doe you thinke it was?
Ham. Nay, I know not.
Clo. A pefilence on him for a mad Rogue, a pou'rd a
Flaggon of Renilh on my head once. This fame Scull
Sir, this fame Scull fir, was Yoricks Scull, the Kings iefter.
Ham. This ?
Clo\ E'ene that.
Ham. Let me fee. Alas poore Torick^,l knew him Ho¬
ratio, a fellow of infinite I eft; of moft excellent fancy, he
hath borne me on his backe a thoufand times ; And how
abhorred my 'Imagination is, my gorge rifes at it. Heere
hung thofe lipps, that I haue kill I know not how oft.
Where be your libes now ? Your Gambals ? Your
Songs Í Your flalhes of Merriment that were wont to
fet the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own
leering ? Quite chopfalne ? Now get you to my Ladies
Chamber,and tell her,let her paint an inch thicke, to this
fauour the muft come. Make her laugh at that : pry-
thee Horatio tell me one thing.
Hor. What's that my Lord ?
Ham. Doft thou thinke Alexandtr lookt o'this fa-
Ihion i'th' earth i
Hor. E'ene fo.
Ham. And fmelt fo ? Puh.
Hor. E'ene fo, my Lord.
Ham. To what bafe vfes we may returne Horatio.
Why may not Imagination trace the Noble duft of A-
Uxander, till he find it ftopping a bunghole.
Hor. 'Twere to confider : to curioufly to confider fo.
Ham. No faith, not a iot. But to follow him thether
with modeftie enough, & likeliehood to lead it; as thus.
Alexander died ! Alexander was buried i Alexander re-
tumeth into duft; the duft is earth; of earth we make
Lome,and why of that Lome (whereto he was conuer-
ted) might they not ftopp a Beere-barrell ?
Jmperiall Cafar,itíA and turn'd to clay,
Might ftop a hole to keepe the winde away.
Oh, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a Wall,t'expell the winters flaw.
But foft, but foft, afide; heere comes the King.
Enter King, Queene, Laertes,and a Coffin,
with Lords attendant.
The Queene, the Courtiers. Who is that they follow.
oj- Hamlet.
And with filch maimed rites ? This doth betoken
The Coarfe they follow, did with difperate hand,
Fore do it owne life; 'twas Ibme Eftate.
Couch we a while, and mark.
Laer, What Cerimony elfe ?
Ham. That is Laertes, a very Noble youth ) Marke.
Laer. What Cerimony elle ?
Prieß. Her Obfequies haue bin as fiirre inlarg'd.
As we haue warrantis,her death was doubtfull,
And but that great Command,o're-fwaies the order.
She ftiould in ground vnfanflified haue lodg'd,
Till the laft Trumpet. For charitable praier,
Shardes, Flints, and Peebles, Ihould be thro wne on her ;
Yet heere Ihe is allowed her Virgin Rites,
Her Maiden ftrewments,and the bringing home
Of Bell and Buriall.
Laer. Muft there no more be done ?
Prieß. No more be done : -w'
We ftiouId prophane the feruice of the dead,
To ling fage ^quiem, and fuch reft to her
As to peace-parted Soules,
Laer. Lay her i'th' earth.
And from her ^ire and vn polluted flefti.
May Violets fpring. I tell thee(churlilh Prieft)
A Miniftring Angelí fliall my Sifter be.
When thou lieft howling ?
Ham. What, the Aire Ophelia ?
Slueene. Sweets, to the fweet farewell.
I hop'd thou Ihould'ft haue bin my Hamlets wife s
I thought thy Bride-bed to haue deckt (fweet Maid)
And not t'haue ftrew'd thy Graue.
Laer. Oh terrible woer.
Fall ten times trebble, on that curfed head
Whofe wicked deed, thy moft Ingenious fence
Depriu'd thee of. Hold off the earth a while.
Till I haue caught her once more in mine arraes !
Leaps in the grasse.
Now pile your duft, vpon the quicke,and dead.
Till of this flat a Mountaine you haue made,
To o're top old Pelion, or the skyifii head
Of blew Olympste.
Ham. What is he, whofe griefes
Beates fuch an Emphafis ? whofe phrale of Sorrow
Coniure the wandring Starres, and makes them ftand
Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
Laer. The deuill take thy foule.
Ham, Thou prai'ft not weih
I prythee take thy fingers from my throat;
Sir though I am not Spleenatiue,and ralh.
Yet haue I fomething in me dangerous.
Which let thy wifeneffe feare. Away thy hand.
King. Pluck them afunder.
Qu. Hamlet,Hamlet.
Gen. Good my Lord be quiet.
Ham. Why I will fight with him vppon this Theme,
Vntill my eielids will no longer wag.
Qu. Oh my Sonne, what Theame i
Ham. I lou'd Ophelia^ fortie thoufand Brothers
Could not (with all there quantifie of Loue)
Make vp my fumme. What wilt thou do for her
King. Oh he is mad Laertes,
Qu. For loue of God forbeare him.
Ham. Come Ihow me what thou'lt doe.
Woo't weepe i Woo't fight ? Woo't teare thy felfe ?
Woo't drinke vp ^/e,eate a Crocodile?
He
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Ile doo't. Poll thou come heere to whine ;
To outface me with leaping in her Graue ?
Be buried quicke with her, and fo will I.
And if thou prate of Mountaines j let them throw
Millions of Akers on vs ; till our ground
Sindging his pate againft the burning Zone,
Make 0£a like a wart. Nay,and thoul't mouth,
He rant as well as thou.
Kin. This is meere MadnelTe ;
And thus awhile the fit will worke on him :
Anon as patient as the female Doue,
When that her golden Cuplet are difclos'd ¡
His lilence will lit drooping.
Ham. Heare you Sir :
What is the reafon that you vfe me thus ?
I loud' you euer; but it is no matter :
Let Hercules himlelfe doe what he may.
The Cat will Mew,and Dogge will haue his day. Exit.
Kin. I pray you good Horatio wait vpon him.
Strengthen you patience in our lall nights fpeech,
Wee'l put the matter to the prefent pulh i
Good Gertrude fet fome watch ouer your Sonne,
This Graue lhall haue a liuing Monument ;
An houre of quiet Ihortly lhall we fee;
Till then, in patience our proceeding be. Exeunt.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio.
Ham. So much for this Sir; now let me fee the other,
You doe remember all the Circumftance,
Hor. Remember it my Lord ?
Ham. Sir, in my heart there was a kinde of fighting,
That would not let me lleepe; me thought I lay
Worfe then the mutines in the Bilboes, ralhly,
(And praife be ralhnelTe for it) let vs know.
Our indifcretion fometimes ferues vs well.
When our deare plots do paule,and that Ihould teach vs.
There's a Diuinity that lhapes our ends.
Rough-hew them how we will.
Hor. That is moll certaine.
Ham. Vp from my Cabin
My fea-gowne fcarft about me in the darke,
Grop'd I to finde out them ; had my delire,
Finger'd their Packet, and in fine, withdrew
To mine owne roome againe, making fo bold,
(My feares forgetting manners) to vnfeale
"Their grand Commifiion, where I found Horatio,
Oh royall knauery : An exa£l command,
Larded with many feuerall forts of reafon;
Importing Denmarks health, and Englands too.
With hoo, fuch Bugges and Goblins in my life;
That on the fuperuize no leafure bated.
No not to Hay the grinding of the Axe,
My head Ihoud be llruck olf.
Hor. Ill polfible?
Ham. Here's the Commifiion, read it at more leyfure :
But wilt thou heare me how I did proceed ?
Hor. I befeech you.
Ham. Being thus benetted round with Villaines,
Ere 1 could make a Prologue to my braines.
They had begun the Play. I fate me downe,
Deuis'd a new Commifiion, wrote it faire,
I once did hold it as our Statills doe,
A bafenefie to write faire; and laboured much
How to forget that learning : but Sir now.
It did me Yeomans feruice : wilt thou know
The effeils of what I wrote?
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Hor. I, good my Lord.
Ham. An earnell Coniuration from the King,
As England was his faithfull Tributary,
As loue betweene them,as the Palme Ihould flourilh,
As Peace Ihould Hill her wheaten Garland weare,
And Hand a Comma'tweene their amities.
And many fuch like AlTis of great charge.
That on the view and know of thefe Contents,
Without debatement further, more or lefle.
He Ihould the bearers put to fodaine death.
Not Ihriuing time allowed.
Hor. How was this feal'd ?
Ham. Why,euen in that was Heauen ordinate;
I had my fathers Signet in my Purfe,
Which was the Modell ofthat Daniíh Seale :
Folded the Writ vp in forme of the other,
Subfcrib'd it, gau't th'impreffion, plac't it fafely.
The changeling neuer knowne : Now, the next day
"Was our Sea Fight,and what to this was fement.
Thou know'll already.
Hor. So Guildenßerne and Rofincrance, go too't.
Ham.Why man, they did make loue to this imployment
They are not neere my Confcience; their debate
Doth by their owne inlinuation grow :
'Tis dangerous, when the bafer nature comes
Betweene the pafie,and fell incenfed points
Of mighty oppofites.
ifor. Why, what a King is this ?
Ham. Does it not, thinkll thee. Hand me now vpon
He that hath kil'd my King, and whor'd my Mother,
Popt in betweene th'eledlion and my hopes,
Throwne out his Angle for my proper life.
And with fuch coozenage; is't not perfeét confcience.
To quit him with this arme ? And is't not to be damn'd
To let this Canker of our nature come
In further euill.
Hor. It mull be Ihortly knowne to him from England
What is the ifiue of the bufinelfe there.
Ham. It will be fiiort.
The intérim's mine,and a mans life's no more
Then to fay one : but I am very forry good Horatio,
That to Laertes I forgot my felfe ;
For by the image of my Caufe, I fee
The Portraiture of his ; He count his fauours :
But fure the brauery of his griefe did put me
Into a Towring pafiion.
Hor. Peace,who comes heere?
Enter young OJridte. (marke.
OJr. Your Lordlhip is right welcome back to Den-
Ham. I humbly thank you Sir,doll know this waterflie?
Hor. No my good Lord.
Ham. Thy Hate is the more gracious; for 'tis a vice to
know him : he hath much Land, and fertile ; let a Beaft
be Lord of Bealls, and his Crib lhall Hand at the Kings
Mefie; 'tis a Chowgh; but as I faw fpacious in the pof-
fefiion of dirt.
Ofr. Sweet Lord, if your friendlhip were at leyfure,
I Ihould impart a thing to you from his Maielly.
Ham. I will receiue it with all diligence of fpirit;put
your Bonet to his right vfe, 'tis for the head.
Ojr. I thanke your Lordlhip,'tis very hot.
Ham, No, beleeue mee 'tis very cold, the winde is
Northerly.
Ofr. It is indifferent cold my Lord indeed.
Ham. Mee thinkes it is very foultry, and hot for my
Complexion.
Ofric\e.
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J OJr. Exceedingly,my Lord,it is very foultry,as 'twere
cannot tell how : but my Lord, his Maiefty bad me fig-
'^ifie to you, that he ha's laid a great wager on your head:
Sir, this is the matter.
Ham. 1 befeech you remember.
Ofr. Nay, in good, faith, for mine ea(e in good faith :
Sir,you are not ignorant of what excellence Laertes is at
his weapon.
Ham. What's his weapon ?
OJr. Rapier and dagger.
Ham. That's two of his weapons; but well.
OJr. The fir King ha's wag'd with him fix Barbary Hor-
fes, againft the which heimpon'd as I take it, fixe French
Rapiers and Poniards, with their afiignes, as Girdle,
Hangers or fo : three of the Carriages infaith are very
deare to fancy, very refp/)nfiue to the hilts, moft delicate
carriages, and of very liberall conceit.
Ham. What call you the Carriages ?
OJr. The Carriages Sir, are the hangers.
Ham. The phrafe would bee more Germaine to the
matter : If we could carry Cannon by our fides; I would
it might be Hangers till then; but on fixe Barbary Hor-
fes againft fixe French Swords : their Affignes.and three
liberall conceited Carriages , that's the French but a-
gainft the Danilh ; why is this impon'd as you call it
OJr. The King Sir,hath laid that in a doaen paftes be-
tweene you and him, hee lhall not exceed you three hits ;
He hath one twelue for mine, and that would come to
imediate tryall, if your Lordlhip would vouchlafe the
Anfwere.
Ham. How if I anfwere no ?
OJr. I meane my Lord, the oppofition of your perfon
in tryall.
Ham. Sir, I will walke heere in the Hall; if it pleafe
his Maieftie, 'tis the breathing time of day with me; let
the Foyles bee brought, the Gentleman willing, and the
King hold his purpofe ; I will win for him if I can : if
not, lie gaine nothing but my lhame, and the odde hits.
OJr. Shall I redeliuer you ee'n fo?
Ham. To this effefl Sir, after what flourilh your na¬
ture will.
OJr. I commend my duty to your Lordlhip,
Ham. Yours, yours; hee does well to commend it
himfelfe, there are no tongues elfe for's tongue.
Hor. This Lapwing runs away with the Ihell on his
head.
Ham. He did Compile with his Dugge before hee
fuck't it : thus had he and mine more of the fame Beauy
that I know the droffie age dotes on;only got the tune of
the time, and outward habite of encounter, a kinde of
yefty colleftion, which carries them through & through
the moft fond and winnowed opinions; and doe but blow
them to their tryalls: the Bubbles are out,
Hor. You will lofe this wager, my Lord,
Ham. I doe not thinke fo; fince he went into France,
I haue beene in continuall praflice ; 1 lhall winne at the
oddes ; but thou wouldeft not thinke how all heere a-
bout my heart : but it is no matter.
Hor. Nay, good my Lord.
Ham. It is but foolery ; but it is fuch a kinde of
gain-giuing as would perhaps trouble a woman.
Hor. If your minde diflike any thing,obey.I will fore-
ftall their repaire hither, and fay you are not fit.
Ham. Not a whit, we defie Augury; there's a fpeciall
Prouidence in the fall of a fparrow. If it be now, 'tis not
to come : if it bee not to come, it will bee now : if it
of Hamlet.
be not now; yet it will come; the readinelfe is all, fince no
man ha's ought of what he leaues. What is't to leaue be¬
times ?
Enter King, S^ueene, Laertes and Lords, mth other Alten-
. liants with Foyles, and Gauntlets, a Table and
Flagons of Wine on it.
Kin. Come h&m/cf,come, and take this hand from me.
Ham.Cme me your pardon Sir, I'ue done you wrong,
But pardon't as you are a Gentleman,
This prefence knowes.
And you muft needs haue heard how I am puniflit
With fore diftraflion ? What I haue done
That might your nature honour, and exception
Roughly awake, I heere proclaime was madnelfe :
Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Neuer Hamlet.
If Hamlet from himfelte be tane away :
And when he's not himfelfe,do's wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it :
Who does it then? His Madnelfe ? If't be fo,
Hamlet is of the Faéfion that is wrong'd,
His madnelfe is poore Hamlets Enemy.
Sir, in this Audience,
Let my difclaiming from a purpos'd euill.
Free me fo ferre in your moft generous thoughts.
That I haue Ihot mine Arrow o're the houfe.
And hurt my Mother,
Laer. I am fatisfied in Nature,
Whofe motiue in this cafe Ihould ftirre me moft
To my Reuenge, But in my termes of Honor
I ftand aloofe, and will no reconcilement.
Till by fome elder Mailers of knowne Honor,
I haue a voyce, and prefident of peace
To keepe my name vngorg'd. But till that time,
I do receiue your oller'd loue like loue.
And wil not wrong it.
Ham. I do embrace it freely.
And will this Brothers wager frankely play.
Giue vs the Foyles : Come on.
Laer. Come one for me.
Ham. He be your foile Laertesjm mine ignorance,
Your Skill lhall like a Starre i'th'darkeft night.
Sticke fiery off indeede,
Laer. You mocke me Sir,
Ham. No by this hand.
King. Giue them the Foyles yong OJricl^e,
Coufen Hamlet, you know the wager.
Ham. Verie well my Lord,
Your Grace hath laide the oddes a'th'weaker fide.
King. I do not feare it,
I haue feene you both :
But fince he is better'd,we haue therefore oddes,
Laer. This is too heauy.
Let me fee another.
Ham. This likes me well,
Thefe Foyles haue all a length. Prepare to play.
OJrtclte. I my good Lord,
King. Set me the Stopes of wine vpon that Table :
\i Hamlet giue the lirft, or fécond hit.
Or quit in anfwer of the third exchange.
Let all the Battlements their Ordinance fire,
The King lhal drinke to Hamlets better breath.
And in the Cup an vnion lhal he throw
Richer then that, which foure fuccelliue Kings
In Denmarkes Crowne haue worne,
Giue
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Giue me the Cups,
And let the Kettle to the Trumpets fpcake,
The Trumpet to the Cannoneer without,
The Cannons to the Heauens, the Heauen to Earth,
Now the King drinkes to Hamlet. Come, begin,
And you the ludges beare a wary eye.
Ham. Come on fir.
Laer. Come on fir. They play.
Ham. One.
Laer. No.
Ham. lodgement.
Ofr. A hit, a very palpable hit.
Laer. Well ! againe.
King. Stay, giue me drinke.
Hamlet, this Pearle is thine.
Here's to thy health. Giue him the cup.
Trumpets found, and jhot goes off.
Ham. lie play this bout firft, let by a-wnile.
Come ! Another hit ; what lay you ?
Laer. A touch, a touch, I do confefie.
King. Our Sonne lhall win.
He's fat, and fcant of breath.
Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes.
The Queene Carowfes to thy fortune, Hamlet.
Ham. Good Madam.
King. Gertrude, do not drinke.
Qu. I will my Lord ;
I pray you pardon me.
King. Jt is the poyfon'd Cup, it is too late.
Ham, 1 dare not drinke yet Madam,
By and by.
Siu. Come, let me wipe thy face.
Laer. .My Lord, He hit him now.
King. I do not thinke't.
Laer. And yet 'tis almofi 'gainll my confcience.
Ham. Come for the third.
Laertes, you but dally,
I pray you pafle with your beft violence,
1 am affear'd you make a wanton of me.
Laer. Say you fo ? Come on. Play.
Ofr. Nothing neither way.
Laer. Haue at you now.
In ¡cuffling they change Rapiers.
King. Part them, they are incens'd.
Ham. Nay come, againe.
Ofr. Looks to the Queene there hoa.
Hor. They bleed on both fides. How is't my Lord ?
Ofr. How is't Laertes
Laer. Why as a Woodcocke
To mine Sprindge, Ofric{e,
I am iuftly kill'd with mine owne Treacherie.
Ham. How does the Queene?
King. She lounds to fee them bleede.
S^u. No,no, the drinke, the drinke.
Oh my deere Hamlet, the drinke, the drinke,
1 am poyfon'd.
Ham. Oh Villany ! How ? Let the doore be lock'd.
Treacherie, feeke it out.
Laer. It is heere Hamlet.
Hamlet, thou art flaine.
No Medicine in the world can do thee good.
In thee, there is not hälfe an houre of life ;
The Treacherous Inftrument is in thy hand,
Vnbated and envenom'd : the foule praâifei
Hath turn'd it felfe on me. Loe, heere I lye,
Neuer to rife againe : Thy Mothers poyfon'd :
I can no more, the King, the King's too blame.
Ham. The point envenom'd too.
Then venóme to thy worke.
Hurts the King.
All. Treafon, Trealbn.
King. O yet defend me Friends, I am but hurt.
Ham. Heere thou inceftuous, murdrous.
Damned Dane,
Drinke off this Potion : Is thy Vnion heere ?
Follow my Mother. King Dyes.
Laer. He is iuftly feru'd.
It is a poyfon temp'red by himfelfe :
Exchange forgiuenefle with me. Noble Hamlet ;
Mine and my Fathers death come not vpon thee.
Nor thine on me. Dyes.
Ham. Heauen make thee free of it, I follow thee.
I am dead Horatio, wretched Queene adiew.
You that looke pale, and tremble at this chance.
That are but Mutes or audience to this a£Ie :
Had I but time (as this fell Sergeant death
Is ftrick'd in his Arreft) oh I could tell you.
But let it be : Horatio, I am dead.
Thou liu'ft, report me and my caufes right
To the vnfatlsfied.
Hor. Neuer beleeue it.
I am more an Antike Roman then a Dane:
Heere's yet fome Liquor left.
Ham. As th'art a man, giue me the Cup.
Let go, by Heauen He haue't.
Oh good Horatio, what a wounded name,
(Things ftanding thus vnknowne) lhall Hue behind me.
If thou did'ft euer hold me in thy heart,
Abfent thee from felicitie awhile.
And in this harlh world draw thy breath in paine.
To tell my Storie.
March afarre off, andfhout within.
What warlike noyfe is this ?
Enter Officine.
Ofr. Yong Fortinbras, with conqueft come fro Poland
Fo th'AmbalTadors of England giues rhis warlike volly.
Ham. O I dye Horatio :
The potent poylbn quite ore-crowes my fpirit,
I cannot liue to heare the Newes from England,:
But I do prophefie th'eledlion lights
On Fortinbras, he ha's my dying voyce.
So tell him with the occurrents more and lelTe,
Which haue folicited. The reft is filence. 0,0,0,0, Dyes
Hora. Now cracke a Noble heart :
Goodnight fweet Prince,
And flights of Angels fing thee to thy reft.
Why do's the Drumme come hither?
Enter Fortinbras and Englijh Ambaffador, wit h Urumme,
Colours, and Attendants.
Fortin. Where is this fight ?
Hor. What is it ye would fee ;
If ought of woe, or wonder, ceafe your fearch.
For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death.
What feaft is toward in thine eternall Cell.
That thou fo many Princes, at a flioote.
So bloodily haft ftrooke.
Amb. The fight is difmall.
And our affaires from England come too late.
The eares are fenfeleffe that Ihould giue vs hearing.
To tell him his comma nd'ment is fulfill'd,
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That n^ßncrance and GuUderßerne are dead :
Where ihould we haue our thankes ?
Hor. Not (rom his mouth,
Had it th'abilitie of life to thanke you :
He neuer gaue commandement for their death.
But fince fo iumpe vpon this bloodie queftion,
You from the Polake warres, and you from England
Are heere arriued. Giue order that thefe bodies
High on a ftage be placed to the view.
And let me fpeake to th'yet vnknowing world,
How thefe things came about. So (hall you heare
Of carnal], bloudie, and vnnaturall a£ls.
Of accidentan iudgements, cafuall flaughters
Of death's put on by cunning, and forc'd caufe,
And in this vpfliot, purpofes miftooke,
Falne on the Inuentors heads. All this can I
Truly deliuer.
For. Let vs haft to heare It,
And call the Nobleft to the Audience.
For me, with forrow, 1 embrace my Fortune,
I haue fome Rites of memory in this Kingdome,
Which are ro claime, my vantage doth
Inuite me,
Hor. Of that I lhall haue alwayes caufe to fpeake.
And from his mouth
Whofe voyce will draw on more :
But let this fame be prefently perform'd,
Euen whiles mens mindes are wilde,
Left more mifchance
On plots, and errors happen.
For. Let foure Captai nes
Beare Hamlet like a Soldier to the Stage,
For he was likely, had he beene put on
To haue prou'd moft royally ;
And for his paftage.
The Souldiours Muficke, and the rites of Warre
Speake lowdly for him.
Take vp the body ; Such a light as this
Becomes the Field, but heere Ihewes much amis.
Go, bid the Souldiers Ihoote.
Exeutit ¡¿Marching : after the vbich, a Peale of
Ordenance are fhot off.
FINIS.
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LEAR.
zÄ5ius 'Primus.
Scœna '^rtma.
Enter Kent, Gkucefier, and Sdmond.
Kent.
Thought the King|had more afFefled the
Duke of Albany, then Cortmall,
1^^ (rlou. It did alwayes feeme fo to vs : But
now in the diuilion of the Kingdome, it ap-
peares not which of the Dukes hee valewes
moft, for qualities are fo weigh'd, that curiofity in nei¬
ther, can make choife of eithers moity.
Kent. Is not this your Son, my Lord ?
Qtou. His breeding Sir, hath bin at my charge, I haue
ÍO often blufh'd to acknowledge him, that now 1 am
braz'd too't.
Kent. I cannot conceiue you.
Ghu. Sir, this yong Fellowes mother could ; where-
vpon Ihe grew round womb'd, and had indeede (Sir) a
Sonne for her Cradle, ere ihe had laj husband for her bed.
Do you fmell a ñult
Kent. I cannot wilh the fault vndone, the iffue of it,
being fo proper.
Glou. But I haue a Sonne, Sir, by order of Law, fome
yeere elder then this ; who, yet is no dêerer in my ac¬
count, though this Knaue came fomthing fawcily to the
world before he was fent for : yet was his Mother fayre,
there was good fport at his making, and the horfon mull
be acknowledged. Doe you know this Noble Gentle¬
man, Edmond?
Edm. No, my Lord.
Glou. My Lord of Kent :
Remember him heereafter, as my Honourable Friend.
Edm. My feruices to your Lordlhip.
Kent. I mull loue you, and fue to know you better.
Sdm. Sir, I lhall Audy deferuing.
Glou. He hath bin out nine yeares, and away he lhall
againe. The King is comming.
Sennet, Enter King Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Gonerill, Re¬
gan, Cordelia,^and attendants.
Lear. Attend the Lords of France & Burgundy, GloAer.
Glou. I lhall, my Lord. Exit.
Lear. Meane time we lhal exprelTe our darker purpofe.
Giue me the Map there. Know, that we haue diuided
In three our Kingdome : and 'tis our faA intent.
To Ihake all Cares and BufinelTe from our Age,
Conferring them on yonger ilrengths, while we
Vnburthen'd crawle toward death. Our fon of Cornveal,
And you our no leffe louing Sonne of Albary,
We haue this houre a conAant will fo publilh
Our daughters feuerall Dowers, that future Arife
May be preuented now. The Princes,France & Burgundy,
Great Riuals in our yongeA daughters loue.
Long in our Court, haue made their amorous foiourne.
And heere are to be anfwer'd. Tell me my daughters
(Since now we will diueA vs both of Rule,
IntereA of Territory, Cares of State)
Which of you Aiall we lay doth loue vs moA,
That we, our largeA bountie may extend
Where Nature doth with merit challenge. Gonerill,
Our eldeA borne, fpeake firA.
Ge». Sir, I loue you more then word can weild y matter,
Deerer then eye-fight, fpace, and libertie.
Beyond what can be valewed, rich or rare.
No leffe then life, with grace, health, beauty, honor :
As much as Childe ere lou'd, or Father found.
A loue that makes breath poore, and fpeech vnable.
Beyond all manner of fo much 1 loue you.
Cor. What lhall Cordelia fpeake ? Loue, and be filent.
Lear.Of all thefe bounds euen from this Line,to this,
With lhadowie ForreAs, and with Champains rich'd
With plenteous Riuers, and wide-skirted Meades
We make thee Lady. To thine and Albanies iffues
Be this perpetúan. What fayes our fécond Daughter ?
Our deereA Regan, wife of Cornwall?
fEsg. I am made of that felfe-mettle as my SiAer,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart,
I finde Ihe names my very deede of loue i
Onely flie comes too Ihort, that I profeffe
My felfe an enemy to all other ioyes.
Which the moA precious fquare of fenfe profeffes.
And finde I am alone felicitate
In your deere Highneffe loue.
Qor. Then poore Cordelia,
And yet not fo, fince I am fure my loue's
More ponderous then my tongue.
Lear. To thee, and thine hereditarie euer ,
Remaine this ample third of our faire Kingdome,
No leffe in fpace, validitie, and pleafure
Then that conferr'd on Gonerill. Now our loy,
Although our laA and leaA ; to whofe yong loue.
The Vines of France, and Milke of Burgundie,
Striue to be intereA. What can you fay, to draw
A third, more opilent then your SiAers? fpeake.
Cor. Nothing my Lord.
Lear. Nothing ?
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Cor. Nothing. ,
Ltar, Nothing will come of nothing, fpeake againe.
Car. Vnhappie that I am, I cannot heaue
My heart into my mouth : I loue your Maiefty
According to my bond, no more nor lelTe.
Lear. How,how Mend your fpeech a little,
Leaft you may marre your Fortunes.
Cor. Good my Lord,
You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me.
I returne thofe duties backe as are right lit.
Obey you. Loue you, and moft Honour you.
Why haue my Sifters Husbands, if they fay
They loue you all Happily when 1 ftiall wed,
That Lord, whofe hand muft take my plight,ftiall carry
Hälfe my loue with him, hälfe my Care, and Dutie,
Sure I ftiall neuer marry like my Sifters.
Lear, But goes thy heart with this í
Cor. I my good Lord.
Lear. So young, and fo vntender ?
Cor. So young my Lord, and true.
Lear. Let it be fo,thy truth then be thy dowre ;
For by the facred radience of the Sunne,
The miferies of Heccat and the night ;
By all the operation of the Orbes,
From whom we do exift,and ceafe to be,
Heere I difclaime all my Paternall care.
Propinquity and property of blood.
And as a ftranger to my heart and me,
Hold thee from this for euer. The barbarous Scythian y
Or he that makes his generation meftes
To gorge his appetite, ftiall to my bofome
Be as well neighbour'd, pittied, and releeu'd.
As thou my fometime Daughter.
Kent. Good my Liege.
Lear. Peace Kent,
Come not betweene the Dragon and his wrath,
I lou'd her moft, and thought to fet my reft
On her kind nurfery. Hence and avoid my fight ;
So be my graue my peace, as here I giue
Her Fathers heart from her ; call France, who ftirres?
Call "Burgundy, QornvallftiDd Albanie,
With my two Daughters Dowres, digeft the third.
Let pride, which flie cals plainnefle, marry her :
I doe inueft you ioyntly with my power,
Preheminence, and all the large eifedls
That troope with Maiefty. Our felfe by Monthly courfe.
With referuation of an hundred Knights,
By you to be fuftain'd, ftiall our abode
Make with you by due turne, onely we ftiall retaine
The name, and all th'addition to a King : the Sway,
Reuennew, Execution of the reft,
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 Mafter follow'd.
As my great Patron thought on in my praiers.
Le. The bow is bent & drawne, make from the ftiaft.
Kent. Let it fall rather, though the forke inuade
The region of my heart, be Kent vnmannerly.
When Lear is mad, what wouldeft thou do old man ?
Think'ft thou that dutie ftiall haue dread to fpeake.
When power to flattery bowes ?
To plainnefle honour's bound,
When Maiefty falls to folly,referue thy ftate.
And in thy beft confideration checke
This hideous raftinelfe, anfwere my life, my iudgement :
Thy yongeft Daughter do's not loue thee leaft.
Nor are thofe empty hearted, whofe low founds
Reuerbe no hollowneflfe.
Lear. RTenr,on thy life no more.
Kent. My life I neuer held but as pawne
To wage againft thine enemies, nere feare to loofe it.
Thy fafety being motiue.
Lear, Out of my fight.
Kent. See better Lear, and let me ftill remaine
The true blanke of thine eie.
Kear, Now by Apollo,
Lent. Now by Apollo, King
Thou fwear.ft thy Gods in vaine.
Lear. O VaflTall ! Mifcreant.
Alb. Cor. Deare Sir forbeare.
Kent. Kill thy Phyfition, and thy fee beftow
Vpon the foule difeafe,reuoke thy guift.
Or whil'ft I can vent clamour from my throate,
He tell thee thou doft euill.
Lea. Heare me recreant, on thine allégeance heare me;
That thou haft fought to make vs breake our vowes.
Which we dürft neuer yet; and with ftrain'd pride.
To come betwixt our fentences, 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 prouifion.
To ftiield thee from difafters of the world.
And on the fixt to turne thy hated backe
Vpon our kingdome; if on the tenth day following.
Thy banilht trunke be found in our Dominions,
The moment is thy death, away. By Jupiter,
This ftiall not be reuok'd,
Kent. Fare thee well King, fith thus thou wilt appeare,
Freedome Hues hence, and banilhment is here;
The Gods to their deere ftielter take thee Maid,
That iuftly think'ft, and haft muft rightly faid :
And your large fpeeches, may your deeds approue.
That good effefls may fpring from words of loue :
Thus Kent, O Princes, bids you all adew,
Hee'l ftiape his old courfe, in a Country new. Exit.
Flourißo. Enter Qloßer tpith France,and Bur¬
gundy , Attendants.
Cor. Heere's France and Burgundy ,Tt\y Noble Lord.
I-ear. My Lord of Bugundie,
We firft addrelTe toward you, who with this King
Hath riuald for our Daughter; what in the leaft
Will you require in prefent Dower with her.
Or ceafe your queft of Loue ?
"Bur. Moft Royall Maiefty,
I craue no more then hath your Highnefle ofFer'd,
Nor will you tender lefle ?
I-ear. Right Noble "Burgundy,
When ftie was deare to vs, we did hold her fo.
But now her price is fallen : Sir, there ftie ftands.
If ought within that little feeming fubftance.
Or all of it with our difpleafure piec'd.
And nothing more may fitly like your Grace,
Shee's there, and ftie is yours.
"Bur. I know no anfwer.
Lxar. Will you with thofe infirmities Ihe owes,
Vnfriended,new adopted to our hate,
Dow'rd with our curfe,and ftranger'd with our oath.
Take her or,leaue her.
"Bur. Par-
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Bur, Pardon me Royall Sir,
Eleâion makes not vp in fach conditions.
Li. Then leaue her fir,for by the powre that made me,
I tell you all her wealth. For you great King,
I would not from your loue make fuch a ftray.
To match you where I hate, therefore befeech you
'Tauert your liking a more worthier way.
Then on a wretch whom Nature is alham'd
Almoft t'acknowledge hers.
Bra. This is mod dränge.
That (he whom euen but now, was your obieft.
The argument of your praife, balme of your age.
The bed, the deered,diould in this trice of time
Commit a thing fo mondrous,to difmantle
So many folds of fauounfure her offence
Mud be of fuch vnnaturall degree.
That monders it : Or your fore-voucht affeftion
Fall into taint, which to beleeueofher
Mud be a faith that reafon without miracle
Should neuer plant in me.
Cor. I yet befeech your Maiedy.
If for I want that glib and oylie Art,
To fpeake and purpofe not, fince what I will intend.
He do't before I fpeake, that you make knowne
It is no vicious blot, murther,or foulenede,
No vnchade affion or dilhonoured dep
That hath depriu'd me of your Grace and fauour.
But euen for want of that, for which I am richer,
A dill foliciting eye,and fuch a tongue.
That I am glad I haue not,though not to haue it.
Hath lod me in your liking.
Liar. Better thou had'd '
Not beene borne, then not t haue pleas'd me better.
Fra. Is it but this ? A tardineife in nature.
Which often leaues the hidory vnfpoke
That it intends to do : my Lord of Burgundy,
What fay you to the Lady ? Loue's not loue
When it is mingled with regards, that dands
Aloofe from th'intire point,will you haue her?
She is herfelfe a Dowrie.
®»r. RoyallKlng,
Giue but that portion which your felfe propos'd.
And here I take Qordilla by the hand,
Dutchefle of 'Burgundii.
Liar. Nothing, I haue fworne,! am firme.
Bur. I am forry then you haue fo lod a Father,
That you mud loofe a husband.
Cor. Peace be with Burgundit,
Since that refpeiV and Fortunes are his loue,
I lhall not be his wife.
Fra. Faired CordiHa, that art mod rich being poore.
Mod choife forfaken,and mod lou'd defpis'd.
Thee and thy vertues here I feize vpon.
Be it lawfull I take vp what's cad away.
Gods,Gods! 'Tis dränge,that from their cold'd neglefl
My Loue diould kindle to enfiam'd refpefl.
Thy dowrelede Daughter King, throwne to my chance.
Is Queene of vs, of ours,ahd our faire France :
Not all the Dukes of watrilh Burgundy,
Can buy this vnpriz'd precious Maid of me.
Bid them farewell Cordilia, though vnkinde.
Thou loofed here a better where to finde.
Liar. Thou had her Franct, let her be thine, for we
Haue no fuch Daughter, nor diall euer fee
That face of hers againe,therfore be gone.
Without our Grace,our Loue, our Benizon :
Come Noble Burgundie, Flourißo. Exeunt.
^Fra. Bid farwell to your Siders.
Cor. The lewels of our Father, with walh'd eie s
Cordelia leaues you, I know you what you are,
And like a Sider am mod loth to call
Your faults as they are named. Loue well our Fathers
To your profefled bofomes I commit him,
But yet alas,dood I within his Grace,
I would prefer him to a better place.
So farewell to you both.
Regn. Prefcribe not vs our dutie.
Gon. Let your dudy
Be to content your Lord, who hath receiu'd you
At Fortunes almes,you haue obedience fcanted.
And well are worth the want that you haue wanted.
Cor. Time lhall vnfold what plighted cunning hides.
Who couers faults, at lad with lhame derides:
Well may you profper.
Fra. Come my faire Cordelia. Exit France and Cor.
Gon. Sider,it is not little I haue to fay.
Of what mod neerely appertaines to vs both,
I thinke our Father will hence to night. (with vs.
Rig. That's mod certaine,and with you: next moneth
Gon. You fee how full of changes his age is, the ob-
feruation we haue made of it hath beene little;he alwaies
lou'd our Sider mod, and with what poore iudgement he
hath now cad her ofF,appeares too grolTely.
Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath euer but
denderly knowne himfelfe.
Gon. The bed and founded of his time hath bin but
ralh,then mud we looke from his age, to receiue not a-
lone the imperfections of long ingraffed condition, but
therewithall the vnruly way-wardnelTe, that infirme and
cholericke yeares bring with them.
Reg. Such vncondant darts are we like to haue from
him, as this of Kents banilhment.
Çon. There is further complement of leaue-taking be-
tweene France and him, pray you let vs fit together, if our
Father carry authority with fuch difpofition as he beares»
this lad furrender of his will but offend vs.
Reg.We lhall further thinke of it.
Gon. We mud do fomething,and i'th'heate. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Baßard.
Baß. Thou Nature art my GoddelTe.to thy Law
My feruices are bound, wherefore Ihould I
Stand in the plague of cudome,and permit
The curiofity of Nations, to depriue me ?
For that I am fome twelue, or fourteene Moonlhines
Lag of a Brother ? Why Badard ? Wherefore bafe ?
When my Dimenfions are as well compaft.
My minde as generous,and my lhape as true
As honed Madams ilfue ? Why brand they vs
With Bafe ? With bafenes Bardadle ? Bafe, Bafe ?
Who in the ludie dealth of Nature, take
More compofition, and fierce qualitie.
Then doth within a dull dale tyred bed
Goe to th'creating a whole tribe of Fops
Got'tweene a lleepe,and wake? Well then.
Legitimate Sdgar, I mud haue your land.
Our Fathers loue,is to the Badard Edmond,
As to th'legitimate : fine word : Legitimate.
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Well, my Legitrimate, if this Letter fpeed,
And my inuention thriue, Edmond the bale
Shall to'th'Legitimate : I grow, I profper :
Now Gods,ftand vp for Baftards.
Enter Glouceßer.
Gio.Kent baniih'd thus? and France in choller parted ?
And the King gone to night 7 Prefcrib'd his powre,
Conhn'd to e^thibition ? All this dune
Vpon the gad ? Edmond, how now? What newes?
Bafi. So pleafe your Lordlhip, none.
Glou. Why fo earneftly feeke you to put vp y Letter ?
'Baß. I know no newes, my Lord.
Çlou. What Paper were you reading?
^aß. Nothing my Lord.
Glou. No ? what needed then that terrible difpatch of
it into your Pocket ? The quality of nothing, hath not
fuch neede to hide it felfe. Let's fee : come, if it hee no¬
thing, I fliall not neede Speûacles.
Baß. I befeech you Sir, pardon mee ; it is a Letter
from my Brother, that 1 haue not all ore-read ; and for fo
much as I haue perus'd, I finde it not fit for your ore-loo-
king.
Glou. Giue me the Letter, Sir.
'Baß. I flull offend, either to detaine, or giue it :
The Contents, as in part I vnderftand them.
Are too blame.
Glou. Let's fee, let's fee.
Baß. I hope for my Brothers ¡unification, hee wrote
this but as an effay, or tafte of my Vertue.
Çlou.reads. Tbü ftolic'te, and reuerence of Age,maltet the
vor Id bitter to the beß of our times : l^eepes our Fortunes from
vs, till our oldnejfe cannot relliß) them. I begin to finde an idle
andfond bondage, in the off refilón of aged tyranny,vho ßvayes
not as it bath fover, but as it Is fiuffer d. Come to me, that of
this I mey Jfiealy more. If our Father vould fleefe till I wal^d
him, you ßoould enioy hälfe bú Efuennev for euer, and Hue the
beloued of your Brother. Edgar.
Hum ? Confpiracy ? Sleepe till I wake him, you Ihould
enioy hälfe his Reuennew : my Sonne Edgar, had hee a
hand to write this ? A heart and braine to breede it in ?
When came you to this ? Who brought it ?
Baß. It was not brought mee, my Lord ; there's the
cunning of it. I found it throwne iniat the Cafement of
my Cloffet.
Glou. You know the charafler to be your Brothers ?
'Baß. If the matter were good my Lord, I dürft fwear
it were his : but in refpeil of that, I would faine thinke it
were not.
Glou. It is his.
'Baß. It is his hand, my Lord : but I hope his heart is
not in the Contents. v
Çlo. Has he neuer before founded you in this bufines?
^aß. Neuer my Lord. But I haue heard him oft main-
taine it to be fit, that Sonnes at perfeâ age, and Fathers
declin'd, the Father ihould bee as Ward to the Son, and
the Sonne manage his Reuennew.
Glou. O Villain, villain : his very opinion in the Let¬
ter. Abhorred Villaine, vnnaturall, detefted, brutilh
Villaine; worfe then brutilh : Go firrah, feeke him : He
apprehend him. Abhominable Villaine, where is he?
Baß.l do not well know my L. If it Ihall pleafe you to
fufpend your indignation againft my Brother,til you can
deriue from him better teftim ony of his intent, you Ihold
run a certaine courfe : where, if you violently proceed a-
gainft him, miftaking his purpofe, it would make a great
gap in your owne Honor, and ihake in peeces,the heart of
his obedience. I dare pawne downe my life for him, that
he hath writ this to feele my affefhion to your Honor, íc
to no other ptetence of danger.
Glou. Thinke you fo ?
Baß. If your Honor iudge it meete, I will place you
where you lhall heare vs conferre of this,and by an Auri¬
cular affurance haue your fatisfaâion, and that without
any further delay, then this very Euening.
Glou. He cannot bee fuch a Monfter. Edmond feeke
him out : winde me into him, I pray you : frame the Bu-
fineffe after your owne wifedome. I would vnftate my
felfe, to be in a due refolution.
Baß. I will feeke him Sir, prefently : conuey the bu-
lineffe as 1 Ihill find meanes,and acquaint you withall.
Glou. Thefe late Eclipfes in the Sun and Moone por¬
tend no good to vs : though the wifedome of Nature can
reafon it thus, and thus, yet Nature finds it felfe fcourg'd
by the fequent effedis. Loue cooles, friendlhip falls off.
Brothers diuide. In Cities, mutinies ; in Countries, dif-
cord ; in Pallaces, Treafon ; and the Bond crack'd,'twixt
Sonne and Father. This villaine of mine comes vnder the
predidHon; there's Son againft Father, the King frls from
byas of Nature, there's Father againft Childe. We haue
feene the beft of our time. Machinations, hollowneffe,
treacherie, and all ruinous diforders follow vs difquietly
to our Graues. Find out this Villain Edmond,\t lhall lofe
thee nothing, do it carefully : and the Noble & true-har-
ted Kent baniih'd ; his offence,honefty.'Tis ftrange. Erlt
'Baß. This is the excellent foppery of the world, that
when we are ficke in fortune, often the furfets of our own
behauiour, we make guilty of our difafters, the Sun, the
Moone, and Starres, as if we were villaines on neceffitie,
Fooles by heauenly compulfion, Knaues, Theenes, and
Treachers by Sphericall predominance. Drunkards, Ly-
ars,and Adulterers by an inforc'd obedience of Planatary
influence; and all that we are euill in, by a diuine thru-
fting on. An admirable euafion of Whore-mafter-man,
to lay his Goatilh difpofition on the charge of a Starre,
My father compounded with my mother vnder the Dra¬
gons taile, and my Naduity was vnder I^rfa Maior, fo
that it followes, I am rough and Leacherous. I ihould
haue bin that I am, had the maidenleft Starre in the Fir¬
mament twinkled on my baftardizing.
Enter Edgar.
Pat : he comes like the Cataftrophe of the old Comedie :
my Cue is villanous Melancholly, with a fighe like Tom
o'Bedlam. O thefe Eclipfes do portend thefe diui-
fions. Fa, Sol, La, Me.
Edg. How now Brother Edmond, what ferions con¬
templation ate you in?
Baß. I am thinking Brother of a predifdon I read this
other day, what Ihould follow thefe Eclipfes.
Edg. Do you bufie your felfe with that ?
Bcß. I promife you, the effefis he writes of,fucceede
vnhappily.
When faw you my Father laft ?
£dg. The night gone by.
Baß. Spake you with him i
Edg. I, two honres together.
'Baß. Parted you in good termes ? Found you no dif-
pleafure in him, by word, nor countenance ?
Edg. None at all,
Baß. Bethink your felfe wherein you may haue offen¬
ded him : and at my entreaty forbeare his prelènce, vntill
fome little dme hath qualified the heat of his difpleafure,
which at this inftant fo rageth in him, that with the mif-
chiete
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chiefe of your perfon, it would fcarfely alay.
Edg. Some Villaine hath done me wrong.
Edm. That's my feare, I pray you haue a continent
forbearance till the fpeed of his rage goes flower ; and as
I fay, retire with me to my lodging, from whence 1 will
fitly bring you to heare my Lord fpeake : pray ye goe,
there's my key : if you do flirre abroad,goe arm'd.
Edg. Arm'd, Brother ?
Edm. Brother, I aduife you to the befl, I am no honefl
man, if ther be any good meaning toward you:I haue told
you what I haue feene,and heard : But faintly. Nothing
like the image, and horror of it, pray you away.
Edg. Shall I heare from you anon Exit.
Edm. 1 do ferne you in this bufinefle :
A Credulous Father, and a Brother Noble,
Whofe nature is fo farre from doing harmes,
That he fufpedls none : on whofe foolifli honeftie
My praflifes ride eafie : I fee the bufinefle.
Let me, if not by birth, haue lands by wit.
All with me's meete, that I can fafliion fit. Exit.
Hornet rpithin. Enter Lear and j4ttendants.
Lear. Let me not ftay a iot for dinner, gogetitrea-
dy:hownow,what art thou ?
Kent. A man Sir.
Lear, What doft thou profeiTe ? What would'ft thou
with vs}
Kent, I do profeiTe to be no lelTe then I feemejto ferue
him truely that will put me in truft, to loue him that is
honeft,to conuerfe with him that is wife and faies little,to
feare iudgement, to fight when 1 cannot choofe, and to
eate no fifh.
Lear. What art thou ?
Kent. A very honeft hearted Fellow, and as poore as
the King.
Lear. If thou be'ft as poore for a fubiedl, as hee's for a
King,thou art poore enough. What wouldft thou?
Kent, Seruice.
Lear, Who wouldft thou ferue.^
Kent. You.
Lear, Do*ft thou know me fellow ?
Kent, No Sir,but you haue that in your countenance,
which 1 would faine call Mafter.
Lear. What's that ?
Kent, Authority.
Lear, What feruices canft thou do ?
Kent. I can keepe honeft counfaile, ride, run, marre a
curious tale in telling it, and deliuer a plaine melTage
bluntly : that which ordinary men are fit for, I am qual-
lified in,and the beft of me, is Dilligence.
Lear, How old art thou ?
Kent. Not fo young Sir to loue a woman for Anging,
nor fo old to dote on her for any thing. I haue yeares on
my backe forty eight.
Lear, Follow me, thou ihalt ferue me,if I like thee no
worfe after dinner, I will not part from thee yet- Dinner
ho,dinner,where's my knaue.^my Foole r[Go you and call
my Foole hither. You you Sirrah, where's my Daughter?
Enter Stevpard,
Ste. So pleafe you — Exit.
Lear. What laies the Fellow there ? Call the Clot-
pole backe : wher'smy Foole Ho, I thinke the world's
afleepe, how now ? Where's that Mungrell ?
Knigh. He faies my Lord, your Daughters is not well.
Lear. Why came not the flaue backe to me when I
call'd him ?
Knigh. Sir,he anfwered me in theroundeft manner, he
would not.
Lear, He would not ?
Knight, My Lord, I know not what the matter is,
but to my iudgement your HighneiTe is not entejtain'd
with that Ceremonious afFeétion as you were wont,
theres a great abatement of kindnelTe appeares as well in
the generali dependants, as in the Duke himfelfe alfo,and
your Daughter.
Lear, Ha í Sai ft thou lb ?
Knigh. I befeech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee
miftaken, for my duty cannot be filent, when I thinke
your HighneiTe wrong'd.
Lear. Thou but remembreft me of mine owne Con¬
ception, I haue perceiued a moft faint negleft of late,
which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curio-
fitie,then as a very pretence and purpofe of vniiindneiTe;
I will looke further intoo'ti : but where's my Foole ? I
haue not feene him this two daies.
Knight, Since my young Ladies going into France
Sir,
Seena Tertia.
Enter Gonerîîl^ and Stetvard.
Gon. Did my Father ftrike my Gentleman for chi¬
ding of his Foole ?
Ste. 1 Madam.
Gon, By day and night, he wrongs me, euery howre
He flaihes into one grofle crime, or other,
That fets vs all at ods : lie not endure it 5
His Knights grow riotous, and himfelfe vpbraides vs
On euery trifle. When he returnes fromhunting,
Í will not fpeake with him, fay I am ficke,
If you come flacke of former feruices,
You fhall do well, the fault of it He anfwer.
Ste. He*s comming Madam , I heare him.
Çon. Put on what weary negligence you pleafe,
You and your Fellowes: Pde haue it come to queftionj
If he diftafte it,let him to my Sifter,
Whofe mind and mine I know in that are one.
Remember what I haue faid.
Ste. Well Madam.
Qon. And let his Knights haue colder lookes among
you ; what growes of it no matter, aduife your fellowes
fo, He write ftraight to my Sifter to hold my courfejpre-
pare for dinner. Exeunt.
Seena Quarta.
Enter Kent.
Kent, If but as will I other accents borrow.
That can my fpeech defufcjmy good intent
May carry through it felfe to that full iflue
For which I raiz'd my likenefle. Now baniftit Kent y
If thou canft ferue where thou deft ftand condemned,
So may it come, thy Mafter whom thou lou'ft,
Shall find thee full of labours.
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'r,the Foole hath much pined away.
Lear, No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you
and tell my Daughter, I would fpeake with her. Goe you
call hither my Foolej Oh you Sir, you, come you hither
Sir> who am I Sir ?
Enter Stervard*
Ste. My Ladies Father.
Lear. My Ladies Father ? my Lords knaue, you whor-
fon dog, you ilaue, you curre,
Ste. I am none of thefe my Lord,
I befeech your pardon.
Lear. Do you bandy lookes with me, you Rafcall?
Ste. He not be ftrucken my Lord.
Kent. Nor tript neither, you bafe Foot-ball plaier.
Lear^ I thanke thee fellow.
Thou feru*il me,and lie loue thee.
Kent. Come fir,arife,away,lle teach you differences:
away, away, if you will meafure your lubbers length a-
gaine, tarry,but away,goe too,haue you wifedome,fo.
Lear. Now my friendly knaue I thanke thee, there's
earneft of thy feruice.
Enter Fooîe.
Foole, Let me hire him too,here's my Coxcombe.
Lear. How now my pretty knaue,how doft thou?
Foole. Sirrah, you were beil take my Coxcombe.
Lear. Why my Boy ?
Foole. Why? for taking ones part that's out of fauour,
nay, & thou canft not fmile as the wind fics,thou'lt catch
colde fhortly, there take my Coxcombe; why this fellow
ha's baniih'd two on's Daughters, and did the third a
blelTing againif his will, if thou follow him, thou muft
needs weare my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would
I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters.
Lear. Why my Boy?
Fool. If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my Cox¬
combes my felfe, there's mine, beg another of thy
Daughters.
Lear. Take heed Sirrah, the whip.
Foole. Truth's a dog muft to kennell, hee muft bee
whipt out, when the Lady Brach may ftand by'th'fire
and ftinke. ^
Lear. A peftilent gall to me.
Foole. Sirha, He teach thee a fpeech.
Lear. Do.
Foole. Marke it Nuncle ;
Haue more then thou fhoweft,
Speake Icfte then thou knoweft,
Lend lefe then thou oweft.
Ride more then thou goeft,
Learne more then thou troweft.
Set leiTe then thou throweft ;
Leaue thy drlnke and thy whore,
And keepe in a dore.
And thou ihalt haue more.
Then two tens to a fcore.
Kent. This is nothing Foole.
Foole. Then 'tis like the breath of an vnfeed Lawyer,
you gaue me nothing for't, can you make no vfe of no¬
thing Nuncle f
Lear. Why no Boy,
Nothing can be made out of nothing.
Foole. Prythee tell him, fo much the rent of his land
comes to,4he will not beleeue a Foole.
I^ear. A bitter Foole.
Foole. Do'ft thou know the difference my Boy, be-
tweene a bitter Foole, and a fweet one.
Lear. No Lad, teach me.
Foole. Nunckle, glue me an egge, and He giue thee
two Crownes.
iear. What two Crownes fliall they be ?
Foole, Why after I haue cut the egge i'th'middle and
eate vp the meate,the tWo Crownes of the egge : when
thou cloueff thy Crownes i'th'middle, and gau'ft away
both parts, thou boar'ft thine Affe on thy backe o're the
durt, thou had'ft little wit in thy bald crowne, when thou
gau'ft thy golden one away ; iff fpeake like my felfe in
this, let him be whipt that firft findes it fo.
Fooles had nere leffe grace in a yeere,
For wifemen are growne foppifti.
And know not how their wits to weare,
Their manners are fo apilh.
Le. When were you wont to be fo full of Songs firrah
Foole. I haue vfed it Nunckle, ere fince thou mad'ft
thy Daughters thy Mothers, for when thou gau'ft them
the rod, and put'ft downe thine owne breeches, then they
For fodaine ioy did weepe,
And I for forrow fung,
That fuch a King fliould play bo-peepe,
And goe the Foole among.
Pry'thy Nunckle keepe a Schoolemafter that can teach
thy Foole to lie, I would faine learne to lie.
Lear. And you lie firrah, wee'l haue you whipt.
Foole. I maruell what kin thou and thy daughters are,
they'l haue me whipt for fpeaking true : thou'lt haue me
whipt for lying, and fometimes 1 am whipt for holding
my peace. 1 had rather be any kind o'thing then a foole,
and yet I would not be thee Nunckle, thou haft pared thy
wit o'both fides, and left nothing i'th'middlej heere
comes one o'the parings.
Enter Gonerill.
Lear. How now Daughter? what makes that Frontlet
on ? You are too much of late i'th'frowne. ,
Foole. Thou waft a pretty fellow when thou hadft no
need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O with¬
out a figure, I am better then thou art now, I am a Foole,
thou art nothing. Yes forfooth I will hold my tongue,fo
your face bids me, though you fay nothing.
Mum, mum, he that keepes norcruft,not crum,
Weary of all,lhall want fome. That's a flieal'd Pefcod.
Gon. Not only Sir this, your all-lycenc'd Foole,
But other of your infolent retinue
Do hourely Carpe and Quarrell, breaking forth
In ranke,and(not to beendur'd) riots Sir.
I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you.
To haue found a fafe redreffe, but now grow fearefiill
By what your felfe too late haue fpoke and done,
That you protefl this courfe,and put it on
By your allowance, which if you ihould,the fault
Would not fcape cenfure,nor the redreffes fleepe.
Which in the tender of a wholefome weale,
Might in their working do you that offence.
Which elfe were lhame, that then neceffitie
Will call di|fcreet proceeding.
Foole. For you know Nunckle, the Hedge-Sparrow
fed the Cuckoo fo long, that it's had it head bit off by it
young, fo out went the Candle, and we were left dark¬
ling.
Lear. Are you our Daughter ? (dome
Gon. I would you would make vfe of your good wiiè-
(Whereof I know you are fraught),and put away
"Thefe difpofitions, which of late tranfport you
From what you rightly are.
Foole. May
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Foole, May not an AiTe know, when the Cart drawes
the Horfe ?
Whoop lugge I loue thee.
hear. Do's any heere know me ?
This is not Lear :
Do's Lear walke thus ? Speake thus ? Where are his eies?
Either his Notion weakens, his Difcernings
Are Lethargied. Ha ! Waking ? 'Tis not Co ?
Who is it that can tell me who I am ?
Foole. hears ihadow.
Lear. Your name, faire Gentlewoman ?
Gofi. This admiration Sir, is much o'th'fauour
Of other your new prankes. I do befeech you
To vnderftand my purpofes aright :
As you are Old, and Reuerend, ihould be Wife.
Heere do you keepe a hundred Knights and Squires,
Men Co diforder'd, fo debolh'd, and bold,
That this our Court infedted with their manners,
Shewes like a riotous Inne j Epicurifme and Luft
Makes it more like a Tauerne, or a Brothel),
Then a grac'd Pallace. The /hame it felfe doth fpeake
For inftant remedy. Be then defir'd
By her, that elfe will take the thing ihe begges,
A little to difquantity your Traîne,
And the remainders that /hall ftill depend,
To be fuch men as may befort your Age,
Which know themfelues, and you.
Lear, DarknelTe, and Diuels»
Saddle my horfes : call my Traine together.
Degenerate Baftard, He not trouble thee j
Yet haue I left a daughter.
Gon. You ftrike my people, and your diforder'd rabie,
make Seruants of their Betters.
Enter .Albany.
Lear. Woe, that too late repents :
Is it your will, fpeake Sir ? Prepare my Horfes.
Ingratitude | thou Marble-hearted Fiend,
More hideous when thou íKew'ft thee in a Child,
Then the Sea-monfter.
Alb. Pray Sir be patient.
Lear. Detefted Kite, thou lyeft-
My Traine arc men of choice, and rareft parts,
That all particulars of dutie know.
And in the moft exadt regard, fupport
The worlhips of their name. O moft fmall fault,
How vgly did'ft thou in Cordelia ihew ?
Which like an Engine, wrencht my frame of Nature
From the fixt place : drew from my heart all loue.
And added to the gall. O Lear^ Lear^ Lear |
Beate at this gate that let thy Folly in,
And thy deere lodgement out. Go, go, my people.
Alb. My Lord, I am guiltlelTe, as I am ignorant
Of what hath moued you.
Lear. It may be fo, my Lord.
Heare Nature, heare deere Goddefte, heare :
Sufpend thy purpofe, if thou did'ft intend
To make this Creature fruitful! :
Into her Wombe conuey ftirrility,
Drie vp in her the Organs of increafe.
And from her derogate body, neuer fpring
A Babe to honor her- If Ihe muft teeme.
Create her childe of Spleene, that it may liue
And be a thwart difnatur'd torment to her.
Let it ftampe wrinkles in her brow of youth.
With cadent Teares fret Channels in her cheekes,
Turne all her Mothers paines,and benefits
To laughter, and contempt : That Ihe may feele,
How lharper then a Serpents tooth it is,
To haue a thanklefle Clnlde. Away, away. Exit.
Alb. Now Gods that we adore,
Whereof comes this ?
Gon. Neuer atflidl your felfe to know more of it :
But let his difpoficion haue that fcope
As dotage giues it.
Enter Lear.
Lear. What fiftie of my Followers at a clap ?
Within a fortnight?
Alb. What's the matter, Sir ?
Lear, lie tell thee :
Life and death, I am aiham'd
That thou haft power to lhake my manhood thus.
That thefe hot teares, which breake from me perforce
Should make thee worth them.
Blaftes and Fogges vpon thee î
Th'vntented woundings of a Fathers curfe
Pierce euerie fenfe about thee. Old fond eyes,
Beweepe this caufe againe. He plucke ye out.
And caft you with the waters that you loofe
To temper Clay. Ha? Let it be fo.
I haue another daughter,
Who I am fure is kinde and comfortable :
When ihe ihall heare this of thee, with her nailes
Shee'l flea thy Woluiih vifage. Thou ftialt finde,
That He refume the ihape which thou doft thinke
I haue caft off for euer. Exit
Gon. Do you marke that ?
Alb. I cannot be fo partiall Gonerilly
To the great loue I beare you.
Gon. Pray you content. What Ofcvaldy hoa ?
You Sir, more Knaue then Foole, after your Mafter.
Foole. Nunkle Lear., Nunkle Lear y
Tarry, take the Foole with thee :
A Fox, when one has caught her,
And fuch a Daughter,
Should fure to the Slaughter,
If my Cap would buy a Halter,
So the Foole followes after. Exit
Gon, This man hath had good Counfell,
A hundred Knights ?
'Tis politike, and fafe to let him keepe
At point a hundred Knights : yes, that on euerie dreame,
Each buz, each fancie, each complaint, diflike,
He may enguard his dotage with their powres.
And hold our liues in mercy. OJvpaldy I fay.
Alb. Well, you may feare too farre.
Gon. Safer then truft too farre 5
Let me ftill take away the harmes I feare,
Not feare ftill to be taken. I know his heart,
What he hath vtter'd I haue writ my Sifter :
If ihe fuftaine him, and his hundred Knights
When I haue ihew'd th'vnfitneffe.
Enter Stervard.
How now Ofvcald}
What haue you writ that Letter to my Sifter /
Steve. I Madam.
Gon. Take you fome company, and away to horfe,
Informe her full of my particular feare,
And thereto adde fuch reafons of your owne,
As-may compadl it more. Get you gone,
And
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And haften your returne; no, no, my Lord,
This milky gentlene/Te, and courte of yours
Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardon
Your are much more at task for want of wifedome.
Then prai'sd for harmefull mildnefle.
^ih. How farre your eles may p ierce I cannot tell;
Striulng to better, oft we marre what's well.
Gon. Nay then ——
aí/¿. Well, well, the'uent. Exeunt
Seena Quinta.
Enter Lear^ Kent y Qentlemanyand Foole.
Lear. Go you before to Gloßer with thefe Lettersj
acquaint my Daughter no further with any thing you
know, then comes from her demand out of the Letter,
if your Dilligence be not fpeedy, 1 ihall be there afore
you.
Kent. I will not ileepe my Lord, till I haue deliuered
your Letter. Exit.
Foole. If a mans braines were in's heeles, wert not in
danger of kybes ?
Lear, I Boy.
Foole, Then I prythee be merry, thy wit ihall not go
íllp-íhod.
Leear. Ha, ha, ha.
Fool. Shalt fee thy other Daughter will vfe thee kind¬
ly, for though ihe's as like this, as a Crabbers like an
Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. What can'ft tell Boy ?
Foole, She will tafte as like this as, a Crabbe do*s to a
Crab : thou canft tell why ones nofe ftands i'th^middle
on's face ?
Lear, No.
Foole, Why to keepe ones eyes of either fide*s nofe,
that what a man cannot fmell out, he may fpy into.
Lear^ 1 did her wrong.
Foole, Can'ft tell how an Oyfter makes his ihell?
Lear. No.
Foole, Nor I neitherj but I can tell why a Snaile ha*s
a houfe.
Lear. Why?
Foole. Why to put's head in, not to giue it away to his
daughters, and leaue his homes without a cafe.
Lear, I will forget my Nature, fo kind a Father ? Be
my Horfles ready ?
Foole. Thy Aifes are gone about 'emj the reafon why
the feuen Starres are no mo then feuen, is a pretty reafon.
Lear. Becaufe they are not eight.
Foole, Yes indeed, thou would'ft make a good Foole.
Lear. To tak't againe perforce; Monfter Ingratitude !
Foole, If thou wert my Foole Nunckle, Il'd haue thee
beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear, How's that ?
Foole. Thou ihouldft not haue bin old, till thou hadft
bin wife.
Lear, O let me not be mad, not mad fweet Heauen :
keepe me in temper, I would not be mad. How now are
the Horfes ready -f
Qent. Ready my Lord.
Lear, Come Boy.
FW. She that's a Maid now, & laughs at my departur^*
Shall not be a Maid long, vnleiTe things be cut ihorter.
Exeunt.
ABus Secundas. Seena Trima.
Enter Baßard^and Cur an^ Jeuer ally,
Baß. Saue thee Curan,
Cur, And your Sir, I haue bin
With your Father, and giuen him notice
That the Duke of Cornwall, and B.egan his DucheflTe
Will be here with him this night.
Baß, How comes that
Cur. Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes a-
broad, I meane the whifper'd ones, for they are yet but
eare-kiffing arguments.
Baß, Not I : pray you what are they ?
Qur, Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward,
'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall,-ini Albany?
Baß, Not a word.
Cur, You may do then in time.
Fare you well Sir. Exit.
Bañ, The Duke be here to night i The better beft,
This weaues it felfe perforce into my bufinefle.
My Father hath fet guard to take my Brother,
And I haue one thing of a queazie queftion
Which I muft aft, BriefenelTe, and Fortune worke.
Enter Edgar,
Brother, a word, difcend; Brother I fay.
My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is giuen where you are hid ;
You haue now the good aduantage of the night,
Haue you not fpoken 'gainft the Duke of CornewalR
Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night,i'th' hafte.
And Regan with him, haue you nothing faid
Vpon his partie 'gainft the Duke of Albany ?
Aduife your felfe.
Edg, I am fure on't, not a word.
Baß, I heare my Father comming, pardon me:
In cunning, I muft draw my Sword vpon you .•
Draw, feeme to defend your felfe.
Now quit you well.
Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here.
Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, fo farewell.
Exit Edgar,
Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion
Of my more fierce endeauour. I haue feene drunkards
Do more then this in fport; Father, Father,
Stop, flop, no helpe.'
Enter Gloßer, and Seruanis with Torches.
Qlo, Now Edmund, where's the villaine ?
Baß, Here flood he in the dark, his lharpe Sword out,
Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone
To ftand aufpicious Miftris.
ÇI0, But where is he ?
Baß, Looke Sir, I bleed.
Glo, Where is the villaine, Edmund?
Baß. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.
Glo, Purfue him,ho;go after. By no meanes,what?
Baß, Perfwade me to the murther of your Lordlhip,
But
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But that I told him the reuenging Gods,
'Gainft Paricides did all the thunder bend,
Spoke with how manifold,and ftrong aBond
The Child was bound to'th' Father} Sir in fine,
Seeing how lothly oppofite I ftood
To his vnnaturall purpofejn fell motion
With his prepared Sword, he charges home
My vnprouided body,latch'd mine arme}
And when he faw my beft alarum'd fpirits
Bold in the quarrels right, rouzM to th*encounter,
Or whether gafted by the noyfe 1 made,
Full fodainely he fled.
Gloji. Let him fly farre;
Not in this Land ihall he remaine vncaught
And found} difpatchjthe Noble Duke my Mafter,
My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night,
By his authoritie I will proclaime it,
That he which finds him ihall deferue our thankes,
Bringing the murderous Coward to the flake :
He that conceales him death.
^afi. When I diíTwaded him from his intent.
And found him pight to doe it, with curft fpeech
I threatened to diicouer him; he replied.
Thou vnpoflefiing Baflard,dofl thou thinke,
If I would fland againfl thee, would the repofall
Of any trufl, vertue, or worth in thee
Make thy words faithM í No, what fliould I denie,
(As this 1 would, though thou didft produce
My very Charadler) Pld turne it all
To thy fuggeftion,plot,and damned prailife :
And thou mufl make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potentiall fpirits
To make thee fceke it. Tucl^ef rrUhin*
Glo. O ftrange and faflned Villaine,
Would he deny his Letter,faid he?
Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes}
All Ports lie barre, the villaine ihall not fcape.
The Duke mufl grant me that : befides, his pidlure
I will fend farre and neere,that all the kingdome
May haue due note of him,and of my land,
(Loyall and naturall Boy) lie worke the meanes
To make thee capable«
Enter Cornerrall^ Regan ^ and Attendants,
Corn. How now my Noble friend, fince I came hither
(Which I can call but now,) I haue heard ftrangeneíTe.
Reg. If it be true,all vengeance comes too fliort
Which can purfue th'ofFender} how doft my Lord í
Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack'd,it's crack'd.
R^eg. What, did my Fathers Godfonne feeke your life?
He whom my Father nam'd,your Edgar}
Glo. O* Lady, Lady, ihame would haue it hid.
Äe^.Was he not companion with the riotous Knights
That tended vpon my Father ?
Glo. I know not Madam, *tis too bad, too bad.
^aß. Yes Madamfhe was of that confort.
Reg. No maruaile then,though he were ill afFeíled,
*Tis they haue put him on the old mans death.
To haue th*expence and waft of his Reuenues:
I haue this prefent euening from my Sifter
Beene well informed of them, and with fuch cautions,
That if they come to foiourne at my houfe,
He not be there.
Cor. Nor IjaiTure thee
Edmundyl heare that you haue íhewne yout Father
A Child-like Office,
^añ. It was my duty Sir.
Glo» He did bewray his pra¿life,and receiuM
This hurt you fee,ftriuing to apprehend him.
Cor, Is he purfued ?
Glo, I my good Lord.
Cor, If he be taken, he ihall neuer more
Be fear*d of doing harme,make your owne purpofe,
How in my ftrength you pleafe: for you Edmundy
Whofe vertue and obedience doth this inftant
So much commend it felfe,you Ihall be ours.
Nature's of fuch deepe truft, we Ihall much need /
You we firft feize on.
^aß. I Ihall ferue you Sir truely,how euer elfe.
Glo. For him I thanke your Grace.
Cor. You know not why we came to vifit you ?
Reg. Thus out of feafon,thredding darke ey'd night,
Occafions Noble Gloßer of forne prize.
Wherein we muft haue vfe of your aduife.
Our Father he hath writ, fo hath our Sifter,
Of differences, which I beft though it fit
To anfwere from our home : the feuerall Meffengers
From hence attend difpatch,our good old Friend,
Lay comforts to your bofome,and beftow
Your necdfull counfaile to our bufineffes.
Which craues the inftant vfe.
Glo. I ferue you Madam,
.Your Graces are right welcome. Exeunt. Flourißo.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Kent, aad Steward Jeuerally.
Stew. Good dawning to thee Friend,art of this houfe?
Kent. J.
Stew. Where may we fet our horfes ?
Kent. I'th'myre.
Stew. Prythee,if thou lou'ft me, tell me.
Kent. I loue thee not.
Ste. Why then 1 care not for thee.
Kent. If I had thee in LifshuryP\n(o\à,\ would make
thee care for me.
Ste. Why do'ft thou vfe me thus ? I know thee not.
Kent. Fellow I know thee.
Ste. What do'ft thou know me for?
Kent. AKnaue, a Rafcall, an eater of broken meates, a
bafe, proud, ftiallow, beggerly, three-fuited-hundred
pound, filthy woofted-ftocking knaue, a Lilly-liuered,
aflion-taking, whorefon glaffe-gazing fuper-feruiceable
finicall Rogue, one Trunke-inheriting flaue, one that
would'ft be a Baud in way of good feruice, and art no¬
thing but the compofition of a Knaue, Begger, Coward,
Pandar, and the Sonne and Heire of a Mungrill Bitch,
one whom I will beate into clamours whining, if thou
deny'ft the leaft fillable of thy addition.
Stew. Why, what a monftrous Fellow art thou, thus
to raile on one, that is neither knowne of thee, nor
knowes thee ?
Kent. What a brazen-fac'd Varlet art thou, to deny
thou knoweft me ? Is it two dayes fince I tript vp thy
heeles, and beate thee before the King?Draw you rogue,
for
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for though It be night,yet the Moone ihines, He m^ke a
fop oth' Moonihine of you, you whorefon Cullyenly
Barber-monger, draw.
Sterp. Away,I haue nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw you Rafcall, you come with Letters a-
gainft the King, and take Vanitie the puppets part, a-
gainft the Roya] tie of her Father ; draw you Rogue, or
lie fo carbonado your ihanks, draw you Rafcal), come
your waies.
Ste, Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.
Kent. Strike you Haue : íland rogue, {land you neat
flaue,ftrike.
Stevp. Helpe hoa, murther, murther.
Enter Baflardy Cornewally Regariy Gießet, Seruants.
^aß. How now, what's the matter ? Part.
Kent. With you goodman Boy, if you pleafe, come,
lie fleih ye,come on yong Mailer.
G/o* Weapons? Armes? what's the matter here ?
Cor. Keepe peace vpon your liues, he dies that ftrikes
againe, what is the matter ?
Reg. The MelTengers from our Sifter, and the King ?
Cor. What is your difference, fpeake?
Stew. 1 am fcarce in breath my Lord.
Kent. No Maruell, you haue fo beftir'd your valour,
you cowardly Rafcall, nature difclaimes in thee:a Taylor
made thee.
Cor. Thou art a ftrange fellow,a Taylor make a man?
Kent. A Taylor Sir, a Stone-cutter, or a Painter, could
not haue made him fo ill, though they had bin but two
yeares oth'trade.
Cor. Speake yet, how grew your quarrell ?
Ste. This ancient Ruffian Sir, whofe life I haue fpar'd
at fute of his gray-beard.
Kent. Thou whorefon Zed, thou vnneceffary letter:
my Lord, if you will giue me leaue, I will tread this vn-
boulted villaine into morter, and daube the wall of a
lakes with him. Spare my gray-beard, you wagtaile ?
Cor. Peace firrah,
You beaftly knaue,know you no reuerence?
Kent. Yes Sir,but anger hath a priuiledge.
Cor. Why art thou angrie?
Kent. That fuch a flaue as this fliould weare a Sword,
Who weares no honefty : fuch fmiling rogues as thefe,
Like Rats oft bite the holy cordsra twaine,
Which are t'intrince, t'vnloofe : fmooth euery paflion
That in the natures of their Lords rebell,
Being oile to fire,fnow to the colder moodes,
Reuenge,affirme,and turne their Halcion beakes
With euery gall,and varry of their Mafters,
Knowing naught (like dogges) but following :
A plague vpon your Epilepticke vifage,
Smoile you my fpeeches, as I were a Foole ?
Goofe,if I had you vpon Sarum Plaine,
rid driue ye cackling home to Camelot.
Corn. What art thou mad old Fellow?
Gloß. How fell you out,fay that?
Kent. No contraries hold more antipathy.
Then I,and fuch a knaue.
Qorn. Why do'ft thou call him Knaue ?
What is his fault ?
Kent. His countenance likes me not.
Cor. No more perchance do's mine,nor his,nor hers.
Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be pUine,
I haue feene better faces in my time,
of King Lear.
Then ftands on any shoulder that I fee
Before me, at this inftant.
Corn. This is feme Fellow,
Who hauing beene prais'd for bluntneíTe,doth affeâ
A faucy roughnes,and conftraines the garb
Quite from his Nature. He cannot flatter he.
An honefl mind and plaine,he mufl fpealce truth.
And they will take it fo,if not, hee's plaine.
Thefe kind of Knaues I know, which in this plainnefle
Harbour more craft,and more corrupter ends.
Then twenty filly-ducking obferuants.
That ftretch their duties nicely.
Kent. Sir,in good faith,in fincere verity,
Vnder th'allowance of your great afpeil,
Whofe influence like the wreath of radient fire
On flicking Phoebus front.
Corn. What mean'ft by this ?
Kent. To go out of my dialedl, which you difcom-
mend fo muchj I know Sir, I am no flatterer, he that be-
guild you in a plaine accent, was a plaine Knaue, which
for my part I will not be, though 1 Ihould win yuur
difpleafure to entreat me too't.
Corn. What was th'ofïence you gaue him ?
Ste. I neuer gaue him any :
It pleas'd the King his Malier very late
To ftrike at me vpon his mifconftruilion.
When he compaâ,and flattering his difpleafure
Tript me behind:bemg downe,infulted, rail'd.
And put vpon him fuch a deale of Man,
That worthied him, got praifes of the King,
For him attempting, who was felfe-fubdued.
And in the flefliment of this dead exploit.
Drew on me here againe.
Kent. None of thefe Rogues, and Cowards
But .eiiax is there Foole.
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks ?
You ftubborne ancient Knaue, you reuerent Bragart,
Wee'l teach you,
Kent. Sir, I am too old to learne :
Call not your Stocks for me, I ferue the King.
On whofe imployment I was fent to you.
You fhall doe fmall refpefts, Ihow too hold malice
Againft the Grace, and Perfon of my Mafter,
Stocking his MeiTenger.
Corn. Fetch forth the Stocks;
As I haue life and Honour,there fhall he fit till Noone.
Reg. Till noone? till night my Lord,and all night too.
Kent. Why Madam, if I were your Fathers dog.
You fhould not vfe me fo.
^Peg. Sir,being his Knaue,I will. Stoc\s brought out.
Cor. This is a Fellow of the felfe fame colour.
Our Sifter fpeakes of. Come, bring away the Stocks.
Qh. Let me befeech your Grace,not to do fo.
The King his Mafter, needs muft take it ill
That he fo flightly valued in his Meffenger,
Should haue him thus reftrained.
Cor. lie anfwere that.
Reg. My Sifter may recieue it much more worfle.
To haue her Gentleman abus'd, affaulted.
Corn. Come my Lord,away. Exit,
Glo. I am forty for thee friend,'t¡s the Duke pleafure,
Whofe difpofition all the world well knowes
Will not be rub'd nor ftopt, He entreat for thee.
Kent.Ptny do not Sir,I haue watch'd and trauail'd hard.
Some time I fhall fleepe out, the reft He whiftle :
A good mans fortune may grow out at heeles:
Giue
T^he Tragédie
Giue you good morrow.
Çio. The Duke's too blamein this,
'Twill be ill taken. Exit,
Kent.Qooà King, that muft approue the common faw,
Thou out of Heauens benedidlion com'ft
To the warme Sun.
Approach thou Beacon to this vnder Globe,
That by thy comfortable Beames I may
Perufe this Letter. Nothing almoft fees miracles
But miferie. I know 'tis from Cordelia^
Who hath moll fortunately beene inform'd
Of my obfcured courfe. And Ihall finde time
From this enormous State, feeking to giue
LoiTes their remedies .All weary and o're-watch'd.
Take vantage heauie eyes, not to behold
This /hamefnll lodging. Fortune goodnight,
Smile once more, turne thy wheele.
Enter Edgar,
Edg. I heard my felfe proclaim'd,
And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
Efcap'd the hunt. No Port is free, no place
That guard, and moft vnufall vigilance
Do's not attend my taking. Whiles I may fcape
I will preferue myfelfe: and am bethought
To take the bafeft, and moll poorell lhape
That euer penury in contempt of man.
Brought neere to beallj my face lie grime with filth,
Blanket my loines,elfe all my haires in knots.
And with prefented nakednelTe out-face
The Windes, and perfecutions of the skie;
The Country giues me proofe, and prefident
Of Bedlam beggers, who with roaring voices,
Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes,
Pins, Wodden-prickes, Nayles, Sprigs of Rofemarie :
And with this horrible obie^l,from low Farmes,
Poore pelting Villages, Sheeps-Coates, and Milles,
Sometimes with Lunaticke bans, fometime with Praiers
Inforce their charitie : poore Turlygody poore
That's fomething yet : ^dgar I nothing am. Exit,
Enter Lear^Foole^and Gentleman.
Lea.^Th llrange that they Ihould fo depart from home,
And not fend backe my Mefiengers.
Gent. As I learn'd,
The night before, there was no purpofe in them
Of this remoue.
Kent. Haile to thee Noble Mailer.
Lear. Ha ? Mak'll thou this lhame ahy pallime ?
Kent. No my Lord.
Foole. Hah, ha, he weares Cruell Garters Horfes are
tide by the heads, Dogges and Beares by'th'necke,
Monkies by'th'loynes, and Men by'th' legs : when a man
ouerluftie at legs, then he weares wodden nether-Hocks.
Lear. What's he.
That hath fo much thy place miftooke
To fet thee heere?
Kent. It is both he and Ihe,
Your Son, and Daughter.
Lear. No.
Kent. Yes.
Lear, No I fay.
Kent. I fay yea.
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Kent. By luuo^ I fweare I.
Lear. They dürft not do't:
They could not, would not do't : 'tis worfe then murther.
To do vpon refpe<5l fuch violent outrage:
Refoiue me with all modeft hafte, which way
Thou might'll deferue, or they impofe this vfage,
Comming from vs.
Kent. My Lord, when at their home
I did commend your HighnelTe Letters to them,
Ere 1 was rifen from the place, that Ihewed
My dutie kneeling, came there a reeking Polle,
Stew'd in his hafte, hälfe breathlelTe, painting forth
From Gonerill his Miftris, falutations;
Deliuer'd Letters fpight of intermiftion,
Which prefently they read; on thofe contents
They fummon'd vp their meiney, ftraight tooke Horfe,
Commanded me to follow, and attend
The leifure of their anfwer, gaue me cold lookes,
And meeting heere the other Meflenger,
Whofe welcome I perceiu'd had poifon'd mine.
Being the very fellow which of late
Difplaid fo fawcily agalnll your HighnelTe,
Hauing more man then wit about me, drew;
He rais'd the houfe, with loud and coward cries,
Your Sonne and Daughter found this trefpalTe worth
The lhame which heere it fuffers. (way,
Foole. Winters not gon yet, if the wil'd Geefe fly that
Fathers that weare rags, do make their Children blind,
But Fathers that beare bags, lhall fee their children kind.
Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key toth' poore.
But for all this thou lhalt haue as many Dolors for thy
Daughters, as thou canft tell in a yeare.
Lear. Oh how this Mother fwels vp toward my heart!
Hißorica paffiOyào^r\t thou climlng forrow.
Thy Elements below where is this Daughter
Kent, Wirh the Earle Sir, here within.
I^ar. Follow me not, Hay here. Exit.
Gen. Made you no more offence,
But what you fpeake of?
Kent. None:
How chance the the King comes with fo fmall a number?
Foole. And thou hadft beene fet i'th'Stockes for that
queftion,thoud'll well deferu'd it.
Kent, Why Foole ?
Foole. Wee'l fet thee to fchoole to an Ant, to teach
thee ther's no labouring i'th' winter. All that follow their
nofes, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's
not a nofe among twenty,but can fmell him that's ftink-
ing; let go thy hold, when a greatwheele runs downe a
hill, leaft it breake thy necke with following. But the
great one that goes vpward, let him drawthee after :
when a wifeman giues thee better counfell giue me mine
againe, I would hause none but knaues follow it, fince a
Foole giues it.
That Sir, which ferues and feekes for gaine,
And folio wes but for forme;
Will packe, when it begins to raine.
And leaue thee in the ftorme,
But I will tarry, the Foole will ftay,
And let the wifeman fiie :
The knaue turnes Foole that runnes away,
The Foole noiknaue perdie.
Enter Lear^and Qloßcr:
Kent. Where learn'd you this Foole ?
Foole. Not i'th'Stocks Foole.
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Lear. Deny to fpeake with me ?
They are licke, they are weary,
They haue trauail'd all the night ? meere fetches,
The images of reuolt and flying off.
Fetch me a better anfwer.
Glo. My deere Lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How vnremoueable and fixt he is
In his owne courfe.
Lear. Vengeance, Plague, Death, Confufion :
Fiery ? What quality ? Why Glofitr, Qloßer,
I'ld Ipeake with the Duke of Cormwali, and his wife.
Glo. Well my good Lord, I haue inform'd them fo.
Lear. Inform'd them } Do'ft thou vnderftand me man.
Glo. I my good Lord.
Lear. The King would fpeake with Qornwall,
The deere Father
Would with his Daughter fpeake, commands, tends, fer-
Are they inform'd of this ? My breath and blood; (uice.
Fiery? "The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that
No, but not yet, may be he is not well.
Infirmity doth ftill negleft all office.
Whereto our health is bound, we are not our felues.
When Nature being oppreft, commands the mind
To fuft'er with the body ; He forbeare.
And am fallen out with my more headier will.
To take the indifpos'd and fickly fit.
For the found man. Death on my ftate : wherefore
Should he fit heere i This a£I perfwades me.
That this remotion of the Duke and her
Is prailife only. Giue me my Seruant forth;
Goe tell the Duke, and's wife, Il'd fpeake with them ;
Now,prefently : bid them come forth and heare me.
Or at their Chamber doore lie beate the Drum,
Till it crie fleepe to death.
Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you. Exit.
Lear. Oh me my heart ! My rifing heart ! But downe.
Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the
Eeles, when Ihe put 'em i'th' Pafte aliue, ihe knapt 'em
o'th' coxcombs with a fticke, and cryed downe wantons,
downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindnelfe to his
Horfe buttered his Hay.
Enter Cornewall, llegan, Gloßer, Seruants.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here Jet at liberty.
Reg. I am glad to fee your Highnefle.
Lear. Regan, I.thinke your are . I know what reafon
Iihaue to thinke fo, if thou Ihould'ft not be glad,
I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,
Sepulchring an Adultrtfle. O are you free ?
Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
Thy Sifters naught :oh Regan, ihe hath tied
Sharpe-tooth'd vnkindnefle, like a vulture heere,
I can fcarce fpeake to thee , thou'lt not beleeue
With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.
Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope
You lefle know how to value her deiert.
Then Ihe to fcant her dutie.
Lear. Say ? How is that ?
Reg. I cannot thinke my Sifter in the leaft
Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance
She haue reftrained the Riots of your Followres,
'Tis on fuch ground, and to fuch wholefome end.
As cleeres her from all blame,
Lear, My curfes on her.
Reg. O Sir, you are old.
Nature in you Hands on the very Verge
Of his confine : you fliould be rul'd, and led
By fome difcretion, that difcernes your ftate
Better then you your felfe : therefore I pray you.
That to our Sifter, you do make returne,
Say you haue wrong'd her.
lyear. Aske her forgiuenefle ?
Do you but marke how this becomes the houfe ?
Deere daughter, I confefle that I am old ;
Age is vnneceflary : on my knees I begge.
That you'l vouchfafe me Rayment, Bed, and Food.
Reg. Good Sir, no more : thefe are vnfightly trickes :
Returne you to my Sifter.
Lear. Neuer Regan :
She hath abated me of hälfe my Traine;
Look'd blacke vpon me, ftrooke me with her Tongue
Moft Serpent-like, vpon the very Heart.
All the ftor'd Vengeances of Heauen, fall
On her ingratefull top : ftrike her yong bones
You taking Ayres, with LameneflTe.
Corn. Fye fir, fie.
Le. You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her fcornfull eyes : Infeft her Beauty,
You Fen-fuck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrfull Sunne,
To fall, and blifter.
Reg, O the bleft Gods !
So will you wilh on me, when the raftl moode is on.
Lear. No Regan, thou ihalt neuer haue my curfe :
Thy tender-hefted Nature (hall not giue
Thee o're to harlhnefle : Her eyes are fierce, but thine
Do comfort, and not burne. "Tis not in thee
To grudge my pleafures, to cut off my Traine-,
To bandy hafiy words, to fcant my fiaes.
And in conclufion, to oppofe the bolt
Againft my comming in. Thou better know'ft
The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,
Effeils of Curtefie, dues of Gratitude :
Thy hälfe o'th'Kingdome haft thou not forgot.
Wherein I thee endow'd.
Reg. Good Sir, to'th'purpofe. Tucket roiihin.
Lear. Who put my man i'th'Stockes ?
Enter Steward.i
Corn. What Trumpet's that ?.
Reg. I know't, my Sifters : this approues her Letter,
That ihe would foone be heere. Is your Lady come ?
Lear. This is a Slaue, whofe eafie borrowed pride
Dwels in the fickly grace of her he followes.
Out Varlet, fromimy fight.
Corn. What meanes your Grace ?
Enter Gonerill.
Lear. Who ftockt my Seruant? Regan, I haue good hope
Thou did'ft not know on't.
Who comes here ? O Heauens !
If you do loue old men ; if your fweet fway
Allow Obedience ; if you your felues are old.
Make it your caufe : Send downe, and take my part.
Art not alham'd to looke vpon this Beard ?
O Regan, will you take her by the hand ?
Gon. Why not by'th'hand Sir? How haue I offended ?
All's not offence that indifcretion findes.
And dotage termes fo.
Lear. O fides, you are too tough !
Will you yet hold ?
How came my man i'th'Stockes ?
Corn. I fet him there, Sir : but his owne Diforders
Deferu'd
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Deferu'd much lefTe aduancement.
Lear. You ? Did you ?
Reg. I pray you Father being weake, feeme fo.
If till the expiration of your Moneth
You will returne and foiourne with my Sifter,
Difmifting hälfe your traine,come then to me,
I am now from home,and out of that prouifion
Which lhall be needftill for your entertainement.
Lear. Returne to her? and fifty men difmifs'd ?
No, rather I abiure all roofes,and chufe
To wage againft the enmity oth'ayre.
To be a Comrade with the Wolfe, and Owle,
Neceflities Iharpe pinch. Returne with her?
Why the hot-bloodied fra««,that dowerleffe tooke
Our yongeft borne, I could as well be brought
To knee his Throne,and Squire-like penfion beg.
To keepe bafe life a foote; returne with her ?
Perfwade me rather to be flaue and fumpter
To this detefted groome.
Gern. At your choice Sir.
Lear. 1 prythee Daughter do not make me mad,
I will not trouble thee my Child;farewell:
Wee'l no more meete, no more fee one another.
But yet thou art my flefli, my blood, my Daughter,
Or rather a difeafe that's in my flefli.
Which I muft needs call mine. Thou art a Byle,
A plague fore, or imbolfed Carbuncle
In my corrupted blood. But He not chide thee.
Let lhame come when it will, I do not call it,
I do not bid the Thunder-bearer flioote.
Nor tell tales of thee to high-iudging loue.
Mend when thou can'ft,be better at thy leifure,
I can be patient, I can ftay with Regan,
I and my hundred Knights.
Reg. Not altogether fo,
I look'd not for you yet, nor am prouided
For your fit welcome, giue eare Sir to my Sifter,
Forthofe that mingle reafon with your paflion,
Muft be content to thinke you old,and fo.
But flie knowes what (he doe's.
Lear. Is this well fpoken ?
Reg, I dare auouch it Sir, what fifty Followers ?
Is it not well ? What Ihould you need of more ?
Yea, or fo many ? Sith that both charge and danger,
Speake'gainft fo great a number? How in one houfe
Should many people, vnder two commands
Hold amity ? 'Tis hard,almoft impolTible.
Con. Why might not you my Lord, receiue attendance
From thofe that (he cals Seruants,or from mine ?
Reg. Why not my Lord ?
If then they chanc'd to flacke ye.
We could comptroll them; if you will come to me,
(For now I fpie a danger)I entreate you
To bring but fiue and twentie,to no more
Will I giue place or notice.
ifar. I gaue you all.
Reg. And in good time you gaue it.
Lear. Made you my Guardians,my Depofitarics,
But kept a referuation to be followed
With fuch a number ? What, muft I come to you
With fiue and twenty ? ^egan,ùàà you fo ?
Reg. And fpeak't againe my Lord, no more with me.
Lea. Thofe wicked Creatures yet do look wel fauor'd
When others are more wicked,not being the worft
Stands in fome ranke of praife,Ile go with thee.
Thy fifty yet doth double fiue and twenty.
And thou art twice her Loue.
Gern. Heare me my Lord;
What need you fiue and twenty ? Ten ? Or fiue ?
To follow in a houfe, where twice fo many
Haue a command to tend you ?
Reg. What need one ?
Lear. O reafon not the need ; our bafeft Beggers
Are in the pooreft thing fuperfluous.
Allow not Nature, more then Nature needs :
Mans life is cheape as Beaftes. Thou art a Lady;
If onely to go warme were gorgeous.
Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'ft.
Which fcarcely keepes thee warme,but for true'need:
You Heauens,giue me that patience,patience I need.
You fee me heere (you Gods)a poore old man.
As full of griefe as age, wretched in both.
If it be you that (litres thefe Daughtershearts
Againft their Father, foole me not fo much.
To beare it tamely:touch me with Noble anger.
And let not womens weapons, water drops,
Staine my mans cheekes.No you vnnaturall Hags,
I will haue fuch reuenges on you both,
That all the world (hall 1 will do fuch things.
What they are yet, I know not, but they (halbe
The terrors of the earth? you thinke He weepe,
No,He not weepe, I haue full caufe of weeping,
Storme and Tempeß.
But this heart (hal break into a hundred thoufand fiawes
Or ere He weepe; O Foole, I (hall go mad. i Exeunt.
Corn, Let vs withdraw, 'twill be a Storme.
Reg. This houfe is little, the old man an'ds people.
Cannot be well beftow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his owne blame hath put himfelfe from reft.
And muft needs tafte his folly.
Reg. For his particular ^ He receiue him gladly.
But not one follower.
Gon. So am I purpos'd.
Where is my Lord of Glofler ?
Enter Çlofier.
Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is rcturn'd.
Çlo, The King is in high rage.
Corn. Whether is he going?
Glo. He cals to Horfe, but will I know not whether.
Corn. 'Tis bed to giue him way,he leads himfelfe.
Gon. My Lord,entreate him by no meanes to ftay.
Glo. Alacke the night comes on, and the high windes
Do forely ruffle, for many Miles about
There's fcarce a Bu(h.
Reg. O Sir, to wilfull men,
The iniuries that they themfelues procure,
Muft be their Schoole-Mafters : (hut vp your doores.
He is attended with a defperate traîne.
And what they may incenfe him too, being apt.
To haue his eare abus'd, wifedome bids feare.
Cor. Shut vp your doores my Lord, 'tis a wil'd night.
My Regan counfels well;: come out oth'ftorme. Exeunt.
A5ÍUS Tertlus. Seena Trima.
Storme ñ'ilL Enter Kent^anda Gentlemanyfeueralfy,
Kent. Who*8 there befides foule weather?
Gen. One minded like the weather,moft vnquietly.
T r 2 Kent.
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Kent. I know you : Where's the King ?
Qent. Contending with the fret/ull Elements;
Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea,
Or fwell the curled Waters 'boue the Maine,
That things might change, or ceafe.
Kent. But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the Foole,¡who labours to out-ieft
His heart-ftrooke iniuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you,
And dare vpon the warrant of my note
Commend a deere thing to you. There is diuifion
(Although as yet the face of it is couer'd
With mutuall cunning^ 'twixt Albany, and Cornwall :
Who haue, as who haue not, that their great Starres
Thron'd and fet high ; Semants, who feeme noleffe,
Which are to France the Spies and Speculations
Intelligent of our State. What hath bin feene.
Either in fnuffes, and packings of the Dukes,
Or the hard Reine which both of them hath borne
Againft the old kinde King ; or fomething deeper,
Whereof ( perchance) thefe are but furni/hings.
Gent. I will taike further with you.
Kent. No,do not:
For confirmation that I am much more
Then my out-wall ; open this Purfe,and take
What it centaines, if you ffiall fee Cordelia,
(As feare not but you lhall) (hew her this Ring,
And (he will tell you who that Fellow is
That yet you do not know, Fye on this Storme,
I will go feeke the King.
Gent. Giue me your hand,
Haue you no more to fay
Kent. Few words, but to effeft more then all yet ;
That when we haue found the King, in which your pain
That way. He this : He that firil lights on him.
Holla the other. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Stormeßill. Snter Lear,and Foole.
Lear. Blow windes,& crack your cheeks; Rage, blow
You Catarafts, and Hyrricano's fpout.
Till you haue drench'd our Steeples, drown the Cockes.
You Sulph'rous and Thought-executing Fires,
Vaunt-curriors of Oake-cleauing Thunder-bolts,
Sindge my white head. And thou all-fliaking Thunder,
Strike flat the thicke Rotundity o'th'world,
Cracke Natures moulds, all germaines fpill at once
That makes ingratefiill Man.
Foole. O Nunkle, Court holy-water in a dry houfe, is
better then this Rain-water out o'doore. Good Nunkle,
in, aske thy Daughters bleíTing, heere's a night pitties
neither Wifemen, nor Fooles.
Lear. Rumble thy belly full ; fpit Fire, fpowt Raine :
Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;
I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindnelTe.
I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children;
You owe me no fubfcription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleafure. Heere I ftand your Slaue,
A poore, infirme, weake, and difpis'd old man :
But yet I call you Semile Minifters,
That will with two pernicious Daughters ioyne
Your high-engender'd Battailes, 'gainft a head
So old, and white as this. 0,ho I 'tis foule.
Foole. He that has a houfe to put's head in,has a good
Head-peece :
The Codpiece that will houfe,before the head has any ;
The Head, and he (hall Lowfe ; fo Beggers marry many.
The man y makes his Toe, what he his Hart (hold make.
Shall of a Corne cry woe, and turne his lleepe to wake.
For there was neuer yet faire woman, but (hee made
mouthes in a glalTe.
Enter Kent.
Lear. No, I will be the patterne of all patience,
1 will fay nothing.
Kent. Who's there ?
Foole. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a
Wifeman, and a Fooie.
Kent. Alas Sir are you here? Things that loue night.
Loue not fuch nights as thefe : The wrathfull Skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the darke
And make them keepe their Caues : Since 1 was man.
Such (beets of Fire, fuch burfts of horrid Thunder,
Such groanes of roaring Winde, and Raine, 1 neuer
Remember to haue heard. Mans Nature cannot carry
Th'affliition, nor the feare.
Lear. Let the great Goddes
That keepe this dreadfull pudder o're our heads.
Finde out their enemies now. Tremble thou Wretch,
That haft within thee vndivulged Crimes
Vnwhipt of luftice. Hide thee, thou Bloudy hand ;
Thou Periur'd, and thou Simular of Vertue
That art Inceftuous. Caytiffe, to peeces (hake
That vnder couert, and conuenient feeming
Ha's praftis'd on mans life. Clofe pent-vp guilts,
Riue your concealing Continents, and cry
Thefe dreadfull Summoners grace. I am a man.
More (inn'd againft, then finning.
Kent. Alacke, bare-headed ?
Gracious my Lord, hard by beere is a Houell,
Some friendlhip will it lend you 'gainft the Tempeft :
Repofe you there, while 1 to this hard houfe,
( More harder then the ftones whereof'tis rais'd,
Which euen but now, demanding after you,
Deny'd me to come in) returne, and force
Their fcanted curtelie.
Lear. My wits begin to turne.
Come on my boy. How doft my boy ? Art cold ?
I am cold my felfe. Where is this ftraw, my Fellow ?
The Art of our NecelTities is ftrange.
And can make vilde things precious.Come,your Houel ;
Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heart
That's forty yet for thee.
Foole. He that has and a little-tyne wit.
With heigh-ho, the Winde and the Raine,
Muft make content with his Fortunes fit.
Though the Raine it raineth euery day.
Le. True Boy : Come bring vs to this Houell. Exit.
Foole. This is a braue night to coole a Curtizan :
He fpeake a Prophefie ere 1 go :
When Prielts are more in word, then matter;
When Brewers marre their Malt with water;
When Nobles are their Taylors Tutors,
No Heretiques burn'd, but wenches Sutors ;
When euery Cafe in Law, is right;
No Squire in debt, nor no poore Knight ;
When Slanders do not liue in Tongues ;
Nor Cut-purfes come not to throngs;
When Vlurers tell their Gold i'th'Field,
And
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And,Baudes,and whores, do Churches build,
Then /hal the Realme of j4lbion y comt to great confulion :
Then comes the time, who Hues to fee't,
That going ihalbe vsM with feet. (time.
This prophecie Merlin ihall make, for I Hue before his
Exit.
To fliut me out? Poure on,I will endure:
In fuch a night as this? 0 Regan,Qonerill,
Your old kind Father, whofe franke heart gaue all,
O that way madneflTe lies, let me Ihun that :
No more of that.
Kent. Good my Lord enter here.
Lear. Prythee go in thy felfe,feeke thine owne eafe.
This tempett will not giue me leaue to pander
On things would hurt me more, but He goe in,
In Boy, g 0 firtt. You houfelefle pouertie. Exit.
Nay get thee in; He pray,and then He lleepe.
Poore naked wretches, where fo ere you are
That bide the pelting of this pittilefle ttorme.
How lhall your Houfe-lefle heads, and vnfed fides.
Your lop'd,and window'd raggednefle defend you
From feafons fuch as thefe ? O I haue tane
Too little care of this : Take Phyficke, Pompe,
Expofe thy felfe to feele what wretches feele.
That thou maitt fliake the fuperflux to them.
And Ihew the Heauens more iutt.
Enter Edgar,and Foole.
Edg. Fathom,and hälfe,Fathom and hälfe;poore Tom.
Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle, here's a fpirit, helpe
me, helpe me.
Kent. Giue me thy hand, who's there Í
Foole. A fpirite, a fpirite, he fayes his name's poore
Tom.
Kent. What art thou that dott grumble there i'th'
ttraw ? Come forth.
Edg. Away, the foule Fiend followes me, through the
/harpe Hauthorne blow the windes. Humh, goe to thy
bed and warme thee.
Lear. Did'tt thou giue all to thy Daughters ? And art
thou come to thisf
Edgar. Who giues any thing to poore Bom ? Whom
the foule fiend hath led though Fire, and through Flame,
through Sword, and Whirle-Poole, o're Bog, and Quag¬
mire, that hath laid Kniuesvnder his Pillow, and Halters
in his Pue, fet Rats-bane by his Porredge, made him
Proud of heart, to ride on a Bay trotting Horfe, ouer foure
incht Bridges, to courfe his owne Ihadow for a Traitor,
Bli/Te thy flue Wits, Boms a cold, O do, de, do, de, do de,
blifle thee from Whirle-Windes, Starre-blatting, and ta¬
king, do poore Bom fome charitie, whom the foule Fiend
vexes. There could I haue him now, and there, and there
ag ai ne,and there. Stormeßill.
Lear. Ha's his Daughters brought him to this palTe ?
Could'tt thou faue nothing? Would'tt thou giue 'em all?
Foole. Nay, he referu'd a Blanket, elfe we had bin all
iham'd.
Lea. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre
Hang fated o're mens faults, light on thy Daughters,
Kent. He hath no Daughters Sir.
Lear. Death Traitor, nothing could haue fubdu'd
To fuch a lowne/Te, but his vnkind Daughters. (Nature
Is it the fa/hion, that difcarded Fathers,
Should haue thus little mercy on their fle/h:
ludicious punifliment, 'twas this fle/h begot
Thofe Pelicane Daughters.
Edg. Pillicock fat on Pillicock hill, alow;alow,loo,loo.
Foole. This cold night will turne vs all to Fooles, and
Madmen.
Edgar. Take heed o'th'foule Fiend, obey thy Pa¬
rents, keepe thy words luttice, fweare not, commit not,
r r 3 with
Scana Tertia.
Enter Qloßer ,and Edmund.
GIo. Alacke, alacke Edmund, I like not this vnnaturall
dealingjwhen I defired their leaue that I might pity him,
they tooke from me the vfe of mine owne houfe, charg'd
me on paine of perpetuall difpleafure, neither to fpeake
of him,entreat for him, or any way fuftaine him,
"Baß. Moft fauage and vnnaturall.
do. Go too; fay you nothing. There is diuilion be-
tweene the Dukes, and a worfle matter then that; I haue
receiued a Letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be fpoken,
I haue lock'd the Letter in my ClolTet, thefe iniuries the
King now beares, will be reuenged home; ther is part of
a Power already footed, we muft incline to the King, I
will looke him, and priuily relieue him ; goe you and
maintaine talke with the Duke, that my charity be not of
him perceiued; If he aske for me, I am ill, and gone to
bed, if I die for it, (as no lefle is threatned me) the King
my old Matter mutt,be relieued. There is ttrange things
toward Edmund,fr3y you be carefull. Exit,
Baß, This Curtefie forbid thee, fliall the Duke
. Inttantly know, and of that Letter too;
This feemes a faire deferuing, and mutt draw me
That which my Father loofes:no lelTe then all.
The yonger rifes, when the old doth fall. Exit.
Seena Quarta.
Enter Lear, Kent, and Foole.
Kent.t Here is the place my Lord, good my Lord enter.
The tirrany of the open night's too rough
For Nature to endure. Stormeßiil
Lear. Let me alone.
Kent. Good my Lord enter heere.
Ixar. Wilt breake my heart i
Kent. I had rather breake mine owne.
Good my Lord enter.
Lear. Thou think'ft 'tis much that this contentious
Inuades vs to the skinfo ¡'tis to thee, (ttorme
But where the greater malady is fixt.
The lefler is fcarce felt. Thou'dtt fliun a Beare,
But if they flight lay toward the roaring Sea,
Thou'dtt meete the Beare i'th' mouth, when the mind's
The bodies delicate : the tempett in my mind, free.
Doth from my fences take all feeling elfe.
Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude.
Is it not as this mouth Ihould teare this hand
For lifting food too't i But 1 will punilh home;
No, I will weepe no mote; in fuch a night.
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with mans fworne Spoufe ; fet not thy Sweet-heart on
proud array. Tornas a cold.
Lear. What haft thou bin ?
Bdg. A Seruingman ? Proud in heart, and minde; that
curl'd my haire, wore Gloues in my cap ; feru'd the Luft
of my Miftris heart, and did the aâe of darkenefte with
her. Swore as many Oathes, as I fpake words, & broke
them in the fweet face of Heauen. One, that flept in the
contriuing of Luft, and wak'd to doe it. Wine lou'd I
deerely. Dice deerely ; and in Woman, out-Faramour'd
the Türke. Falfe of heart, light of eare, bloody of hand ;
Hog in iloth, Foxe in ftealth, Wolfe in greedinefle. Dog
in madnes, Lyon in prey.Let not the creaking of fliooes,
Nor the ruftling of Silkes, betray thy poore heart to wo¬
man. Keepe thy foote out of Brothels, thy hand out of
Plackets, thy pen from Lenders Bookes, and defye the
foule Fiend. Still through the Hauthorne blowes the
cold winde: Sayes fuum, mun, nonny,Dolphin my Boy,
Boy Sejey : let him trot by. Stormeßill.
Lear, Thou wert better in a Graue, then to anfwere
with thy vncouer'd body, this extremitie of the Skies. Is
man no more then this ^ Confider him well. Thou ow'ft
the Wörme no Silke ; the Beaft, no Hide ; the Sheepe, no
Wooll ; the Cat, no perfume. Ha ? Here's three on's are
fophifticated. Thou art the thing it felfe ; vnaccommo-
dated man, is no more but fuch a poore, bare, forked A-
nimall as thou art. Off, off you Lendings : Come, vn-
button heere.
Enter Gloucefler, nith a Torch.
Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented, 'tis a naughtie
night to fwimme in. Now a little fire in a wilde Field,
were like an old Letchers heart, a fmall fpark, all the reft
on's body, cold : Looke, heere comes a walking fire.
Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet ; hee begins at
Curfew, and Walkes at firft Cocke : Hee glues the Web
and the Pin, fquints the eye, and makes the Hare-lippe ;
Mildewes the white Wheate, and hurts the poore Crea¬
ture of earth.
Swithold footed thrice the old.
He met the Night-Mare, and her nine-fold j
Bid her a-light,and her troth-plight.
And aroynt thee Witch, aroynt thee.
Kent. How fares your Grace ?
Lear. What's he .>
Kent. Who's there ? What is't you feeke?
Glou. What are you there ? Your Names ?
Sdg. Poore Tom, that eates the fwimming Frog, the
Toad, the Tod-pole, the wall-Neut, and the water : that
in the furie of his heart, when the foule Fiend rages, eats
Cow-dung for Sallets ; fwallowes the old Rat, and the
ditch-Dogge ; drinkes the green Mantle of the ftanding
Poole : who is whipt from Tything to Tything , and
ftuckt, punilh'd, and imprifon'd : who hath three Suites
to his backe, fixe Ihirts to his body :
Horfe to ride, and weapon to weare :
But Mice, and Rats, and fuch fmall Deare,
Haue bin Toms food, for feuen long yeare :
Beware my Follower. Peace Smulkin, peace thou Fiend.
Glau. What, hath your Grace no better company
Edg. The Prince of Darkeneffe is a Gentleman. Modo
he's call'd, and oMahu.
(flou. Our fleih and blood, my Lord, is growne fo
vilde, that it doth hate what gets it.
Edg. Poore Tom's a cold.
Glou. Go in with me ; my duty cannot fuffer
T'obey in all your daughters hard commands :
Though their Iniun£hon be to barre my doores,
And let this Tyrannous night take hold vpon you,
Vet haue I ventured to come feeke you out.
And bring you where both fire, and food is ready.
Lear. Firft let me talke with this Philofopher,
What is the caufe of Thunder }
Kent. Good my Lord take his offer.
Go into th'houfe.
Lear. He talke a word with this fame lerned Theban:
What is your ftudy ?
Edg. How to preuent the Fiend, and to kill Vermine.
Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate.
Kent. Importune him once more to go my Lord,
His wits begin t'vnfettle.
Qlou. Canft thou blame him ? Storm ßill
His Daughters feeke his death: Ah,that good Kent,
He faid it would be thus : poore banifh'd man :
Thou fayeft the King growes mad. He tell thee Friend
I am almoft mad my felfe. I had a Sonne,
Now out-law'd from my blood : he fought my life
But lately : very late : I lou'd him (Friend)
No Father his Sonne deerer : true to tell thee.
The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this ?
I do befeech your grace.
Lear. O cry you mercy. Sir :
Noble Philofopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a cold.
Glou. In fellow there, into th'Houel ; keep thee warm.
Lear. Come, let's in all.
Kent. This way, my Lord.
Lear. With him ;
I will keepe ftill with my Philofopher.
Kent. Good my Lord, footh him :
Let him take the Fellow.
Glou. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirra, come on : go along with vs.
Lear. Come, good Athenian.
ÇI0U. No words, no words, hufh.
Sdg. Childe Rowland to the darke Tower came.
His word was ftill, fie, foh, and fiimme,
I fmell the blood of a Brittilh man. Exeunt
Seena Quinta.
Enter Cornwall,and Edmund.
Corn. I will haue my reuenge, ere I depart his houfe.
'Baß. How my Lord, I may be cenfured, that Nature
thus glues way to Loyaltie, fomething feares mee to
thinke of.
Cornw. I now perceiue, it was not altogether your
Brothers euill difpofition made him feeke his death : but
a prouoking merit fet a-worke by a reprouable badneffe
in himfelfe.
"Baß. How malicious is my fortune, that I muft re¬
pent to be iuft .> This is the Letter which hee fpoake of;
which approues him an intelligent partie to the aduanta-
ges of France. O Heauens ! that this Treafon were not ;
or not I the deteilor.
Corn. Go with me to the Dutcheffe.
Baß. If the matter of this Paper be certain, you haue
mighty bufineffe in hand.
Corn.
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Corn. True or falfe, it hath made thee Earle of Glou-
cefter : feeke out where thy Father is, that hee may bee
ready for our apprehenfion.
Baß. If J finde him comforting the King, it will ftuffe
hisfufpition more fully. I will perfeuerin my courfe of
Loyalty, though the confli£t be fore betweene that, and
my blood.
Qorn. I will lay truft vpon thee : and thou Ihalt finde
a deere Father in my loue. Exeunt.
Seena Sexta.
Enter Kent, and Glouceßer,
Glou, Heere is better then the open ayre,take it thank¬
fully : I will peece out the comfort with what addition I
can : I will not be long from you. Exit
Kent, All the powre of his wits, haue giuen way to his
impatience ; the Gods reward your kindneíTe.
Enter Lear, Edgar, and Foole.
Edg, Fraterretto cals me, and tells me Neroh an Ang¬
ler in the Lake of Darknefle : pray Innocent, and beware
the foule Fiend.
Foole, Prythee Nunkle tell me, whether a madman be
a Gentleman,or a Yeoman.
Lear, A King, a King.
Foole. No, he's a Yeoman, that ha*s a Gentleman to
his Sonne : for hee^s a mad Yeoman that fees his Sonne a
Gentleman before him.
Lear, To haue a thoufand with red burning fpits
Come hizzing in vpon *em.
Sdg, Blefíe thy fiue wits.
Kent, O pitty : Sir, where is the patience now
That you fo oft haue boafted to retaine?
Sdg. My teares begin to take his part fo much,
They marre my counterfetting.
Lear. The little dogges, and all \
Trey, Blanch,and Sweet-heart : fee, they barke at me,
Sdg. Tom, will throw his head at them : Auaunt you
Curres, be thy mouth or blacke or white :
Tooth that poyfons if it bite ;
Maftiffe, Grey-hound, Mongrill, Grim,
Hound or Spaniell, Brache,or Hym :
Or Bobtaile tight, or Troudle taile,
Tom will make him weepe and waile.
For with throwing thus my head ;
Dogs leapt the hatch, and all are ñed.
Do,de,de,de : fefe : Come, march to Wakes and Fayres,
And Market Townes : poore Tom thy home is dry,
Lear. Then let them Anatomize %egan : See what
breeds about her heart. Is there any caule in Nature that
make thefe hard-hearts. You fir, I entertaine for one of
my hundred ; only, I do not like the faihion of your gar¬
ments. You will fay they are Perfian j but let them bee
changM.
Enter Gloßer.
Kent. Now good my Lord, lye heere,and reft awhile.
Lear, Make no noife, make no noife, draw the Cur-
taines : fo,fo,wee'l go to Supper i'th'morning.
Foole. And He go to bed at noone.
Glou. Come hither Friend :
Where is the King my Mafter?
Kent, Here Sir, but trouble him not,his wits are gon.
Glou, Good friend, I prythee take him in thy armes 5
I haue ore-heard a plot of death vpon him :
There is a Litter ready, lay him in't,
And driue toward Douer friend, where thou lhalt meete
Both welcome, and proteilion. Take vp thy Mafter,
If thou ihould'ft dally hälfe an houre, his life
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in affured loffe. Take vp, take vp.
And follow me, that will to fome prouifion
Giue thee quicke condufb. Come,come,away. Exeunt
Seena Séptima.
Enter Cornrvall, Regan, Gonerill, Baßard,
and Seruants.
Corn. Pofte fpeedily to my Lord your husband, ihew
hin this Letter, the Army of France is landed : feeke out
the Traitor Gloufter.
Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Gon. Plucke out his eyes.
Corn, Leaue him to my difpleafure. Edmond, keepe
you our Sifter company ; the reuenges wee are bound to
take vppon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your
beholding. Aduice the Duke where you are going, to a
moft feftiuate preparation : we are bound to the like. Our
Poftes ihall be fwift,and intelligent betwixt vs. Fare¬
well deere Sifter, farewell my Lord of Gloufter.
Snter Steward.
How now ^ Where's the King ?
Stew. My Lord of Gloufter hath conuey'd him hence
Some fiue or fix and thirty of his Knights
Hot Queftrifts after him, met him at gate.
Who, with fome other of the Lords, dependants,
Are gone with him toward Douerj where they boaft
To haue well armed Friends.
Corn, Get horfes for your Miftris.
Gon, Farewell fweet Lord,and Sifter. Exit
Corn. Edmund farewell : go feek the Traitor Glofter,
Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs :
Though well we may not paffe vpon his life
Without the forme of luftice : yet our power
Shall do a curt'fie to our wrath,which men
May blame, but not comptroll.
Enter Glouceßer,and Seruants,
Who's there? the Traitor?
Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he.
Corn, Binde faft his corky armes.
Glou, What meanes your Graces ?
Good my Friends confider you are my Ghefts :
Do me no foule play. Friends.
Corn, Binde him I fay.
Reg. Hard, hard : O filthy Traitor.
Glou. Vnmercifull Lady,as you are,rme none.
Corn. To this Chaire binde him,
Villaine, thou lhalt finde.
Glou. By the kinde Gods, 'tis moft ignobly done
To plucke me by the Beard.
Reg. So white, and fuch a Traitor ?
ÇI0U, Naughty Ladie,
Thefe haires which thou doft rauilh from my chin
Will quicken and accufe thee. I am your Hoft,
With Robbers hands, my hofpitable fauours
You
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You íhould not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Corn. Come Sir.
What Letters had you late from France?
Reg. Be Ample anfwer'd, for we know the truth.
Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Trai¬
tors, late footed in the Kingdome?
Reg. To whofe hands
You haue fent the Lunaticke King : Speake.
Glou. I haue a Letter gueflingly fet downe
Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart,
And not from one oppos'd.
Corn. Cunning.
Reg. And falfe.
Corn. Where haft thou fent the King ?
Glou. To Douer.
Reg. Wherefore to Douer ?
Was't thou not charg'd at perill.
Corn. Wherefore to Douer ? I.et him anfwer that.
Glou. I am tyed to'th'Stake,
And I muft ftand the Courfe.
Reg. Wherefore to Douer ?
Qlou. Becaufe I would not fee thy cruell Nailes
Plucke out his poore old eyes : nor thy Aeree Sifter,
In his Annoinced flefli, fticke boarifli phangs.
The Sea, with fuch a ftorme as his bare head.
In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp
And quench'd the Stelled Ares :
Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.
If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that fterne time.
Thou fliould'ft haue faid, good Porter turne the Key :
All Cruels elfe fubfcribe : but I lhall fee
The winged Vengeance ouertake fuch Children.
Corn. See't lhalt thou neuer.Fellowes hold y Chaire,
Vpon thefe eyes of thine. He fet my foote.
Qlou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,
Giue me fome helpe. O cruell! O you Gods.
Reg. One fide will mocke another : Th'other too.
Corn. If you fee vengeance.
Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord !
I haue feru'd you euer Anee 1 was a Childe :
But better feruice haue I neuer done you.
Then now to bid you hold.
Reg. How now, you dogge ?
Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin,
rid ihake it on this quarrell. What do you meane ?
C orn. My Villaine?
&r«.Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.
Reg. Giue me thy Sword. A pezant ftand vp thus?
Killes him.
Ser. Oh I am flaine : my Lord,you haue one eye left
To fee fome mifchefe on him. Oh.
Corn. Left it fee more,preuent it ; Out vilde gelly :
Where is thy lufter now ?
Glou. All darke and comfortleffe ?
Where's my Sonne Edmund ?
Edmund, enkindle all the fparkes of Mature
To quit this horrid aile,
Reg. Out treacherous Villaine,
Thou call'ft on him, that hates thee. It was he
That made the ouerture of thy Treafons to vs :
Who is too good to pitty thee.
Qlou. O my Follies I then Edgar was abus'd,
Kinde Gods, forgiue me that,and profper him.
Reg. Go thruft him out at gates, and let him fiaell
His way to Douer. Exit with Gloufler.
How is't my Lord? How looke you ?
Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt : Follow me Lady ;
Turne out that eyelefle Villaine : throw this Slaue
Vpon the Dunghill : 'R.egan, I bleed apace,
Vntimely comes this hurt. Giue me your arme. Exeunt,
Adius Quartus. Seena Trima.
Enter Edgar,
Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd.
Then ftill contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worft :
The loweft, and moft deieiled thing of Fortune,
Stands ftill in efperance, liues not in feare :
The lamentable change is from the beft.
The worft returnes to laughter. Welcome then.
Thou vnfubftantiall ayre that I embrace :
The Wretch that thou haft blowne vnto the worft.
Owes nothing to thy blafts.
Enter GlouSIer ,and an Oldman.
But who comes heere ? My Father poorely led ?
World, World, O world I
But that thy ftrange mutations make vs hate thee.
Life would not yeelde to age.
Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant,
And your Fathers Tenant, thefe fourefcore yeares.
Glou. Away, get thee away : good Friend be gone.
Thy comforts can do me no good at all.
Thee, they may hurt.
Oldm. You cannot fee your way.
Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes :
I ftumbled when I faw. Full oft 'tis feene.
Our meanes fecure vs, and our meere defefls
Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Sdgar,
The food of thy abufed Fathers wrath :
Might I but liue to fee thee in my touch,
I'ld fay I had eyes againe.
Oldm. How now ? who's there ?
Edg. O Gods ! Who is't can fay I am at the worft ?
I am worfe then ere I was.
Old. 'Tis poore mad Tom.
Edg. And worfe I may be yet : the worft is not.
So long as we can fay this is the worft.
Oldm. Fellow, where goeft i
Glou, Is it a Beggar-man ?
Oldm. Madman, and heggar too.
Glou. He has fome reafon, elfe he could not beg.
I'th'laft nights ftorme, I fuch a fellow faw;
Which made me thinke a Man, a Wörme. My Sonne
Came then into my minde, and yet my minde
Was then fcarfe Friends with him.
I haue heard more Ance :
As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods,
They kill vs for their fport.
Edg. How ftiould this be?
Bad is the Trade that muft play Foole to forrow,
Ang'ring it felfe,and others. Blefle thee Mafter.
Glou, Is that the naked Fellow ?
Oldm. I, my Lord.
Glou. Get thee away : If for my fake
Thou wilt ore-take vs hence a mile or twaine
Tth'way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue.
And bring fome couering for this naked Soule,
Which He intreate to leade me.
0 d. Alacke Ar, he is mad.
Qlou.
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Glou. 'Tis the times plague,
When Madmen leade the blinde :
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleafure :
Aboue the reft, be gone.
Oldm. He bring him the beft Parrell that I haue
Come on't, what will. Exit
Glou. Sirrah, naked fellow.
Edg. Poore Tom's a cold. I cannot daub it further.
Glou. Come hither fellow.
Sdg. And yet I muft :
BlefTe thy fweete eyes, they bleede.
Glou. Know'ft thou the way to Douer ?
Edg. Both ftyle, and gate ; Horfeway, and foot-path :
poore Tom hath bin fcarr'd out of his good wits. Blefle
thee good mans fonne, from the foule Fiend.
Glou. Here take this purfe, y whom the heau'ns plagues
Haue humbled to all ftrckes : that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier : Heauens deale fo ftill :
Let the fuperfluous, and Luft-dieted man.
That flaues your ordinance, that will not fee
Becaufe he do's not feele, feele your powre quickly :
So diftribution ihould vndoo excefle.
And each man haue enough. Doft thou know Douer?
Edg. 1 Malier.
Glou. There is a Clifte, whofe high and bending head
Lookes fearfully in the confined Deepe :
Bring me but to the very brimme of it.
And lie repayre the mifery thou do'ft beare
With fomething rich about me ; from that place,
I fhall no leading neede.
Edg. Giue me thy arme ;
Poore Tom fhall leade thee. Exeunt.
Oh, the difference of man, and man.
To thee a Womans feruices are due,
My Foole vfurpes my body.
Stev. Madam, here come's my Lord.
Enter Albany.
Gon. I haue beene worth the whiftle.
Alb. Oh Gonerill,
You are not worth the dull which the rude winde
Blowes in your face.
Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man.
That bear'ft a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs,
Who haft not in thy browes an eye-difcerning
Thine Honor, from thy fullering.
Alb. See thy felfe diuell :
Proper deformitie feemes not in the Fiend
So horrid as in woman.
Gon, Oh vaine Foole.
Enter a e^effenger.
Mef. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwals dead,
Slaine by his Seruant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloufter.
Alb. Glou Hers eyes.
Mef. A Seruant that he bred, thrill'd with remorfe,
Oppos'd againll the aft : bending his Sword
To his great Mailer, who, threat-enrag'd
Flew on him, and among'ft them fell'd him dead.
But not without that harmefull ftroke, which lince
Hath pluckt him after.
Alb. This Ihewes you are aboue
You luftices, that thefe our neather crimes
So fpeedily can venge. But (O poore Gloufter)
Loft he his other eye ?
Mef. Both, both, my Lord.
This Leter Madam, craues a fpeedy anfwer :
'Tis from your Siller.
Gon. One way X like this well, »
But being widdow, and my Gloufter with her,J
May all the building in my fancie plucke
Vpon my hatefull life. Another way
The Newes is not fo tart. He read, and anfwer.
Alb. Where was his Sonne,
When they did take his eyes?
Mef. Come with my Lady hither.
Alb. He is not heere.
Mef. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.
Alb. Knowes he the wickednelle ?
Mef. I my good Lord : 'twas he inform'd againll him
And quit the houfe on purpofe, that their punilhment
Might haue the freer courfe.
Alb. Gloufter, I liue
To thanke thee for the loue thou Ihew'dft the King,
And to reuenge thine eyes. Come hither Friend,
Tell me what more thou know'ft. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Qonerill, 'Baßard, and Stmard.
Gon. Welcome my Lord.I meruell our mild husband
Not met vs on the way. Now, where's your Mailer ?
Star. Madam within, but neuer man fo chang'd :
I told him of the Army that was Landed :
He fmil'd at it. I told him you were comming.
His anfwer was, the worfe. Of Glofters Treachery,
And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot,
And Cold me 1 had turn'd the wrong fide out :
What moft he fhould diflike, feemes pleafant to him ;
What like, offenfiue.
Gon. Then fhall you go no further.
It is the Cowilh terror of his fpirit
That dares not vndertake : Hee'l not feele wrongs
Which tye him to an anfwer : our wifhes on the way
May proue effefls. Backe Edmond to my Brother, '
Haften his Müllers, and condufl his powres.
1 muft change names at home, and giue the DiftafTe
Into my Husbands hands. This truftie Seruant
Shall palTe betweene vs : ere long you are like to heare
(If you dare venture in your owne behalfe)
A Miftrefles command. Weare this ; fpare fpeech.
Decline your head. This kifle, if it dürft fpeake
Would ftretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre :
Conceiue, and fare thee well.
Baß. Yours, in the rankes of death. Exit.
Gon. My moft deere Glofter.
Seena Tertia.
Enter xoitb Drum and Colours^ Cordeîiûy Çentlemen^
and Souldiours.
Cor, Alacke, 'tis he : why he was met euen now
As mad as the vext Sea, iînging alowd^
CrownM with ranke Fenitar, and furrow weeds,
With Hardokes, Hemlocke, Nettles, Cuckoo flowres,
Darnell
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Damell, and all the idle weedes that grow
In our fuftaining Corne. A Centery lend forth ;
Search euery Acre in the high-growne field.
And bring him to our eye. What can mans wifedome
In the reftoring his bereaued Senfe j he that helpes him,
Take all my outward worth.
Gent. There is meanes Madam :
Our fofter Nurfe of Nature, is repofe.
The which he lackes : that to prouoke in him
Are many Simples operatiue, whofe power
Will clofe the eye of Anguifli.
Cord. All bleft Secrets,
All you vnpublilh'd Vertues of the earth
Spring with^y teares ; be aydant, and remediate
In the Goodmans defires : feeke, feeke for him,
Leaft his vngouern'd rage, diflblue the life
That wants the meanes to leade it.
Enter e^ejjenger.
Mef. Newes Madam,
The Brittilh Powres are marching hitherward.
Cor. Tis knowne before. Our preparation Hands
In expeäation of them. O deere Father,
It is thy bufinefle that I go about : Therfore great France
My mourning, and importun'd teares hath pittied :
No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite.
But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd Fathers Rite :
Soone may I heare, and fee him. Exeunt.
Reg. I fpeake in vnderftanding : V'are 1 I know't,
Therefore I do aduife you take this note ;
My Lord is dead : Edmond, and I baue talk'd.
And more conuenient is he for my band
Then for your Ladies : You may gather more :
If you do finde him, pray you giue him this;
And when your Miftris hearts thus much from you,
I pray defire her call her wiledome to her.
So fare you well :
If you do chance to heare of that blinde Traitor,
Preferment fais on him, that cuts him off.
Stew. Would I could meet Madam, I fliould ihew
What party I do foUow.
Reg. Fare thee weU. Exeunt
Seena Quinta.
Enter Glouceßer, and Edgar.
Glou. When lhall I come to th'top of that fame bill ?
Sdg. You do climbe vp it now. Look how we labor.
Glou. Me thinkes the ground is eeuen.
Edg. Horrible fteepe.
Hearke, do you heare the Sea ?
Qlou. No truly.
Edg. Why then your other Senfes grow imperfeft
By your eyes anguifli.
Glou. So may it be indeed.
Me thinkes thy voyce is alter'd, and thou fpeak'ft
In better phrale, and matter then thou did'ft.
Edg. Y'are much deceiu'd : In nothing am I chang'd
But in my Garments.
Glou. Me thinkes y'are better fpoken.
Edg. Come on Sir,
Heere s the place : ftand ftill : how fearefull
And dizie 'tis, to caft ones eyes fo low.
The Crowes and Choughes, that wing the midway ayre
Shew fcarfe fo grofle as Beetles. Hälfe way downe
Hangs one that gathers Sampire : dreadfull Trade :
Me thinkes he feemes no bigger then his head.
The Fifliermen, that walk'd vpon the beach
Appeare like Mice : and yond tall Anchoring Barke,
Diminifli'd to her Cocke : her Cocke, a Buoy
Almoft too fmall for fight. The murmuring Surge,
That on th'vnnumbred idle Pebble chafes
Cannot be heard fo high. He looke no more,
Leaft my braine turne, and the deficient fight
Topple downe headlong.
Glou Set me where you ftand.
Edg. Giue me your hand ;
You are now within a foote of th'extreme Verge :
For all beneath the Moone would I not leape vpright.
Glou. Let go my hand :
Heere Friend's another purfe : in it, a lewell
Well worth a poore mans taking. Fayries, and Gods
Prolper it with thee. Go thou further off.
Bid me ferewell, and let me heare thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir.
Glou. With all my heart.
Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his difpaire.
Is done to cure it.
Glou. O you mighty Gods !
This world 1 do renounce,and in your fights
Shake
Seena Quarta.
Enter Regan, and Steward.
Reg. But are my Brothers Powres fet forth.'
Stew. I Madam.
Eeg. Himfelfe in perfon there?
Stew. Madam with much ado :
Your Sifter is the better Souldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund fpake not with your Lord at home?
Stew. No Madam.
Reg. What might import my Sifters Letter to him ?
Stew. I know not. Lady.
Reg. Faith he is poafted hence on ferions matter :
It was great ignorance, Gloufters eyes being out
To let him liue. Where he arriues, he moues
AU hearts againft vs : Edmund, I thinke is gone
In pitty of his mifery, to difpatch
His nighted life : Moreouer to defcry
The ftrength o'th'Enemy.
Stew. I muft needs after him. Madam, with my Letter.
"Eeg. Our troopes fet forth to morrow, itay with vs :
The wayes are dangerous.
Stew. I may not Madam :
My Lady charg'd my dutie in this bufines.
Reg. Why ihould flie write to Sdmund?
Might not you tranfport her purpofes by word ? Belike,
Some things, I know not what. He loue thee much
Let me vnfeale the Letter.
Stew. Madam, I had rather——
Reg. I know your Lady do's not loue her Husband,
I am fure of that : and at her late being heere.
She gaue ftrange Eliads, and moft fpeaking lookes
To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her bofome.
Stew. I, Madam ?
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Shake patiently my great aflliition ofF :
If 1 could beare it longer, and not fall
To quarrell with your great oppofelefle willes,
My fnufte, and loathed part of Nature Ihould
Burne it ielfe out. If Sdgar Hue, O blelTe him :
Now Fellow, fare thee well.
Edg, Gone Sir, farewell :
And yet I know not how conceit may rob
The Treafury of life, when life it felfe
Yeelds to the Theft. Had he bin where he thought.
By this had thought bin pall. Aliue, or dead?
Hoa,you Sir : Friend, heare you Sir, fpeake :
Thus might he palTe indeed : yet he reuiues.
What are you Sir ?
Clou. Away, and let me dye.
Edg. Had'ft thou beene ought
But Gozemore, Feathers, Ayre,
(So many fathome downe precipitating)
Thou'dli Ihiuer'd like an Fgge : but thou do'll breath :
Hall heauy fubllance, bleed'll not, fpeak'll, art found,
Ten Malls at each, make not the altitude
Which thou hall perpendicularly fell.
Thy life's a Myracle. Speake yet againe,
Çlou. But haue I falne, or no ?
Bdg. From the dread Somnet of this Chalkie Bourne
Looke vp a height, the Ihrill-gorg'd Larke fo farre
Cannot be fèene, or heard : Do but looke vp.
Gku, Alacke, I hade no eyes :
Is wretchednefle depriu'd that beneht
To end it felfe by death? 'Twas yet fome comfort,]
When mifery could beguile the Tyrants rage.
And frullrate his proud will.
Sdg. Giue me your arme.
Vp, fo : How is't? Feele you your Legges? You Hand.
Glou. Too well, too well.
Bdg. This is aboue all llrangenelfe,
Vpon the crowne o'th'Cliffe. What thing was that
Which parted from you ?
Qlou. A poore vnfortunate Beggar.
Edg. As I Hood heere below, me thought his eyes
Were two full Moones : he had a thoufand Nofes,
Homes wealk'd, and waued like the enraged Sea:
It was fome Fiend: Therefore thou happy Father,
Thinke that the cleerefl Gods, who make them Honors
Of mens Impollibilities, haue preferued thee.
Glou. I do remember now : henceforth He beare
Aflliâion, till it do cry out it felfe
Enough, enough, and dye. That thing you fpeake of,
I tooke it for a man : often'twould fay
The Fiend, the Fiend, he led me to that place.
Edgar. Beare free and patient thoughts.
Snter Lear.
But who comes heere ?
The fafer fenfe will ne're accommodate
His Mailer thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for crying. I am the
King himfelfe.
Sdg. O thou fide.piercing fight !
Lear. Nature's aboue Art, in that refpeil.Ther's your
Prelfe-money.That fellow handles his bow, like a Crow-
keeper : draw mee aj Cloathiers yard. Looke, looke, a
Moufe : peace, peace, this peece of toalled Cheefe will
doo't. "There's my Gauntlet, He proue it on a Gyant.
Bring vp the browne Billes. O well flowne Bird : i'th'
clout, i'th'clout : Hewgh. Giue the word.
Edg. Sweet Mariorum.
Lear. PalTe.
Glou. I know that voice.
Lear. Ha ! Gouerill with a white beard ? They flatter'd
me like a Dogge, and told mee I had the white hayres in
my Beard, ere the blacke ones were there. To fay I, and
no, to euery thing that I faid : I, and no too, was no good
Diuinity. When the raine came to wet me once, and the
winde to make me chatter: when the Thunder would not
peace at my bidding, there I found 'em,there I fmelt 'em
out. Go too, they are not men o'their words j they told
me, I was euery thing : 'Tis a Lye, I am not Agu-proofe.
Glou. The tricke of that voyce, I do well remember :
Is't not the King ?
Lear. I, euery inch a King.
When I do Hare, fee how the Subieû quakes.
I pardon that mans life. What was thy caufe ?
Adultery ? thou lhalt not dye : dye for Adultery ?
No, the Wren goes too't, and the fmall gilded Fly
Do's letcher in my fight. Let Copulation thriue :
For Gloullers ballard Son was kinder to his Father,
Then my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull Iheets.
Too't Luxury pell-mell, for I lacke Souldiers.
Behold yond fimpring Dame, whofe face betweene her
Forkes prefages Snow; that minces Vertue,& do's lhake
the head to heare of pleafures name. The Fitchew, nor
the foyled Horfe goes too't with a more riotous appe¬
tite i Downe from the walle they are Centaures, though
Women all aboue : but to the Girdle do the Gods inhe¬
rit, beneath is all the Fiends. There's hell, there's darke-
nes,there is the fulphurous pit; burning, fcalding, llench,
confumption : Fye,fie, fie ; pah, pah : Giue me an Ounce
of Ciuet ; good Apothecary fweeten my immagination :
There's money for thee.
Glou. O let me kilTe that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it firll.
It fmelles of Mortality.
Glou. O ruin'd peece of Nature, this great world]
Shall fo weare out to naught.
Do'll thou know me í
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough : doll thou
fquiny at me? No, doe thy worll blinde Cupid, He not
loue. Reade thou this challenge, marke but the penning
of it.
Glou. Were all thy Letters Sunnes, I could not fee.
Edg. I would not take this from report.
It is, and my heart breakes at it.
Lear. Read.
Glou. What with the Cafe of eyes?
Lear. Oh ho, are you there with me ? No eies in your
head, nor no mony inyour purfe? Your eyes are in a hea¬
uy cafe, your purfe in a light, yet you fee how this world
goes.
Glou. I fee it feelingly.
iear.What, art mad ? A man may fee how this world
goes,with no eyes. Looke with thine eares : See how
yond lullice railes vpon yond limpie theefe. Hearke in
thine eare : Change places, and handy-dandy, which is
the lullice, which is the theefe : Thou hall feene a Far¬
mers dogge barke at a Beggar ?
Qlou. I Sir.
Lear. And the Creature run from the Cur:there thou
might'll behold the great image of Authoritie, a Dogg's
obey'd in Office. Thou, Rafcall Beadle, hold thy bloody
hand : why doll thou lalh that Whore ? Strip thy owne
backe, thou hotly lulls to vfe her in that kind, for which
thou whip'll her. The Vfurer hangs the Cozener. Tho¬
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rough tatter'd cloathes great Vices do appeare : Robes,
and Furr'd gownes hide all. Place finnes with Gold, and
the ftrong Lance of luftice, hurtlelTe breakes : Arme it in
ragges, a Pigmies ftraw do's pierce it. None do's offend,
none, I fay none, lie able'em; take that of me my Friend,
who haue the power to feale th'accufers lips. Get thee
glaffe-eyes, and like a fcuruy Politician, feeme to fee the
things thou doft not. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my
Bootes : harder, harder, fo.
Edg. O matter, and impertinency mixt,
Reafon in Madneffe.
Lear. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough, thy name is Glouftert
Thou muft be patient ; we came crying h'ther :
Thou know'ft, the firft time that we fmellthe Ayre
We wawle,and cry. I will preach to thee ! Marke.
Glou. Alacke,alacke the day.
Lear. When we are borne, we cry that we are come
To this great ftage of Fooles. This a good blocke:
It were a delicate llratagem to ihoo
A Troope of Horfe with Felt : He put't in proofe.
And when I haue ftolne vpon thefe Son in Lawes,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Enter a Gentleman.
Gent. Oh beere he is : lay hand vpon him, Sir.
Your moft deere Daughter
Lear. No refcuer What, a Prifoner? I am euen
The Naturall Foole of Fortune. Vfe me well.
You fhall haue ranfome. Let me haue Surgeons,
I am cut to'th'Braines.
Gent. You lhall haue any thing.
Lear. No Seconds f All my felfe?
Why, this would make a man, a man of Salt
To vfe his eyes for Garden water-pots.I wil die brauely.
Like a fmugge Bridegroome. What? I will be louiall :
Come, come, I am a King, Maliers, know you that ?
Çent. You are a Royall one,and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in't. Come,and you get it.
You lhall get it by running : Sa, fa, fa, fa. Exit.
Gent. A light moft pittifull in the meaneft wretch.
Pall fpeaking of in a King. Thou haft a Daughter
Who redeemes Nature from the generali curfe
Which twaine haue brought her to.
Edg. Haile gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, fpeed you ; what's your will ?
Edg. Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.
Gent. Moft fure, and vulgar :
Euery one heares that, which can diftinguilh found.
Edg. But by your fauour :
How neere's the other Army ?
Gent. Neere,and on fpeedy foot : the maine defcry
Stands on the hourely thought.
Edg. I thanke you Sir, that's all.
Gent. Though that the Queen on fpecial caufe is here
Her Army is mou'd on. Exit.
Sdg. I thanke you Sir.
GJou.You euer gentle Gods, take my breath from me.
Let not my worfer Spirit tempt me againe
To dye before you pleafe.
Edg. Well pray you Father.
Glou. Now good fir, what are you ?
Sdg.Pi. moft poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows
Who, by the Art of knowne,and feeling forrowes.
Am pregnant to good pitty. Glue me your hand.
He leade you to fome biding.
Glou. Heartie thankes :
The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen
To boot, and boot.
Enter Steward.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize : moft happie
That eyelelTe head of thine, was firft iram'd llelh
To raife my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor,
Breefely thy felfe remember : the Sword is out
That muft deftroy thee.
Glou. Now let thy friendly hand
Put ftrength enough too't.
Stew. Wherefore, bold Pezant,
Dar'ft thou fopport a publilh'd Traitor? Hence,
Leaft that th'infedlion of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arme.
Edg. Chill not let go Zir,
Without vurther 'cafion.
Stew. Let go Slaue, or thou dy'ft.
Edg. Good Gentleman goe your gate, and let poore
Volke paffe : and 'chud ha' bin zwaggerd out of my life,
'twould not ha'bin zo long as 'tis, by a vortnight. Nay,
come not neere th'old man : keepe out che vor'ye, or ice
try whither your Coftard, or my Ballow be the harder;
chill be plaine with you.
Stew. Out Dunghill.
Edg. Chill picke your teeth Zir : come, no matter vor
your foynes.
Stew. Slaue thou haft flaine me:Villain, take my purfe;
If euer thou wilt thriue, bury my hodie.
And giue the Letters which thou find'ft about me.
To Edmund^iúe ofGloufter : feekehimout
Vpon the Englilh party. Oh vntimely death, death.
Edg. I know thee well. A feruiceable Villaine,
As duteous to the vices of thy Miftris,
As badneffe would delire.
Çlou. What, is he dead ?
Edg. Sit you downe Father : reft you.
Let's lee thefe Pockets ; the Letters that he fpeakes of
May be my Friends : hee's dead ; I am onely forry
He had no other Deathfman. Let vs fee :
Leaue gentle waxe, and manners : blame vs not
To know our enemies mindes, we rip their hearts.
Their Papers is more lawfull.
1l(eads the Letter.
LEt our reciprocan vowes be remembred. You haue manie
opportunities to cut him off; if your will want not,time and
place will be fruitfully offer d. "There ù nothing done. If bee
ret urne the Conqueror, then am I the Prifoner, and hi bed,my
Gaole,from the loathed warmth whereof, delitur me, andfup-
ply the place for your Labour.
Your ( Wife, fo I would fay) affedio-
nate Seruant. Gonerill.
Oh indinguifii'd fpace of Womans will,
A plot vpon her vertuous Husbands life.
And the exchange my Brother : heere, in rhe fands
Thee He rake vp, the pofte vnfanélified
Of murtherous Letchers ; and in the mature time.
With this vngracious paper ftrike the fight
Of the death-praflis'd Duke : for him 'tis well.
That of thy death, and bufineffe, I can tell.
Glou. The King is mad :
How ftiffe Is my vilde fenfe
That I Hand vp, and haue ingenious feeling
Of my huge Sorrowes ? Better I were diftrail,
So ihould my thoughts be feuer'd from my greefes.
Drum afarre off.
And woes, by wrong imaginations loofe
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The knowledge of themfclues.
Edg. Giue me your hand ;
Farre off methinkes I heare the beaten Drumme.
Come Father, lie bellow you with a Friend. Exeunt,
Sccena Séptima.
Enter Cordelia, Kent,and\ Gentleman.
Cor. O thou good Kent,
How /hall I Hue and worke
To match thy goodnelTe?
My life will be too Ihort,
And euery meafure faile me.
Kent. To be acknowledg'd Madam is ore-pai'd,
All my reports go with the modeft truth,
Nor more, nor dipt, but fo.
Cor. Be better fuited,
Thefe weedes are memories of thofe worfer houres :
J prythee put them off.
Kent. Pardon deere Madam,
Yet to be knowne Ihortens my made intent.
My boone I make it, that you know me not.
Till time, and I,thinke meet.
Cor. Then be't fo my good Lord;
How do's the King i
Gent. Madam fleepes ftill.
Cor. O you kind Gods ¡
Cure this great breach in his abufed Nature,
Th'vntun'd and iarring fenfes,0 winde vp.
Of this childe'changed Father.
Gent. So pleafe your Maiefty,
That we may wake the King, he hath flept long ?
Cor. Be gouern'd by your knowledge, and proceede
I'th'fway of your owne will : is he array'd ?
Enter hear in a chaire carried by Seruants
Gent. I Madam : in the heauinelTe of lleepe.
We put fre/h garments on him.
Be by good Madam when we do awake him,
I doubt of his Temperance.
Cor. O my deere Father, reftauratian hang
Thy medicine on my lippes,and let this ki/Te
Repaire thofe violent harmes,that my two Sifters
Haue in thy Reuerence made.
Kent. Kind and deere Prince/Te.
Cor. Had you not bin their Father, thefe white flakes
Did challenge pitty of them. Was this a face
To be oppos'd againft the iarring windes?
Mine Enemies dogge, though he had bit me.
Should haue ftood that night againft my fire,
Andwas't thou feine (poore Father)
To houell thee with Swineand Rogues forlorne.
In ihort, and mufty ftraw? Alacke, alacke,
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits, at once
Had not concluded all. He wakes,fpeake to him.
Gen. Madam do you, 'tis fitteft.
Cor. How does my Royall Lord ?
How fares your Maiefty }
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th'graue.
Thou art a Soule in bliire,but I am bound
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Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine owne teares
Do fcard,like molten Lead.
Cor. Sir, do you know me ?
Lear. You are a fpirit I know, where did you dye ?
Cor. Still, ftill, farre wide.
Gen. He's fcarfe awake.
Let him alone a while.
Lear.. Where haue I bin?
Where am I ? Faire day light
I am mightily abus'dj I Ihould eu'n dye with pitty
To fee another thus. I know not what to fay :
I will not fweare thefe are my hands; let's fee,
I feele this pin pricke, would I were a/Tur'd
Of my condition.
Cor. O looke vpon me Sir,
And hold your hand in benediflion o're me.
You muft not kneele.
Lear, Pray do not mocke me:
I am a very foolifli fond old man,
Fourefcore and vpward.
Notan houre more,nor le/Te :
And to deale plainely,
I feare I am not in my perfefl mind.
Me thinkes I /hould know you, and know this man.
Yet 1 am doubtfull : For I am mainely ignorant
What place this is:and all the skill I haue
Remembers not thefe garments : nor I know not
Where I did lodge laft night. Do not laugh at me,
For(asIam a man)l thinke this Lady
To be my childe Qordelia.
Cor. And fo I am : I am.
Lear. Be your teares wet f
Yes faith : I pray weepe not.
If you haue poyfon for me, I will drinke it :
I know you do not loue me, for your Sifters
Haue (as I do remember)done me wrong.
You haue fome caufe, they haue not.
Cor, No caufe,no caufe.
Lear. Am I in France?
Kent. In your owne kingdome Sir.
Lear, Do not abufe me.
Gent. Be comforted good Madam, the great rage
You fee is kill'd in him:defire him to go in.
Trouble him no more till further fetling.
Cor. Wilt pleafe your Highne/Te walke ?
Lear. You muft beare with me :
Pray you now forget, and forgiue,
I am old and fooli/h. Exeunt
A£ius Quint us. Seena Trima.
Enter with Drumme and Colourt ,Edmund,Eegan.
Gentlemen,and Souldiers.
'Baß. Know of the Duke if his laft purpofe hold.
Or whether lince he is aduis'd by ought
To change the courle, he's lull of alteration.
An d lelfereprouing, bring his confiant pleafure.
Reg. Our Sifters man is certainely mifcarried.
Baß. 'Tis to be doubted Madam.
Reg. Now fweet Lord,
f f You
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You know the goodneíTe I intend vpon you :
Tell me but truly, but then fpeake the truth,
Do you not loue my Sifter ?
iaß. In honour'd Loue.
S,eg. But haue you neuer found my Brothers way,
To the fore-fended place?
Baß. No by mine honour. Madam.
B.eg. I neuer Ihall endure her,deere my Lord
Be n ot familiar with her.
'Baß. Feare not,lhe and the Duke her husband.
Enter vUh Drum and Qohurs, Albany, Gonerill, Soldiers.
Alb. Our very louing Sifter, well be-met :
Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his Daughter
With others, whom the rigour of our State
Forc'd to cry out.
Regan. Why is this reafond ?
Gone. Combine together 'gainft the Enemie :
For thefe domefticke and particurlar broiles.
Are not the queftion heere.
Alb. Let's then determine with th'ancient of warre
On our proceeding.
%eg. Sifter you'le go with vs ?
Gon. No.
'Reg. 'Tis moft conuenient,pray go with vs.
Gon. Oh ho, I know the Riddle, I will goe.
Exeunt both the Armies.
Enter Edgar.
Edg.Kere your Grace had fpeech with man fo poore,
Heare me one word.
Alb. He ouertake you,fpeake.
Edg. Before you fight the Battaile, ope this Letter:
If you haue viíIory,let the Trumpet found
For him that brought itrwretched though Ifeeme,
I can produce a Champion, that will proue
What is auouched there. If you mifcarry.
Your bufinelTe of the world hath fo an end,
And machination ceafcs. Fortune loues you.
Alb. Stay till I haue read the Letter.
Edg. I was forbid it :
When time (hall ferue,let but jhe Herald cry,
And He appeare againe. Exit.
Alb. Why farethee well, I will o're-looke thy paper.
Enter Edmund.
Baß. The Enemy's in view,draw vp your powers,
Heere is the guelfe of their true ftrength and Forces,
By dilligent difcouerie, but your haft
Is now vrg'd on you.
Alb. We will greet the time. Exit.
'Baß. To both thefe Sifters haue I fworne my loue;
Each iealous of the other.as the ftung
Are of the Adder. Which of them (hall I take?
Both ? One? Or neither ?Neither can be enioy'd
If both remaine aliue : To take the Widdow,
Exafperates,makes mad her Sifter Gonerill,
And hardly (hall I carry out my fide.
Her husband being aliue. Now then, wee'l vfe
His countenance for the Battaile,which being done.
Let her who would be rid of bim,deuife
His fpeedy taking off. As for the mercie
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia,
The Battaile done, and they within our power.
Shall neuer fee his pardon : for my ftate.
Stands on me to defend, not to debate. Exit.
Seena Secunda.
Alarum within. Enter with Drumme and Colours,Lear,
Qordelia,and Souldiers,ouer the Stage, and Exeunt.
Enter Edgar,and Gloßer.
Edg. Heere Father, take the (hadow of this Tree
For your good hoaft : pray that the right may thriue :
If euer I retorne to you againe.
He bring you comfort.
Glo. Grace go with you Sir. Exit.
Alarum and Retreat within.
Enter Edgar.
Egdar. Away old man,giue me thy hand,away :
King Lear hath loft, he and his Daughter cane,
Giue me thy hand : Come on.
Glo. No further Sir,a man may rot euen heere.
Edg. What in ill thoughts againe i
Men muft endure
Their going hence, euen as their comming hither,
Ripenelfe is all come on.
Glo. And that's true too. Exeunt.
Seena Lertia.
Enter in conqtteß with Drum and Colours, Edmund, Lear,
and Cordelia, as prijoners, Souldiers, Captaine.
Baß. Some Officers take them away: good guard,
Vntill their greater pleafures firft be knowne
That are to cenfure them.
Cor. We are not the firft.
Who with beft meaning haue incurr'd the word :
For thee opprelfed King I am caft downe.
My felfe could elfe out-frowne falfe Fortunes fiowne.
Shall we not fee thefe Daughters,and thefe Sifters?
Lear. No,no,no,no: come let's away to prifon,
We two alone will fing like Birds i'th'Cage ;
When thou doft aske me bielfing. He kneele downe
And aske of thee forgiueneffe : So wee'l Hue,
And pray,and fing,and tell old tales,and laugh
At gilded Butterflies : and heere (poore Rogues)
Talke of Court newes,and wee'l talke with them too,
Who loofes,and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take vpon's the myftery of things.
As if we were Gods fpies : And wee'l weare out
In a wall'd prifon, packs and feils of great ones.
That ebbe and flow by th'Moone,
Baß. Take them away.
Lear. Vpon fuch facrifices my Cordelia,
The Gods themfelues throw Incenfe.
Haue I caught thee?
He that parts vs,lhall bring a Brand from Heauen,
And fire vs hence,like Foxes:wipe thine eyes.
The good yeares (hall deuoure them,flelh and fell.
Ere
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Ere they (hall make vs weepe ?
Weele fee e'm ftaru'd firft : come. Exit.
'Baß. Come hither Captaine,hearke.
Take thou this note, go follow them to prifon,
One ftep I haue aduanc'd thee, if thou do'ft
As this inftrufls thee, thou doft make thy way
To Noble Fortunes : know thou this, that men
Are as the time is; to be tender minded
Do's not become a Sword,thy great imployment
Will not beare queftion:either fay thou'lt do't,
Or thriue by other meanes.
Capt. He do't my Lord.
Baß. About it,and write happy, when th'haft done,
Marke I fay inftantly, and carry it fo
As I haue fet it downe. Exit Captaine.
Flouriß), Enter jVbany, Gonerill, Regan, Soldiers.
f
Alb. Sir, you haue Ihew'd to day your valiant ftraine
And Fortune led you well : you haue the Captiues
Who were the oppofites of this dayes ftrife:
1 do require them of you fo to vfe them.
As we fliall find their mérités, and our fafety
May equally determine.
Baß. Sir, 1 thought it fit,
To fend the old and miferable King to fome retention,
Whofe age had Charmes in it, whofe Title more.
To plucke the common bofome on his fide.
And turne our impreft Launces in our eies
Which do command them. With him I fent the Queen:
My reafon all the fame, and they are ready
To morrow,or at further fpace, t'appeare
Where you lhall hold your Seflion.
Alb. Sir, by your patience,
I hold you but a fubieft of this Warre,
Not as a Brother.
Reg. That's as we lift to grace him.
Methinkes our pleafure might haue bin demanded
Ere you had fpoke fo fiirre. He led our Powers,
Bore the Commillion of my place and perfon.
The which immediacie may well ftand vp.
And call it felfe your Brother.
Qon, Not fo hot :
In his owne grace he doth exalt himfelfe.
More then in your addition.
Reg. In my rights.
By me inuefted, he compeeres the beft.
Alb. That were the moft, if he Ihould husband you.
Reg. lefters do oft proue Prophets.
Gon. Hola, hola.
That eye that told you fo,look'd but a fquint.
Rega. Lady 1 am not well, elfe I fhould anfwere
From a full flowing ftomack. Generali,
Take thou my Souldiers,prifoners,patrimony,
Difpofe of them, of me, the walls is thine:
WitnelTe the world, that 1 create thee heere
My Lord,and Mafter.
Gon. Meane you to enioy him ?
Alb. The let alone lies not in your good will.
Baß. Nor in thine Lord.
Alb. Halfe-blooded fellow,yes.
Reg. Let the Drum ftrike,and proue my title thine.
Alb. Stay yet,heare reafon : Edmund, 1 arreft thee
On capitall Treafon ; and in thy arreft.
This guilded Serpent : for your claime faire Sifters,
I bare it in the intereft of my wife.
'Tis fhe is fub-contra¿ted to this Lord,
And I her husband contradiif your Banes.
If you will marry, make your loues to me.
My Lady is befpoke.
Gon. An enterlude.
Alb. Thou art armed Gloßer,
Let the Trmpet found :
If none appeare to proue vpon thy perfon.
Thy heynous,manifeft, and many Treafons,
There is my pledge : He make it on thy heart
Ere I tafte bread, thou art in nothing lelTe
Then I haue heere proclaim'd thee.
Reg. Sicke,0 ficke.
Gon. If not. He nere truft medicine.
"Baß. There's my exchange, what in the world hes
That names me Traitor, villain-like he lies.
Call by the Trumpet: he that dares approach;
On him, on you,who not, I will maincaine
My truth and honor firmely.
Enter a Herald.
Alb. A Herald,ho.
Truft to thy Angle vertue, for thy Souldiers
All leuied in my name, haue in my name
Tooke their difcharge.
Regan. My ficknelTe growes vpon me.
Alb. She is not well, conuey her to my Tent.
Come hither Herald,let the Trumper found.
And read out this. A Tumpetfounds.
Herald reads.
IF any man of qualitie or degree,sritbin the lißs of the Ar¬
my,will maintains vpon Edmund, fuppofed Earle of Gloßer,
that he is a manifold Traitor, let him appeare by the third
found of the Trumpet : he » bold in his defence. I Trumpet"
Her. Againe. a Trumpet.
Her. Againe. 3 Trumpet.
Trumpet anfveers within.
Enter Edgar armed.
Alb. Aske him his purpofes, why he appeares
Vpon this Call o'th'Trumpet.
Her. What are you ?
Your name,your quality,and why you anfwer
This prefent Summons?
Edg. Know my name is loft
By Treafons tooth : bare-gnawne,and Canker-bit,
Yet am I Noble as the Aduerfary
I come to cope.
.Alb. Which is that Aduerfary?
iifg.What's he that fpeakes for Edmund Earle of Glo-
'Baß. Himfelfe, what faift thou to him í (fter?
Edg. Draw thy Sword,
That if my fpeech offend a Noble heart,
Thy arme may do thee luftice, heere is mine :
Behold it is my priuiledge.
The priuiledge of mine Honours,
My oath,and my profeffion. I proteft,
Maugre thy ftrength,place,youth,and eminence,
Defpife thy vi¿lor-Sword,and fire new Fortune,
Thy valor,and thy heart,thou art a Traitor :
Falfe to thy Gods, thy Brother, and thy Father,
Confpirant 'gainft this high illuftirous Prince,
And from th'extremeft vpward of thy head.
To the difcent and duft below thy foote,
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A moft Toad-fpotted Traitor. Say thou no.
This Sword, this anne,and my heft fpirits are bent
T0 proue vpon thy heart, whereto I fpeaJte,
Thou lyeft.
'Baß. In wifedome I ihould aske thy name.
But lince thy out-ûde loak.es fo faire and Warlike,
And that thy tongue(fome fay) of breeding breathes.
What fafe,and nicely I might well delay.
By rule of Knight-hood, I difdaine and fpurner
Backe do 1 tolTe thefe Trealbns to thy head,
With the hell-hated Lye, ore-whelme thy heart,
Which for they yet glance by,and fcarely bniife.
This Sword of mine fliall giue them inlUnt way.
Where they ihall reft for euer. Trumpets fpeake.
jilb. Saue him,faue him. jilarumt. Fights.
Go«. This is praâife Glofler,
By th'law of Warre,thou waft not bound to anfwer
An vnknowne oppolite.-thou art not vanquilh'd.
But cozend,and be guild.
uilb. Shut your mouth Dame,
Or with this paper fliall 1 ftop it t hold Sir,
Thou worfe then any name,reade thine owne euiU :
No tearing Lady, I perceiue you know it.
Gon. Say if I do, the I awes are mine not thine,
Who can araigne me for't? Exit.
Alb. Moft monftrous ! O, know'ft thou this paper?
'Baß. Aske me not what I know.
Alb. Go after her,(he's defperate,gouerne her.
'Baß. What you haue charg'd me with,
That haue I done,
And more,much more,the time will bring it out.
'Tis paft, and fo am I : But what art thou
That haft this Fortune on me ? If thou'rt Noble,
I do forgiue thee.
Edg. Let's exchange charity:
I am no lefle in blood then thou art Edmond,
If more, the more th'haft wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar and thy Fathers Sonne,
The Gods are iuft,and of our pleafant vices
Make inftruments to plague vs :
The darke and vitious place where thee he got,
Coft him his eyes.
'Baß. Th'haft fpoken right,'tis true.
The Wheele is come full circle, I am heere.
Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophefie
A Royall Noblenefle : I muft embrace thee.
Let forrow fplit my heart, if euer I
Did hate thee, or thy Father.
Edg. Worthy Prince I know't.
All. Where haue you hid your felfe ?
How haue you knowne the miferies of your Father?
Edg. By nurfing them my Lord. Lift a breefe tale.
And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burft.
The bloody proclamation to efcape
That follow'd me fo neere,(0 our liues fweetnefle.
That we the paine of death would hourely dye.
Rather then die at once) taught me to (hift
Into a mad-mans rags, t'alTume a lemblance
That very Dogges difdain'd : and in this habit
Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings ,
Their precious Stones new loft .-became bis guide.
Led him,begg'd for him,fau'd him from difpaire.
Neuer(0 fault )reueard my felfe vnto him,
Vntill fome hälfe houre paft when I was arm'd.
Not fore, though hoping of this good fuccefle,
I ask'd his blefling,and from firft to laft
Told him our pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart
(Alacke too weake the confliâ to fupport)
"Twixt two extremes of paflioo,ioy and greefe,
Burft fmilingly.
'Ball. This fpeech of yours hath mon'd me,
And (hall perchance do good, but fpeake you on.
You looke as you had fomething more to fay.
Alb. If there be more, more wofull,hold it in.
For I am almoft ready to diflblue.
Heating of this.
Enter a Gentleman.
Gen. Helpe,helpe ; O helpe.
Edg. What kinde of helpe ?
Alb. Speake man.
Edg. What meanes this bloody Knife ?
Gen. 'Tis hot,it fmoakes, it came euen from the heart
of———O (he's dead.
.Aib. Who dead ? Speake man.
Qen. Your Lady Sir,your Lady; and her Sifter
By her is poyfon'd (he confe(res it.
Baß. I was contraâed to them both,all three
Now marry in an inftant.
Edg. Here comes Kent, ,
Enter Kent.
Alb. Produce the bodies, be they aliue or dead ;
Gonerill and Regans bodiesbrongbl out.
This iudgement of the Heauens that makes vs tremble.
Touches vs not with pitty: 0,is this he ?
The time will not allow the complement
Which very manners vrges.
Kent. I am come
To bid my King and Mafter aye good night.
Is he not here?
Alb. Great thing of vs forgot,
Speake Fî/bibbî?, where's the King «'and where'S) Cordelial
Seeft thou this obieû Kent ?
Kent. Alacke, why thus F
Baß. Yet Edmund was belou'd :
The one the other poifon'd for my fake.
And after flew herfelfe.«
Alb. £uen fo.-couer their faces.
Baß. Ipant for lile : fome good I meane to do
Defpight of mine owne Nature. Quickly fend,
(Be briefe in it) to'th'Caftle,for my Writ
Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia i
Nay, fend in time.
Alb. Run,run,O run.
Edg. To who my Lord ? Who ha's the Oifice ?
Send thy token of repreeue.
'BaB. Well thought on,take my Sword,
Giue it the Captaine.
Edg. Haft thee for thy life.
Baß. He hath Commiflion from thy Wife and me.
To hang Cordelia in the prifon, and
To lay the blame vpon her owne difpaire.
That (he for-did her felfe.
Alb. The Gods defend her,beare him hence awhile.
Entor Lear with Cordelia in hi armes.
£»r.Howle,howle, howle: O your are men of ftones.
Had I your tongues and eyes, Il'd vfe them fo,
That Heauens vault (hould crack : (he's gone for euer.
1 know when one is dead,and when one liues.
She's dead as earth : Lend me a Looking-glalTe,
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If that her breath will mift or ftaine the ftone,
Why then Ihe Hues.
Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?
Edg. Or image of that horror.
Alb. Fall and ceafe.
Lear. This feather ftirs, Ihe Hues: if it be fo,
It is a chance which do's redeeme all forrowes
That euer I haue felt.
Kent. O my good Mailer.
Lear. Prythee away.
Edg. 'Tis Noble Kent your Friend.
Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors, Traitors all,
I might haue fau'd her, now Ihe's gone for euer !
Cordelia, Cordelia, (lay a little. Ha :
What is't thou faift ? Her voice was euer foft,
Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee.
Gent. 'Tis true (my Lords )he did.
Lear. Did I not fellow
I haue feene the day, with my good biting Faulchion
I would haue made him skip : 1 am old now,
And thefe lame crofles fpoile me. Who are you ?
Mine eyes are not o'th'beft. He tell you ftraight.
Kent. If Fortune brag of two,fhe lou'd and hated,
One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull light, are you not Kent ?
Kent. The fame : your Seruant Kent,
Where is your Seruant Caitu i
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that,
He'le llrike and quickly too, he's dead and rotten.
Kent. No my good Lord, I am the very man.
Lear, He fee that ftraight.
Kent. That from your firft of difference and decay.
Haue follow'd your fad fteps.
Lear. Your are welcome hither.
Kent. Nor no man elfe :
All's cheerlelfe, darke, and deadly,
Your eldeft Daughters haue fore-done themfelues,
And defperately are dead
Lear. I fo 1 thinke.
Alb. He knowes not what he faies,and vaine is it
That we prefent vs to him.
Enter a Meßenger.
Edg. Very bootlelfe.
olMeJf. Edmund is dead my Lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle heere :
You Lords and Noble Friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come,
Shall be appli'd. For vs we will religne.
During the Ufe of this old Maiefty
To him our abfolute power, you to your rights,
With boote, and fuch addition as your Honours
Haue more then merited. All Friends lhall
Tafte the wages of their vertue, and all Foes
The cup of their deferuings t O fee, fee.
Lear. And my poore Foole is hang'd: no,no,no Ufe?
Why Ihould a Dog, a Horfe, a Rat haue Ufe,
And thou no breath at all ? Thou'lt come no more,
Neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer.
Pray you vndo this Button. Thanke you Sir,
Do you fee this/ Looke on her? Looke her Ups,
Looke there, looke there. He dies.
Edg. He faints, my Lord, my Lord.
Kent. Breake heart, I prythee breake.
Edg. Looke vp my Lord.
Kent. Vex not his ghoft, O let him pafle, he hates him.
That would vpon the wracke of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.
Edg. He is gon indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd fo long.
He but vfurpt his life.
Alb. Beare them from hence, our prefent buflnelfe
Is generali woe ; Friends of my foule, you twaine.
Rule in this Realme,and the gor'd ftate fuftaine.
Kent. I haue a iourney Sir, Ihortly to go.
My Mailer calls me, I mull not fay no.
Edg. The waight of this fad time we mull obey,
Speake what we feele, not what we ought to fay :
The oldeft hath borne moll, we that are yong.
Shall neuer fee fo much, nor liue fo long.
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THE TRAGEDIEOF
Othello, the Moore of Venice.
<iÂSîus Trimus. Scœna Trima.
Enter Rodorigo,and lago.
Rodongo.
• Euer tell me, I take it much vnklndly
(That thou (fago) who haft had my purfc,
' As if y ftrlngs were thine, Ihould'ft know of this.
fa. But you'l not heare me. If euer 1 did dream
Of fuch a matter, abhorre me.
Rodo. Thou told'ft me.
Thou did'ft hold him in thy hate.
fago. Defpife me
If I do not. Three Great-ones of the Cittie,
(In perfonall fuite to make me his Lieutenant)
Off-capt to him : and by the ftlth of man
I know my price, I am worth no worfle a place.
But he (as louing his owne pride, and purpofes)
Euades them, with a bumbaft Circumftance,
Horribly ftufft with Epithites of warre,
Non-fuites my Mediators. For certes, faies he,
I haue already chofe my Officer. And what was he
For-footh, a great Arithmatician,
One Michaeli Caßo, a Florentine,
(A Fellow almoft damn'd in a faire Wife)
That neuer let a Squadron in the Field,
Nor the deuiflon of a Battaile knowes
More then a Spinfter. Vnlefle the Bookifli Theoricke :
Wherein the Tongued Confuís can propofe
As Mafterly as he. Meere pratle (without prailife)
Is all his Souldierfliip. But he ( Sir) had th'elefUon;
And I ( of whom his eies had feene the proofe
At Rhodes, at Ciprus,and on others grounds
Chriften'd,and Heathen)muft be be-leed,and calm'd
By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-cafter,
He (in good time) muft his Lieutenant be.
And I (bleflfe the marke) his Moorefliips Auntient.
Rfid. By heauen, I rather would haue bin his hangman.
fago. Why, there's no remedie.
'Tis the curlTe of Seruice;
Preferment goes by Letter, and affeilion.
And not by old gradation, where each fécond
Stood Heire to'th'firft. Now Sir, be iudge your felfe,
Whether I in any iuft terme am Affin'd
To loue the Moore}
Rod. I would not follow him then.
fago. O Sir content you.
I follow him, to ferue my turne vpon him.
We cannot all be Maliers, nor all Mailers
Cannot be truely follow'd. You lhall marke
Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue;
That (doting on his owne obfequious bondage)
Weares out his time,much like his Mailers Afle,
For naught but Prouender, & when he's old Calheer'd.
Whip me fuch honeft knaues. Others there are
Who trym'd in Formes, and vifages of Dutie,
Keepe yet their hearts attending on themfelues.
And throwing but Ihowes of Seruice on their Lords
Doe well thriue by them.
And when they haue lin'd their Coates
Doe themfelues Homage.
Thefe Fellowes haue fome foule.
And fuch a one do I profelTe my felfe. For (Sir)
It is as fure as you are Rodorigo,
Were I the Moore, I would not be fago :
In following him, I follow but my feile.
Heauen is my Iudge, not I for loue and dutie,
But feeming fo, for my peculiar end :
For when my outward Adlion doth demonftrate
The natiue afl, and figure of my heart
In Complement externe, 'tis not long after
But I will weare my heart vpon my lleeue
For Dawes to pecke at ; 1 am not what I am.
Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks-lips owe
If he can carry't thus
fago. Call vp her Father :
Rowfe him, make after him, poyfon his delight,
Proclaime him in the Streets. Incenfe her kinfmen,
And though he in a fertile Clymate dwell.
Plague him with Flies:though that his loy be loy,
Vet throw fuch chances of vexation on't,
As it may loofe fome colour.
Rodo. Heere is her Fathers houfe. He call aloud.
fago. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell.
As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire
Is fpied in populus Citties.
Rodo. What hoa : 'Brabantio, Siginor Brahantio, hoa.
fago. Awake;what hoo,,'Brabantio : Theeues, Theeues.
Looke to your houfe, your daughter, and your Bags,
Theeues, Theeues.
Bra. aiboue. What is the reafon of this terrible
Summons ? What is the matter there ?
Rodo. Signier is all your Familie within ?
fago. Are your Doores lock'd f
Bra. Why Wherefore ask you this ?
fago. Sir, y'are roh'd, for fliame put on your Gowne,
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Your heart is burft, you haue loft hälfe your ibule
Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram
Is tupping your white Ewe. Arife, arife.
Awake the fnorting Cittizens with the Bell,
Or elfe the deuill will make a Grand-fire of you.
Arife I lay.
'Bra. What,haue you loft your wits?
Rod, Moft reuerend Signior, do you know my voice?
Bra, Not I : what are you ?
Rod, My name is Rodorigo,
'Bra, The worfler welcome :
I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores:
In honeft plainenefle thou haft heard me lay.
My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnefle
(Being full of Supper,and diftempring draughtes)
Vpon malitious knauerie, duft thou come
To ftart my quiet.
Rod, Sir,Sir,Slr.
'Bra, But thou muft needs be fure.
My fpirits and my place haue in their power
To make this bitter to thee.
"^do. Patience good Sir.
'Bra, What telfft thou me of Robbing ?
This is Venice : my houfe is not a Grange.
Rodo, Moft graue 'Brahatitio,
In fimple and pure foule, I come to you.
la. Sir ;you are one of thofe that will not ferue God,
if the deuill bid you. Becaufe we come to do you feruice,
and you thinke we are Ruffians,you'le haue your Daugh¬
ter couer'd with a Barbary horfe, you'le haue your Ne-
phewes neigh to you, you'le haue Courfers for Cozens ;
and Gennets for Germaines.
'Bra, What prophane wretch art thou ?
Ja. I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daugh¬
ter and the Moore, are making the Beaft with two backs.
Bra, Thou art a Villaine.
Jago, You are a Senator,
Bra, This thou lhalt anfwere. I know thee Rodorigo,
R^d. Sir, I will anfwere any thing. But I befeech you
If t be your pleafure, and moft wife confent,
(As partly I find it is ) that your /aire Daughter,
At this odde Euen and dull watch o'th'night
Tranfported with no worfe nor better guard.
But with a knaue of common hire, a Gundelier,
To the grofle clafpes of a Lafciuious Moore :
If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance,
We then haue done you bold,and faucie wrongs.
But if you know not this, my Manners teli me.
We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue
That from the fence of all Ciuilitie,
I thus would play and trifte with your Reuerence.
Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue)
I fay againe.hath made a groflfe reuolt.
Tying her Dutie,Beautie, Wit,and Fortunes
In an extrauagant,and wheeling Stranger,
Of here, and euery where : ftraight fatisfie your felfe.
If ihe be in her Chamber,or your houfe.
Let loofe on me the luftice of the State
For thus deluding you.
Bra, Strike on the Tinder,hoa :
Glue me a Taper : call vp all my people.
This Accident is not vnlike my dreame,
Beleefe of it oppreffes me alreaffie.
Light, I fay, light. Exit,
lag. Farewell: for I muft leaue you.
It feemes not meete, nor wholefome to my place
To be produfled, (as if I ftay, I fliall,)
Againft the Moore. For I do know the State,
("How euer this may gall him with fome checke)
Cannot with fafetie caft-him. For he's embark'd
With fuch loud reafon to the Cyprus Warres,
(Which euen now ftands in Ail)that for their foules
Another of his Fadome,they haue none.
To lead their Bufinefle. In which regard.
Though I do hate him as I do hell apiñes,
Yet, for neceffitie of prefent life,
I muft fhow out a Flag, and figne of Loue,
(Which is indeed but figne)that you lhal furely find him
Lead to the Sagitary the railed Search:
And there will I be with him. So farewell. Sxit,
Enter "Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches,
'Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone Ihe is.
And what's to come of my defpifed time.
Is naught but bitternefie. Now Rodorigo,
Where didft thou fee her ? (Oh vnhappie Girle)
With the Moore faift thou? (Who would be a Father ?)
How didft thou know 'twas ihe? (Oh ihe deceaues me
Paft thought:) what faid ihe to you?Get moe Tapers :
Raife all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you ?
Rodo, Truely I thinke they are.
'Bra. Oh Heauen : how got Ihe out ?
Oh treafon of the blood.
Fathers,from hence truft not your Daughters minds
By what you fee them ail. Is there not Charmes,
By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood
May be abus'd ? Haue you not read Rodorigo,
Of fome fuch thing?
Rod. Yes Sir : I haue indeed.
'Bra. Call vp my Brother : oh would you had had her.
Some one way, fome another. Doe you know
Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore ?
Rod. I thinke 1 can difcouer him, if you pleafe
To get good Guard, and go along with me.
Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery houfe He call,
(I may command at moft)get Weapons (hoa)
And raife fome fpeciall Officers of might :
On good Rodorigo,! will deferue your paines. Exeunt,
Seena Secunda.
Enter OtbelloylagOyAttendants,rt>itb Torches.
Ja» Though in the trade of Warre I haue flaine men,
Yet do I hold it very ftuffe o*th*confcience
To do no contriu'd Murder : I lacke Iniquitie
Sometime to do me feruice. Nine,or ten times
I had thought t^haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes.
Othello. *Tis better as it is.
lago. Nay but he prated,
And fpoke fuch fcuruy, and prouoking termes
Againil your Honor, that with the little godlineíTe I haue
I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,
Are you faft married ? Be aíTurid of this,
That the Magnifico is much belouM,
And hath in his effect a voice potentiall
As double as the Dukes : He willdiuorce you.
Or put vpon you, what reftraint or greeuance,
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The Law (with all his might,to enforce it on)
Will giue him Cable.
Oibel. Let him do his fpight;
My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie
Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
Which when I know, that boafting is an Honour,
I fliall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
From Men of Royall Seige. And my dementes
May fpeake ( vnbonnetted)to as proud a Fortune
As this that 1 haue reach'd. 1 For know lago,
But that I loue the gentle Dejdemona,
I would not my vnhoufed free condition
Put into Circumfcription,and Confine,
For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?
Enter Cajßo, with Torches.
lago. Thofe are the raifed Father, and his Friends :
You were bell go in.
Othel. Not I : I mull be found.
My Parts, my Title, and my perfefl Soule
Shall manifell me rightly. Is it they ?
lago. By lanuSjl thinke no.
Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes?
And my Lieutenant ?
The goodnefle of the Night vpon you (Friends)
What is the Newes ?
Caßio. The Duke do's greet you (Generali)
And he requires your hafte, Poft-hafte appearance,
Enen on the inftant.
Othello. What is the matter,thinke you?
Caßo, Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine :
It is a bufinefle of fome heate. The Dallies
Haue fent a dozen fequent Meflengers
This very night,at one anothers heeles :
And many of the Confuís, rais'd and met.
Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for,
When being not at your Lodging to be found,
The Senate hath fent about three feuerall Ouells,
To fearch you out.
Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you :
I will but fpend a word here in the houfe.
And goe with you.
Caßo. Aunciant, what makes he heere?
lago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carrafl,
If it proue lawfull prize, he's made for euer.
Caßo. I do not vnderftand.
lago. He's married.
Caßo. To who?
lago. Marry to Come Captaine, will you go ?
Othel. Haue with you.
Caßo. Here comesanother Troope to feeke for you.
Enter'Brabantto,Rodorigo,with Oßcers,and Torches.
lago. It is BrahantmOeneraW be aduis'd.
He comes to bad intent.
Othello. Holla, Hand there.
Rodo. Signior, it is the Moore.
'Bra. Downe with him, Theefe.
lago. You, Rodorigo, come Sir, 1 am for you.
Othe. Keepe vp your bright Swords, for thejdew will
ruft them. Good Signior, you lhallimore command with
yeares, then with your Weapons.
"Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe,
Where haft thou ftow'd my Daughter i
Damn'd as thou art, thou haft enchaunted her
For He referre me to all things 0 f fenfe,
(If file in Chaines of Magick we r e not bound )
Whether a Maid, fo tender. Faire, and Happie,
So oppofite to Marriage, that Ihe fliun'd
The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation,
Would euer haue (t'encurre a generali mocke)
Run from her Guardageto the footie boforae,
Offuch a thing as thou: to feare,not to delight?
ludge me the world, if tis not groffe in fenfe.
That thou haft praflis'd on her with foule Charmes,
Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
That weakens Motion. He haue't difputed on,
'Tis probable,and palpable to thinking;
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee.
For an abufer of the World, a praftifer
Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;
Lay hold vpon him, if he do refill
Subdue him,at his perill.
Othe. Hold your hands
Both you of my inclining,and the reft.
Were it my Cue to fight, I ftiould haue knowne it
Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe
To anfwere this your charge ?
'Bra. To Prifon, till fit time
Of Law,and courfe of direél Seffion
Call thee to anfwer.
Othe. What if do obey ?
How may the Duke be therewith fatisfi'd,
Whofe MelTengers are heere about my fide,
Vpon fome prefent bufinefle of the State,
To bring me to him.
Oßcer. 'Tis true moll worthy Signior,
The Dukes in Counfell,and your Noble felfe,
I am fure is fent for.
Bra. How ? The Duke in Counfell ?
In this time of the night í Bring him away;
Mine's notan idle Caufe. The Duke himfelfe.
Or any of my Brothers of the State,
Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne :
For if fuch Adlions may haue paflage free,
Bond-flaues,and Pagans fliall our Statefmen be. Exeunt
Scana Tertia.
Enter Du\e,Senators,and Oßcers.
"Du^e. There's no compofition in this Newes,
That giues them Crédité.
1. Sen. Indeed, they are difproportioned;
My Letters fay, a Hundred and feuen Dallies.
Dulte. And mine a Hundred fortie.
2. Sena. And mine two Hundred :
But though they iumpe not on a iuft accompt,
( As in thefe Cafes where the ayme reports,
'Tis oft with diflêrence)yet do they all confirme
A Turkilh Fleete,and bearing vp to Cyprus.
Du¡te. Nay,it is poflible enough to iudgementi
I do not fo fecure me in the Error,
But the maine Article I do approue
In fearefull fenfe.
Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa.
Enter Saylor.
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Officer. A Merten g er from the Gallies.
Du{e. Now ? What's the bufinerte ?
Sailor. The Turkifli Preparation makes for Rhodes,
So was I bid report here to the State,
By Signior jiagelo.
Du^e. How fay you by this change?
I. Sen. This cannot be
By no aíTay of reafon. 'Tis a Pageant
To keepe vs in falfe gaze, when we confider
Th'importancie of Cyprus to the Türke;
And let our felues againe but vnderftand.
That as it more concernes the Türke then Rhodes,
So may he with more facile queftion beare it,
For that it ftands not in fuch Warrelike brace.
But altogether lackes th'abilifres
That Rhodes is dreis'd in. If we make thought of this,
We muft not thinke the Türke is fo vnskillfull.
To leaue that lateft, which concernes him firft,
Negleñing an attempt of eafe, and gaine
To wake,and wage a danger profitierte.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
Officer. Here is more Newes.
Enter a Meffienger.
Meffien. The O/Mmi/«, Reueren'd,and Gracious,
Steering with due courfe toward the He of Rhodes,
Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete,
I.Sen. I,fo I thought : how many,as you guelTe ?
Meff. Of thirtie Saile : and now they do re-ftem
Their backward courfe, bearing with frank appearance
Their purpofes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your truftie and moft Valiant Seniitour,
With his free dutie, recommends you thus.
And prayes you to beleeue him.
Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus :
Marcm Lucckos.h not he in Towne ?
I. Sen. He's now in Florence.
Dukf. Write from vs.
To him,Poft,Poft-hafte,difpatch.
I. &». Here comes ^rabantio,^ni the Valiant Moore.
Enter Brabantio, Othello ,Caffio, lago ,Rodorigo,
and Officers.
Duke. Valiant Othello,vie muft ftraight employ you,
Againft the generali Enemy Ottoman.
I did not fee you : welcome gentle Signior,
We lack't your Counfaile, and your helpe to night.
Bra. So did I yours : Good your Grace pardon me.
Neither my place,hor ought I heard of bufinerte
Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the generali care
Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe
Is of fo fiood-gate, and ore-bearing Nature,
That it engluts,snd fwallowes other forrowes.
And it is ftill it felfe.
Duke. Why ? What's the matter ?
Bra. My Daughter: oh my Daughter ¡
Sen. Dead ?
Bra. I, to me.
She is abus'd,ftolne from me,and corrupted
By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;
For Nature, fo prepoftroully to erre,
(Being not deficient, blind,or lame of fenfe,)
Sans witch-craft could not.
Dukf. Who ere he be,that in this foule proceeding
Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her felfe,
And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law,
You lhall your felfe read,in the bitter letter.
After your owne fenfe : yea,though our proper Son
Stood in your Adtion.
Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace,
Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it feemes
Your fpeciall Mandate, for the State affaires
Hath hither brought.
tAll. We are verieforry for't.
Dukf. What in your owne part, can you fay to this ?
Bra. Nothing, but this is fo.
Othe. Moft Potent,Graue, and Reueren'd Signiors,
My very Noble, and approu'd good Mafters;
That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter,
It is moft true ; true I haue married her;
The verie head,and front of my offending.
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I,in my fpeech.
And little blefs'd with the foft phrafe of Peace;
For fince thefe Armes of mine, had feuen yearespith.
Till nowjfome nine Moones wafted,they haue vs'd
Their deereft adlion.in the Tented Field :
And little of this great world can I fpeake.
More then pertaines to Feats of Brolles, and Battaile,
And therefore little lhall I grace my caufe.
In fpeaking for my felfe. Yet, (by your gratious patience)
I will a round vn-varnilh'd u Tale deliuer,
Of my whole courfe of Loue.j
What Drugges,what Charmes,
What Coniuration,and what mighty Magicke,
(For fuch proceeding I am charg'd withall)
I won his Daughter.
Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold :
Of Spirit fo ftill, and quiet, that her Motion
Blulh'd at her felfe,and lhe,in fpight of Nature,
Of Yeares,of Country,Crédité,euery thing
To fall in Loue, with what Ihe fear'd to looke on;
It is a iudgement main'd,and moft imperfedl.
That will confefle Perfeilion fo could erre
Againft all rules of Nature, and muft be driuen
To find out prailifes of cunning hell
Why this Ihould be. I therefore vouch againe.
That with fome Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood.
Or with fome Dram,(coniur'd to this effeél)
He wtought vp on her.
To vouch this,is no proofe.
Without more wider, and more ouer Teft
Then thefe thin habits,and poore likely-hoods
Of moderne feeming, do prefer againft him.
Sen. But Othello, fpeake,
Did you, by indire¿i,and forced courfes
Subdue,and poyfon this yong Maides affeöions?
Or came it by requeft.and fuch faire queftion
As foule, to foule affordeth ?
Othel. I do befeech you.
Send for the Lady to the Sagitary,
And let her fpeake of me before her Father;
If you do finde me foule, in herreport,
The Truft,the Office, 1 do hold of you.
Not onely take away, but let your Sentence
Euen fall vpon my life.
Dukf. Fetch Dejdemona hither.
Othe. Aunciant, condufi them :
You beft know the place.
And tell Ihe come, as truely as to heauen,
I do confefle the vices of my blood.
So iuftly to your Graue eares,Ile prefent
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How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue,
And (be in mine.
Vui^e. Say it Othello.
Oihe. Her Father lou'd me,oft inuited me :
Still queftion'd me the Storie of my life.
From yeare to yeare: the Battaile,Sieges, Fortune,
That 1 haue pall,
I ran it through, euen from my boyilh daies,
Toth'very moment that he bad me tell it.
Wherein I fpoke of mod difaftrous chances:
Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field,
Of haire-breadth fcapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the Infolent Foe,
And fold to llauery. Of my redemption thence.
And portance in my Trauellours hiftorie.
Wherein of Antars vaft,and Defarts idle.
Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whofe head touch heauen.
It was my hint to fpeake. Such was my Procefle,
And of the Canlbals that each others eate.
The Antropophague, and men whofe heads ,
Grew beneath their ihoulders. Thefe things to heare.
Would Hejdemona ferioufly incline ;
But ftill the houfe Affaires would draw her hence :
Which euer as Ihe could with hafte dlfpatch,
She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare
Deuoure vp my difcourfe. Which I obferuing,
Tooke once a pliant houre,and found good meanes
To draw from her a prayer ofearneft heart.
That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,!
Whereof by parcels Ihe had fomething heard.
But not inftinfliuely : 1 did confent.
And often did beguile her of her teares.
When I did fpeake of Ihme diftreffefull ftroke
That my youth fuffer'd : My Storie being done.
She gaue me for my paines a world of kiffes:
She fwore in faith 'twas ftrange : 'twas palling ftrange,
'Twas pittifull : 'twas wondrous plttifull.
She wifti'd Ihe had not heard It, yet Ihe wilh'd
That Heauen had made her fuch a man. She thank'd me.
And bad me,if I had a Friend that lou'd her,
J Ihould but teach him how to tell my Story,
And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I fpake.
She lou'd me for the dangers I had paft.
And I lou'd her,that Ihe did pitty them.
This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd.
Here comes the Ladie : Let her witneffe it.
Snter DefJemotia, lago. Attendants.
Du\e. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too,
Goud 'Braiantio,tike vp this mangled matter at the heft:
Men do their broken Weapons rather vfe.
Then their bate hands.
Bra. I pray you heare her fpeake ?
If Ihe confeffe that Ihe was hälfe the wooer,
Deftruñion on my head, if my bad blame
Light on the man. Come hither gentle Miftris,
Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie,
Where moft you owe obedience.'
Def. My Noble Father,
I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.
To you I am bound for life,and education:
My life and education both do learne me.
How to refpefl you. You are the Lord of duty,
I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;
And fo much dutie, as my Mother Ihew'd
To you,preferring you before her Father:
So much I challenge,that Imay profeffe
Due to the Moore my Lord.
Bra. God be with you : I haue done.
Pleafe it your Grace, on to the State Affaires;
I had rather to adopt a Child, then get It.
Come hither Moore;
I here do giue thee that with all my heart.
Which but thou haft already,with all my heart
I would keepe from thee. For your fake (lewell)
I am glad at foule,I haue no other Child,
For thy efcape would teach me Tirranie
To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord.
Du^e. Let me fpeake like your felfe :
And lay a Sentence,
Which as a grife,or ftep may helpe thefe Louers.
When remedies are paft, the griefes are ended
By feeing the worft, which late on hopes depended.
To mourne a Mifcheefe that is paft and gon,
Is the next way to draw new mifchiefe on.
What cannot be prefern'd, when Fortune takes :
Patience ,her Iniury a mock'ry makes.
The rob'd that fmiles, fteales fomething from the Thiefe,
He robs himfelfe, that fpends a bootelelTe griefe.
Bra. So let the Türke of Cyprus vs beguile,
We loofe it not fo long as we can fmile :
He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares.
But the free comfort which from thence he heares.
But he beares both the Sentence,and the forrow.
That to pay griefe, muft of poore Patience borrow.
Thefe Sentences,to Sugar,or to Gall,
Being ftrong on both fides, are Equiuocall.
But words are words, I neuer yet did heare :(
That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares.
I humbly befeech you proceed to th'Affaires of State.
Dultf. The Türke with a moft mighty Preparation
makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is
beft knowne to you. And though we haue there a Subfti-
tute of moft allowed fufficiencie; yet opinion, a more
foueraigne Miftris of Effeils, throwes a more fafer
voice on you : you muft therefore be content to llubber
the gloffe of your new Fortunes, with this more ftub-
borne, and boyftrous expedition.
Othe. The Tirant Cuftome,moft Graue Senators,
Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warte
My thrice-driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize
A Naturall and prompt Alacartie,
I finde in hardneffe : and do vndertake
This prefent Warres againft the Ottamites.
Moft humbly therefore bending to your State,
I craue fit difpofition for my Wife,
Due reference of Place, and Exhibition,
With fuch Accomodation and befort
As leuels with her breeding.
Du\e. Why at her Fathers ?
Bra. I will not haue it fo,
Othe, Nor I.
Def. Nor would I there recide.
To put my Father in impatient thoughts
By being in his eye. Moft Grcaious Duke,
To my vnfolding, lend your profperous eare.
And let me finde a Charter in your voice
T'aflift my fimpleneffe.
"Duhe. What would you Dejdemona ?
Def. That I loue the Moore, to hue with him.
My downe-right violence, and ftorme of Fortunes,
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May trumpet to the world. My heart's fubdu'd
Euen to the very quality of my Lord;
I law Othello's vifage in his mind.
And to his Honours and his valiant parts,
Did I my foule and Fortunes confecrate.
So that (deere Lords)if I be left behind
A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warte,
The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me :
And I a heauie interim lhall fupport
By his deere abfence. Let me go with him.
Othe. Let her haue your voice.
Vouch with me Heauen,! therefore beg it not
To pleafe the palíate of my Appetite :
Nor to comply with heat the yong affefls
In my defunfi, and proper fatisfaflion.
But to be free, and bounteous to her minde :
And Heauen defend your good foules, that you thinke
I will your lerious and great bulinelTe fcant
When Ihe is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes
Of feather'd CufiJ,fee]e with wanton dulnelTe
My fpeculatiue, and offic'd Inftrument :
That my Difports corrupt, and taint my bulinelTe :
Let Houfe-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,
And all indigne, and bafe aduerflties,
Make head againll my FBimation.
Du^e. Be it as you lhall priuately determine,
Either for her ftay, or going : th'Aftiire cries haft:
And fpeed muft anfwer it.
Sen. You muft away to night,
Othe. With all my heart.
DuJ(e. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete agalne,
OthellOfXedae fome Officer behind
And he lhall our CommilTion bring to you :
And fuch things elfe of qualitie and refpeit
As doth import you.
Othe. So pleafe your Grace, my Ancient,
A man he is of honefty and truft :
To his conueyance I affigne my wife.
With what elfe needfull,your good Grace lhall think
To be fent after me.
Dul^e. Let it be fo :
Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,
If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke.
Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke.
Sen. Adieu braue Moore, vfe Dejdemona well.
Bra. Looke to her (Moore) if thou haft eies to fee:
She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee. SxU.
Othe. My life vpon her feith. Honeft lago.
My Dejdemona muft I leaue to thee :
I prythee let thy wife attend on her.
And bring them after in the beft aduantage.
Come Dejdemona, I haue but an houre
Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direflion
To fpend with thee. We muft obey the the time. Exit.
Rod. lago.
lago. What falft thou Noble heart?
Rod. What will I do, think'ft thou ?
lago. Why go to bed and lleepe.
Bpd. I will incontinently drowne my felfe.
lago. If thou do'ft,I lhall neuer loue thee after. Why
thou filly Gentleman ?
Rod. It is fillynefle to liue, when to liue is torment :
and then haue we a prefcription to dye, when death is
our Phyfition. •
lago. Oh vlllanous : I haue look'd vpon the world
fbr foure times feuen yeates,and fince I could diftinguilh
betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie : I neuer found man that
knew how to loue himfelfe. Ere I would fay, I would
drowne my felfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would
change my Humanity with a Baboone.
Rod. What Ihould I do ? I confelTe it is my lhame
to be fo fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.
lago. Vertue ? A figge, 'tis in our felues that we are
thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,
our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net-
tels, or fowe Lettice : Set Hifope, and weede vp Time:
Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes,or diftrafb it with
many : either to haue it fterrill with idlenefle, or manu¬
red with Induftry, why the power, and Corrigeable au-
thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues
had not one Scale of Reafon, to poize another of Senfu-
alitie, the blood, and bafenefle of our Natures would
condufb vs to moft prepoftrous Conclufions. But we
haue Reafon to coole our raging Motions, our carnall
Stings, or vnbitted Lufts : whereof I take this, that you
call Loue, to be a Seél, or Seyen.
Rod. It cannot be,
lago. It is meerly a Luft of the blood, and a permiffion
of the will. Come, be a man : drowne thy felfe ? Drown
Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profeft me thy Friend,
and I confefle me knit to thy deferuing, with Cables of
perdurable toughneflfe. I could neuer better fteed thee
then now. Put Money in thy purfe ; follow thou the
Warres,defeate thy fauour, with an vfurp'd Beard. I fay
put Money in thy purfe. It cannot be long that Dejdemona
ihould continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
thy purfe: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence¬
ment in her, and thou (halt fee an anfwerable Seque-
ftration, put but Money in thy purfe. Thefe Moores
are changeable in their wils : fill thy purfe with Money.
The Food that to him now is as luihious as Locufts,
(halbe to him (hortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She
muft change for youth : when (he is fated with his body
(he will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo¬
ney in thy purfe. If thou wilt needs damne thy felfe, do
it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo¬
ney thou canft : If Sanflimonie, and a fraile vow, be¬
twixt an erring Barbarian, and fuper-fubtle Venetian be
not too hard for my wits,and all the Tribe of hell, thou
(halt enioy her : therefore make Money : a pox of drow¬
ning thy felfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou ra¬
ther to be hang'd in Compaffing thy ioy, then to be
drown'd,and go without her.
Rodo. Wilt thou be fall to my hopes, if I depend on
the ilTue ?
lago. Thou art fure of me: Go make Money : I haue
told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I
hate the Moore. My caufe is hearted; thine hath no lelTe
reafon. Let vs be coniuniliue in our reuenge, againft
him. If thou canft Cuckold him, thou doft thy felfe a
pleafure, me a fport. There are many Euents in the
Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerfe, go,
prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor¬
row. Adieu.
'Rod. Where (hall we meete i'th'morning }
lago. At my Lodging.
Rod. He be with thee betimes.
lago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare
Rod. He fell all my Land. Exit,
lago. Thus do I euer make my Foole,my purfe :
For I mine owne gain'd knowledge (hould prophane
I fl would time expend with fuch Snpe,
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ut for my Sport, and Profit : I hate the Moore,
And it is thought abroad, that'twixt my Aeets
She ha's done my Office. I know not ift be true.
But I, for meere fufpition in that kinde,
Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well.
The better ihall my purpofe worke on him :
Cajfiis a proper man ; Let me fee now.
To get his Place, and to plume vp my will
In double Knauery. How? How? Let's fee.
After fome time, to abufe Othello's eares.
That he is too fomiliar with his wife :
He hath a perfon, and a fmooth difpofe
To be fufpeited : fram'd to make women folfe.
The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,
That thinkes men honeft, that but feeme to be fo,
And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nofe
As Affes are :
I haue't : it is engendred : Hell, and Night,
Muft bring this monfirous Birth, to the worlds light.
Adlus Secundas. Seena Trima.
Enter Montano,and Ivo Çentlemen.
Mon. What from the Cape, can you difcerne at Sea?
X.Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood :
I cannot'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
Defcry a Salle.
Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath fpoke aloud at Land,
A fuller blaft ne're fliooke our Battlements:
If it hath ruffiand fo vpon the Sea,
What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
Can hold the Morties. What fiiall we heare of this?
z A Segregation of the Turkiih Fleet ;
For do but Hand vpon the Foaming Shore,
The chidden Billow feemes to pelt the Clowds,
The winde-fliak'd-Surge, with high & monftrous Maine
Seemes to call water on the burning Beare,
And quench the Guards of th'euer-fixed Pole:
I neuer did like molleftation view
On the enchafed Flood.
Men. If that the Turkilh Fleete
Be not enlhelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd.
It is impoffible to beare it out.
Enter a Gentleman.
3 Newes Laddes : our warres are done :
The defperate Tempeft hath fo bang'd the Turkes,
That their defignement halts. A Noble Ihip of Venice,
Hath feene a greeuous wracke and fuffierance
On mod part of their Fleet.
Mon. How? Is this true í
3 The Ship is heere put in; A VerenneJfa,Mtchael Cajjßo
Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello,
Is come on Shore : the Moore himfelfe at Sea,
And is in full Commiffion heere for Cyprus.
Mon. I am glad on't :
'Tis a worthy Gouernour.
3 But this fame Cajjio, though he fpeake of comfort.
Touching the Turkifli lofle, yet he lookes fadly.
And praye the Moore be fafe ; for they were parted
With fowle and violent Tempeft.
Mon. Pray Heauens he be :
For I haue feru'd him, and the man commands
Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-fide (hoa)
As well to fee the VelTell that's come in.
As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,
Buen till we make the Maine, and th'Briall blew.
An indiftinfl regard.
Gent. Come, let's do fo ;
For euery Minute is expeâancie
Of more Arriuancie.
Enter Cajfio.
Cajji. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Ifle,
That fo approoue the Moore : Oh let the Heauens
Giue him defence againft the Elements,
For I haue loft him on a dangerous Sea.
Mon. Is he well Ihip'd ?
Caßo. His Barke is ftoutly Timber'd,and his Pylot
Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;
Therefore my hope's (not furfetted to death)
Stand in bold Cure.
Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Salle.
Caßio. What noife ?
Gent. The Towne is empty ; on the brow o'th'Sea
Stand rankes of People,and they cry,a Saile.
Caßo. My hopes do lhape him for the Gouemor.
Gent. They do difcharge their Shot of Courtefie,
Our Friends, at lead.
Cnßo. I pray you Sir, go forth.
And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.
Çent. I Ihall. Exit.
Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generali wiu'd?
Caßo. Moft fortunately : he hath atchieu'd a Maid
That paragons defcription, and wilde Fame :
One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,
And in th'eflentiall Vefture of Creation,
Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.
Enter Gentleman.
How now? Who ha's put in?
Qent. 'Tis one lago, Auncient to the Generali.
Caßo. Ha's had moft fkuourable, and happie fpeed :
Tempefts themfelues, high Seas, and howling windes.
The gutter'd-Rockes,and Congregated Sands,
Traitors enfteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlelTe Keele,
As hauing fence of Beautie, do omit
Their mortall Natures, letting go fafely by
The Diuine Dejdemona.
Mon. What is Ihe?
Caßo. She that I fpake of :
Our great Captains Captaine,
Left in the conduit of the bold lago,
Whofe footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
A Senights fpeed. Great loue, Othello guard.
And fwell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath.
That he may bleffe this Bay with his tall Ship,
Make loues quicke pants in Defdemonaes Armes,
Giue renew'd fire to our extiniled Spirits.
Enter Defdemona, lago, RodorigOjande/Emilia.
Oh behold.
The Riches of the Ship is come on fliore :
You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.
Haile to thee Ladie : and the grace of Heauen,
Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
Enwheele thee round.
DeJ. I thanke you. Valiant Caßo,
What tydings can you tell of my Lord ?
Caßo.
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Caf. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
But that he's well, and will be Ihortly heere.
DeJ. Oh, but I feare :
How loft you company ?
Caßio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies
Parted our fellowlhip. But hearke, a Saile.
Within. A Saile,a Saile.
Çent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell ;
This likewife is a Friend.
Caßo. See for the Newes :
Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Miftris :
Let it not gaule your patience (good lago)
That I extend my Manners. "Tis my breeding.
That giues me this bold Ihew of Curtefie.
lago. Sir, would Ihe giue you fomuch of her lippes,
As of her tongue Ihe of: beftowes on me,
You would haue enough.
Def. Alas : Ihe ha's no fpeech.
lago, In&ith too much :
I linde it ftill, when I haue leaue to lleepe.
Marry before your Ladylhip, I grant.
She puts het tongue a little in her heart.
And chides with thinking.
o/£mil. You haue little caufe to fay fo.
lago. Come on, come on : you are Piilures out of
doore : Bells in your Parlours : Wilde-Cats in your Kit¬
chens ; Saints in your Iniuries : Diuels being oftended :
Players in your Hufwiferie, and Hufwiues in your
Beds.
Def. Oh, lie vpon thee. Slanderer.
lago. Nay, it is true : or elfe I am a Türke,
You rife to play, and go to bed to worke.
ie£mH. You lhall not write my praife.
lago. No,let me not.
Dejde. What would'ft write of me, if thou Ihould'ft
praife me ?
lago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too,t.
For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
Def. Come on, alTay.
There's one gone to the Harbour?
lago. I Madam.
Def. I am not merry : but I do beguile
The thing I am, by feeming otherwife.
Come,how would'ft thou praife me ?
lago. 1 am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
out Braines and all. But my Mufe labours, and thus Ihe
is deliuer'd. /
If fie be faire, and wife-. faireneße,and rvit.
The ones for vfe, the other vfeth it.
Def. Well prais'd :
How if Ihe be Blacke and Witty ?
lago. If fie he hlache,and thereto haue a reit,
Shé'te find a white, that fiall her blachneße fit,
Def. Worfe, and worfe.
oy£miI. How if Faire, and Foolilh í
lago. She neuer yet Wae foolifi that was faire.
For euen her folly helft her to an heire.
Defde. Thefe are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles
laugh i'th'Alehoufe. What miferable praife haft thou
for her that's Foule, and Foolilh.
lago. There's none fo foule andfoolifi thereunto.
But eld's foule francs, which faire, and wife-ones do,
Defde. Oh heauy ignorance : thou praifeft the worft
belt. But what praife could'ft thou beftow on a defer-
uing woman indeed ? One, that in the authorithy of her
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merit, did iuftly put on the vouch of very malice
felfe.
lago. She that xoas euer faire y and neuer froudy
Had Tongue at reillyandyet xvaó neuer loud :
Neuer lackf Gold, and yet xeent neuer gay,
Fled from ber trißo y and yet faid noto I may.
She that being angredy her reuenge being nUy
^ad her xprong flay y and her dijpleafure fie :
She that in wfedome neuer upas Jo fraile y
To change the Codi-head for the ^Imom taile :
She that could thin^Cyand neu'r dtfclofe her mindy
See Suitors folloxeing, and not looke behind ;
She xra¿ a rpipht. i t f euer fuch roizhtes toere^
Def To do what ?
lago. To fuckle Fooles y and chronicle fmall Beere.
Defde. Oh moft lame and impotent conclufion. Do
not learne of him ç/FmiUiay though he be thy husband.
How fay you (^CaJJio) is he not a moft prophane,and li-
berall Counfailor ?
Caßo. He fpeakes home ( Madam ) you may relliih
him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholien
lago. He takes her by the palme : I, well faid, whif-
per. With as little a web as this, will I enfnare as great
a Fly as Caßo. I fmile vpon her, do : 1 will giue thee
in thine owne Courtlhip. You fay true, Vis fo indeed.
If fuch tricks as thefe ftrip you out of your Lieutenan-
trie, it had beene better you had not kiis'd your three fin¬
gers fo oft, which now againe you are moil apt to play
the Sir, in. Very good : well kifs'd, and excellent Curt-
fie : *tis fo indeed. Vet againe, your fingers to your
lippes ? Would they were Clufter-pipes for your
fake.
The Moore I know his Trumpet.
Caßoy 'Tis truely fo.
Def. Let's meete him, and recieue him,
Caßo, Loe, where he comes.
Enter OthelloyUnd Attendants,
0th. O, my faire Warriour,
T)ef. My deere Othello.
Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
To fee you heere before me.
Oh my Soules loy ;
If after euery Tempeft, come fuch Calmes,
May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death î
And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
Olympus high î and duck againe as low.
As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
'Twere now to be moft happy. For I feare.
My Soule hath her content fo abfolute,
That not another comfort like to this,
Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
Def The Heauens forbid
But that our Loues
And Comforts ihould encreafe
£uen as our dayes do grow.
Othe. Amen to rhat { fweet Powers)
I cannot fpeake enough of this content,
It ftoppes me heere : it is too much of ioy.
And this, and this the greateft difcords be
That ere our hearts ihall make.
lago. Oh you are well tun'd now : But He fet downe
the peggs that make this Muficke, as honeft as 1 am.
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Othe, Come : let vs to the Caftle.
Newes (Friends) our Warres are done :
The Turkes are drown'd.-
How do's my old Acquaintance of this Ille f
( Hony) you lhall be well defir'd in Cyprus,
I haue found great loue among'ft them. Oh my Sweet,
I prattle out of falhion,and I doate
In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good lago,
Go to the Bay, and difimbarke m y Coffers:
Bring thou the Malier to the Cittadell ,
He is a good one, and his worthyneffe
Do's challenge much refpeft. Come Dejdemona,
Once more well met at Cyprus.
Exit Othello and Dejdemona,
lago. Do thou meet me prefently at the Harbour.
Come thither, if thou be'ft Valiant,(as they fay bafe men
being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures,
more then is natiue to them) lift-me; the Lieutenant to
night watches on the Court of Guard. Firft, I muft tell
thee this : Defdemona, is direflly in loue with him.
Rod. With him ? Why, 'tis not polfible.
lago. Lay thy finger thus : and let thy foule be in-
ftruiled. Marke me with what violence fhe firft lou'd
the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her ikntafticall
lies. To loue him ftill for prating, let not thy difcreet
heart thinke it. Her eye mufl be fed. And what delight
fhall fhe haue to looke on the diuell ? When the Blood
is made dull with the A£l of Sport, there fhould be a
game to enflame it, and to giue Satiety a frefh appetite.
Louelineffe in fauour, fimpathy in yeares. Manners,
and Beauties : all which the Moore is defeftiue in. Now
for want of thefe requir'd Conueniences, her delicate
tenderneffe wil finde it felfe abus'd, begin to heaue the,
gorge, difrellifh and abhorre the Moore, very Nature wil
inftruft her in it, and compelí her to fome fécond choice.
Now Sir, this granted (as it is a moft pregnant and vn-
forc'd pofition) who ftands fo eminent in the degree of
this Forune, as Caßo do's : a knaue very voluble ; no
further confcionable, then in putting on the meere forme
of Ciuill, and Humaine feeming, for the better compafTe
of his fait, and moft hidden loofe Affeâion ? Why none,
why none : A flipper, and fubtle knaue, a finder of occa-
fion : that he's an eye can ftampe, and counterfeit Ad-
uantages, though true Aduantage neuer prefent it felfe.
A diuelifh knaue : befides, the knaue is handfome, young :
and hath all tliofe requifites in him, that folly and greene
mindes looke after. A peftilent compleat knaue, and the
woman hath found him already.
Rodo. I cannot beleeue that in her, fhe's full of moft
blefs'd condition.
lago. Blefs'd figges-end . The Wine fhe drinkes is
made of grapes, if ifhee had beene blefs'd, fhee would
neuer haue lou'd the Moore:Blefs'd pudding. Didft thou
not fee her paddle with the palme of his hand ? Didft not
marke that?
Rod. Yes, that I did : but that was but curtefie.
lago. Leacherie by this hand : an Index, and obfcure
prologue to the Hiftory of Luft and foule Thoughts.
They met fo neere with their lippes, that their breathes
embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, when
thefe mutabilities fo marfhall the way, hard at hand
comes the Mafter, and maine exercife, th'incorporate
conclufion : Pifh. But Sir, be you rul'd by me. I haue
brought you from Venice. Watch you to night : for
the Command, He lay't vpon you. Caj[ßo knowes you
not : He not he farre from you. Do you finde fome oc-
cafion to anger Caßo, either by fpeaking too loud, or
tainting his difcipline, or from what other courfe
you pleafe, which the time fhall more ñuorably mi-
nifter.
Rod. Well.
lago. Sir, he's rafh, and very fodaine in Choller : and
happely may ftrike at you, prouoke him that he may : for
euen out of that will I caufe thefe of Cyprus to Mutiny.
Whofe qualification fhall come into no true tafte a-
gaine, but by the difplanting of Caßo. So fhall you
haue a fhorter iourney to your defires, by the meanes I
fhall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment
moft profitably remoued, without the which there were
no expedlation of our profperitie.
Rodo. I will do this, if you can bring it to any oppor¬
tunity.
lago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
Cittadell. I muft fetch his Neceffaries a Shore. Fare¬
well.
Rodo. Adieu. Exit.
lago. That Caßo loues her, I do well beleeu't :
That fhe loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Crédité.
The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not)
Is of a confiant, louing. Noble Nature,
And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Defdemona
A moft deere husband. Now I do loue her too.
Not out of abfolute Luft, (though peraduenture
I ftand accomptant for as great a fin)
But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,
For that I do fufpeft the luftie Moore
Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof.
Doth (like a poyfonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes :
And nothing can, or fhall content my Soule
Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift.
Or fayling fo, yet that I put the Moore,
At leaft into a lelouzie fo ftrong
That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do.
If this poore Trafh of Venice, whom I trace
For his quicke hunting, ftand the putting on.
He haue our Michael Qaß" on the hip,
Abufe him to the Moore, in the right garbe
(For I feare Caßo with my Night-Cape too)
Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me.
For making him egregioully an Afle,
And prailifing vpon his peace, and quiet,
Euen to madneffe. 'Tis beere : but yet confus'd,
Knaueries plaine face, is neuer fèene, till vs'd. Exit.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Othello's, Herald reith a Proclamation.
Herald. It is Othello's pleafure, our Noble and Vali¬
ant Generali. That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd,
importing the meere perdition of the Turkifh Fleete:
euery man put himfelfe into Triumph. Some to daunce,
fome to make Bonfires, each man, to what Sport and
Reuels his addition leads him. For befides thefe bene¬
fician Newes, it is the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So
much was his pleafure fhould be proclaimed. All offi¬
ces are open, & there is full libertie of Feafting from this
pre¬
sos
the ¿Moore oj Venice.
prefenr houre of fiue, till the Bell haue told eleuen.
BlelTe the Ifle of Cyprus, and our Noble Generali Othel¬
lo. Exit.
Enter Othello, Dejdemona, Cajjio, atiti Attendants.
Othe. Good Michael,\ookt you to the guard to night.
Let's teach our felues that Honourable flop,
Not to out-fport difcretion.
CaJ. lago, hath direition what to do.
But notwithftanding with my perfonall eye
Will 1 looke to't.
Othe. Iago,\% moll honell :
cîW;VW/, goodnight. To morrow with your earliell,
Let me haue fpeech with you. Come my deere Loue,
The purchafe made,the fruités are to enfue.
That profit's yet to come 'tweene me,and you.
Goodnight. Exit.
Enter lago.
Caf. Welcome lago : we mull to the Watch.
lago. Not this houre Lieutenant : 'tis not yet ten
o'th'clocke. Our Generali call vs thus earely for the
loue of his Dejdemona : Who, let vs not therefore blame;
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her : and
Ihe is fport for Joue»
Caf. She^s a moil exquliite Lady.
lago. And He warrant her, full of Game.
Caf. Indeed ihes a moil freih and delicate creature.
Jago. What an eye ihe ha*s?
Methinkes it founds a parley to prouocation.
Caf. An inuiting eye ;
And yet me thinkes right modeft,
lago. And when ihe fpeakes,
Is it not an Alarum to Loue ?
Caf. She is indeed perfeélion.
lago. Well : happineíTe to their Sheetes. Come Lieu¬
tenant, I haue a ilope of Wine, and heere without are a
brace of Cyprus Gallants, that would faine haue a mea-
fure to the health of blacke Othello.
Caf Not to night, good lagOy I haue very poore,
and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well wiih
Curtcfie would inuent fome other Cuftome of enter¬
tainment.
lago. Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, lie
drinke for you.
Caßo. I haue drunke but one Cup to night,and that
was craftily qualified too : and behold what inouation
it makes heere. I am infortunate in the iniirmity, and
dare not taske my weakeneiTe with any more.
lago. What man ? 'Tis a night of Reuels, the Gal.
lants defire it.
Qaf Where are they ?
Jago, Heere,at the doore ; I pray you call them in.
Caf. He do't,but it diHikes me. Exit,
lago. If I can fallen but one Cup vpon him
With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie,
He'l be as full of Quarrell,and offence
As my yong Miftris dogge.
Now my ficke Foole Rodorigoy
Whom Loue hath turn'd almoll the wrong fide out,
To Defdemona hath to night CarrowsM.
Potations,pottle-deepe; and he's to watch.
Three elfe of Cyprus, Noble fwelling Spirites,
(That hold their Honours in a wary diflance,
The very Elements of this Warrelike Ifle) i
Haue I to night flufter'd with flowing Cups,
And they Watch too.
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Now 'mongil this Flocke of drunkards
Am Í put to our Caßo in fome Aflion
That may ofiend the Ifle. Buttere they come.
Enter Caßo, Montano,and Gentlemen.
If Confequence do but approue my dreame.
My Boate failes freely,both with winde and Streame.
Caf. 'Fore heauen,they haue giuen me a rowfe already.
Mon. Good-faith a licle one : not pad a pint,as I am a
Souldier.
lago. Some Wine hoa.
And let me the Canna^in clinl^e,clinl(e t
And let me the Canna^in clin\e.
A Souldiers a man : Oh, mans life's but a Jfan,
f0>y then let a Souldier dringe.
Some Wine Boyes.
CaJ. 'Fore Heauen :an excellent Song.
lago. I learn'd it in England : where indeedthey are
moil potent in Potting. Your Dane, your Germaine,
and your fwag-belly'd Hollander, ( drinke hoa ) are
nothing to your Englifli.
Caßo. Is your Englilhmen fo exquifite in his drin¬
king !
lago. Why, he drinkes you with facillitie, your Dane
dead drunke. He fweates not to ouerthrow your Al-
maine. He giues your Hollander a vomit, ere the next
Pottle can be fill'd.
CaJ. To the health of our Generali.
Mon. I am for it Lieutenant : and He do you luftice.
lago. Oh fweet England. '
King Stephen spas and- a "worthy Peere,
Hü Breeches coji him hut a Crowne,
He held them Six pence all to deere.
With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne :
He was a wight of high Renowne,
.And thou art hut of low degree :
' Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe.
And take thy awVd Cloake about thee.
Some Wine hoa.
Caßo. Why this is a more exquifite Song then the o-
ther.
lago. Will you heare't againe ?
CaJ. No : for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place,
that do's thofe things. Well : heau'ns aboue all : and
there be foules mull be faued, and there be foules mud
not be faued.
lago. It's true,good Lieutenant.
CaJ. For mine owne part, no offence to the Generali,
nor any man of qualitie : I hope to be faued.
lago. And fo do I too Lieutenant.
C^io. I : (but by your leaue ) not before me. The
Lieutenant is to be faued before the Ancient. Let's haue
no more of this : let's to our Affaires. Forgiue vs our
finnes : Gentlemen let's looke to our bufineffe. Do not
thinke Gentlemen,! am drunke : this is my Ancient, this
is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunke
now : I can dand well enough,and I fpeake well enough.
Gent. Excellent well.
CaJ. Why very well then : you mud not thinke then,
that I am drunke. Exit.
Monta. To th'Platforme ( Maders) come, let's fet the
Watch.
Jago. You fee this Fellow, that is gone before.
He's a Souldier, fit to dand by Cafar,
And giue direilion. And do but fee his vice,
'Tis to his vertue,a iud Equinox,
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The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pittie of him :
I feare the truft OibtUo puts him in,
On fome odde time of hisinfirmitie
Will /hake this Illand.
Mont. But is he often thus?
lago. 'Tis euermore his prologue to his fleepe,
He'le watch the Horologe a double Set,
If Drinke rocke not his Cradle,
Mont. It were well
The Generali were put in mind of it :
Perhaps he fees it not, or his good nature
Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cajjio,
And lookes not on his euills ; is not this true i
Enter Rodorigo,
lago. How now Rodorigo ?
I pray you after the Lieutenant, go.
Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore
Should hazard fuch a Place,as his owne Second
With one of an ingraft Infirmitie,
It were an honeft A¿Iion,to fay fo
To the Moore.
lago. Not I, for this taire Illand,
I do loue CaJJio well : and would do much
To cure him of this euill. But hearke, what noife ?
Snter CaJJio purfuing Rodorigo,
Caf. You Rogue : you Rafcall.
Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant ?
Caf. A Knaue teach me my dutie ? He beate the
Knaueinto a Twiggen-Bottle.
Rod. Beate me ?
Caf. Doft thou prate. Rogue ?
Mon. Nay, good Lieutenant :
I pray you Sir, hold your hand.
Cajßo .Let me go(Sir)
Or He knocke you o're the Mazard.
eMon. Come,come : you're drunke.
Caßo. Drunke?
lago. Away I fay : go out and cry a Mutinie.
Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen ;
Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano :
Helpe Mailers. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed.
Who's that which rings the Bell; Diablo, hoa :
The Towne will rife. Fie, fie Lieutenant,
Vou'le be a/ham'd for euer.
Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Othe. What is the matter heere?
Man. I bleed llill, I am hurt to th'deatb. He dies.
Othe. Hold for your hues.
lag.noM hoa : Lieutenant, Sir Aíontóní,Gentlemen:
Haue you forgot all place of fenfe and dutie?
Hold. The General! fpeaks to you : hold for lhame.
0th. Why how now hoa? From whence arifeth thisf
Are we turn'd Turkes ? and to our felues do that
Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes,
For Chriftian lhame,put by this barbarous Brawle:
He that llirs next, tocarue for his owne rage.
Holds his foule light ; He dies vpon his Motion.
Silence that dreadfull Bell, it frights the Ifle,
From her propriety. What is the matter. Mallets ?
Honell lago,that lookes dead with greening,
Speake ; who began this? On thy loue I charge thee ?
lago. I do not know: Friends all, but(now,euen now.
In Quarter,and in termes like Bride, and Groome
Deuelling them for Bed : and then, but now :
(As if fome Planet had vnwitted men)
Swords out,and tilting one at others brealles,
In oppofition bloody. I cannot fpeake
Any begining to this peeuilh oddes.
And would,in Aflion glorious,! had loft
Thofe legges, that brought me to a part of it.
Othe. How comes it(ACc¿ae//)you are thus forgot?
Caf. I pray you pardon me, I cannot fpeake.
Othe. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be ciuill :
The grauitie,and ftillnelTe of your youth
The world hath noted. And your name is great
In mouthes of wifeft Cenfure. What's the matter
That you vnlace your reputation thus,
And fpend your rich opinion, for the name
Of a night-brawler ? Giue me anfwer to it.
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.
Your Officer lago,zza informe you.
While I fpare fpeech which fomething now offends me.
Of all that Ido know, nor know I ought
By me, that's faid,ordone amiffe this night,
Vnleffe felfe-charitie be fometimes a vice,
And to defend our felues, it be a finne
When violence affailes vs.
Othe. Now by Heauen,
My blood begins my fafer Guides to rule.
And paffion(hauing my bell iudgement collied)
Affaies to leade the way. If I once llir,
Or do but lift this Arme, the bell of you
Shall linke in my rebuke. Giue me to know
How this foule Rout began: Who fet it on.
And he that is approu'd in this offence.
Though he had twinn'd with me,both at a birth.
Shall loofe me. What in a Towne of warre.
Yet wilde, the peoples hearts brim-full of feare.
To Manage priuate, and domellicke Quarrell ?
In night, and on theCourt and Guard oflafelie?
'Tis monftrous : Iago,viho began't?
Mon. If partially Affin'd, or league in office.
Thou doli deliuer more, or leffe then Truth,
Thou art no Souldier.
lago. Touch me not fo neere,
I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth.
Then it Ihould do offence to Michaeli Caßo.
Yet I perfwade my felfe,to fpeake the truth
Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generali;
Montano and my felfe being in fpeech.
There comes a Fellow, crying out for helpe.
And Caßo following him with determin'd Sword
To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman,
Steppes in to Caßo.anA entreats his paufe:
My felfe, the crying Fellow did purlue,
Leaft by his.c lamour (as it fo fell out)
The Towne might fall in fright. He,(fwift of foote)
Out-ran my purpofe : and I return'd then rather
For that I heard the clinke.and fall of Swords,
And Caßo high in oath : Which till to night
I nere might fay before. When I came backe
(For this was briefe)! found them clofe together
At blow,and thruft,euen as againe they were
When you your felfe did part them.
More of this matter cannot I report.
But Men are Men : The bell fometimes forget,
Though Caßo didfome little wrong to him,
As men in rage ftrike thofe that wilh them bell,
Y et furely Caßo, I beleeue receiu'd
From him that fled,fome llrange Indignitie,
Which patience could not pafle.
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Othe. I know lago
Thy honeftie,and loue doth mince this matter,
Making it light to Caßo : Caßo, I loue thee,
But neuer more be Officer of mine.
Etiler Dejdemotta attended.
Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp :
He make thee an example.
Def. What is the matter (Deere ?)
Othe, All's well, Sweeting :
Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts.
My felfe will be your Surgeon. Lead him off:
/«¿•e,looke with care about the Towne,
And lilence thofe whom this vil'd brawle diftrafled.
Co me Defdemona, 'tis the Soldiers life,
To.haue their Balmy (lumbers wak'd| with ftrife. Exit,
lago. What are you hurt Lieutenant.'
Caf. I,paft all Surgery.
lago. Marry Heauen forbid.
Caf. Reputation,Reputation,Reputation; Oh I haue
toft my Reputation. I haue loft the immortall part of
myfelfe, and what remaines is beftiall. My Reputation,
Iago,my Reputation.
lago. As I am an honeft man 1 had thought you had
receiued fome bodily wound; there is more fence in that
then in Reputation. Reputation is an idle, and moft falle
impofition; oft got without merit, aud loft without de-
feruing. You haue loft no Reputation at all, vnleffe you
repute your felfe fuch a loofer. What man, there are
more wayes to recouer the Generali againe. You are
but now caft in his moode,(a punilhment more in poU-
cie,then in malice ) euen fo as one would beate his of-
fenceleffe dogge,ro affright an Imperious Lyon. Sue to
him againe,and he's yours.
Caf I will rather fue to be defpis'd, then to deceiue
fo good a Commander, with fo (light,fo drunken,and fo
indifcreet an Officer. Drunke .' And fpeake Parrat.' And
fquabble .' Swagger ? Sweare ? And difcourfe Fuftian
with |ones owne (hadow ? Oh thou invifible fpirit of
Wine, if thou haft no name to be knowne by, let vs call
thee Diuell.
lago. What was he that you follow'd with your
Sword ? What had he done to you ?
Caf. I know not.
lago. Is't poffible ?
Caf. I remember a maflfe of things, hut nothing di-
ftindlly : a Quarrell, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that
men (hould put an Enemie in their mouthes, to fteale a-
way their Braines .' that we (hould with ioy, pleafance,
reuell and applaufe, transforme our felues into Beafts.
lago. Why.' But you are now well enough : how
came you thus recouered ?
Caf. It hath pleas'd the diuell drunkennelTe, to giue
place to the diuell wrath, one vnperfeäneffe, (hewes me
another to make me frankly defpife my felfe.
lago. Come, you are too feuere a Moraller. As the
Time, the Place,& the Condition of this Country ftands
I could hartily wifli this had not befalne : but lince it is, as
it is, mend it for your owne good.
Caf. I will aske him for my Place againe, he (hall tell
me, I am a drunkard : had I as many mouthes as Hydra,
fuch an anfwer would ftop them all. To be now a fen-
(ible man, by and by a Foole,and prefently a Beaft. Oh
dränge! Euery inordinate cup is vnbiefs'd,and the Ingre¬
dient is a diuell.
lago. Come, come : good wine, is a good famill^t
Creature, if it be well vs'd : exclaime no more againft i'-
And good Lieutenant, I thinke, you thinke I lou®
you.
Caßo. I haue well approued it. Sir.I drunke?
lago. You, or any man liuing, may be drunke at a
time man. I tell you what you (hall do : Our General's
Wife, is now the Generali. I may fay fo, in this refpeil,
for that he hath denoted, and giuen vp himfelfe to the
Contemplation, marke : and denotement of her parts
and Graces. ConfelTe your felfe freely to her : Impor¬
tune her helpe to put you in your place againe. She is
of fo free, Co kinde, fo apt, fo bleffed a difpofition,
(he holds it a vice in her goodneffe, not to do more
then (he is requefted. This broken ioynt betweene
you, and her husband, entreat her to fplinter. And my
Fortunes againft any lay worth naming, this cracke of
your Loue, (hall grow ftonger, then it was before.
Cfß"- You aduife me well.
lago. I proteft in the finceritie of Loue, and honeft
kindneffe.
Caßo. I thinke it freely : and betimes in the mor¬
ning, I will befeech the vertuous Defdemona to vndertake
for me : I am defperate of my Fortunes if they check me.
lago. You are in the right : good night Lieutenant, I
muft to the Watch.
Caßo. Good night, honeft lago.
Exit Caßio.
lago. And what's he then,
That faies I play the Villaine?
When this aduife is free I giue,and honeft,
Proball to thinking, and indeed the courfe
To win the Moore againe.
For 'tis moft ealie
Th'inclyning Defdemona to fubdue
In any honeft Suite. She's fram'd as fruitefull
As the free Elements. And then for her
To win the Moore, were to rcnownce his Baptifme,
All Scales,and Simbols of redeemed fin :
His Soule is fo enfetter'd to her Loue,
That (he may make,vnmake,dowhat (he lift,
Euen as her Appetite (hall play the God,
With his weake Funilion. How am I then a Villaine,
To Counfell Caßo to this paralell courfe,
Direilly to his good ? Diuinitie of hell,
When diuels will the blacked (innes put on.
They do fugged at firft with heauenly (hewes,
As I do now. For whiles this honeft Foole
Plies Defdemona, to repaire his Fortune,
And (he for him.pleades ftrongly to the Moore,
lie powre this peiiilence into his eare :
That (he repeales him,for her bodies Luft'
And by how much (he ftriues to do h'm good.
She (hall vndo her Crédité with the Moore.
So wdll I turne her vertue into pitch.
And out of her owne goodneffe make the Net,
That (hall en-ma(h them all.
How now Rodorigo ?
Enter "Rodorigo.
Rodorigo. I do follow heere in the Chace, not
like a Hound that hunts, but one that (illes vp the
Crie. My Money is almoll fpent; I haue bin to night
exceedingly well Cudgell'd : And I thinke the ¡(Tue
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will bee, I lhall haue fo much experience for my paines;
And fo, with no money at all, and a little more Wit, re
turne againe to Venice.
lago. How poore are they that haue not Patience ?
What wound did euer heale but by degrees?
Thou know'ft we worke by Wit,and not by Witchcraft
And Wit depends on dilatory time :
Dos't not go well ? Cajfio hath beaten thee.
And thou by that fmall hurt hath calheer'd Caffto:
Though other things grow faire againft the Sun,
Yet Fruités that bloifome firft, will firft be ripe ;
Content thy felfe, a-while. Introth 'tis Morning ;
Pleafure, and Ailion, make the houres feeme Ihort.
Retire thee, go where thou art Billited ;
Away, I fay, thou lhalt know more heereafter :
Nay get thee gone. Exit Rodorigo.
Two things are to be done :
My Wife muft moue for Caßo to her Miftris :
He fet her on my felfe, a while, to draw the Moor apart.
And bring him iumpe, when hejmay Caßio finde
Soliciting his wife : I,that's the way :
Dull not Deuice, by coldnelfe,and delay. Exit.
zActus Tertius. ^cenaTrima.
Enter Caßo,Mußtians,and Clowne.
Caßo. Mailers, play heere, I wil content your paines.
Something that's briefe: and bid,goodmorrow' General.
Clo. Why Mailers, haue your Inllruments bin in Na¬
ples, that they fpeake i'th'Nofe thus ?
Mu¡. How Sir ? how ?
Clo. Are thefe I pray you, winde Inllruments?
MuJ. I marry are they fir.
Clo. Oh,thereby hangs a tale.
MuJ. Whereby hangs a tale, fir ?
Clow. Marry fir, by many a winde Inftrument that I
know. But Mailers,heere's money for you land the Ge¬
nerali fo likes your Mufick, that he defires you for loues
fake to make no more noife with it.
MuJ. Well Sir, we will not.
Clo. If you haue any Muficke that may not be heard,
too't againe. But (as they fay)to heare Muficke,the Ge¬
nerali do's not greatly care.
MuJ. We haue none fuch, fir.
Clow. Then put vp your Pipes in your bagge, for He
away. Go.vanilh into ayre,away. Exit Mu.
Caßio Doll thou heare me, mine honell.Friend ?
Clo. No, I heare not your honell Friend :
I heare you.
Qaßo. Prythee keepe vp thy Quillets, ther's a poore
peece of Gold for thee : if the Gentlewoman that attends
the Generali be llirring, tell her, there's one Caßo en¬
treats her a little fauour of Speech. Wilt thou do this?
Clo. She is llirring fir : if Ihe will llirre hither, I lhall
feeme to notifie vnto her. Exit Clo.
Enter lago.
In happy time, lago.
lago. You haue not bin a-bed then?
Caßo.Why no : the day had broke before we parted.
I haue made bold J lago) to fend in to your wife :
My fuite to her is, that Ihe will to vertuous Dejdemona
Procure me fome accefle.
lago. He fend her to you prefently :
And lie deuife a meane to draw the Moore
Out of the way, that your conuerfe and bufinelTe
May be more free. Exit
Caßo. I humbly thanke you for't. I neuer knew
A Florentine more kinde,and honell.j
Enter e/Emilia.
e/£mit. Goodmorrow(good Lieutenant) I am forrie
For your difpleafure : but all will fure be well.
The Generali and his wife are talking of it.
And Ihe fpeakes for you lloutly. The Moore replies.
That he you hurt is of great Fame in Cyprus,
And great Affinitie : and that in wholfome Wifedome
He might not but refufe you.But he protells he loues you
And needs no other Suitor, but his likings
To bring you in againe.
Caßo. Yet I befeech you.
If you thinke fit, or that it may be done,
Giue me aduantage of fome breefe Difcourfe
With 'Dejdemon alone.
e/£mil. Pray you come in :
I will bellow you where you lhall haue time
To fpeake your bofome freely.
Caßio. I am much bound to you.
Scœna Secunda.
Enter Othello, lago,and Gentlemen.
Othe. Thefe Letters giue {lago) to the Pylot,
And by him do my duties to the Senate :
That done, I will be walking on the Workes,
Repaire there to mee.
lago. Well,my good Lord, He doo't.
0th. This Fortification ( Gentlemen)lhall we fee't?
Gent. Well waite vpon your Lordlhip. Exeunt
Scœna Tertia.
Enter Dejdemona, Caßo, and eEmilia.
nDef. Be thou alTur'd (good Caßo) I will do
All my abilities in thy behalfe.
c/£mil. Good Madam do :
I warrant it greeues my Husband,
As if the caufe were his.
"DeJ. Oh that's an honell Fellow, Do not doubt Caßo
But I will haue my Lord, and you againe
As friendly as you were.
Caßio. Bounteous Madam,
What euer lhall become of ¡¡Michael Caßo,
He's neuer anything but your true Seruant.
DeJ. I know't : I thanke you: you do loue my Lord:
You haue knowne him long.and be you well alTur'd
He lhall in ftrangenelfe Hand no farther off.
Then in a politique dillance.
Caßo. I, but Lady,
That policie may either lall fo long.
Or feede vpon fuch nice and waterilh diet.
Or breede it felfe fo out of Circumllances,
That I being abfent, and my place fupply'd.
My Generali will forget my Loue, and Seruice,
DeJ. Do not doubt that : before eEmilia here,
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I giue thee warrant of thy place. Aflure thee.
If I do vow a frlendlhip, lie performe it
To the laft Article. My Lord lhall neuer reft,
He watch him tame, and taike him out of patience ¡
His Bed lhall feeme a Schoole, his Boord a Shrift,
He intermingle euery thing he do's
With Caßo's fuite : Therefore be merry Cajßo,
For thy Solicitor lhall rather dye.
Then giue thy caufe away.
Enter OtheUt>,and lago.
oyEmil. Madam, heere comes my Lord.
Caffw. Madam, He take my leaue.
Def. Why ftay,and heare me fpeake.
Cßjio. Madam, not now : I am very ill at eafe,
Vnfit for mine owne purpofes.
DeJ. Well, do your difcretion. Exit Caßo.
Jago. Hah? I like not that.
Othel. What doft thou fay }
lago. Nothing my Lord ; or if 1 know not what.
Othel. Was not that Caffio parted from my wife }
Jago. Caffto my Lord ? No fure, I cannot thinke it
That he would fteale away fo guilty-like.
Seeing your comming.
Otb. I do beleeue 'twas he.
Def. How now my Lord
1 haue bin talking with a Suitor heere,
A man that languilhes in your difpleafure.
Otb, Who is't you meane ?
Def. Why your Lieutenant C'lffi'' •' Good my Lord,
If I haue any grace, or power to moue you.
His prefent reconciliation take.
For if he be not one, that truly loues you,
That erres in Ignorance, and not in Cunning,
I haue no iudgement in an honeft face.
I prythee call him backe.
Otb. Went he hence now ?
Def. I footh ; fo humbled.
That he hath left part of his greefe with mee
To fuffer with him. Good Loue, call him backe.
Otbel. Not now (fweet Defdemon) fome other time.
Def. But Ihall't be Ihortly ?
Otb. The fooner (Sweet) for you.
Def. Shall't be to night, at Supper f
Otb. No, not to night.
Def. To morrow Dinner then ?
Otb. I lhall not dine at home:
I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell.
Def. Why then to morrow night, on Tuefday morne,
OnTuefday noone, or night; on Wenfday Morne.
1 prythee name the time, but let it not
Exceed three dayes. Infaith hee's penitent :
And yet his Trefpafle, in our common reafon
(Saue that they fay the warres mull make example)
Out of her beft, is not almoft a fault
T'encurre a priuate checke. When lhall he come ?
Tell me Othello. I wonder in my Soule
What you would aske me, that I Ihould deny.
Or Hand fo mam'ring on ? What ? Michael Caßo,
That came a woing with you ? and fo many a time
(When I haue fpoke of you difpraifingly)
Hath tane your part, to haue fo much to do
To bring him in ? Truft me, I could do much.
Otb. Prythee no more : Let him come when he will :
I will deny thee nothing.
Def. Why, this is not a Boone î
'Tis as I Ihould entreate you weare your Cloues,
Or feede on nourilhing dilhes, or keepe you warme.
Or fue to you, to do a peculiar profit
To your owne perfon. Nay, when I haue a fuite
Wherein I meane to touch your Loue indeed,
It lhall be full of poize, and dilficult waight.
And fearefull to be granted.
Otb. I will deny thee nothing.
Whereon, I do befeech thee, grant me this.
To leaue me but a little to my felfe.
Def. Shall I deny you ? No : farewell my Lord.
Otb. Farewell my "Dejdemona, He come to thee lirait.
fDef. e/Emilia come ; be as your Fancies teach you :
What ere you be, I am obedient. Exit.
Otb. Excellent wretch : Perdition catch my Soule
But I do loue thee : and when I loue thee not.
Chaos is come againe.
lago. My Noble Lord.
Otb. What doft thou fay,?
Jago. Did Michael Caßto
When he woo'd my Lady, know of your loue ?
Otb. He did, from firft to laft :
Why doft thou aske ?
lago. But for a fatisfaflion of my Thought,
No further harme.
Otb. Why of thy thought, lago ?
Jago. I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir.
Otb. O yes, and went betweene vs very oft.
lago. Indeed ?
Otb. Indeed? I indeed. Difcern'ft thou ought in that?
Is he not honeft
lago. Honeft, my Lord ?
Otb. Honeft? I, Honeft.
Jago. My Lord, for ought I know.
Otb. What do'ft thou thinke ?
lago. Thinke, my Lord ?
Otb. Thinke, my Lord ? Alas, thou ecchos't me ;
As if there were fome Monfter in thy thought
Too hideous to be Ihewne. Thou doll mean fomthing :
I heard thee fay euen now, thou lik'ft not that.
When Cafiio left my wife. What didd'ft not like ?
And when I told thee, he was of my Counfaile,
Of my whole courfe of wooing ; thou cried'ft, Indeede ?
And didd'ft contrail, and purfe thy brow together.
As if thou then hadd'ft Ihut vp in thy Braine
Some horrible Conceite. If thou do'ft loue me.
Shew me thy thought.
lago. My Lord, you know I loue you.
Otb. I thinke thou do'ft :
And for I know thou'rt full of Loue, and Honeftie,
And weigh'ft thy words before thou giu'ft them breath.
Therefore thefe Hops of thine, fright me the more :
For fuch things in a falfe dilloyall Knaue
Are trickes of Cuftome : but in a man that's iuft.
They're clofe dilations, working from the heart.
That Pafiion cannot rule.
Jago. For Michael CafsiOf
I dare be fworne, I thinke that he is honeft.
Otb. I thinke fo too.
lago. Men Ihould be what they feeme.
Or thofe that be not, would they might feeme none.
Otb. Certaine, men Ihould be what they feeme.
lago. Why then I thinke Cafsio's an honeft man.
Otb. Nay, yet there's more in this ?
I prythee fpeake to me, as to thy thinkings,
As thou doft ruminate, and giue thy worft of thoughts
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The worft of words.
lago. Good my Lord pardon me,
Though I am bound to euery Aâe of dutie,
I am not bound to that : All Siaues are free:
Vtter my Thoughts? Why fay, they are vild,and fake?
As where's that Palace, whereinto foule things
Sometimes intrude not ? Who ha's that breaft fo pure,
Wherein vncleanly Apprehenfions
Keepe Leetes, and Law-dayes, and in Sellions fit
With meditations lawfull ?
Otb. Thou do'ft confpire againft thy Friend (lago)
If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'll his eare
A ftranger to thy Thoughts.
lago. 1 do befeech you.
Though I perchance am vicious in my guefle
(As I confefle it is my Natures plague
To fpy into Abufes, and of my iealoufie
Shapes faults that are not) that your wifedome
From one, that fo imperfeéily conceits.
Would take no notice, nor build your felfe a trouble
Out of his fcattering, and vnfure obferuance :
It were not for your quiet, nor your good.
Nor for my Manhood, Honefty, and Wifedome,
To let you know my thoughts.
Otb. What doll thou meane ?
lago. Good name in Man, & woman(deere my Lord)
Is the immediate lewell of their Soules j
Who fteales my purfe, fteales tralh :
'Tis fomething, nothing ;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has bin Haue to thoufands :
But he that filches from me my good Name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him.
And makes me poore indeed.
Otb. He know thy Thoughts.
lago. Y ou cannot, if my heart were in your hand.
Nor fiiall not, whil'ft 'tis in my cuftodie.
Otb. Haf
lago. Oh, beware my Lord, of iealoufie.
It is the greene-ey'd Monfter, which doth mocke
The meate it feeds on. That Cuckold Hues in blilTe,
Who certaine of his Fate, loues not his wronger :
But oh, what damned minutes tels he ore.
Who dotes, yet doubts : Sufpefis, yet foundly loues ?
Otb. O miferie.
lago. Poore, and Content, is rich, and rich enough.
But Riches finelelTe, is as poore as Winter,
To him that euer feares he lhall be poore ;
Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend
From Iealoufie.
Otb. Why? why is this ?
Think'ft thou, I'ld make a Life of Iealoufie j
To follow ftill the changes of the Moone
With frelh fufpitions ? No : to be once in doubt.
Is to be refolu'd : Exchange me for a Goat,
When I lhall turne the bufinelfe of my Soule
To fuch exufflicate, and blow'd Surmifes,
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me lealious.
To fay my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company.
Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes,and Dances:
Where Vertue is, thefe are more vertuous.
Nor from mine owne weake mérités, will I draw
The fmalleft feare, or doubt of her reuolt.
For Ihe had eyes, and chofe me. No lago.
He fee before I doubt ; when I doubt, proue j
And on the proofe, there is no more but this.
Away at once with Loue,or Iealoufie.
la. I am glad of this : For now I lhall haue reafon
To Ihew the Loue and Duty that I beare you
With franker fpirit. Therefore (as I am bound)
Receiue it from me. I fpeake not yet of proofe :
Looke to your wife, obfeme her well with Cafsio,
Weare your eyes, thus : not lealious, nor Secure :
I would not haue your free, and Noble Nature,
Out of felfe-Bounty, be abus'd : Looke too't :
I know our Country difpofition well :
In Venice, they do let Heauen fee the prankes
They dare not Ihew their Husbands.
Their bell Confcience,
Is not to leaue't vndone, but kept vnknowne.
Otb. Doll thou fay fo?
lago. She did deceiue her Father, marrying you.
And when Ihe feem'd to lhake,and feare your lookes.
She lou'd them moll.
Otb. And fo Ihe did.
lago. Why go too then :
Shee that fo young could giue out fuch a Seeming
To feele her Fathers eyes vp, clofe as Cake,
He thought 'twas Witchcraft.
But I am much too blame :
I humbly do befeech you of your pardon
For too much louing you.
Otb. I am bound to thee for euer.
lago. I fee this hath a little dalh'd your Spirits :
Otb. Not a iot, not a iot.
lago. Truft me, I feare it has :
I hope you will conlider what is fpoke
Comes from your Loue.
But I do fee y'are moou'd :
I am to pray you, not to ftraine my fpeech
To groffer iffues , nor to larger reach.
Then to Sufpition.
Otb. I will not.
lago. Should you do fo(my Lord)
My fpeech Ihould fall into fuch vilde fuccelfe.
Which my Thoughts aym'd not.
Caßo's my worthy Friend :
My Lord, I fee y'are mou'd.
Otb. No, not much mou'd :
I do not thinke but Defdetnotta'i honell.
lago. Long Hue file fo ;
And long Hue you to thinke fo.
Otb. And yet how Nature erring from it lelfe.
lago. I, there's the point :
As (to be bold with you)
Not to alfeél many propofed Matches
Of her owne Clime, Complexion, and Degree,
Whereto we fee in all things, Nature tends :
Foh, one may fmel in fuch, a will moft ranke.
Foule difproportions. Thoughts vnnaturall.
But (pardon me) I do not in pofition
Diftinilly fpeake of her, though I may feare
Her will, recoyling to her better iudgement.
May fal to match you with her Country formes.
And happily repent.
Otb. Farewell, farewell :
If more thou doll perceiue, let me know more:
Set on thy wife to obferue.
Leaue me lago,
lago. My Lord, I take my leaue.
Otbel. Why did I marry?
This honell Creature (doubtlefle)
Sees,and knowes more, much more then he vnfolds.
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lago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honor
To fcan this thing no farther : Leaue it to time.
Although 'tis fit that Cajßo haue his Place ;
For fure he filles it vp with great Ability j
Yet if you pleafe, to him ofiF a-while :
You ihall by thatperceiue him,and his meanest
Note if your Lady ftraine his Entertainment
With any ftrong, or vehement importunitie,
Much will be feene in that: In the meane time.
Let me be thought too bufie in my feares,
( As worthy caufe I haue to feare I am)
And hold her free, I do befeech your Honor.
OrS, Feare not my gouernment.
lago. I once more take my leaue. ■ Exit.
0th. This Fellow's of exceeding honefty.
And knowes all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit
Of humane dealings. If I do proue her Haggard,
Though that her lefiTes were my deere heart-firings,
I'ld whifile her off, and let her downe the winde
To prey at Fortune. Haply, for I am blacke.
And haue not thofe foft parts of Conueriation
That Chamberers haue : Or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of yeares(yet that's not much)
Shee'sgone. 1 am abus'd, and my releefe
Muft be to loath her. Oh Curfe of Marriage I
That we can call thefe delicate Creatures ours.
And not their Appetites ? I had rather be a Toad,
And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon,
Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue
For others vfes. Yet'tis the plague to Great-ones,
Prerogatiu'd are they lefle then the Bafe,
'Tis defiiny vnlhunnable, like death :
Euen then, this forked plague is Fated to vs.
When we do quicken. Looke where flie comes :
enter Defdemona and o/Emilia,
If Ihe be falfe, Heauen mock'd it felfe :
He not beleeue't.
Dej. How now, my deere Othello ?
Your dinner, and the generous Illanders
By you inuited, do attend your prefence.
Oth. 1 am too blame.
"Def. Why do you fpeake fo faintly?
Are you not well?
Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead, heere.
Def. Why that's with watching, 'twill away againe.
Let me but binde it hard, within this houre
It will be well.
Oth. Your Napkin is too little :
Let it alone : Come, He go in with you. Exit.
fDeJ. I am very forry that you are not well.
o/£mi¡, 1 am glad I haue found this Napkin :
This was her firft remembrance from the Moore,
My wayward Husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to fteale it. But Ihe fo loues the Token,
(For he coniur'd her, Ihe fhould euer keepe it)
That file referues it euermore about her.
To kifle,and talke too. He haue the worke tane out.
And glu't lago ; what he will do with it
Heauen knowes, not I :
I nothing, but to pleaie his Fantafie.
Enter lago.
lago. How now ? What do you heere alone ?
e/£mil. Do not you chide : I haue a thing for you.
lago. You haue a thing for me ?
It is a common thing
oy£mil. Hah ?
lago. To haue a fooli/h wife.
orEmil. Oh, is that all ? What will you giue me now
For that fame Handkerchiefe.
lago. What Handkerchiefe ?
oyEmil. What Handkerchiefe ?
Why that the Moore firft gaue to Defdemona,
That which fo often you did bid me fteale.
lago. Haft ftolne it from her?
eÂHmit. No : but ihe let it drop by negligence,
And to th'aduantage, I being heere, took't vp :
Looke, heere 'tis.
lago. A good wench, giue it me.
erEmil. What will you do with't, that you haue bene
fo earneft to haue me filch it ?
lago. Why, what is that to you ?
oyEmil. If it be not for fome purpofe of import,
Giu't me againe. Poore Lady,ftiee'l run mad
When file ftiall lacke it.
lago. Be not acknowne on't :
I haue vfe for it. Go, leaue me. Sxit erEmil.
I will in Caßo's Lodging loofe this Napkin,
And let him finde it. Trifles light as ayre.
Are to the iealious, confirmations ftrong.
As proofes of holy Writ. This may do ibmethlng.
The Moore already changes with my poyfon :
Dangerous conceites, are in their Natures poyfons.
Which at the firft are fcarfe found to diftafte :
But with a little adle vpon the blood,
Burne like the Mines of Sulphure. I did fay fo.
Enter Othello.
Looke where he comes : Not Poppy, nor Mandragora,
Nor all the drowfie Syrrups of the world
Shall euer medicine thee to that fweete fleepe
Which thou owd'ft yefterday.
Oth. Ha, ha, falfe to mee ?
lago. Why how now Generali ?No more of that.
Oth. Auant, be gone : Thou haft fee me on the Racke:
I fweare 'tis better to be much abus'd.
Then but to know't a little.
lago. How now, my Lord ?
Oth. What fenfe had I, in her ftolne houres of Luft ?
I faw't not, thought it not : it harm'd not me :
I llept the next night well, fed well, was free, and merrie.
I found not Caßo's kiflfes on her Lippes :
He that is robb'd,not wanting what is ftolne,
Let him not know't,and he's not robb'd at all.
lago. I am forry to heare this ?
Oth. I had beene happy, if the generali Campe,^
Pyoners and all, had tailed her fweet Body,
So I had nothing knowne. Oh now, for euer
Farewell the Tranquill minde ; farewell Content ;
Farewell the plumed Troopes, and the bigge Warres,
That makes Ambition, Vertue ! Oh farewell;
Farewell the neighing Steed, and the flirill Trumpe,
The Spirit-ftirring Drum, th'Eare-piercing Fife,
The Royall Banner, and all Qualitie,
Pride, Pompe,and Circumftance of glorious Warre :
And O you mortall Engines, whofe rude tbroates
Th'immortall loues dread Clamours, counterfet.
Farewell : Othello's Occupation's gone.
lago. Is't poffible,my Lord ?
Oth. Villaine, be fure thou proue my Loue a Whore;
Be fure of it : Giue me the Occular proofe.
Or
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Or by the worth of mine eternal! Soufe,
Thou had'ft bin better haue bin borne a Dog
Then anfwer my wak'd wrath.
lago. Is't come to this ?
0th. Make me to fee't : or (at the lead) fo proue it,
That the probation beare no Hindge, nor Loope,
To hang a doubt on : Or woe vpon thy life,
lago. My Noble Lord.
0th. If thou dod (lander her, and torture me.
Neuer pray more : Abandon all remorfe
On Horrors head. Horrors accumulate :
Do deeds to make Heauen weepe, all Earth amaz'd;
For nothing cand thou to damnation adde,
Greater then that.
lago. O Grace ! O Heauen forgiue me !
Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Senfe ?
God buy you : take mine OfBce. Oh wretched Foole,
That lou'd to make thine Honedy, a Vice !
Oh mondrous world! Take note, take note (O World)
To be diredl and honed, is not fafe.
I thanke you for this profit, and from hence
He loue no Friend, fith Loue breeds fuch offence.
0th. Nay day : thou fhould'd be honed.
lago. I (hould be wife ; for Honedie's a Foole,
And loofes that it workes for.
0th. By the World,
I thinke my Wife be honed, and thinke (he is not :
I thinke that thou art iud, and thinke thou art not :
He haue fome proofe. My name that was as fi'efh
As Diatis Vifage, is now begrim'd and blacke
As mine owne face. If there be Cords, or Kniues,
Poyfon,or Fire, or fuffocating dreames.
He not indure it. Would I were fatisfied.
lago. I fee you are eaten vp with Paffion :
I do repent me, that I put it to you.
You would be fatisfied ?
0th. Would? Nay, and I will.
lago. And may : but how? How fatisfied, my Lord ?
Would you the fuper-vifion grolfely gape on ?
Behold her top'd ?
0th. Death,and damnation. Oh !
lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I thinke.
To bring them to that Profpeif : Damne them then.
If euer mortal! eyes do fee them boulder
More then their owne. What then?How then ?
What (hall I fay? Where's Satisfaition ?
It is impoffible you (hould fee this.
Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkeyes,
As fait as Wolues in pride, and Fooles as groife
As Ignorance, made drunke. But yet , I fay.
If imputation, and drong circumdances.
Which leade direftly to the doore of Truth,
Will giue you fatisfailion, you might haue't.
0th. Giue me a liuing reafon (he's difloyall.
lago. I do not like the Office.
But fith I am entred in this caufe fo farre
(Prick'd too't by foolilh Honedy, and Loue)
I will go on. I lay with Cajfio lately.
And being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not (leepe. There are a kinde of men,
So loofe of Soule, that in their (leepes will mutter
Their Affayres : one of this kinde is Caßo :
In (leepe I heard him fay, fweet Dejdemona,
Let vs be wary, let vs hide our Loues,
And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand :
Cry, oh fweet Creature ; then kiffe me hard.
As if he pluckt vp kiffes by the rootes.
That grew vpon my lippes, laid his Leg ore my Thigh,
And figh,and kilTe, and then cry curfed Fate,
That gaue thee to the Moore.
0th. O mondrous ! mondrous !
lago. Nay, this was but his Dreame.
0th. But this denoted a fore-gone conclufion,
'Tis a (hrew'd doubt, though it be but a Dreame.
lago. And this may helpe to thicken other proofes.
That do demondrate thinly.
0th. He teare her all to peeces.
lago. Nay yet be wife ; yet we fee nothing done.
She may be honed yet : Tell me but this,
Haue you not fometimes feene a Handkerchiefe
Spotted with Strawberries, in your wiues hand?
0th. I gaue her fuch a one : 'twas my fird gift.
lago. I know not that : but fuch a Handkerchiefe
(I am fure it was your wiues) did I to day
See Caffio wipe his Beard with.
0th. I f it be that.
lago. If it be that, or any, it was hers.
It fpeakes againd her with the other proofes.
Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thoufand liues :
One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.
Now do I fee 'tis true. Looke heere Jago,
All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone.
Arife blacke vengeance, from the hollow hell,
Veeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowne, and hearted Throne
To tyrannous Hate. Swell bofome with thy fraught.
For 'tis of Afpickes tongues.
Jago. Yet be content.
0th. Oh blood, blood, blood.
lago. Patience I fay :your minde may change.
0th. Neuer Jago. Like to the Ponticke Sea,
Whofe Icie Current, and compulfiue courfe,
Neu'r keepes retyring ebbe, but keepes due on
To the Propondcke, and the Hellelpont :
Euen fo my bloody thoughts, with violent pace
Shall neu'r looke backe, neu'r ebbe to humble Loue,
Till that a capeable, and wide Reuenge
Swallow them vp. Now by yond Marble Heauen,
In the due reuerence of a Sacred vow,
I heere engage my words.
lago. Do not rife yet :
Witnefle you euer-burning Lights aboue.
You Elements, that clip vs round about,
WitneiTe that heere lago doth giue vp
The execution of his wit, hands, heart.
To wrong'd O/ir/Zo's Seruice, Let him command,?
And to obey (hall be in me vemorfe.
What bloody bufinelTe euer.
0th. I greet thy loue,
Not with vaine thanks, but with acceptance bounteous.
And will vpon the inllant put thee too't.
Within thefe three dayes let me heare thee fay.
That Caßio'% not aliue.
Jago. My Friend is dead :
'Tis done at your Requeft.
But let her Hue.
0th. Damne her lewde Minx :
O damne her, damne her.
Come go with me a-part, I will withdraw
To furnilh me with fome fwift meanes of death
For the faire Diuell.
Now art thou my Lieutenant.
lago. I am your owne for euer. Exeunt.
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Sc cena Quarta.
Enter Dejdemonay t/EmUtayand Clown^
Def. Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant Caßo
lyes ?
Clow. I dare not fay he lies any where.
Def. Why man ?
Clo, He's a Soldier, and for me to lay a Souldier lyes,
'tis ftabbing.
Def. Go too ; where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
I lye.
'Def. Can any thing be made of this í
Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for mee to de-
uife a lodging, and fay he lies heere, or he lies there, were
to lye in mine owne throat.
Def. Can you enquire him out? and be edifíed by re¬
port ?
Clo. 1 will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
Queftions, and by them anfwer.
Def. Seeke him, bidde him come hither ; tell him, I
haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will
be well.
Clo. To do this, is within the compafle of mans Wit,
and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit Qlo.
Def. Where Ihould I loofe the Handkerchiefs, e^-
milia ?
<i/£miU I know not Madam.
Def. Beleeue me, I had rather haue loft my purfe
Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore
Is true of minde, and made of no fuch bafenefle.
As iealious Creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill-thinking.
Is he not iealious?
Def. Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
Drew all fuch humors from him.
ç^mil. Looke where he comes.
Enter Othello.
Def, I will not leaue him now, till Caffio be
Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord ?
0th. Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to diffemble !
How do you, Defdemona ?
Def. Well,my good Lord.
0th. Giue me your hand.
This hand is moift.my Lady.
Def. It hath felt no age, nor knowne no forrow.
Otb. This argues fruitfulnelTe, and liberall heart :
Hot, hot, and moyft This hand of yours requires
A fequcfter from Liberty : Fafting, and Prayer,
Much Caftigation, Exercife deuout,
For heere's a yong, and fweating Diuell heere
That commonly rebels : 'Tis a good hand,
A franke one.
Def, You may (indeed) fay fo î
For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
0th. A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands :
But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.
Def. I cannot fpeake of this î
Come, now your promife.
Otb. What promife, Chucke ?
Def. I haue lent to bid Caßo come fpeake with you.
Oth. I haue a fait and forry Rhewme offends me î
Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.
Def. Heere my Lord.
Oth. That which I gaue you.
Def. I haue it not about me.
Oth. Not ?
Def. No indeed, my Lord.
Oth. That's a fault : That Handkerchiefe
Did an Egyptian to my Mother giue :
She was a Charmer, and could almoft read
The thoughts of people. She told her, while Ihe kept it,
'T would make her Amiable, and fubdue my Father
Intirely to her loue ; But if Ihe loft it.
Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye
Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits ihould hunt
After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,
And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
To giue it her. I did lo 5 and take heede on't,
Make it a Darling, like your precious eye :
To loofe't, or giue't away, were fuch perdition.
As nothing elfe could match.
Def Is't poffible ?
Oth. 'Tis true ; There's Magicke in the web of it :
A Sybill that had numbred in the world
The Sun to courfe, two hundred compaffes,
In her Prophetticke furie fow'd the Worke :
The Wörmes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull
Conferu'd of Maidens hearts.
Def Indeed ? Is't true ?
Oth. Moft veritable, therefore looke too't well.
Def. Then would to Heauen, that I had neuer feene't?
Oth. Ha? wherefore ?
Def. Why do you fpeake fo ftartingly ,and rafti ?
Oth. Is't loft? Is't gon? Speak, is't out o'th'way ?
Def Bleffe vs.
Oth. Say you ?
Def It is not loft : but what and if it were f
Oth. How f
Def. I fay it is not loft.
Oth. Fetcht, let me fee't.
Def Why fo I can : but I will not now ;
This is a tricke to put me from my fuite,
Pray you let Caßo be receiu'd againe.
Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe,
My minde mif-giues.
Def. Come, come ; you'l neuer meete a more fuffici-
ent man.
Oth. The Handkerchiefe.
Def A man that all his time
Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue j
Shar'd dangers with you.
Otb. The Handkerchiefe.
Def. Infooth, you are too blame.
Otb. Away. Exit Othello,
e/£mil. Is not this man iealious ?
Def I neu'r faw this before.
Sure, there's fome wonder in this Handkerchikfe,
I am moft vnhappy in the loffe of it.
z^mil. 'Tis not a yeare or two ihewes vs a man :
They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,
They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full
They belch vs.
Snter lagOy and Caßo.
Looke you, Caßo and my Husband.
lago. There is no other way : 'tis ihe muft doo't :
And loe the happineffe : go, and importune her.
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Dej. How now (good Caßo) what's the newes with
you ?
Caßo, Madam, my former fuite. I do befeech you,
That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe
Exift, and be a member of his loue.
Whom I, with all the Office of my heart
Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.
If my offence, be of fuch mortall kinde.
That nor my Seruice paft, nor prefent Sorrowes,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
Can ranfome me into his loue againe.
But to know fo, muff be my benefit :•
So ihall I cloath me in a forc'd content.
And (hut my felfe vp in fome other courfe
To Fortunes Almes.
'ÍDef. Alas (thrice-gentle CaJJto)
My Aduocation is not now in Tune ;
My Lord, is not my Lord ; nor (hould I know him.
Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.
So helpe me euery fpirit fanélified.
As I haue fpoken for you all my beft.
And ftood within the blanke of his difpleafure
For my free fpeech. You muff awhile be patient;
What I can do, I will : and more I will
Then for my felfe, I dare. Let that fuffice you.
lago. Is my Lord angry ?
e/£mil. He went hence but now :
And certainly in dränge vnquietneffe.
lago. Can he be angry ? I haue feene the Cannon
When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,
And like the Diuell from his very Arme
Puff't his owne Brother : And is he angry ?
Something of moment then : I will go meet him.
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Exit
Def. I prythee do fo. Something fure of State,
Either from Venice, or fome vnhatch'd prailife
Made demondrable heere in Cyprus, to him.
Hath pudled his cleare Spirit : and in fuch cafes.
Mens Natures wrangle with inférieur things.
Though great ones are their obieib. 'Tis euen fo.
For let our finger ake, and it endues
Our other healthfull members, euen to a fenfe
Of paine. Nay, we mud thinke men are not Gods,
Nor of them looke for fuch obieruancie
As fits the Bridali. Belhrew me much, <t/£mi/ia,
I was (vnhandfome Warrior, as I am)
Arraigning his vnkindneffe with my foule :
But now I finde, I had fuborn'd the Witneffe,
And he's Indited falfely.
c/£mil. Pray heauen it bee
State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,
Nor no lealious Toy, concerning you.
Def. Alas the day, I neuer gaue him caufe.
c/Emil. But lealious foules will not be anfwer'd fo ;
They are not euer iealious for the caufe.
But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monder
Begot vpon it felfe, borne on it felfe.
Def. Heauen keepe the Monder from Othello's mind.
c/£mil. Lady, Amen.
Def. I will go feeke him. Caßo, walke heere about :
If I doe finde him fit. He moue your fuite.
And feeke to effeil it to my vttermod. Sxit
Caf. I humbly thanke your Ladylhip.
Enter Bianca.
Bian. 'Saue you (Friend CßP"-)
Caßo. What make you from home .'
How is't with you, my mod faire 'Bianca.'
Indeed (fweet Loue) I was comming to your houfe.
Bian. And I was going to your Lodging, Caßo.
What.' keepe a weeke away ? Seuen dayes, and Nights ?
Eight fcore eight houres ? And Louers abfent howres
More tedious then the Diall, eight fcore times.'
Oh weary'reck'ning.
Caßo. Pardon me, 'Bianca :
I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene pred.
But I (hall in a more continúate time
Strike oft' this fcore of abfence. Sweet 'Bianca
Take me this worke out.
Bianca. Oh Caßo, whence came this.'
This is fome Token from a newer Friend,
To the felt-Abfence : now I feele a Caufe :
Is't come to this .' Well, well.
Caßo. Go too, woman :
Throw your vilde geffes in the Diuels teeth.
From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,
That this is from fome Midris, fome remembrance ;
No,in good troth 'Bianca.
"Bian. Why, who's is it ?
Caßo. I know not neither :
I found it in my Chamber,
I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded
(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied :
■Take it, and doo't,and leaue me for this time.
Bian. Leaue you ? Wherefore .'
Caßo. I do attend heere on the Generali,
And thinke it no addition nor my wi(h
To haue him fee me woman'd.
'Bian. Why,I ptay you.'
Caßo. Not that I loue you not.
Bian. But that you do not loue me.
I pray you bring me on the way a little.
And fay, if I (hall fee you foone at night.'
Caßo. 'Tis but a little way that 1 can bring you,
For I attend heere: But He fee you foone.
'Bian. 'Tis very good : I mud be circumdanc'd.
Exeunt omnes.
ABus Quartus, Seena Trima.,
Enter Othello, and lago,
lago. Will you thinke fo.'
Otb. Thinke fo, lagol
lago. What, to kiffe in priuate ?
0th. An vnauthoriz'd kiffe .'
lago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed.
An houre, or more, not meaning any harme i
0th. Naked in bed (lago) and not meane harme ?
It is hypocrifie againd the Diuell :
They that meane vertuouny,and yet do fo.
The Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen.
lago. If they do nothing, 'tis a Veniall flip :
But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe.
0th. What then ?
lago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers.
She may (I thinke) beftow't on any man.
0th. She is Proteilreffe of her honor too :
May (he giue that ?
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lago. Her honor is an EíTence that's not feene,
They haue it very oft, that haue it not.
But for the Handkerchiefe.
Othe. By heauen,! would moft gladly haue forgot it:
Thou faidft (oh,it comes ore my memorie,
As doth the Rauen o're the infeftlous houfe :
Boading to all) he had my Handkerchiefe.
lago, I : what of that ?
Othe, That's not fo good now.
/¿j^r.What if I had faid, I had feene him do you wrong?
Or heard him fayf as Knaues be fuch abroad,
Who hauing by their owne importunate fuit,
Or voluntary dotage of fome Miftris,
Conuinced or fupply'd them, cannot chufe
But they muft blab.)
0th, Hath he faid any thing ?
lago. He hath (my Lord)but be you well aíTur'd,
No more then he'le vn-fweare.
Otb, What hath he faid ?
lago. Why,that he did ; I know not what he did.
Othe. What? What?
lago. Lye.
0th. With her?
lago. With her?On her : what you will.
Othe. Lye with her? lye on her ? We fay lye on her,
when they be-Iye-her. Lye with her : that's fullfome :
Handkerchiefe : ConfeiTions s Handkerchiefe. To con-
fefle, and be hang'd for his labour. Firft, to be hang'd,
and then to confefle : I tremble at it. Nature would not
inueil her felfe in fuch lhadowing paflion, without fome
luíVruéhon. It is not words thai ihakes me thus,(piih)
Nofes, Eares, and Lippes : is't poflible. Confeife ? Hand¬
kerchiefe ? O diuell. Falls in a Traunce.
lago. Worke on.
My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught,
And many worthy,and chaft Dames euen thus,
(All guiltleire)meete reproach : what hoa ? My Lord ?
My Lord, I fay : Othello.
Snter Caffio,
How now CaJJto ?
Caf. What's the matter ?
lago. My Lord is falne into an Epilepfie,
This is his fécond Fit : he had one yefterday.
Caf. Rub him about the Temples.
lago. The Lethargie muft haue his quyet courfe:
If not, he foames at mouth ; and by and by
Breakes out to fauage madnefle. Looke, he ftirres ;
Do you withdraw your felfe a little while,
He will recouer ftraight : when he is gone,
I would on great occafion, fpeake with you.
How is it Generali? Haue you not hurt your head?
Othe, Doft thou mocke me ?
lago. I mocke you not, by Heauen:
Would you would beare your Fortune like a Man.
Othe. A Horned man's a Monfter,and a Beaft.
lago. Ther's many a Beaft then in a populous Citty,
And many a ciuill Monfter.
Othe. Did he confefle it?
lago. Good Sir, be a man :
Thinke euery bearded fellow that's but yoak'd
May draw with you. There's Millions now aliue,
That nightly lye in thofe vnproper beds.
Which they dare fweare peculiar. Your cafe is better. .
Oh, 'tis the ipight of hell, the Fiends Arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a fecure Cowchj
And to fuppofe her chaft. No, let me know,
And knowing what 1 am,I know what ihe lhallbe.
Oth. Oh, thou art wife : 'tis certaine.
lago. Stand you a while apart,
Confine your felfe but in a patient Lift,
Whil'ft you were heere, o're-whelmed with your griefe
(A paflion moft refulting fuch a man)
Caßo came hither. I ihifted him away,
And layd good fcufes vpon your Extafie,
Bad him anon returne : and heere fpeake with me,
The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your felfe,
And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scornes
That dwell in euery Region of his face.
For I will make him tell the Tale anewj
Where,how,how oft,how long ago, and when
He hath, and is againe to cope your wife.
I fay, but marke his gefture : marry Patience,
Or I fhall fay y'areaitin all in Spleene,
And nothing of a man.
Othe. Do'ft thou heare,
I will be found moft cunning in my Patience :
But(do'ft thou heare)moft bloody.
lago. That's not amifle,
But yet keepe time in all : will you withdraw ?
Now will I queftion Caßo oC^iancay
A Hufwife, that by felling her delires
Buyes her felfe Bread, and Cloath. It is a Creature
That dotes on Caßoy (as 'tis the Strumpets plague
To be-guile many, and be be-guil'd by one)
He, when he heares of her,cannot reftraine
From the excefle of Laughter, Heere he comes.
Enter Caßo.
As he ihall ImWtyOthello lhall go mad :
And his vnbookilh leloufie muft conferue
Poore Caß0*5 fmiles, geftures, and light behauiours
Qi¿ite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant?
Caf. The worfer,that you giue me the addition,
Whole want euen killes me.
lago. Ply Defdemona well, and you are fure on't :
Now, if this Suit lay in bianco*s dowre.
How quickely ihould you fpeed?
Caf, Alas poore CaicilTe.
Oth. Looke how he laughes already.
lago. I neuer knew woman loue man fo.
Qaf. Alas poore Rogue, I thinke indeed Ihe loues me.
Oth. Now he denies it faintly : and laughes it out.
lago. Do you heare Caßo ?
Otb. Now he importunes him
To tell it o're : go too, well faid,well faid.
lago. She giues it out, that you ihall marry her.
Do you intend it ?
Caf. Ha, ha, ha.
Oth. Do ye triumph, Romaine ? do you triumph ?
Caf I marry. What ? A cuftomer jprythee beare
Some Charitie to my wit, do not thinke it
So vnwholefome. Ha, ha,ha.
Oth. So,fo,fo,fo: they laugh, that winnes.
' lago. Why the cry goes, that you marry her,
Caf. Prythee fay true.
lago. I am a very Villaine elfe.
Oth. Haue you fcoar'd me? Well.
Caf. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out :
She is perfwaded I will marry her
Out of her owne loue & flattery, not out of my promife.
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Oth. lago becomes me : now he begins the ftory.
Cajfio. She was heere euen now : ihe haunts me in e-
uery place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-
hanke with certaine Venetians, and thither comes the
Bauble,and falls me thus about my neck.
Oré. Crying oh deere Caßo,as it were: his iefture im¬
ports it.
Cajfm. So hangs,and lolls,and weepes vpon me:
So ihakes, and pulls me. Ha,ha, ha.
Oth. Now he tells how Ihe pluckt him to my Cham¬
ber : oh, ] fee that nofe of yours, hut not that dogge, I
lhall throw it to.
Caßo. Well,I muft leaue her companie.
lago. Before me : looke where (he comes.
Enter 'Bianca.
Caf. 'Tis fuch another Fitchew:marry a perfum'd one.'
What do you meane by this haunting of me ?
Bian. Let the diuell, and his dam haunt you : what
did you meane hy that fame Handkerchiefe, you gaue
me euen now Î I was a fine Foole to take it : I muft take
out the worke? A likely piece of worke, that you (hould
finde it in your Chamber,and know not who left it there.
This is fame Minxes token,& I muft take out the worke.'
There, giue it your Hobbey-horfe, wherefoeuer you had
it, He take out no worke on't.
Caßio. How now, my fweete 'Bianca ?
How now ? How now ?
Othe, By Heauen, that (hould be my Handkerchiefe.
Bian. If you'le come to fupper to night you may, if
you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit
lago. After her : after her.
Caf. I muft, (hee'l rayle in the ftreets elfe.
lago. Will you fup there.'
Caßio. Yes, I intend fo.
lago. Welt, I may chance to fee you : for I would ve¬
ry faine fpeake with you.
Oaf Prythee come : will you ?
Jago. Go too : fay no more.
Oth. How (hall I murther him, lago.
Jago, Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice.'
Oth. Oh, iiz^o.
Jago. And did you fee the Handkerchiefe.'
Oth. Was that mine.'
Jago. Yours by this hand : and to fee how he prizes
the fooliih woman your wife : (he gaue it him,|and he
hath giu'n it his whore.
Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing :
A fine woman, a faire woman,a fweete woman.'
Jago. Nay,you muft forget that.
Othello. I, let her rot and peri(h, and be damn'd to
night, for (he (hall not Hue. No, my heart is turn'd to
done : I ftrike it,and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world
hath not a fweeter Creature : (he might lye hy an Em-
perours fide, and command him Taskes.
Jago. Nay, that's not your way.
Othe. Hang her, I do but fay what (he is : fo delicate
with her Needle : an admirable Mufitian. Oh (he will
fing the SauagenelTe out of a Beare : of fo high and plen¬
teous wit, and inuention ?
Jago. She's the worfe for all this.
Othe. Oh, a thoufand, a thoufand times :
And then of fo gentle a condition .'
Jago, I too gentle.
Othe. Nay that's certaine :
But yet the pitty of it, Jago : oh Jago, the pitty of it
lago.
Jago. If you are fo fond ouer her iniquitie : giue her
partent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes neere
no body.
Oth. I will chop her into Melfes : Cuckold me ?
Jago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.
Oth. With mine Officer.'
Jago. That's fouler.
Othe. Get me fome poyfon,this night. He not
expoftulate with her; lead her body and beautie vnpro-
uide my mind againe : this night Jago.
Jago. Do it not with poyfon, ftrangle her in her bed,
Euen the bed (be hath contaminated.
Oth. Good,good :
The luftice of it pleafes : very good.
Jago. And for Caßio,\e.t me be his vndertaker :
You (hall heare mote by midnight.
Enter Iyodouico,Defdemona,and Attendants.
Othe. Excellent good : What Trumpet is that fame ?
Jago. I warrant fomething from Venice,
'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke.
See,your wife's with him.
Lodo. Saue you worthy Generali.
Othe. With all my heart Sir.
Loif.The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.
Othe. I kilfe the Inftrument of their pleafures.
'Def. And what's the newes, good cozen Jjodouico .'
Jago. I am very glad to fee you Signior;
Welcome to Cyprus.
Lad. I thanke you : how do's Lieutenant Caßo.'
Jago, Liues Sir,
Def. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord,
An vnkind breach : but you (hall make all well.
Othe. Are you fure of that.'
"Def. My Lord ?
Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will
Jxd. He did not call : he's bufie in the paper.
Is there deuifion 'twixt my Lord, and Caßo .'
Def. A mod vnhappy one : I would do much
T'attone|them, for the loue I beare to Caßo,
Oth. Fire, and brimeftone.
Def. My Lord,
Oth. Are you wife.'
Def. What is he angrie.'
Lod. May be thLetter mou'd him.
For as I thinke, they do command him home.
Deputing Cafsio in his Gouernment.
Def Truft me, I am glad on't.
Othe. Indeed ?
"Def. My Lord ?
Othe. I am glad to fee you mad.
Def. Why,fweete Othellol
Othe. Diuell.
"Def. I haue not deferu'd this.
Lßd, My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
Though I (hould fweare I faw't. 'Tis very much.
Make her amends : (he weepes.
Othe. Oh diuell,diuell :
If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares.
Each drop (he falls, would proue a Crocodile :
Out of my fight.
, 'Def. I willi not day to offend you.
LÄ. Truely obedient Lady :
I do befeech your Lordfhip call her backe.
Oth-
8zo
the éMoore of Venice.
Othe. Miftris.
'DeJ. My Lord.
Othe. What would you with her,Sir.'
Lod. Who I, my Lord^
Othe. I,you did wiih,that I would make her turne:
Sir,(he can turne,and turne : and yet go on
And turne againe. And íhe can wecpe,$ir,weepe.
And Ihe's obedient : as you fay obedient.
Very obedient : proceed you in your teares.
Concerning this Sir,(oh well-painted paffion)
I am commanded home : get you away :
lie fend for you anon. Sir I obey .the Mandate,
And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt :
Cajfto flial! haue my Place. And Sir, to night
I do entreat, that we may fup together.
You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.
Goates,and Monkeys. Exit.
Lod. Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate
Call all in all fufficientIs this the Nature
Whom Paflion could not Ihake." Whofe folid vertue
The Ihot of Accident, nor dart of Chance
Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
If go. He is much chang'd.
Lod. Are his wits Cafe ! Is he not light of Braine
lago. He's that he is : I may not breath my cenfure.
What he might be: if what he might, he is not,
I would to heauen he were,
Lod. What? Strike his wife?
lago. 'Faith that was not fo well : yet would I knew
That ftroke would proue the word.
Lod. Is it his vfe ?
Or did the Letters,worke vpon his blood.
And new create his fault?
lago, Alas,alas:
It is not honeftie in me to fpeake
What I haue feene,and knowne. You lhall obferue him.
And his owne courfes will deonte him fo.
That I may faue my fpeech : do but go after
And marke how he continues.
Lod. I am forty that I am deceiu'd in him. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Othello^ and fi^milia*
Othe, You haue feene nothing then.?
Nor euer heard ; nor euer did fufpeit.
Othe, Yes, you haue feene Caffio,2Lnà íhe together.
e^mi. But then I faw no harme : and then I heard,
Each fyllable that breath made vp betweene them,
Othe. What? Did they neuer whifper?
Neuer my Lord.
Othe. Nor fend you out o'thVay?
z/£fniL Neuer,
Othe. To fetch her Fan, her GIoues,her Mask, nor no-
Neuer my Lord. (thing?
Othe. That's ftrange.
(i/£mil. I durft(my Lord)to wager,fhe is honeft:
Lay downe my SouJe at ftake : If you thinke other,
Remoue your thought. It doth abufe your bofome;
If any wretch haue put this in your head ,
Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curfe,
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For if íhe be not Jioneft,chaile,and true,
There's no man happy. The purell of their Wiues
Is foule as Slander,
Othe. Bid her come hither : go. Exit z/£miHa.
She faies enough : yet ihe's a fimple Baud
That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtile Whore :
A Cloifet Lockeand Key of Villanous Secrets,
And yet ihe'Je kneele,and pray : I haue feene her do't.
Enter Defdemona^and zyEmiVta.
Def. My Lord,what is your will f
Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.
Def. What is your pleafure ?
0th. Let me fee your eyes : looke in my face.
Def. What horrible Fancie's this?
Othe. Some of your Punition Miilris :
Leaue Procréants alone,and ihut the doore:
Cough,or cry hem; if any bodycome •.
Your Mylîery,your Myftery : May difpatch.
'Def. Vpon my knee,what doth your fpeech import?
I vnderftand a Fury in your words.
Othe. Why ? What art thou?
Def. Your wife my Lord : your true and loyall wife.
Othello. Come fweare it ; damne thy felfe, leaft
being like one of Heauen, the diuells themfelues ihould
feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: fweare
thou art honeft.
Def. Heauen doth truely know it.
Ori6e.Heauen truely knowes,that thou art falfe as hell.
Def. To whom my Lord ?
With whom ? How am I falfe ?
Othe. Ah away, away,away.
Def. Alas the heauy day : why do you weepe ?
Am i the motiue of thefe teares my Lord?
If happely you my Father do fufpeft,
An Inftrument of this your calling backe.
Lay not your blame on me : if you haue loft him,
I haue loft him too.
Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen,
To try me with Affli6tion,had they rain'd
All kind ofSores,and Shames on my bare-head:
Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes,
Giuen to Captiuitie, me, and my vtmoft hopes,
I ihould haue found in fome place of my Soule
A drop of patience. But alas,to make me
The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne,
To point his How,and mouing finger at.
Yet could I beare that too, well, very well :
But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart.
Where either I muft liue,or beare no life.
The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes,
Or elfe dries vp .• to be difcarded thence,
Or keepe it as a Cefterne,for foule Toades
To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there :
Patience, thou young and Rofe-lip'd Chérubin,
I heere looke grim as hell.
Def. I hope my Noble Lord efteemes me honeft.
Othe. Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,
That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed :
Who art fo louely faire, and fmell'ft fo fweete,
That the Senfe akes at thee,
Would thou had'ft neuer bin borne.
Def. Alas,what ignorant fin haue I committed ?
Of^e.Was this faire Paper ? This moft goodly Booke
Made to write Whore vpon? What commited,
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Committed ? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,
I ihould make very Forges of my cheekes,
That would to Cynders burne vp Modeftie,
Did I but fpeake thy deedes. What commited ?
Heauen ftoppes the Nofe at it, and the Moone winks :
The baudy winde that kifles all it meetes,
Is huihM within the hollow Myne of Earth
And will not hear't. What commited ^
DeJ. By Heauen you do me wrong.
Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?
T>ej, No, as I am a Chriftian.
If to preferue this veflellfor my Lord,
From any other foule vnlawfull touch
Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.
Othe. What,not a Whore ?
DeJ. No, as I lhall be fau'd,
Othe. Is't poflible ?
DeJ. Oh Heauen forgiue vs.
Othe. I cry you mercy then .
I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,
That married with Othello. You Miftris,
Enter <i/£tnilia.
That haue the office oppofite to Saint Petery
And keepes the gate of hell. You,you : I you.
We haue done our courfe : there's money for your paines:
I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counfaile. Exit,
d^mil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue ?
How do you Madam ? how do you my good Lady?
DeJ, Faith, hälfe a fleepe.
t/£mi. Good Madam,
What's the matter with my Lord ?
DeJ. With who ?
c/£miL Why, with my Lord, Madam ?
DeJ. Who is thy Lord ?
t/£mil. He that is yours, fweet Lady.
DeJ. I haue none : do not talke to me,c/£'w/7/¿r,
I cannot weepe : nor anfweres haue I none,
Bnt what Ihould go by water. Pry thee to night,
Lay on my bed,my wedding iheetes,remember,
And call thy husband hither.
edEwV. Heere's a change indeed. Exit,
DeJ. 'Tis meete I ihould be vs'd fo : very meete.
How haue I bin behau'd,that he might fticke
The fmairil opinion on my leaft mifvfe?
ênter lago^and e^Emilia.
lago. What is your pleafure Madam?
How is't with you ?
DeJ. I cannot tell : thofe that do teach yong Babes
Do it with gentle meanes, and eafie taskes.
He might haue chid me fo : for in good feith
I am a Child to chiding.
Jago, What is the matter Lady ?
e^mil. A]z.%{Iago)my Lord hath fo bewhor'd her,
Throwne fuch diipight,and heauy termes vpon her
That true hearts cannot beare it.
DeJ. Am I that name,Zí¿'f?
lago. What name,(faire Lady ?)
DeJ, Such as /he faid my Lord did fay I Was.
Qy£mil, He call'd her whore :a Begger in his drinke :
Could not haue laid fuch termes vpon his Callet.
lago. Why did he fo ?
DeJ. I do not know : I am fure I am none fuch.
lago. Do not weepe, do not weepe : alas the day.
ey£mil. Hath ihe forfooke fo many Noble Matches ?
Her Father? And her Country ? And her Friends f
To be call'd Whore ? Would it not make one weepe ?
DeJ. It is my wretched Fortune.
lago. Beíhrew him for't :
How comes this Tricke vpon him ?
DeJ. Nay, Heauen doth know.
c/£mi. I will be hang'd,if fome eternal] Villaine,
Some bufie and infinuating Rogue,
Some cogging,cozening Slaue,to get fome Office,
Haue not deuis'd this Slander î I will be hang'd elfe.
lago. Fie, there is no fuch man : It is impoffible.
DeJ. If any fuch there be, Heauen pardon him.
cyEmil. A halter pardon him :
And hell gnaw his bones.
Why Ihould he call her Whore f
Who keepes her companie ?
What Place ? What Time í
What Forme?What liklyhood ?
The Moore's abus'd by fome moft villanous Knaue,
Some bafe notorious Knaue, fome fcuruy Fellow.
Oh Heauens, that fuch companions thou'd'iV vnfold,
And put in euery honeft hand a whip
To lalh the Rafcalls naked through the world,
Euen from the Eaft to th'Weft.
lago. Speake within doore.
t/Emil. Oh fie vpon them; fome fuch Squire he was
That turn'd your wit, the feamy-fide without.
And made you to fufpeót me with the Moore.
« lago. You are a Foole : go too.
DeJ. Alas lagOy
What lhall I do to win my Lord againe ?
Good Friend, go to him : for by this light of Heauen,
I know not how I loft him. Heere I kneele ;
If ere my will did trefpalTe'gainft his Loue,
Either in difcourfe of thought,or adluall deed.
Or that mine Eyes.mine Eares,or any Sence
Delighted them : or any other Forme.
Or that I do not yet, and euer did,
And euer will,( though he do lhake me off
To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely.
Comfort forfweare me. Vnkindneffe may do much,
And his vnkindneffe may defeat my life,
But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot fay Whore,
It do's abhorre me now I fpeake the word,
To do the A£I,that might the addition earne.
Not the worlds Maffe of vanitie could make me.
lago. I pray you be content : 'tis but his humour:
The bufineffe of the State do's him offence.
DeJ. If'twere no other.
Jago. It is but fo, I warrant,
Hearke how thefe Inftruments fummon to fupper :
The Meffengers of Venice ftaies the meate.
Go in,and weepe not tall things lhall be well.
Exeunt Dejdemona and n/Etnilia.
Enter Rodorigo.
How now 'Rodorigo?
Rod. I do not finde
That thou deal'ft iuftly with me.
Jago. What in the contrarie ?
Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with fome deuife
JagOy and rather, as it feemes to me now, keep'ft from
me all conueniencie, then fupplieft me with the leaft ad-
uantage of hope : I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor
am I yet perfwaded to put vp in peace, what already I
haue foolilhly fuffrcd.
Jago. Will you heare me Rodorigo ?
Rodori. I
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Rodort» I haue heard too much ; and your words and
Performances are no kin together.
Jago. You charge me moft vniuftly.
'R^do. With naught but truth ; I haue wailed my
felfe out of my meanes. The Jewels you haue had from
me to deliuer Dejdemona, would hälfe haue corrupted a
Votarift. Vou haue told me ihe hath receiu'd them,
and returnM me expeilations and comforts of fodaine
rerpe¿l,and acquaintance, but I finde none.
lago. Well, go too : very well.
' Rod. Very well, go too: I cannot go too, (man) nor
tls not very well. Nay I think it is fcuruy : and begin to
finde my felfe fopt in it.
Jago. Very well. »
R^or. I tell you, *tls not very well : I will make my
felfe knowne to Dejdemona^ If ihe will returne me my
lewels, I will giue ouer my Suit, and repent my vnlaw-
full felicitation. If not, affure your felfe, I will feeke
fatisfàâion of you.
lago. You haue faid now.
Rodo. I ; and faid nothing but what I proteil intend¬
ment of doing.
Jago. Why, now I fee there's mettle in thee : and
euen from this inilant do build on thee a better o-
pinion then euer before : giue me thy hand Rodorigo.
Thou hail taken againfl me a moil iuft excepti¬
on ; but yet I proteil I haue dealt moil diredlly in thy
Affaire.
Rod. It hath not appeer'd.
Jago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd : and
your fufpition is not without wit and iudgement.
'But Rodorigo^ if thou haft that in thee indeed, which
I haue greater reafon to beleeue now then euer ( I
meane purpofe, Courage, and Valour ) this night
ihew it. If thou rhe next night following enioy not
Defdemonay take me from this world with Treache-
rie, and deuife Engines for my life.
Rod. Well; what is it ? Is it within, reafon and com-
paffe ?
Jago. Sir, there is efpeciall Commiffion come from
Venice to depute Cajfto in Othello*s place.
Rod» Is that true P Why then Othello and Dejdemona
returne againe to Venice.
Jago. Oh no : he goes into Mauritania and taketh
away with him the faire '^Dejdemona, vnlelTe his a-
bode be iingred heere by fome accident. Where¬
in none can be fo determinate, as the remouing of
Cajjîo.
Rod. How do you meane remouing him ?
lago. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's
place : knocking out his braines.
Rod. And that you would haue me to do.
Jago. I : if you dare do your felfe a profit, and a
right. He fups to night with a Harlotry : and thither
will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his Honourable
Fortune, if you will watch his going thence ( which
I will faihion to fall out betweene twelue and one)
you may take him at your pleafure, I will be neere
to fécond your Attempt, and he fhall fall betweene
vs. Come, ftand not amaz'd at it, but go along with
me : I will ihew you fuch a neceftitie in his death, that
you ihall thinke your felfe bound to put it on him. It
is now high fupper time : and the night growes to waft.
About it.
Rod. I will heare further reafon for this.
Jago, And you ihalbe fatisfi'd. Exeunt,
Seena Vertía.
Snter Otbelloy Jjodoutcoy DefdemonUy t/Emiliay
and tAtendants,
Jjod. I do befeech you Sir, trouble your felfe no further.
0th. Oh pardon me : 'twill do me good to walke,
Jjodoui. Madam, good night : I humbly thanke your
Ladyihip.
Def, Your Honour is moft welcome.
0th. Will you walke Sir ? Oh Dejdemona.
'JJef. My Lord.
Othello. Get you to bed on th'inftant, I will be re¬
turned forthwith : difmifle your Attendant there : look't
be done. Exit,
Def, I will my Lord.
cy£m. How goes it now.^ He lookes gentler then he did.
Def. He faies he will returne incontinent.
And hath commanded me to go to bed.
And bid me to difmifle you,
^y£mi. DifmiftTe me ?
Def. It was his bidding : therefore good c/£miUay
Giue me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
We muft not now difpleafe him.
ttAimil. I, would you had neuer feene him.
Def. So would not I : my loue doth fo approue him,
That euen his ftubbornefte, his checks, his frownes,
(Prythee vn-pin me)haue grace and fauour.
<i/£mi. I haucilaid thofe Sheetes you bad me on the bed.
'JDef. All's one: good Father, how foolilh are our minds.^
If I do die before, prythee ihrow'd me
In one of thefe fame Sheetes.
z/Emil, Come, come : you talke.
Def, My Mother had a Maid call'd Rarbarity
She was in loue : and he ihe lou'd prou'd mad.
And did forfake her. She had a Song of Willough,
An old thing 'twas : but it exprefs'd her Fortune,
And ihe dy'd finging it. That Song to night.
Will not go from my mind : I haue much to do.
But to go hang my head all at one fide
And fing it like pocre Rraharie: prythee difpatch.
d/Emi. Shall I go fetch your Night-gowne ?
Def. No, vn-pin me here.
This Jjodouico is a proper man,
<i/£mil. A very handfome man.
Def. He fpeakes well.
dyEmil. I know a Lady in Venice would haue walk'd
barefoot to Paleftine for a touch of his nether lip.
Def. The poore Soule fatßngingy by a Slcamour tree.
Sing all a green e Willough :
Her hand on her bofome her head on her ItneCy
Sing Willoughy Willoughy Jf^tllough.
Rhe frejh Streames ran by her y and murmur* d her moanes
Sing Willoughy ¿Tc.
Her fait teares fell from her .»and foftned the ßonesy
Sing Willoughy Ó'c. ( Lay by thefe )
JVilloughyWillough. (Prythee high thee : he'le come anon)
Sing all a greene PVillough muß he my Garland,
Let no body blame himyhù fcorne J approue.
(Nay that's not next. Harke, who is't that knocks ?
d/Emil, It's the wind.
RDef. J call"d my Loue falfe ZiOue : but tohat faid he then ?
Sing fVilloughy&c,
Jf J court mo tvomenyyou'le couch xvith mo men,
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get thee gone, good night : mine eyes do itch :
Doth that boade weeping?
i/£mil, 'Tis neyther heere, nor there*
Def. I haue heard it fald Co, O thefe Men, thefe men !
Do'ft thou in confcience thinke(tell me i/£milia)
That there be women do abufe their husbands
In fuch grofle kinde ?
n/Emil. There be fome fuch, no queftlon.
Def. Would'ft thou do fuch a deed for all the world?
Why, would not you ?
'Def. No, by this Heauenly light.
<L/£mil. Nor I neither, by this Heauenly light:
I might doo't as well i'th'darke.
Def. Would'ft thou do fuch a deed for al the world ?
i/£mil. The world's a huge thing :
It is a great price, for a fmall vice.
Def. Introth, I thinke thou would'ft not.
t^mil. Introth I thinke I fliould, and vndoo't when
I had done. Marry, I would not doe fuch a thing for a
ioynt Ring, nor for meafures of Lawne,nor for Gownes,
Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for
all the whole world : why, who would not make her hus-
banda Cuckold, to make him a Monarch? I ffioald ven¬
ture Purgatory for't.
Def. Belhrew me, if I would do fuch a wrong
For the whole world.
¡í/£m¡l. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world ;
and hauing the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in
your owne world, and you might quickly make it right.
Def. I do not thinke there is any fuch woman.
e/£mil. Yes, a dozen : and as many to'th'vantage, as
would ftore the world they plaid for.
But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults
If Wiues do fall : (Say, that they flacke their duties.
And powre our Treafures into forraigne laps;
Or elfe breakeout in peeuilh lealoufies.
Throwing reftraint vpon vs : Or fay they ftrike vs.
Or fcant our former hauing in defpighc)
Why we haue galles : and though we haue fome Grace,
Yet haue we fome Reuenge. Let Husbands know.
Their wiues haue fenfe like them : They fee, and fmell.
And haue their Palats both for fweet,and fowre.
As Husbands haue. What is it that they do.
When they change vs for others? Is it Sport?
I thinke it is : and doth Affeöion breed it ?
I thinke it doth. Is't Frailty that thus erres?
It is fo too. And haue not we Affeélions?
Defires for Sport? and Frailty,as men haue?
Then let them vfe vs well : elfe let them know.
The illes we do, their illes inftruil vs fo.
Def. Good night, good night :
Heauen me fuch vfes fend.
Not to picke bad, from bad; but by bad,mend. Exeunt
Adlus Quintus. Seena Trima.
Enter lago^and Rodorigo.
lago. Heere, ftand behinde this Barke,
Straight will he come :
Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home :
Quicke,quicke, feare nothing; He be at thy Elbow,
It makes vs, or it marres vs, thinke on that.
And fixe moft firme thy Refolution.
Rod. Be,neere at hand, I may mifcarry in't.i
lago. Heere,at thy hand: Be bold, & take thy ftand.
Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed.
And yet he hath giuen me fatisfying Reafons :
'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword : he dies.
lago.X haue rub'd this yong Quat almoft to the fenfe.
And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cajjio,
Or Caßo him, or each do kill the other,
Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo,
He calles me to a reftitution large
Of Gold,and lewels, that I bob'd from him.
As Guifts to Defdemona.
It muft not be : If Caßio do remaine.
He hath a dayly beauty in his life.
That makes me vgly : and befides, the Moore
May vnfold me to him : there ftand I in much perill :
No, he muft dye. But fo, I heard him comming.
Enter CaJJio.
"Esd. I know his gate, 'tis he : Villaine thou dyeft.
Caf. That thruft had beene mine enemy indeed,
But that my Coate is better then thou know'ft :
I will make proofe of thine.
Rod. Oh, I am flaine.
Caßo. I am maym'd for euer :
Helpe hoa : Murther, murther.
Enter Othello.
0th. The voyce of Caffto, lago keepes his word.
Rod. O Villaine that 1 am.
0th. It is euen fo.
Caf. Oh helpe hoa : Light, a Surgeon.
0th. 'Tis he : O braue lago, honeft,and iuft.
That haft fuch Noble fenfe of thy Friends wrong.
Thou teacheft me. Minion, your deere lyes dead,
And your vnbleft Fate highes : Strumpet I come :
For of my heart, thofe Charmes thine Eyes, are blotted .
Thy Bed luft-ftain'd, ftiall with Lufts blood bee fpotted.
Exit Othello.
Enter Lodouico and Graliano.
Caf. What hoa? no Watch? No paflage ?
Murther, Murther.
Gra. 'Tis fome mifchance,the voyce is very direfull.
Caf. Oh helpe.
Ix>do. Hearke.
Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.
Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night ;
Thefe may be counterfeits : Let's think't vnfafe
To come into the cry, without more helpe.
Rod. Nobody come : then lhall X bleed to death.
Enter lago.
Lod. Hearke.
Qra. Here's one comes in his fliirt, with Light, and
Weapons.
lago. Who's there ?
Who's noyfe is this that cries on murther ?
Lodo. We do not know.
lago. Do not you heare a cry ?
Cß. Heere,heere : for heauen fake helpe me.
lago. What's the matter ?
Gra. This is Othelld% Ancient,as I take it.
Lodo. The fame indeede, a very valiant Fellow.
lago. What are you heere, that cry fo greeuoufly?
Caf. lagol Oh I am fpoyl'd, vndone by Villaines:
Glue me fome helpe.
lago. O mee, Lieutenant !
What Villaines haue done this?
Caf. I thinke that one of them is heereabout.
And
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And cannot make away.
lago. Oh treacherous Villaines :
What are you there .> Come in, and giue fome helpe.
Rod, O helpe me there.
Cajfto. That's one of them,
lago. Oh murd'rous Slaue ! O Villaine I
Rod. O damn'd lago { O inhumane Dogge !
lago. Kill men i'th'darke !
Where be thefe bloody Theeue s ?
How filent is thisTowne ? Hoa,murther,murther.
What may you be.' Are you of good, or euill.'
Lod. As you lhall proue vs,praife vs.
lago. S\gn\or Lodouicoí
Lod. He Sir.
Jago. I cry you mercy : here's Caßo hurt by Villaines.
Gra. CaJJio ?
lago. How is't Brother?
Cbyi My Legge is cut in two.
Jago. Marry heauen forbid :
Light Gentlemen, He binde it with my Ihirt.
Enter Bianca.
'Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd ?
Jago, Who is't that cry'd ?
Bian. Oh my deere Cajfio,
My fweet Cajßo : Oh Cajfto, Cajfo, Cafo.
Jago. O notable Strumpet. Cajto, may you fufpeél
Who they Ihould be, that haue thus mangled you ?
Caf. No.
Gra. I am forry to finde you thus ;
I haue beene to feeke you.
Jago. Lend me a Garter. So: Oh for a Chaire
To beare him eafily hence.
"Bian. Alas he faints. Oh CaJfo,Cajfo,Ca£io,
Jago. Gentlemen all, I do fufpeâ this Tralh
To be a party in this Iniurie.
Patience awhile, good Caßo. Come,come ;
Lend me a Light : know we this face, or no ?
Alas my Friend, and my deere Countryman
Rodorigoi No : Yes fure : Yes, 'tis Rodorigo.
Gra. What, ofVenice?
Jago. Euen he Sir : Did you know him ?
Qra. Know him? I.
Jago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry your gentle pardon :
Thefe bloody accidents mull excufe my Manners,
That fo negledled you.
Gra. I am glad to fee you.
Jago. How do you Caßo ? Oh,a Chaire,a Chaire.
Gra. Rodorigo ?
Jago. He, he, 'tis he :
Oh that's well faid, the Chaire.
Some good man beare him carefully from hence.
He fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Miftris,
Saue you your labour. He that lies llaine heere (Caßio^
Was my deere friend. What malice was between you í
CaJ. None in the world : nor do I know the man ?
Jago. What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o'th'Ayre,
Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Miftris ?
Do you perceiue the gaftnefie of her eye ?
Nay, if you ftare, we lhall heare more anon.
Behold her well : I pray you looke vpon her :
Do you fee Gentlemen ? Nay, guiltinelTe will fpeake
Though tongues were out of vfe.
o/Emil. Alas, what is the matter ?
What is the matter. Husband ?
Jago. Caßio hath heere bin fet on in the darke
By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are fcap'd :
He's almoft (laine, and R^odorigo quite dead.
oAomil. Alas good Gentleman : alas good Qajsio.
Jago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe o/£milia.
Go know of Caßo where he fupt to night.
What, do you lhake at that ?
Bian. He fupt at my houfe,but I therefore lhake not.
Jago. O did he fo ? 1 charge you go with me.
e/Emil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet.
'Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honeft.
As you that thus a bufe me.
t/£mil. As 1 ? Fie vpon thee.
Jago. Kinde Gentlemen :
Let's go fee poore Caßo dreft.
Come Miftris, you mull tel's another Tale.
(t/Emilia, run you to the Cittadell,
And tell my Lord and Lady,what hath happ'd :
Will you go on afore d This is the night
That either makes me, or foredoes me quight. Bxeunt
Sccena Secunda.
Enter Othello and Defdemona in her bed.
0th. It is the Caufe, it is the Caufe (my Soule)
Let me not name it to you, you charte Starres,
It is the Caufe. V^et lie not /hed her blood.
Nor fcarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow,
And fmooth as Monumentall Alablafter:
Yet /he muft dye, elfe Ihee'l betray more men :
Put out the Light, and then put out the Light :
If I quench thee, thou flaming Minifter,
I can againe thy former light rertore.
Should 1 repent me. But once put out thy Light,
Thou cunning'ft Patterne of excelling Natuie,
I know not where is that Promethaan heate
That can thy Light re-Lume.
When I haue plucked thy Rofe,
I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,
It needs muft wither. lie fmell thee on the Tree.
Oh Balmy breath, that doft almoft perfwade
luftice to breake her Sword. One more, one more î
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And loue thee after. One more, and that's the laft.
So fweet, was ne're fo fatall. I muft weepe.
But they are cruell Teares j This forrow's heauenly,
It ftrikes, where it doth loue. She wakes.
Def. Who's there ? Othello}
OtheL I Defdemona.
'Def. Will you come to bed, my Lord?
0th. Haue you pray'd to night, Defdemon ?
Def. I my Lord. ^
0th. If you bethinke your felfe of any Crime
Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen,and Grace,
Solicite for it ftraight.
Def. Alacke, my Lord,
What may you meane by that}
Oth. Well, do it,and be breefe, I will walke by :
I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,
No, Heauens fore-fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
Def. Talke you of killing ?
Oth. I, I do.
Def. Then Heauen haue mercy on mee,
Oth.
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Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
Def. If you fay, I hope you will not kill me.
Oth. Humh.
'Def. And yet I feare you : for you're fatall then
When your eyes rowle fo.
Why I ihould feare, I know not.
Since guiltinefle I know not : But yet I feele I feare.
Oth. Thinke on thy finnes.
Def. They are Loues I beare to you.
Oth. I, and for that thou dy'ft.
Def. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.
Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether-lip ?
Some bloody paflion lhakes your very Frame :
Thefe are portents: but yet I hope,I hope.
They do not point on me.
Oth. Peace,and be ftiil.
Def. I will fo : What's the matter ?
Oth. That Handkerchiefe
Which I fo lou'd,and gaue thee, thou gau'll to ^ajße.
'Def. No by my Life, and Soule : fend for the man.
And aske him.
Oth. Sweet Soule, take heed, take heed of Periury,
Thou art on thy death-bed.
Def. I, but not yet to dye.
Oth. Prefently.
Therefore confeiTe thee freely of thy linne :
For to deny each Article with Oath,
Cannot remoue, nor choake the ftrong Conception
That I dogrone withall. Thou art to dye.
Def. O Heauen haue mercy on me.
Oth. I fay. Amen.
Def. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did
Offend you in my life : neuer lou'd CaJJio,
But with fuch general! warrantie of Heauen,
As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.
Oth. By Heauen I faw my Handkerchiefe in's hand.
0 periur'd woman, thou do'ft ftone my heart.
And makes me call, what I intend to do,
A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.
1 faw the Handkerchiefe.
Def. He found it then :
I neuer gaue it him : Send, for him hither :
Let him confeffe a truth.
Oth, He hath confefl.
Def, What, my Lord
Oth. That he hath vs'd thee.
Def. How.' vnlawfully.^
Oth. I.
Def. He will not fay fo.
Oth. No : his mouth is ftopp'd :
Honeft lago hath 'tane order for't.
'Def. Oh,my feare interprets. What is he dead ?
Oth. Had all his haires bin liues, my great Reuenge
Had ftomacke for them all.
Def. Alas, he is betray'd, and I vndone.
Oth.Out Strumpet : weep'ft thou for him to my face.'
Def. O banifh me, my Lord, but kill me not.
Oth, Downe Strumpet.
Def, Kill me to morrow, let me Hue to night.
Oth. Nay, if you ftriue.
Def. But hälfe an houre.
Oth. Being done, there is no pawfe.
'Def. But while I fay one prayer.
Oth. It is too late. Smothers her,
e/EmiUa at the doore.
t/Emil. My Lord, my Lord.' What hoa ?|
My Lord, my Lord.
Oth .What noife is this ? Not dead? not yet quite dead.'
I that am cruell, am yet merci/bll,
I would not haue thee linger in thy paine ?
So, fo.
e/£mil.mthin. What hoa? my Lord, my Lord .'
Oth. Who's there.'
ts/Em'tl. Oh good my Lord, I would fpeake la word
with you.
Oth. Yes : Tise/£mi!ia : by and by. Shee's dead.
'Tis like fhe comes to fpeake of death :
The noife was high. Hah, no more moouing ?
Still as the Graue. Shall fhe come in? Wer't good ?
I thinke fhe ftirres againe No, what's beft to 80?
If fhe come in, fhee'l fure fpeake to my wife :
My wife, my wife : what wife ? I haue no wife.
Oh infupportable ! Oh heauy houre I
Me thinkes, it fhould be now a huge Eclipfel
Of Sunne, and Moone ; and that th'affrighted Globe
Did yawne at Alteration.
eé£mil. I do befeech you
That I may fpeake with you. Oh good my Lord.
Oth. I had forgot thee ; oh come in tt/£miHa,
Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.
Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now ?
Enter e/Emilia.
e/£m'tl. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers
done.
Oth. What? now ?
erEm'tl, Butnow, my Lord.
Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,
She comes more neerer Earth then Ihe was wont.
And makes men mad.
<t/Emil. ""y Lord, hath kill'd
A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo.
Oth. Rodorigo kill'd ? and Caßo kill'd?
e^mtl. No, Caßo is not kill'd.
Oth, Not Caßo kill'df Then Murther's out of tune.
And fweet Reuenge growes harlh.
Def. O falfely, falfely murder'd.
erEmil. Alas ! what cry is that ?
Oth. That? What ?
^e^mit. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice.
Helpe, helpe hoa, helpe. Oh Ladie fpeake againe.
Sweet Defdemona, oh fweet Miftris, fpeake.
Def. A guiltlelTe death, I dye.
e/£mil. Oh who hath done this deed ?
Def. No body : I my felfe, farewell :
Commend me to my kinde Lord : oh farewell.
Oth. Why, how Ihould Ihe be murdred ?
erEmil. Alas : who knowes ?
Oth. You heare her fay her felfe, it was not I.
eyEmH. She faid fo : I muft needs report the truth.
Oth. She's like a Liar gone to burning hell,
'Twas I that kill'd her.
erEmil. Oh the more Angelí Ihe, and you the black¬
er Diuell.i
Oth. She turn'd to folly : and ihe was a whore.
erEmil, Thou do'ft bely her,and thou art a diuell.
Oth. She was falfe as water.
erEmil. Thou art ralh as fire, to fay
That (he was falfe. Oh (he was heauenly true.
Oth. Caßo did top her : Ask thy husband elfe.
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell:
But that I did proceed vpon iuft grounds
To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.
erEmil
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the ¿Moore of Venice.
i/£mU. My Husband ?
Oih. Thy Husband.
nyEmil. That Ihe was falfe to Wedlocke ?
Oih. I, with Caßo ; had ihe bin true,
If Heauen would make me fuch another world,
Of one entyre and perfeft Chrjfolite,
rid not haue fold her for it.
My Husband?
0th. I, 'twas he that told me on her firft.
An honeft man he is, and hates the ilime
That ftickes on hlthy deeds.
<i^rpil. My Husband ?
Otb. What needs this itterance. Woman ?
I fay, thy Husband.
Oh Miftris,
Villany hath made mockes with loue :
My Husband fay (he was falfe ?
0th. He, Woman ;
I fay thy Husband : Do'fl: vnderftand the word ?
My Friend, thy Husband ; honeft, honeft Ifgo.
c.£mil. If he fay fo, may his pfernicious Soule
Rot hälfe a graine a day : he lyes to'th'heart.
She was too fond of her moft fílthy Bargaine.
Otb. Hah ? ^
t/Emil. Do thy wotft :
This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,
Then thou was't worthy her.
Otb. Peace, you were beft.
Thou haft not hälfe that powre to do me harm.
As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt.
As ignorant as durt : thou haft done a deed
(I care not for thy Sword) He make thee known.
Though I loft twenty lines. Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe s
The Moore hath kill'd my Miftris. Murther, murther.
Enter Montano, Gratiano, and lago.
Mon. What is the matter ? How now Generali ?
o/£mil. Oh, are you comt.Iago ; you haue done well.
That men muft lay their Murthers on your necke.
Gra. What is the matter ?
tdEmil. Difproue this Villaine, if thou bee'ft a man :
He fayes, thou told'ft him that his wife was ftlfe :
I know thou did'ft not : thou'rt not fuch a Villain.
Speake, for my heart is full.
Ingo. I told him what I thought,
And told no more
Then what he found himfelfe was apt, and true.
o/£m'tl. But did you euer tell him.
She was falfe ?
lago. I did.
o/£m'tl. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye :
Vpon my Soule, a Lye ; a wicked Lye.
Shee falfe with Caßo ?
Did you fay with Caßo ?
lago. With Caßo, Miftris?
Go too, charme your tongue.
Emil. I will not charme my Tongue ;
1 am bound to fpeake,
My Miftris heere lyes murthered in her bed.
.All. Oh Heauens, forefend.
Emil. And your reports haue fet the Murder on.
Othello. Nay ftare not Mailers,
It is true indeede.
Gra. 'Tis a ftrange Truth.
(¿Mont. O monftrous Aile.
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Emil. Villany, villany, villany :
I thinke vpon't, I thinke : I fmel't : O Villany :
I thought fo then : He kill my felfe for greefe.
0 villany I villany !
lago. What, are you mad ?
1 charge you get you home.
Emtl. Good Gentlemen, let me haue leaue to fpeake :
'Tis proper I obey him ; but not now :
Perchance lago, I will ne're go home.
Otb. Oh, oh, oh.
Smil. Nay, lay thee downe, and roare :
For thou haft kill'd the fweeteft innocent.
That ere did lift vp eye.
Otb. Oh Ihe was fowle !
I fcarfe did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece,
Whofe breath (indeed) thefe hands haue newly ftopp'd :
I know this aâe Ihewes horrible and grim.
Gra. Poore IDefdemon ;
I am glad thy Father's dead,
Thy Match was mortall to him : and pure greefe
Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now.
This light would make him do a defperate turne !
Yea, curfe his better Angelí from his fide,
And fall to Reprobance.
Otb. 'Tis pittifull : but yet lago knowes
That Ihe with Caßo, hath the A¿1 of lhame,
A thoufand times committed. Caßo confeft it,
And Ihe did gratifie his amorous workes
With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue
Which I firft gaue her : I faw it in his hand :
It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token
My Father gaue my Mother.
Emil. oh Heauen I oh heauenly Powres !
lago. Come, hold your peace.
Smtl. 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace ?
No, I will fpeake as liberall as the North ;
Let Heauen, and Men, and Diuels, let them all.
All, all, crie lhame againft me, yet He fpeake.
lago. Be wife, and get you home.
Emil, I will not.
Gra. Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman.
Emil. Oh thou dull Moore,
That Handkerchiefe thou fpeak'ft of
I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband :
For often, with a folemne earneftnefte,
(More then indeed belong'd to fuch a Trifle)
He begg'd of me," to fteale't.
lago. Villanous Whore.
Emil. She giue it Caßoi No, alas I found it.
And I did giu't my Husband.
lago. Filth, thou lyeft.
Smil. By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen ;
Oh murd'rous Coxcombe, what Ihould fuch a Foole
Do with fo good a wife ?
0th. Are there no Hones in Heauen,
But what ferues for the Thunder ?
Precious Villaine.
Gra. The woman falles:
Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.
Emil. I, I : oh lay me by my Miftris fide.
Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon
Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore :
Come guard the doore without, let him not palTe,
But kill him rather. He after that fame villaine.
For 'tis a damned Slaue. Exit.
Otb.
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Oth. I am not valiant neither :
But euery Punie whipfter gets my Sword.
But why fhould Honor out-liue Honefty ?
Let it go all.
What did thy Song boad Lady ?
Hearke, canft thou heare me ? I will play the Swan,
And dye in Mulicke : WiUough^ Willougbf Vb^illougb.
Moore, (be was challe : She lou'd thee, cruell Moore,
So come my Soule to blifle, as I fpeake true :
So fpeaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.
Otb. I haue another weapon in this Chamber,
It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper :
Oh beere it is : Vnkle I mull come forth.
Gra. If thou attempt it, it will coll thee deere ;
Thou hall no weapon, and perforce mull fuffer.
Otb. Looke in vpon me then, and fpeake with me.
Or naked as I am I will alfault thee.
Qra. What is the matter.'
Otbel. Behold, I haue a weapon :
A better neuer did it felfe fuftaine
Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue feene the day,
That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,
I haue made my way through more impediments
Then twenty times your Hop. But (oh vaine boall)
Who can controll his Fate .' 'Tis not fo now.
Be not aUraid, though you do fee me weapon'd :
Heere is my iournies end, beere is my butt
And verie Sea-marke of my vtmoll Saile.
Do you go backe difmaid^ 'Tis a loll feare:
Man but a Rulh againll OtbelWi brell.
And he retires. Where Ihould Othello go ?
Now : how doll thou looke now? Oh ill-Starr'd wench.
Pale as thy Smocke : when we lhall meete at compt.
This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen,
And Fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle.'
Euen like thy Challity. O curfed, curfed Slaue ¡
Whip me ye Diuels,
From the polfeflion of this Heauenly fight :
Blow me about in windes, roall me in Sulphure,
Walh me in lleepe-downe gulfes of Liquid fire.
Oh Dejdemon ! dead Defdemon : dead. Oh, oh I
Enter Lodouko, CaJJto, Montano, and lago,
wttb Officers.
Lod. Where is this ralh, and moll vnfortunate man ?
Otb. That's he that was Othello ; beere I am.
Lod. Where is that Viper .'
Bring the Villaine forth.
Otb. I look down towards his feet ; but that's a Fable,
If that thou bee'll a Diuell, I cannot kill thee.
Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
lago. I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.
Otbel. I am not forty neither, Il'd haue thee liue :
For in my fenfe, 'tis happinelfe to die.
Lod. Oh thou Othello, that was once fo good,
Falne in the prailife of a curfed Slaue,
What lhall be faide to thee.
0:b. Why any thing :
An honourable Murderer, if you will :
For nought I did in hate, but all in Honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confell his Villany :
Did you and he confent in Caffid% death.
Oth. I.
Caf. Deere Generali, I neuer gaue you caufe.
Otb. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon :
Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Diuell,
Why he hath thus enfnar'd my Soule and Body.
/ai-.Demand me nothing : what you know, you know:
From this time forth, I neuer will fpeake word.
Lod. What? not to pray .'
Çra. Torments will ope your lips.
Otb. Well, thou doll bell.
Lod. Sir,
You lhall vnderftand what hath befalne,
(Which, as I thinke, you know not) beere is a Letter
Found in the pocket of the ilaine Rodorigo,
And beere another, the one of them imports
The death of CaJJio, to be vndertooke
By Rodorigo.
Otb. O Villaine !
CaJJio. Moll Heathenilh, and moll grofle.
Lod. Now, heere's another difcontented paper
Found in his pocket too : and this it feemes
Eodorigo meant t'haue fent this damned villaine :
But that (belike) lago in the interim
Came in, and fatisfi'd him.
Otb. Oh thou pernitlous Caitille ;
How came you {Cajßo) by that Handkerchiefe
That was my wiues ?
Caffo. I founj it in my Chamber :
And he himfelfe confell it but euen now.
That there he dropt it for a fpeciall purpofe.
Which wrought to his delire.
Otbel. O Foole, foole, foole !
Caffio. There is befides, in Rodorigo's Letter,
How he vpbraides lago, that he made him
Braue me vpon the Watch : whereon it came
That I was call : and euen but now he fpake
(After long feeming dead) lago hurt him,
lago fet him on.
Lod. You mull forfake this roome, and go with vs :
Your Power, and your Command is taken off.
And CaJßo rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue,
If there be any cunning Crueltie,
That can torment him much, and hold him long.
It lhall be his. You lhall dole Prifoner rell.
Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Otb. Soft you ; a word or two before you goe :
I haue done the State fome feruice, and they know't:
No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
When you lhall thefe vnluckie deeds relate,
Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate.
Nor fet downe ought in malice.
Then mull you fpeake,
Of one that lou'd not wifely, but too well :
Of one, not eafily lealious, hut being wrought.
Perplexed in the extreame : Of one, whofe hand
(Like the bafe ludean) threw a Pearle away
Richer then all his Tribe : Of one, whofe fubdu'd Eyes,
Albeit vn-vfed to the melting moode,
Drops teares as fall as the Arabian Trees
Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this :
And fay befides, that in aileppo once.
Where a malignant, and a 'Turbond-Turke
Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
I tooke by th'throat the circumcifed Dogge,
And fmoate him, thus.
Lod. Oh bloody period.
Gra. All that is fpoke, is marr'd.
Otb. I kill thee, ere I kill'd thee : No way but this.
Killing my felfe, to dye vpon a kiffe. 'Dyes
Caffio.
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Caf. This did 1 feare, but thought he had no weapon :
For he was great of heart.
Lod. Oh Sparten Dogge :
More fell then Anguifli, Hunger, or the Sea :
Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed:
This is thy worke :
The Obieà poyfons Sight,
Let it be hid. Graiw»«, keepe the houfe.
And feize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore,
For they fucceede on you. To you. Lord Gouernor,
Remaines th eCenfure of this hellilh villaine :
The Time, the Place, the Torture,oh inforce it :
My felfe will ftraight aboord, and to the State,
This heauie Ail, with heauie heart relate. Exeunt,
FIKIS.
The Names of the A ¿tors.
(:%•:)
Thello, the Moore.
Brabantio, Father to Defdetnona.
Caffio, an Honourable Lieutenant.
lago, a yillaine.
Rodorigo, a gulid Gentleman.
Duke of Venice.
Senators.
Montano, Gouernour of Cyprus.
Gentlemen of Cyprus. >
LodouicOjöffi/ Gratiano, two Noble Venetians.
Saylors.
Clowne.
Defdemona, Wife to Othello.
.íEmilia, Wife to lago.
Bianca, a Curtezan.
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340
THETRAGE DIE OF
Anthonie, and Cleopatra.
^ASlus Trimus. Scœna 'Prima.
Enter 'Demetrius and Philo.
Philo.
I Ay, but this dotage of our Generals
jOre-flowes the tneafure : thofe his goodly eyes
[That o're the Files and Mufters of the Warre,
>Haue glow'd like plated Mars:
Now bend, now turne
The Office and Deuotion of their view
Vpon a Fawny Front. His Captaines heart.
Which in the fcuffles of great Fights hath burft
The Buckles on his breft, reneages all temper.
And is become the Bellowes and the Fan
To coole a Gypfies Lull.
Flouriß). Enter Anthony, Cleopatra her Ladies, the
7raine,u>ith Bunuchs fanning her.
Locke where they come :
Take but good note, and you lhall fee in him
(The triple Pillar of the world) transform'd
Into a Strumpets Foole. Behold and fee.
Cleo. If it be Loue indeed, tell me how much.
^»r.There's beggery in the loue that can be reckon'd
Cleo. Ile fet a bourne how farre to be belou'd.
Ant. Then mull thou needes finde out new Heauen,
new Earth.
Enter a Mejfenger.
Mef. Newes(my good Lord)from Rome.
Ant. Grates me, the fumme.
Cleo. Nay heare them Anthony.
Fuluia perchance is angry : Or who knowes.
If the fcarfe-bearded Ceefar haue not fent
His powrefull Mandate to you.Do this,or this ;
Take in that Kingdome, and Infranchife that ;
Perform't, or elfe we damne thee.
Ant. How, my Loue
Cleo. Perchance? Nay, and moll like :
You mull not Hay beere longer, your difmiffion
Is come from Ctrjar, therefore heare it Anthony.
Where'sFlr/aiaa ProcelTe? {Cajars I would fay) both?
Call in the MelTengers : As I am Egypts Qi^eene,
Thou blulhell Anthony, and that blood of thine
Is Cs^fars homager : elfe Co thy cheeke payes lhame.
When Ihrill-tongu'd Fuluia fcolds. The MelTengers.
Ant. Let Rome in Tyber melt, and the wide Arch
Of the raing'd Empire fall : Heere is my fpace,
Kingdomes are clay : Our dungie earth alike
Feeds Beall as Man ; the Noblenelfe of life
Is to do thus : when fuch a mutuall paire.
And fuch a twaine can doo't, in which I binde
One paine of punilhment, the world to weete
We lland vp PeerelelTe.
Cleo. Excellent fallhood :
Why did he marry Fuluia, and not loue her?
He feeme the Foole I am not. Anthony will be himfelfe.
Ant. But llirr'd by Qleopatra.
Now for the loue of Loue,and her foft heures,
Let's not confound the time with Conference harlh;
There's not a minute of our liues Ihould llretch
Without feme pleafure now. What fport to night ?
Cleo. Heare the AmbalTadors.
Ant. Fye wrangling Queene :
Whom euery thing becomes, to chide, to laugh.
To weepe : who euery paffion fully ftriues
To make itfelfe (in 'rhee)faire, and admir'd.
No Melfenger but thine, and all alone, to night
Wee'l wander through the llreets,and note
The qualities of people. Come my Queene,
Lall night you did delire it. Speake not to vs.
Exeunt with the Traine.
Dem. Is Cafar with Anthonius priz'd fo llight ?
Philo. Sir fometimes when he is not Anthony,
He comes too Ihort of that great Property
Which Hill Ihould go with .Anthony.
Dem. I am full forry, that hee approues the common
Lyar,who thus fpeakes of him at Rome j but I will hope
of better deeds to morrow. Reft you happy. Sxeunt
Enter Enobarbus, Lamprius,a Southfayer, Rannius, Lucilli-
sts, Charmian, Iras, Mardian the Eunuch,
and Alexas.
Char. L. Alexas, fweet Alexas,mo&. any thing Alexas,
almoft moll abfolute Alexas, where's the Soothfayer
that you prais'd fo to'th'Queene ? Oh that I knewe this
Husband, which you fay, mull change his Homes with
Garlands.
Alex. Soothfayer.
Your will ?
Is this the Man ? Is't you fir that know things ?
In Natures infinite booke of Secrecie, a little I
Sooth.
Char.
Sooth.
can read.
Alex.
Shew him your hand.
Enob. Bring in the Banket quickly ; Wine enough,
Cleopa
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dánthony and
Cleopatras health to drinlce.
Char. Good fir, giue me good Fortune.
Sooth. I make not, but forefee.
Char. Pray then, forefee me one. |
Sooth. You lhall be yet fàrre fairer then you are.
Char. He meanes in flefli.
Iras. No, you lhall paint when you are old.
Char. Wrinkles forbid.
tÀlex. Vex not his prefcience, be attentiue.
Char. Hulh.
Sooth. You lhall be more belouing, then beloued.
Char. I had rather heate my Liuer with drinking.
.e4lex. Nay, heare him.
Char. Good now fome excellent Fortune : Let mee
be married to three Kings in a forenoone, and Widdow
them all : Let me haue a Childe at fifty, to whom HeroJe
of lewry may do Homage. Finde me to marrie me with
OflauiM Qeejar, and companion me with my Miftris.
Sooth. You lhall out-liue the Lady whom you ferue.
Char. Oh excellent, I loue long life better then Figs.
Sooth. You haue feene and proued a fairer former for¬
tune, then that which is to approach.
Char. Then belike my Children lhall haue no names:
Prythee how many Boyes and Wenches muft I haue.
Sooth. If euery of your wilhes had a wombe, & fore¬
tell euery wilh, a Million.
Char. Out Foole, I forgiue thee for a Witch.
Alex. You thinke none but your Iheets are priuie to
your wilhes.
Char. Nay come, tell Irai hers.
Alex. Wee'l know all our Fortunes.
Enob. Mine, and moll of our Fortunes to night, lhall
be drunke to bed.
Irai. There's a Palme prefages Chaftity, if nothing els.
Char. E'ne as the o're-flowing Nylus prefageth Fa¬
mine.
Iras. Go you wilde Bedfellow, you cannot Soothfay.
Char. Nay, if an oyly Palme bee not a fruitfull Prog-
noftication, I cannot fcratch mine eare. Prythee tel her
but a worky day Fortune.
Sooth. Your Fortunes are alike.
Iras. But how, but how, giue me particulars.
Sooth. I haue faid.
Iras. Am I not an inch of Fortune better then Ihe?
Char. Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better
then I : where would you choofe it.
Iras. Not in my Husbands nofe.
Char. Our worfer thoughts Heauens mend.
Alexas. Come, his Fortune, his Fortune. Oh let him
mary a woman that cannot go, fweet Ißt, I befeech thee,
and let her dye too,'and giue him a worfe,and let worfe
follow worfe, till the worft of all follow him laughing to
his graue, fifty-fold a Cuckold. Good Ißs heare me this
Prayer, though thou denie me a matter of more waight :
good ifis I befeech thee.
Iras. Amen,deere GoddelTe, heare that prayer of the
people. For, as it is a heart-breaking to fee a handfome
man loofe-Wiu'd, fo it is a deadly forrow, to beholde a
foule Knaue vncuckolded : Therefore deere Ißs keep de¬
corum, and Fortune him accordingly.
Char. Amen.
Alex. Lo now, if it lay in their hands to make mee a
Cuckold, they would make themfelues Whores, but
they'ld doo't.
Enter Cleopatra.
Enob. Hulh, heere comes Anthony.
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Char. Not he, the Queene.
Cleo. Saue you, my Lord.
Enob. No Lady.
Cleo. Was he not heere .'
Char. No Madam.
Cleo. He was difpos'd to mirth, but on the fodaine
A Romane thought hath llrooke him.
Embarbus ?
Snob. Madam.
C/eo. Seeke him,and bring him hither: wher's Alexias ?
Alex. Heere at your feruice.
My Lord approaches.
Enter Anthony, vptth a olMeßenger,
Cleo. We will not looke vpon him :
Go with vs. Exeunt.
Mejfen. Fuluia thy Wife,
Firlt came into the Field.
Ant. Againft my Brother Lucius ?
Mejfen. I ; but foone that Warre bad end,
And the times Hate
Made friends of them, ioynting their force 'gainft Cafar,
Whofe better ilfue in the warre from Italy,
Vpon the firll encounter draue them.
Ant. Well, what worft.
Meff. The Nature of bad newes infeib the Teller.
Ant. When it concernes the Foole or Coward : On.
Things that are pall, are done, with me. 'Tis thus.
Who tels me true, though in his Tale lye death,
I heare him as he flatter'd.
Mef. Labienus (this is ftiffe-newes)
Hath with his Parthian Force
Extended Alia : from Euphrates his conquering
Banner Ihooke, from Syria to Lydia,
And to Ionia, whil'll
Ant. Anthony thou would'ft fay.
Mef. Oh my Lord.
Ant. Speake to me home.
Mince not the generali tongue, name
Cleopatra as Ihe is call'd in Rome :
Raile thou in Fuluia's phrafe, and taunt my faults
With fuch full Licenle, as both Truth and Malice
Haue power to vtter. Oh then we bring forth weeds.
When our quicke windes lye Hill, and our ¡lies told vs
Is as our earing : fare thee well awhile.
Mef. At your Noble pleafure. Exit Meßenger.
Enter another Meßenger.
Ant. From Scicion how the newes ? Speake there.
i.Mef. The man from Scicion,
Is there fuch an one ?
z.Mef. He ftayes vpon your will.
tAnt. Let him appeare :
Thefe ftrong Egyptian Fetters I muft breake.
Or loofe my felfe in dotage.
Enter another oMeßenger vith a Letter,
What are you ?
3 .oMef. Fuluia thy wife is dead.
Ant. Where dyed Ihe.
Mef. In Scicion, her length of ficknefle.
With what elfe more ferious,
Importeth thee to know, this beares.
Antho. Forbeare me
There's a great Spirit gone, thus did I delire it :
What our contempts doth often hurle from vs,
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342
We wifli it ours againe. The prefent pleafure,
By reuolution lowring, does become
The oppofite of it felfe ! /he's good being gon,
The hand could pluclce her backe, that Ihou'd her on.
I muft from this enchanting Queene breake off,
Ten thoufand harmes, more then the illes I know
My idlenelTe doth hatch.
Enter Snoharbta.
How now Enobarini.
Eno. What's your pleafure, Sir ?
Anth. I muft with hafte from hence.
Eno. Why then we kill all our Women. We fee how
mortall an vnkindnefle is to them, if they fuffer our de¬
parture death's the word.
Ant. I muft be gone.
Eno. Vnder a compelling an occafion, let women die.
It were pitty to call them away for nothing, though be-
tweene them and a great caufe, they Ihould be efteemed
nothing. Cleopatra catching but the leaft noyfe of this,
dies inftantly : I haue feene her dye twenty times vppon
farre poorer moment : I do think there is mettle in death,
which commits fome louing aâe vpon her, ihe hath fuch
a celerity in dying.
Ant. She is cunning paft mans thought.
Eno. Alacke Sir no, her paftions are made of nothing
but the fineft part of pure Loue. We cannot cal her winds
and waters, fighes and teares : They are greater ftormes
and Tempefts then Almanackes can report. This cannot
be cunning in herj if it be, ihe makes a ftiowre of Raine
as well as loue.
Ant. Would I had neuer feene her.
Eno, Oh fir, you had then left vnfeene a wonderfull
peece of worke, which not to haue beene bleft withall,
would haue difcredited your Trauaile.
Ant. Fuluia is dead.
Eno. Sir.
Ant. Fuluia is dead.
Eno. Fuluia ?
Ant. Dead.
Eno. Why fir, giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice :
when it pleafeth their Deities to take the wife of a man
from him, it fiiewes to man the Tailors of the earth: com¬
forting therein, that when olde Robes areiworne out,
there are members to make new. If there were no more
Women but Fuluia, then had you indeede a cut, and the
cali to be lamented: This greefe is ciown'd with Confo-
lation, your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate,
and indeed the teares liue in an Onion, that Ihould water
this furrow.
Ant. The bufinefle Ihe hath broached in the State,
Cannot endure my abfence.
Eno. And the bufinefle you haue broach'd heere can¬
not be without you, efpecially that of Cleopatra's^ which
wholly depends on your abode.
Ant. No more light Anfweres :
Let our Officers
Haue notice what we purpofe. I lhall breake
The caufe of our Expedience to the Queene,
And get her loue to part. For not alone
The death of Fuluia, with more vrgent touches
Do ftrongly fpeake to vs : but the Letters too
Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome,
Petition vs at home. Sexttu Pompeius
Haue giuen the dare to Ceefar, and commands
The Empire of the Sea. Our flippery people,
Whofe Loue is neuer link'd to the deferuer.
Till his deferts are paft, begin to throw
Pompey the great, and all his Dignities
Vpon his Sonne, who high in Name and Power,
Higher then both in Blood and Life,ftands vp
For the maine Souldier. Whofe quality going on.
The fides o'th'world may danger. Much is breeding.
Which like the Courfers heire, hath yet but life.
And not a Serpents poyfon. Say our pleafure.
To fuch whofe places vnder vs, require
Our quicke remoue from hence.
Enob. I lhall doo't.
Snter Cleopatra, Charmian, Alexaé,and Iras.
Cleo. Where is he ?
Char. I did not fee him fince.
Qleo. See where he is,
Whofe with him, what he does :
I did not fend you. If you finde him fad,
Say I am dauncing : if in Myrth, report
That I am fodaine ficke. Quicke, and returne.
Qbar. Madam, me thinkes if you did loue him deerly.
You do not hold the method, to enforce
The like from him.
Cleo. What Ihould I do, I do not
CÄ.In each thing giue him way,croire him in nothing.
Cleo. Thou teacheft like a foole:the way to lofe him.
Char. Tempt him not fo too farre. I wilh forbeare,
In time we hate that which we often feare.
Bnter Anthony.
But heere comes Anthony.
Cito. I am ficke, and füllen.
An. I am forry to giue breathing to my purpofe.
Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian,! lhall fall.
It cannot be thus long, the fides of Nature
Will not fuftaine it.
Ant. Now my deereft Queene.
Cleo. Pray you Hand farther from mee.
Ant. What's the matter?
Cleo.l know by that fame eye ther's fome good news.
What fayes the married woman you may goe ?
Would ihe had neuer giuen you leaue to come.
Let her not fay 'tis I that keepe you heere,
I haue no power vpon you : Hers you are.
Ant. The Gods heft know.
Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene
So mightily betrayed : yet at the fitft
I faw the Treafons planted.
Ant. Cleopatra.
Cleo. Why Ihould I thinke you can be mine, & true,
(Though you in fwearing lhake the Throaned Gods)
Who haue beene falfe to Fuluia ?
Riotous madneflfe.
To be entangled with thofe mouth-made vowes.
Which breake themfelues in fwearing.
Ant. Moft fweet Queene.
Cleo. Nay pray you leeke no colour for your going.
But bid farewell, and goe :
When you fued ftaying.
Then was the time for words : No going then.
Eternity was in our Lippes, and Eyes,
Bliffe in our browes bent : none our parts fo poore,
But was a race of Heauen. They are fo ftill.
Or thou the greateft Souldier of the world.
Art turn'd the greateft Lyar.
Ant, How now Lady ?
Cleo.
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çAnthony and Qleopatra.
Cleo. I would I had thy inches, thou ihould'ft know
There were a heart in Egypt.
Ant, Heare me Queene ;
The ftrong necefljty of Time, commands
Our Seruicles a-while ; but my full heart
Remalnes in vfe with you. Our Italy,
Shines oVe with ciuill Swords^ SextM Pompern
Makes bis approaches to the Port of Rome,
Equality of two Domefticke powers,
Breed fcrupulous faâion ; The hated growne to ftrength
Are newly growne to Loue : The condemned Pompey^
Rich in his Fathers Honor,creepes apace
Into the'hearts of fuch,as haue not thriued
Vpon the prefent ftate,whofe Numbers threaten,
And quietneíTe growne ficke of reft, would purge
By any defperate change : My more particular,
And that which moft with you ihould fafe my going.
Is Fuluioó death.
Though age from folly could not giue me freedom
It does from childinineiTe. Can Fuluia dye?
Ant, She's dead my Queene.
Looke beere, and at thy Soueraigne leyfure read
The Garboyles ftie awak'd : at the laft,beft,
See when,and where Ihee died.
Cleo, O moft falfe Loue ¡
Where be the Sacred Violles thou ihould'ft fill
With forrowfull water ?Now I fee, I fee,
In Fuluias death, how mine receiu'd lhall be.
tAnt. Q^arrell no more, but bee prepared to know
The purpoies I beare : which are, or ceafe.
As you ftiall giue th'aduice. By the fire
That quickens Nylus flime, I go from hence
Thy Souldier, Seruant, making Peace or Warre,
As thou aftèéis.
Cleo. Cut my Lace, Charmian come.
But let it be, lam quickly ill, and well,
So Anthony loues.
Ant. My precious Queene forbeare,
And giue true euidence to his Loue, which ftands
An honourable Triall.
Qleo, So Fuluia told me. *
I prythee turne afide,and weepe for her,
Then bid adiew to me, and fay the teares
Belong to Egypt. Good now, play one Scene
Of excellent dilfemblingjand let it looke
Like perfeil Honor.
Ant, You'l heat my blood no more?
Cleo. You can do better yet : but this is meetly.
Ant, Now by Sword.
Cleo, And Target. Still he mends.
But this is not the beft. Looke prythee Charmian^
How this Herculean Roman do's become
The carriage of his chafe.
Ant, He leaue you Lady.
Cleo, Courteous Lord^ one word î
Sir, you and I muft part, but that's not it s
Sir, you and I haue lou'd, but there's not it :
That you know well, fomething it is I would :
Oh, my Obliuion is a very Anthony^
And I am all forgotten.
Ant, But that your Royalty
Holds Idlenefte your fubie«^, I ihould take you
For Idlencife it felfe.
CUo. 'Tis fweating Labour,
To beare fuch Idlenefte fo neere the heart
As Cleopatra this. But Sir,forgiue me.
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Since my becommings kill me, when they do not
Eye well to you. Your Honor calles you hence,
Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly,
And all the Gods go with you. Vpon your Sword
Sit Lawrell viilory, and fmooth fuccelfe
Be ftrew'd before your feete.i
Ant. Let vs go.
Come ! Our feparation fo abides and flies.
That thou redding beere, goes yet with mee ;
And 1 hence fleeting, beere remaine with thee.
Away. Exeunt.
Enter OEiauitti reading a Letter^ Lepidué,
and their Traîne,
CaJ. You may fee Lepidus^zni henceforth know.
It is not Cajart Naturall vice, to hate
One great Competitor. From Alexandria
This is the newes : He fifties, drinkes, and waftes
The Lampes of night in reuell ; Is not more manlike
Then Cleopatra : nor the Queene of Ptolomy
More Womanly then he. Hardly gaue audience
Or vouchfafe to thinke he had Partners. You
Shall finde there a man, who is th'abftrads of all faults,
That all men follow.
hep. I muft not thinke
There are, euils enow to darken all his goodnefte:
His faults in him, feeme as the Spots of Heauen,
More fierie by nights Blacknefte j Hereditarie,
Rather then parcharte : what he cannot change,
Then what he choofes.
CaJ, You are too indulgent. Let's graunt it is not
Amiife to tumble on the bed of Ptolomy,
To giue a Kingdome for a Mirth, to fit
And keepe the turne of Tipling with a Slaue,
To reele the ftreets at noone, and ftand the Buffet
With knaues that fmels of fweate : Say this becoms him
(As his compofure muft be rare indeed,
Whom thefe things cannot blemlfti) yet muft Anthony
No way excufe his foyles, when we do beare
So great waight in his lightnefte. If he fiU'd
His vacancie with his Voluptuoufnefle,
Full furfets, and the drineife of his bones,
Call on him for't. But to confound fuch time,
That drummes him from his fport, and fpeakes as lowd
As his owne State, and ours, 'tis to be chid :
As we rate Boyes, who being mature in knowledge,
Pawne their experience to their prefent pleafure.
And fo rebell to iudgement.
Enter a Mejfenger,
Lep. Heere's more newcs.
MeJ. Thy biddings haue beene done, & euerie houre
Moft Noble Cafar, ftialt thou haue report
How 'tis abroad.' Tompey is ftrong at Sea,
And it appeareSjhe is belou'd of thofe
That only haue feard Cafar : to the Ports
The difcontents repaire, and mens reports
Giue him much wrong'd.
Caf I ihould haue knowneno leife.
It hath bin taught vs from the primall ftate
That be which is was wiftit, vntill he were:
And the ebb'd man,
Ne're lou'd, till ne're worth loue,
Comes fear'd, by being lack'd. This common bodie,
Like to a Vagabond Flagge vpon the Streame,
Goes too,and backe, lacking the varrying tyde
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To rot it felfe with motion.
Me¡. Cafar I bring thee word,
Menacrates and Menai famous Pyrates
Makes the Sea ferue them, which they eare and wound
With keeles of euery kinde. Many hot inrodes
They make in Italy, the Borders Maritime
Lacke blood to thinke on't, and flulh youth reuolt.
No Veflell can peepe forth : but 'tis as foone
Taken as feene : for Pompeyes name ftrikes more
Then could his Warre relifted.
Cafar. Anthony,
Leaue thy lafciuious Vaflailes. When thou once
Was beaten from oMedena, where thou Bew'ft
Hirßui, and Paufa Confuís, at thy heele
Did Famine follow, whom thou fought'ft againft,
(Though daintily brought vp) with patience more
"Then Sauages could fulFer. Thou did'ft drinke
The ftale of Horfes, and the gilded Puddle
Which Beads would cough at. Thy pallat the did daine
The roughed Berry, on the ruded Hedge.
Yea, like the Stagge,when Snow the Padure (heets,
The barkes of Trees thou brows'd. On the Alpes,
It is reported thou did'd eate dränge flelh.
Which fome did dye to looke on : And all this
( It wounds thine Honor that I fpeake it now)
Was borne fo like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke
So much as lank'd not.
Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.
Caf. Let his (hames quickely
Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine
Did (hew our felues i'th'Field, and to that end
AiTemble me immediate counfell, fompey
Thriues in our IdleneiTe.
lap. To morrow Cafar,
I (hall be fiirnKht to informe you rightly
Both what by Sea and Land I can be able
To front this prefent time.
Caf.T'i\ which encounter, it is my bolines too. Farwell.
ie^.Farwell my Lord, what you ihal know mean time
Of dirres abroad, I (hall befeech you Sir
To let me be partaker.
Cafar, Doubt not fir, I knew it for my Bond. Exeunt
Enter (Cleopatra, Charmian,Irai,& Mardian.
Cleo. Charmian.
Char. Madam.
Cleo. Ha,ha,giue me to drinke Mandragora.
Char. Why Madam ?
Cleo. That I might (leepe out this great gap of time ;
My Anthony is away.
Char. You thinke of him too much.
Cleo. O'tis Treafon.
Char. Madam, I trud not fo.
Cleo. Thou, Eunuch íMardianl
Mar. What's your HighnelTe pleafur&.'
Cleo. Not now to heare thee fing. I take no pleafure
In ought an Eunuch ha's : Tis well for thee,
That being vnfeminar'd, thy freer thoughts
May not flye forth of Egypt. Had thou AlFeftions ?
Mar. Yes gracious Madam.
Cleo. Indeed
Mar. Not in deed Madam, for I can do nothing
But what in deede is honed to be done ;
Yet haue I fierce A(Fe£tions,and thinke
What Venus did with Mars.
Cleo. Oh Charmion :
Where think'd thou he is now? Stands he, or fits he?
Or does he walke? Or is he on his Horfe ?
Oh happy horfe to beare the weight of Anthony !
Do brauely Horfe, for wot'd thou whom thou moou'd.
The demy Atlcu of this Earth, the Arme
And Burganet of men. Hee's fpeaking now.
Or murmuring, where's my Serpent of old Nyle,
(For fo he cals me:) Now I feede my felfe
With mod delicious poyfon. Thinke on me
That am with Phœbus amorous pinches blacke.
And wrinkled deepe in time. Broad-fronted Cafar,
When thou was't heere aboue the ground, 1 was
A morfell for a Monarke : and great Pompey
Would dand and make his eyes grow in my brow.
There would he anchor his Afpefl,and dye
With looking on his life.
Enter Alexoi from Cafar.
Alex. Soueraigne of Egypt, haile.
Cleo. How much vnlike art thou Marl(e Anthony}
Yet comming from him, that great Med'cine hath
With his Tinil gilded thee.
How goes it with my braue Mar\e Anthonie ?
Alex. Lad thing he did (deere Qu ene)
He kid the lad of many doubled kilTes
This Orient Pearle. His fpeech dickes in my heart.
Qleo. Mine eare mud plucke it thence.
Alex. Good Friend, quoth he :
Say the firme Roman to great Egypt fends
This treafure of an Cyder ; at whofe foote
To mend the petty prefent, I will peece
Her opulent Throne, with Kingdomes. All the Ead,
(Say thou) (hall call her Midris. So he nodded.
And foberly did mount an Arme-gaunt Steede,
Who neigh'd fo hye, that what I would haue fpoke.
Was beadly dumbe by him.
Cleo. What was he fad, or merry ?
Alex. Like to the time o'th'yeare, between y extremes
Of hot and cold, he was nor fad nor merrie.
Cleo. Oh well diuided difpofition: Note him.
Note him good Charmian f út, the man ; but note him.
He was not fad, for he would (hine on thofe
That make their lookes by his. He was not merrie,
Which feem'd to tell them, his remembrance lay
In Egypt with his ioy, but betweene both.
Oh heauenly mingle ! Bee'd thou fad, or merrie.
The violence of either thee becomes.
So do's it no mans elfe. Met'd thou my Pods?
Alex. I Madam, twenty feuerall MelTengers.
Why do you fend fo thicke?
Cleo. Who's borne that day, when I forget to fend
to Anthonie, (hall dye a Begger. Inke and paper Char¬
mian. Welcome my good Alexai. Did I Charmian, e-
uer loue Qafar fo ?
Char. Oh that braue Cafar\
Cleo. Be choak'd with fuch another Emphafis,
Say the braue Anthony.
Char. The valiant Cafar.
Cleo. By \ßs, I will giue thee bloody teeth.
If thou with Cafar Parago nagaine :
My man of men.
Char. By your mod gracious pardon,
I fing but after you.
C/eo. My Sallad dayes.
When I was greene in iudgement, cold in blood.
To fay, as I faide then. But come,away.
Get me Inke and Paper,
Hee
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he íhall haue euery day a feuerall greeting, or Ile vnpeo-
ple Egypt. Exeunt
Enter Pompey^ Menecrates ^ and Menai ^tn
•warlikp manner»
Pom, If the great Gods be iuft,they íhall affift
The deeds of iuileft men.
Mene, Know worthy Pompey^ that what they do de¬
lay,they not deny.
Pom, Whiles we are Tutors to their Throne, decayes
the thing we fue for.
çMene. We ignorant of our felues,
Begge often our owne harmes,which the wife Powres
Deny vs for our good : Co finde we profit
By loofing of our Prayers.
'Pom, I íhall do weil :
The people loue me, and the Sea is mine ;
My powers are CreiTent, and my Auguring hope
Sayes it will come to'th'full. Marine Anthony
In Egypt fits at dinner, and will make
No warres without doores. Ceejar gets money where
He loofes hearts î Leptdus flatters both,
Of both is flatterM : but he neither loues.
Nor either cares for him»
Mene, Cafar and Leptdus are in the field,
A mighty ftrength they carry.
Pom, Where haue you this.^ *Tis falfe.
Mene, From SHuiuSy Sir.
Pom.Wt dreames : 1 know they are in Rome together
Looking for Anthony : but all the charmes of Loue,
Salt Cleopatra foften thy wand lip,
Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty, Luft with both,
Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feafts,
Keepe his Braine fuming. Epicurean Cookes,
Sharpen with cloyleiTe fawce his Appetite,
That fleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour,
Euen till a Lethied dulnefle
Enter Varrius,
How now Varrius ?
Var, This is moft certaine, that I íhall deliuer:
CMarl(e Anthony is euery houre in Rome
Expelled. Since he went from Egypt, *tÍ8
A fpace for farther Trauaile.
Pom, I could haue giuen leiTe matter
A better eare. Menas^ I did not thinke
This amorous Surfetter would haue donnM his Helme
For fuch a petty Warre ; His Souldierihip
Is twice the other twaine î But let vs reare
The higher our Opinion, that our ftirring
Can from the lap ofEgypts Widdow, plucke
The neere Luft-wearied Anthony.
Mene. I cannot hope.
Cafar and Anthony íhall well greet together j
His Wife that*s dead, did trefpafles to Cafar,
His Brother wanM vpon him,although I thinke
Not mouM by Anthony,
Pom, 1 know not Menât,
How lefter Enmities may giue way to greater,
Were*t not that we ftand vp againft them all :
'Twer pregnant they ihould fquare between themfelues.
For they haue entertained caufe enough *
To draw their fwords î but how the feare of vs
May Ciment their diuifions, and binde vp
The petty difference, we yet not know;
Bee't as our Gods will haue't ; it onely ftand s
Our liues vpon, to vfe our ftrongeft hands
Come Menas. Exeunt,
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Enter Enobarhus and Lepidtis,
Lep. Good Enobarhus, 'tis a worthy deed,
And íhall become you well, to intreat your Captaine
To foft and gentle fpeech.
Enoh. I íhall intreat him
To anfwer like himfelfe : if Cafar moue him.
Let Anthony looke ouer Cafars head,
And ipeake as lowd as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were 1 the wearer of Anthonio's Beard,
I would not ihaue't to day.
Lep. 'Tis not a time for priuate ftomacking.
Eno. Euery time ferues for the matter that is then
borne in't.
Lep, But fmall to greater matters muft giue way.
Eno. Not if the fmall come firft.
Lep. Your fpeech is pafiion : but pray you ftirre
No Embers vp. Heere comes the Noble Anthony,
Enter Anthony and Ventidius.
Eno. And yonder Cafar,
Enter Cafar, Mecenas, and Agrippa.
Ant. If we .compofe well heere, to Parthia :
Hearke Ventidius.
Cafar. I do not know Mecenas, aske Agrippa,
Lep. Noble Friends:
That which combin'd vs was moft great,and let not
A leaner aflion rend vs. What's amiffe.
May it be gently heard. When we debate
Our triuiall difference loud, we do commit
Murther in healing wounds. Then Noble Partners,
The rather for I earneftly befeech.
Touch you the fowreft points with fweeteft tearmes.
Nor curftneife grow to'th'matter.
tAnt, 'Tis fpoken well :
Were we before our Arinies,and to fight,
I ihould do thus. Flourifh,
Caf. Welcome to Rome.
Ant, Thanke you.
Caf. Sit.
Ant, Sit fir.
Caf Nay then.
Ant, I learne, you take things ill, which are not Co:
Or being,concerne you not.
Caf. I muft be laught at,if or for nothing,or a little, I
Should fay my felfe oftended, and with you
Chiefely i'th'world. More laught at,that I fhould
Once name you derogately : when to found your name
It not concern'd me.
Ant. My being in Egypt Cafar,what was't to you?
Caf. No more then my reciding heere at Rome
Might be to you in Egypt : yet if you there
Did praöife on my State,your being in Egypt
Might be my queftion.
tAnt. How intend you, prailis'd ?
Caf. You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent,
By what did heere befall me. Your Wife and Brother
Made wanes vpon me, and their conteftatlon
Was Theame for you, you were the word of warre.
Ant.You do miftake your bufines, my Brother neuer
Did vrge me in his A£I : I did inquire it,
And haue my Learning from feme true reports
That drew their fwords with you, did he not rather
Difcredit my authority with yours,
And make the warres alike againft my ftomacke,
Hauing alike your caufe. Of this, my Letters
Before did fatisfie you. If you'l patch a quarrell,
As matter whole you haue to make it with,
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It muft not be with this.
CaJ. You praife your felfe, by laying defeils of iudge-
ment to me : but you patcht vp your excufes.
Anth, Not fo,not fo :
I know you could not lacke, T am certaine on^t.
Very neceflity of this thought, that I
Your Partner in the caufe 'gainft which he fought,
Could not with graceful! eyes attend thofe Warres
Which fronted mine owne peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her fpirit,in fuch another.
The third oth*world is yours ,which with a Snaffle,
You may pace eafiejbut not fuch a wife.
Enobar, Would we had all fuch wiues, that the men
might go to Warres with the women.
Antb. So much vncurbable,her Garboiles
Made out of her impatience : which not wanted
Shrodenefle of policie to : I greeuing grant,
Did you too much difquiet, for that you|mull,
But fay I could not helpe it.
Cajar, I wrote to you, when rioting in Alexandria you
Did pocket vp my Letters ; and with taunts
Did gibe my Mihue out of audience.
Ant, Sir, he fell vpon me, ere admitted, then :
Three Kings I had newly feailed,and did want
Of what I was i'th'mornlng;but next day
I told him of my felfe, which was as much
As to haue askt him pardon. Let this Fellow
Be nothing of our ftrife : if we contend
Out of our queftion wipe him.
Cafar, You haue broken the Article of your oath,
which you ihall neuer haue tongue to charge me with.
Lep. Soft Cafar.
Ant, No ,let him fpeake,
The Honour is Sacred which he talks on now,
Suppofing that I lackt it ; but on Cafar^
The Article of my oath.
Cafar, To lend me Armes, and aide when I requirM
them,the which you both denied.
Antb. Neglected rather:
And then when poyfoned houres had bound me vp
From mine owne knowledge,as neerely as I may,
He play the penitent to you. But mine honefty.
Shall not make poore my greatneire,nor my power
Worke without it. Truth is,that Fuluia,
To haue me out of Egypt,made Warres heere,
For which my felfe, the ignorant motiue,do
So farre aske pardon,as befits mine Honour
To ftoope in fuch a cafe.
Lep, 'Tis Noble fpoken.
Mece. If it might pleafe you,to enforce no further
TJje griefes betweene ye: to forget them quite,
Were to remember : that the prefent neede,
Speakes to attone you.
Lep. Worthily fpoken
Enobar. Or if you borrow one anothers Loue for the
infiant, you may when you heare no more words of
Pompey returne it againe : you fiiall haue time to wrangle
in, when you haue nothing elfe to do.
Antb. Thou art a Souldier,onely fpeake no more.
Enob. That trueth ihould be filent, I had almoft for¬
got.
Antb. You wrong this prefence, therefore fpeake no
more.
Enob. Go too then : your Confiderate ftone.
Cafar, I do not much diflike the matter, but
The manner of his fpeech : for't cannot be,
We fiiall remaine in fnendfiiip,our conditions
So diflring in their afls. Yet if I knew.
What Hoope fiiould hold vs ftaunch from edge to edge
Ath'world : I would perfue it,
Agri, Giue me leaue Cafar,
Cafar. Speake Agrippa,
Agri. Thou haft a Sifter by the Mothers fide,admirM
Ofiauia r Great ^efMarit^ Anthony is now a widdowcr.
Cafar.S^y not,fay Agrippa^ if CUopater heard you,your
proofe were well deferued of rafiinefte.
Antb. I am not marryed Cafar : let me heere Agrippa
further fpeake.
Agri. To hold you in perpetuall ami tie,
To make you Brothers, and to knit your hearts
With an vn-ilipping knot, take Anthony^
OEîauia to his wife: whofe beauty claimes
No worfe a husband then the beft of men : whoie
Vertue,and whofe generali graces, fpeake
That which none elfe can vtter. By this marriage.
All little leloufies which now feeme great.
And all great feares, which now import their dangers,
Would then be nothing. Truth's would be tales.
Where now hälfe tales be truth's : her loue to both.
Would each to other, and all loues to both
Draw after her. Pardon what I haue fpoke.
For 'tis a ftudied not a prefent thought,
By duty ruminated.
Antb. Will Cafar fpeake ?
Cafar, Not till he heares how Anthony is toucht.
With what is fpoke already.
Antb. What power is in Agrippa^
If I would fay Agrippa^ht it fo,
To make this good }
Cafar. The power of Cafar^
And his power, vnto Oblauia,
Antb, May I neuer
(To this good purpofe,that fo fairely fliewes)
Dreame of impediment : let me haue thy hand
Further this aÄ of Grace : and from this houre.
The heart of Brothers gouerne in our Loues,
And fway our great Defignes.
Cafar, There's my hand:
A Sifter I bequeath you, whom no Brother
Did euer loue fo deerely. Let her liue
To ioyne our kingdomes,and our hearts, and neuer
FUe off our Loues againe.
Lepi. Happily, Amen.
Ant, \ did not think to draw my Sword 'gainft Pompey y
For he hath laid ftrange courtefies,and great
Of late vpon me. I muft thanke him onely,
Leaft my remembrance, fuffer ill report :
At heele of that,defie him.
Lepi. Time cals vpon's,
Of vs muft Pompey prefently be fought.
Or elfe he feekes out vs.
Antb. Where lies he ?
Cafar, About the Mount-Mefena.
Antb, What is his ftrength by land ?
Cafar, Great, and encreafing :
But by Sea he is an abfolute Mafter.
Antb. So is the Fame,
Would we had fpoke together. Haft we for it.
Yet ere we put our felues in Armes,difpatch we
The bufineffe we haue talkt of.
Cafar, With moft gladneffe,
And do inuite you to my Sifters view,
Whe-
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íyíntbony and Qleopatra.
Whether ftraight He lead you.
Amh. Let vs Lepidus not lacke your companie.
Lep. Noble Anthony, not fickenefle fliould detaine
me.
Flouriß). Exit omnes.
Mantt Enoharhus, Agrippa, Mecenas.
Mec. Welcome from ./Egypt Sir.
Bno. Hälfe the heart of Cafar, worthy Mecenas. My
honourable Friend Agrippa.
eAgri. Good Cnobarbus.
Mece. We haue caufe to be glad, that matters are fo
well difgefted : you (laid well by't in Egypt.
Enob. I Sir, we did lleepe day out of countenaunce :
and made the night light with drinking.
Mece. Eight Wilde-Boares rolled whole at a break-
fall : and but twelue perfons there. Is this true ?
Eno.Thts was but as a Flye by an Eagle;we had much
more monftrous matter of Feall, which worthily defer-
ued noting.
Mecen as. She's a moll triumphant Lady, if report be
fquare to her.
Enob. When Ihe firft met Markf Anthony, Ihe purll
vp his heart vpon the Riuer of Sidnis.
Agri. There flie appear'd indeed : or my reporter de-
uis'd well for her.
Eno. I will tell you.
The Barge Ihe fat in, like a burniflit Throne
Burnt on the water : the Poope was beaten Gold,
Purple the Salles :and fo perlumed that
The Windes were Loue-licke.
With them the Owerswere Siluer,
Which to the tune of Flutes kept llroke,and made
The water which they beate,to follow fafter;
As amorous of their llrokes. For her owne perfon.
It beggerd all difcription,lhe did lye
In her Pauillion, cloth of Gold,of Tiflue,
0're-pi£luring that Venns, where we fee
The fancie out-worke Nature. On each fide her.
Stood pretty Dimpled Boyes,like fmiling Cupids,
With diuers coulour'd Fannes whofe winde did feeme,
To gloue the delicate cheekes which they did coole.
And what they vndid did.
Agrip' Oh rare for Anthony.
Eno. Her Gentlewoman,like the Nereides,
So many Mer-maides tended her i'th'eyes.
And made their bends adornings. At the Helme.
A feeming Mer-maide (leeres; The Silken Tackle,
Swell with the touches of thofe Flower-foft hands.
That yarely frame the office.From the Barge
A dränge inuifible perfume hits the fenfe
Of the adiacent Wharfes. The Citty cad
Her peopl e out vpon her : and Anthony
Enthron'd i'th'Market-place,did fit alone.
Whiffing to'th'ayre : which but for vacancie.
Had gone to gaze on Cleopater too.
And made a gap in Nature.
eAgri. Rare Egiptian.
£no. Vpon her landing, Anthony fent to her,
Inuited her to Supper : Ihe replyed.
It Ihould be better, he became her gued:
Which Ihe entreated, our Courteous Anthony,
Whom nere the word of no woman hard fpeake.
Being barber'd ten times o're,goes to the Fead ;
And for his ordinary, paies his heart.
For what his eyes eate onely.
Agri. Royall Wench :
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She made great Cafar lay his Sword to bed.
He ploughed her, and Ihe cropt.
Eno. I faw her once
Hop forty Paces through the publicke dreete.
And hauing lad her breath,Ihe fpoke,and panted.
That Ihe did make defe£l,perfe£lion.
And breathlelTe powre breath forth.
Mece. Now Anthony,leaue her vtterly.
Eno. Neuer he will not ;
Age cannot wither her, nor cudome dale
Her infinite variety : other women cloy
The appetites they feede, but Ihe makes hungry.
Where mod Ihe fatisfies. For vilded things
Become themfelues in her,that the holy Prieds
Blelfe her,when Ihe is Riggilh.
Mece If Beauty, Wifedome, Modedy, can fett le
The heart of Anthony •.Odauia is
A blelTed Lottery to him.
Agrip. Let vs go. Good Enobarbus, Tas]iR your felfe
my gued, whild you abide heere.
Sno, Humbly Sir I thanke you. Exeunt
Enter Anthony, Cafar, Odauia beftteene them,
Anth. The world,and my great office, will
Sometimes deuide me from your bofome.
Oda. All which time, before the Gods my knee lhall
bowe my ptayers to them for you.
Anth. Goodnight Sir. My Odauia
Read not my blemilhes in the worlds report :
I haue not kept my fquare, but that to come
Shall all be done byth'Rule : good night deere Lady ;
Good night Sir.
Cafar. Goodnight. Exit.
Enter Soothfaier,
Anth. Now firrah ; you do wilh your felfe in Egypt ?
Sooth. Would I had neuer come from thence, nor you
thither.
Ant. If you can, your reafon ?
Sooth.l fee it in my motion :haue it not in my tongue.
But yet hie you to Egypt againe.
Antho. Say to me, whofe Fortunes lhall rife higher
Cafars or mine ?
Soot.Cafars.ThQTeioTn[oh Anthony^fíuy not by his fide
Thy Daemon that thy fpirit which keepes thee, is
Noble, Couragious, high vnmatchable.
Where Cafars is not. But neere him,thy Angelí
Becomes a feare : as being o're-powr'd,therefore
Make fpace enough betweene you.
Anth. Speake this no more.
Sooth. To none but thee no more but; when to thee.
If thou dod play with him at any game.
Thou art fure to loofe : And of that Naturall lucke.
He beats thee 'gaind the oddes. Thy Luder thickens,
When he ffiines by : I fay againe, thy fpirit
Is all affraid to gouerne thee neere him ;
But he alway 'tis Noble.
Anth. Get thee gone :
Say to fentigius I would fpeake with him. Exit.
He lhall to Parthia,be it Art or hap.
He hath fpoken true. The very Dice obey him.
And in our fports my better cunning faints,
Vnder his chance, if we draw lots he fpeeds.
His Cocks do winne the Battaile, dill of mine.
When it is all to naught : and his Quailes euer
Beate mine(in hoopt) at odd's. I will to Egypte:
And
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348 'The'Tragedle of
And though I make this marriage for my peace,
I'th'Eaft my pleafure lies. Oh come Ventigius,
Enter rentigittí.
You muft to Parthia, your Commiffions ready !
Follow me, and reclue't. Exeunt
Enter Lepidus, Mecenae and Agrippa.
Lepidtu. Trouble your felues no further : pray you
haften your Generals after.
Agr. Si\x,Marl^ Anthony,WiW e'ne but kllTe Oiiauia,
and weele follow.
Lepi. Till I lhall fee you in your Souldiers drefte.
Which will become you both : Farewell.
(¡Mece. We lhall : as I conceiue the iourney, be at
Mount before you Eepidtu.
Lepi. Your way is Ihorter, my purpofes do draw me
much about, you'le win two dayes vpon me.
"Both. Sir good fuccelTe.
Lepi, Farewell. Exeunt.
Enter Cleopater,Charmian, Iras,and Alexas.
Cleo, Giue me fome Muficke:Muficke, moody foode
of vs that trade in Loue.
Omnes. The Mulicke, hoa.
Enter Mardian the Eunuch.
Cleo. Let it alone, let's to Billards ! come Charmian.
Char. My arme is fore,beft play with Mardian.
Cleopa. As well a woman with an Eunuch plaide, as
with a woman. Come you'le play with me Sir 1
Mardi. As well as 1 can Madam.
Cleo. And when good will is Ihewed,
Though't come to Ihort
The Aftor may pleade pardon. lie none now,
Giue me mine Angle, weele to'th'Riuer there
My Muiicke playing farre off. I will betray
Tawny fine filhes,my bended hooke lhall pierce
Their flimy iawes : and as I draw them vp.
He thinkethem euery one an Anthony,
And fay,ah hir,y'are caught.
Char. 'Twas merry when you wager'd on your Ang¬
ling, when your diuer did hang a fait filh on his hooke
which he with feruencie drew vp.
Cleo. That time.' Oh times :
I laught him out of patience : and that night
1 laught him into patience,and nextmorne.
Ere the ninth houre,! drunke him to his bed :
Then put my Tires and Mantles on him,whilft
1 wore his Sword Phillippan. Oh from Italie,
Enter a Meßenger.
Ramme thou thy fruitefull tidings in mine eares.
That long time haue bin barren.
cMeJ. Madam, Madam.
Cleo. Anthonyo's dead,
If thou fay fo Villaine, thou kil'ft thy Miftris ;
But well and free, if thou fo yeild him.
There is Gold, and heere
My bleweft vaines to kilTe : a hand that Kings
Haue lipt,and trembled kilTing.
MeJ. Firft Madam, he is well.
Cleo. Why there's moreGold.
But firrah marke, we vfe
To fay,the dead are well : bring it to that.
The Gold I giue thee, will I melt and powr
Downe thy ill vttering throate.
Me/. Good Madam heare me.
Cleo. Well, go too I will :
But there's no goodnelTe in thy face if Anthony
Be free and healthfulljfo tart a fauour
To trumpet fuch good tidings. I f not well.
Thou Ihouldft come like a Furie crown'd with Snakes,
Not like a formal! man.
Me/. Wilt pleafe you heare me?
Cleo. I haue a mind to Itrike thee ere thou fpeak'ft:
Yet if thou fay Anthony hues, 'tis well.
Or friends with Ca/ar, 01 not Captine to him,
lie fet thee in a ftiower of Gold, and haile
Rich Pearles vpon thee.
cMe/. Madam, he's well.
Cleo. Well faid.
Me/. And Friends with Cse/ar.
Cleo. Th'art an honeft man.
Me/. Csr/ar,3nd he,are greater Friends then euer,
Cleo, Make thee a Fortune from me.
Me/, But yet Madam.
Cleo. I do not like but yet, it does alay
The good precedence, fie vpon but yet.
Bur yet is as a laylor to bring foorth
Some monftrous Malefedlor. Prythee Friend,
Powre out the packe of matter to mine eare,
The good and bad together : he's friends with Cse/ar,
In ftate of heal th thou faift,and thou faift, free.
Me/. Free Madam, no : 1 made no fuch report.
He's bound vnto Oiiauia.
Cleo. For what good turne ?
Ml/. For the beft turne i'th'bed.
Cleo. I am pale Charmian.
Me/. Madam, he's married to Oiiauia.
Cleo. The moft infeflious Peftilence vpon thee.
Strides him dovne.
eMe/. Good Madam patience.
Cleo. What fay you ? Strides him.
Hence horrible Villaine, or He fpurne thine eyes
Like balls before me : He vnhaire thy head.
She hales him "vp and downe.
Thou lhalt be whipt with Wyer, and ftew'd in brine.
Smarting in lingring pickle.
Me/. Gratious Madam,
I that do bring the newes,made not the match.
Cleo. Say 'tis not fo, a Prouince I will giue thee,
And make thy Fortunes proud : the blow thou had'ft
Shall make thy peace,fur mouing me to rage.
And 1 will boot thee with what guift befide
Thy modeftie can begge.
eMe/. He's married Madam.
Cleo. Rogue, thou haft liu'd too long. Draw a l^nife.
Me/. Nay then He runne:
What meane you Madam, I haue made no fault. Exit,
Cbar.Good Madam keepe your felfe within your felfe.
The man is innocent.
Cleo. Some Innocents fcape not the thunderbolt :
Melt Egypt into Nyle : and kindly creatures
Turne all to Serpents. Call the llaue againe.
Though I am mad, I will not byte him :Call?
Char. He is afeard to come.
Cleo, I will not hurt him,
Thefe hands do lacke Nobility, that they ftrike
A meaner then my felfe : fince I my felfe
Haue giuen my felfe the caufe. Come hither Sir.
Enter the Meßenger againe.
Though it be honeft,it is neuer good
To bring bad newes : giue to a gratious Meflage
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An hoft of tongues, but let ill tydings tell
Themièlues, when they be felt.
Mef. I haue done my duty.
Cleo. Is he married ?
I cannot hate thee worfer then I do,
If thou againe fay yes.
He's married Madam.
CUo. The Gods confound thee,
Doft thou hold there llill?
Mef. Should I lye Madame ?
Cleo. Oh, I would thou didft:
So hälfe my Egypt were fubmerg'd and made
A Cefterne for fcal'd Snakes. Go get thee hence,
Had'll thou Narctjfui in thy face to me,
Thou would'ft appeere moil vgly :He is married ?
Mef, I craue your HighneiTe pardon.
CUo, He is married ?
Mef Take no offence, that I would not offend you,
To punniih me for what you make me do
Seemes much vnequall,he*s married to OElauia,
CUo, Oh that his fault ihould make a knaue of thee.
That art not what tli'art fure of. Get thee hence,
The Marchandize which thou hail brought from Rome
Are all too deere for me:
Lye they vpon thyhand,and be vndone by em.
Char, Good your Highneffe patience.
QUo. In prayiing Anthony,! haue difprais'd Cafar,
Char. Many times Madam.
CUo, I am paid for't now: lead me from hence,
I faint, oh IroóyCharmian : 'tis no matter.
Go to the Fellow, good AUxoi bid him
Report the feature of Odîauia : her yeares.
Her inclination,let him not leaue out
The colour of her haire. Bring me word quickly,
Let him for euer go, let him not Qharmian,
Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon,
The other wayes a Mars. Bid you AUxa¿
Bring me word,how tall fhe is : pitty me Charmian,
But do not fpeake to me. Lead me to my Chamber.
Exeunt.
Flouriflo, Enter Pompey, at one doore mtb Drum and Trum¬
pet'.at another Cafar, Lepídu¿, Anthony, Bnoharhu¿,Me—
cenoó. Agrippa., Mena¿ rvith Souldiers Marching.
Pom. Your Hoílages I haue, fo haue you mine ;
And we ihall talke before we hght.
Cafar. Moil meete that firil we come to words,
And therefore haue we
Cur written purpofes before vs fent.
Which if thou hail confidered,let vs know,
irtwill tye vp thy difcontented Sword,
And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth.
That eife muil periih heere.
Pom. To you all three,
The Senators alone of this great world,
Chiefe Bailors for the Gods. I do not know.
Wherefore my Father ihould reuengers want,
Hauing a Sonne and Friends, fince IuUu¿ Cafar,
Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghoiled.
There faw you labouring for him. What was't
That mou'd pale Caffitu to confpire ? And what
Made all-honor'd, honeft, Romaine ^rutm.
With the arm'd reft. Courtiers of beautious freedome,
To drench the Capitol!,but that they would
Haue one man but a man.and that his it
Hath made me rigge my Nauie. At whofe burthen,
The anger'd Ocean fomes,with which I meant
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To fcourge th'ingratitude, that defpightfull Rome
Call on my Noble* Father.
Cafar. Take your time.
Ant. Thou can il not feare vs Pompey with thy failes.
Weele fpeake with thee at Sea. At land thou know'ft
How much we do o're-count thee.
Pom. At Land indeed
Thou doft orecount me of my Fatherrs houfe s
But iince the Cuckoo buildes not for himfelfe,
Remaine in't as thou maift.
Lepi. Be pleas'd to tell vs,
(For this is from the prefent how you take)
The offers we haue fent you.
Cafar. There's the point.
Ant. Which do not be entreated too,
But waigh what it is worth imbrac'd
Cafar. And what may follow to try a larger Fortune.
Pom. You haue made me offer
Of Cicelie, Sardinia : and I muil
Rid all the Sea of Pirats. Then, to fend
Meafures of Wheate to Rome : this greed vpon,
To part with vnhackt edges,and beare backe
Our Targes vndinted.
Omnes. That's our offer.
Pom. Know then I came before you heere,
A man prepar'd
To take this offer. But MarJ^ Anthony,
Put me to fome impatience : though I loofe
The praife of it by telling. You mull know
When Cafar and your Brother were at blowes,
Your Mother came to Cicelie,and did finde
Her welcome Friendly.
Ant. 1 haue heard it Pompey,
And am well ftudled for a liberall thanks,
Which I do owe you.
Pom, Let me haue your hand :
I did not thinke Sir,to haue met you heere,
Ant. The beds i'ch'Eaft are foft,and thanks to you,
That cal'd me timelier then my purpofe hither :
For I haue gained by't.
Gafar. Since I faw you laft,ther's a change vpon you.
Pom. WelI,I know not.
What counts harlh Fotune call's vpon my face,
But in my bofome ihall ihe neuer come,
To make my heart her vaffaile.
Lep. Well met heere.
Pom. I hope fo Lepídu¿,ÚiM% we are agreed :
I craue our compofion may be written
And fcal'd betweene vs,
Cafar. That's the ne:ct to do.
Pom. Weele feail each other,ere we part, and lett's
Draw lots who ihall begin.
Ant. That will I Pompey.
Pompey. No Anthony take the lot : but firil or laft,
your fine Egyptian cookerie ihall haue the fame, I haue
heard that lulius Cafar fat with feafting there.
Anth. You haue heard much.
Pom. I haue faire meaning Sir.
Ant. And faire words to them.
Pom. Then fo much haue I heard.
And I haue heard Appolodorm carried
Eno. No more that : he did fo.
Pom. What I pray you/
Eno. A certaine Queene to Cafar in a Matris.
Pom. I know thee now, how far'll thou Souldier?
Eno, Well,and well am like to do,for 1 perceiue
Foufg
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Foure Feafts are toward.
Let me fliake thy hand,
T neuer hated thee : I haue feene thee fight,
When I haue enuied thy behauiour.
Enoh. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha'prais'd ye.
When you haue well deferu'd ten times as much.
As 1 haue faid you did.
Pcm. Inioy thy plainnefle.
It nothing ill becomes thee :
Aboord my Gaily, I inuite you all.
Will you leade Lords
yá//. Shew's the way, fir.
Pom. Come. Exeunt, Manet Snob ,& Menai
Men. Thy Father Pompey would ne're haue made this
Treaty. You, and I haue knowne fir.
Enoh, At Sea, I thinke.
eCMen, We haue Sir.
Snob, You haue done well by water.
Men, And you by Land.
Enob, I will praife any man that will praife me, thogh
it cannot be denied what I haue done by Land.
cT/V«. Nor what 1 haue done by water.
Enob, Yes fome-thing you can deny tor your owne
fafety ; you haue bin a great Theefe by Sea.
Men, And you by Land.
Enob, There I deny my Land feruice : but giue mee
your hand Menai, if our eyes had authority, heere they
might take two Theeucs kiffing.
Men, All mens faces are true, whatfomere their hands
are.
Enob. But there is neuer a fayre Woman, ha's a true
Face.
. Men, No ilander, they fteale hearts.
Enob. We came hither to fight with you.
Men, For my part, I am forty it is turn'd to a Drink¬
ing. Pompey doth this day laugh away his Fortune.
Enob, If he do, fure he cannot weep't backe againe.
¿Men, Y'haue faid Sir, we look'd not for Mar^e An¬
thony heere, pray you, is he married to Cleopatra^
Enob, Ca-fars Sifter is calFd OBauia,
Men, True Sir, ihe was the wife of Catui Marcellui,
Enob, But Ihe is now the wife of Marcui Anthoniui,
Men, Pray'ye fir.
Snob, 'Tis true.
Men, Then is Ceejar and he, for euer knit together.
Enob, If I were bound to Diuine of this vnity, I wold
not Prophefie fo.
Men, I thinke the policy of that purpofe, made more
in the Marriage, then the loue of the parties.
Enob, I thinke fo too. But you Ihail finde the band
that feemes to tye their friendfiiip together, will bee the
very ftrangler of their Amity : Oilauia is of a holy, cold,
and ftill conuerfation.
Men, Who would not haue his wife fo
Ena, Not he that himfelfe is not fo : which is Marbe
Anthony : he will to his Egyptian dilh againe : then lhall
the fighes of ObJauia blow the fire vp in Cafar, and ( as I
faid before) that which is the ftrength of their Amity,
lhall proue the immediate Author of their variance. An¬
thony will vfe his affeilion where it is. Hee married but
his occafion heere.
Men, And thus it may be. Come Sir, will you aboord?
I haue a health for you.
Snob, I lhall take it fir : we haue vs'd our Throats in
Egypt.
Men, Come, let's away. Exeunt,
Muficbe play es.
Enter two or three Seruants with a Ban\et,
1 Heere they'l be man : fome o'th'their Plants are ill
rooted already, the leaft winde i'th'world wil blow them
downe.
2 Lepidtsi is high Conlord.
1 They haue made him drinke Almes drinke.
2 As they pinch one another by the difpofition, hee
cries out, no more; reconciles them to his entreatie, and
himfelfe to'th'drinke.
1 But it raifes the greatet warre betweene him & his
difcretion.
2 Why this it is to haue a name in great mens Fel-
lowlhip : I had as liue haue a Reede that will doe me no
feruice, as a Partizan I could not heaue.
I To be call'd into a huge Sphere, and not to be feene
to moue in't, are the holes where eyes fliould bee, which
pittifully difafter the cheekes.
A Sennet founded.
Enter Cafar, Anthony, Pompey,Lepidui , Agrippa,Mecenai,
Er.obarhui, Menes,with other Captaines.
Ant, Thus do they Sir : they take the flow o'th'Nyle
By certaine leales i'th'Pyramid ; they know
By'th'height, the lownelfe, or the meane ; If dearth
Or Foizon follow. The higher Nilus fwels.
The more it promifes : as it ebbes, the Seedfman
Vpon the llime and Ooze fcatters his graine.
And Ihortly comes to Harueft.
Lep, Y'haue ftrange Serpents there ?
Anth, I Lepidtsi,
Lep.Yout Serpent of Egypt, is bred now of your mud
by the operation of your Sun : fo is your Crocodile.
Ant, They are fo.
Pom, Sit, and fome Wine : A health to Lepidm.
Lep, I am not fo well as I Ihould be :
But lie ne're out.
Enob, Not till you haue llept : I feare me you'l bee in
till then.
Lep, Nay certainly, I haue heard the Ptolomies Pyra-
mifis are very goodly things : without contradidlion I
haue heard that.
Menas, Pompey,o, word.
Pomp, Say in mine eare,what is't.
Men, Forfake thy feate I do befeech thee Captaine,
And heare me fpeake a word.
Pom, Forbeare me till anon. Whiff ers in's Sare,
This Wine for Lepidus,
Lep, What manner o'thing is your Crocodile ?
Ant, It is lhap'd fir like it felfe, and it is as broad as it
hath bredth ; It is iuft fo high as it is, and mooues with it
owne organs. It liues by that which nourilheth it, and
the Elements once out of it, it Tranfmigrates.
Lep, What colour is it of?
Ant, Of it owne colour too.
Lep' 'Tis a ftrange Serpent.
Ant, 'Tis fo, and the teares of it are wet.
Caf, Will this defcription fatisfie him ?
Ant. With the Health that Pompey glues him, elfe he
is a very Epicure.
Pomp, Go hang fir, hang : tell me of that f Away :
Do as I bid you. Where's this Cup I call'd for ?
Men, If for the fake of Merit thou wilt heare mee.
Rife
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Rife from thy ftoole.
Pom. I thinke th'art mad ; the matter ?
c^en, I haue euer held my cap off to thy Fortunes.
Tom. Thou haft feru'd me with much faith : what's
elfe to fay Be iolly Lords.
.íínih. Thefe Quicke-fands Lepidm,
Keepe off, them for you linke.
Àien. Wilt thou be Lord of all the world ?
Tom. What faift thou
Men. Wilt thou be Lord of the whole world ?
That's twice.
Pom. How Ihould that be i
<¿Aíen. But entertaine it, and though thou thinke me
poore, I am the man will giue thee all the world.
Pom. Haft thou drunke well.
(¿Men. No Pcmfey, I haue kept me from the cup,
Thou art if thou dar'ft be, the earthly loue :
What ere the Ocean pales, or skie inclippes,
Is thine, if thou wilt ha't.
Pom. Shew me which way ?
Men. Thefe three World-lharers, thefe Competitors
Are in thy veffell. Let me cut the Cable,
And when we are put off, fall to their throates :
All there is thine.
Pom. Ah, this thou Ihouldft haue done,
And not haue fpoke on't. In me 'tis villanie.
In thee,'t had bin good feruice : thou muft know,
'Tis not my profit that does lead mine Honour:
Mine Honour it. Repent that ere thy tongue.
Hath fo betraide thine a£Ie. Being done vnknowne,
I Ihould haue found it afterwards well done,
But muft condemne it now : defift,and drinke.
Äien. For this, He neuer follow
Thy paul'd Fortunes more,
who ftekes and will not take, when once'tis offer'd.
Shall neuer finde it more.
Pom, This health to Lepidui.
Ant. Beare him alhore.
He pledge it for him Tompey.
Eno. Heere's to thee Mencu.
Men, Enoharhus,vit\coTne.
Pom. Fill till the cup be hid.
Eno. There's a ftrong Fellow Menas.
Men. Why?
Eno. A beares the third part of the world man : feeft
not ?
Men. The third part, then he is drunk : would it were
all, that it might go on wheeles.
Eno. Drinke thou : encreaie the Reeles.
Men Come.
Tom. This is not yet an Alexandrian Feaft.
A^nt. It ripen's towards it : ftrike the VelTells hoa,
Heere's to Cafar.
Cafar. I could wtll forbear't, it's monilrous labour
when I waih my braine,and it grow fouler.
.d^nt. Be a Child o'th'time.
Cafar. PoíTefle it, lie make anfwer : but I had ratheç
fait from all,foure dayes,then drinke fo much in one.
Enob. Ha my braue Empereur, íhall we daunce now
the Egyptian Backenals,and celebrate our drinke?
Pom. Let's ha't good Souldier.
Ant. Come, let's all take hands,
Till that the conquering Wine hath fteep't our fenfe,
In foft and delicate Lethe.
Eno. All take hands :
Make battery to our eares with the loud Muficke,
The while, He place you, then the Boy lhall fing.
The holding euery man íhall beate as loud,
As his itrong fides can volly.
Mußch^ Playes. Znoharhus places them band H hand.
The Song,
Come thou Monarch of the Viney
Plumpie 'Bacchus y fvith ptnke eyne :
In thy Fattes our Cares be drottm^dy
With thy Qrapes our haires be Croivn^d,
Cup *vs till the "world go round y
Cup njs till the world go round.
Cafar. What would you more?
Tompey goodnight. Good Brother
Let me requeft you of our grauer bufinelTe
Frownes at this leuitie* Gentle Lords let's part,
You fee we haue burnt our clieekes. Strong Snobarbe
Is weaker then the Wine, and mine owne tongue
Spleet's what it fpeakes:the wilde difguiíe hath almoll
Antickt vs all. What needs more words ^ goodnight.
Good Anthony your hand.
Pom, He try you on the Ihore.
Anth. And Ihall Sir, giues your hand.
Pom, Oh AnthonyyyoM haue my Father houfe.
But what, we are Friends?
Come downe into the Boate.
Eno. Take heed you fall not Menas : He not on ihore,
No to my Cabin : thefe Drummes,
Thefe Trumpets, Flutes î what
Let Neptune heare, we bid aloud farewell
To thefe great Fellowes.Sound and be hang'd, found out.
Sound a Flourifh with Drummes,
Evor. Hog faies a there's my Cap.
Men. Hoa, Noble Captaine,come. Exeunt.
Enter Uentidius as it were in trinmpby the dead body of Paco¬
ras borne before him.
Ven. Now darting Parthya art thou ftroke,and now
Pleas'd Fortune does of Marcus Craffus death
Make me reuenger. Beare the Kings Sonnes body,
Before our Army thy Pacoras Oradesy
Paies this for Marcus Craffus.
Romaine. Noble VentidiuSy
Whil'ft yet with Parthian blood thy Sword is warme,
The Fugitiue Parthians follow. Spurre through Media,
Mefapotamia,and the Ihelters, whether
The routed flie. So thy grand Captaine Anthony
Shall fet thee on triumphant Chariots, and
Put Garlands on thy head.
Ven. Oh SilliuSySillius^
I haue done enough. Alower place note well
May make too great an a¿l. Fer learne this SilliuSy
Better to leaue vndone, then by our deed
Acquire too high a Fame, when him we ferues away.
Cafar and tÁnthony.,\\2Mt euer wonne
More in their officer, then perfon. %c¡fius
One of my place in Syria, his Lieutenant,
For quicke accumulation of renowne,
Which heatchiu'd by'th'minute,loft his fauour.
Who does i'th'Warres more then his Captaine can,
Becomes his Captaines Captaine.: andAmbition
(The Souldiers vertue )rather makes choife of lofle
Then gaine, which darkens him.
I could do more to do Anthonius good.
But 'twould offend him. And in his offence,
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Kom> Thou haft Vtntid'm that, without the which a
Souldier and his Sword graunts fcarce diftindtion : thou
wilt write to Anthony.
Ven. Ile humbJy fígnifie what in his name,
That magicall word of Warre we haue effedled.
How with his Banners,and his well paid ranks.
The nere-yet beaten Horfe of Parthia,
We haue iaded out o'thTield.
Rom. Where is he now ?
VenMt purpofeth to Athens, whither with what haft
The waight we muft conuay with*s, will permit :
We ftiall appeare before him. On there »pafle along.
Exeunt.
Enter Agrippa at one doore^ Enoharbus at another.
Agri. What are the Brothers parted ^
Eno, They haue difpatcht with Pompey^he is gone,
The other three are Sealing. OSîauia weepes
To part from Rome : Cafar is fad, and Lepidus
Since Pompey s feaft, as Menoá faies, is troubled
With the Greene-SickneiTe.
Agri. 'Tis a Noble Lepidus,
Eno. A very fine one : oh, how he loues Cafar.
Agri. Nay but how deerely he adores Mar}^ Anthony,
Eno. Cafar} why he's the lupiter of men.
Ant. What's Anthony^tht God of lupiter }
Eno. Spake you of Cafar ?How, the non-pareill ?
Agri. Oh Anthony f oh thou Arabian Bird!
Eno. Would you praife Cafar, ùy Cafando no further.
.í^r.Indeed he plied them both with excellent praifes.
Eno. But he loues Cafar beft,yet he loues Anthony,
Hoo, Hearts,Tongues, Figure,
Scribes, Bards, Poets, cannot
Thinke fpeake, caft, write, fing,number ; hoo,
His loue to Anthony. But as for Cafar^
Kneele downe,kneele downe,and wonder.
Agri. Both he loues.
Eno. They are his Shards,and he their Beetle,fo:
This is to horfe : Adieu, Noble Agrippa.
Agri. Good Fortune worthy Souldier,and iarewell.
Enter Cafar, Anthony, Lepidus^and OEÎauia.
Antho. No further Sir.
Cafar. You take from me a great part of my fclfe;
Vfe me well in't. Sifter, proue fuch a wife
As my thoughts make thee,and as my fartheft Band
Shall pafle on thy approofe : moft Noble Anthony,
Let not the peece of Vertue which is fet
Betwixt vs,as the Cyment of our loue
To keepe it builded,be the Ramme to batter
The Fortrefle of it:for better might we
Haue lou'd without this meane,if onboth parts
This be not cherilht.
Ant. Make me not offended,in your diftruft.
Cafar, 1 haue faid.
Ant, You ihall not finde,
Though you be therein curious, the left caufe
For what you feeme to feare,fo the Gods keepe you,
And make the hearts of Romaines feme your ends ;
We will heere part.
Cafar, Farewell my deereft Sifter, fare thee well,
The Elements be kind to thee,and make
Thy fpirits all of comfort : fare thee well.
Oiia, My Noble Brother.
Anth. The Aprill's in her eyes, it is Loues fpring,
And thefe the ihowers to bring it on ; be cheerfiill.
Tragédie of
OE}a. Sir,looke well to my Husbands houfe : and
Cafar. What O&auia ?
OSia. He tell you in your eare.
Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart,nor can
Her heart informe her tougue.
The Swannes downe feather
That (lands vpon the Swell at the full of Tide :
And neither way inclines.
Bno. Will Cafar weepe ?
Agr, He ha's a cloud in's face.
Eno. He were the worfe for that were he a Horfe, fo is
he being a|man.
Agri. Why Enobarbui :
When Anthony found lulitu Cafar dead,
He cried almoft to roa ring : And he wept.
When at Phillippi he found 'Brutm (laine.
Eno. That ye3rindeed,he was trobled with a rheume.
What willingly he did confound,he wail'd,
Beleeu't till 1 weepe too.
Cafar. No fweet Obtauia,
You Biall heare from me dill :the time (hall not
Out-go my thinking on you.
.Ant. Come Sir, come.
He wraftle with you in my drength of loue,
Looke heere I haue you, thus I let you go.
And giue you to the Gods.
Cafar. Adieu, be happy.
Lef, Let all the number of the Starres giue light
To thy faire way.
Cafar. Farewell, farewell. Kijfiî Oblauia.
Ant. Farewell. Trumpets found. Exeunt.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Irai, and Alexas.
£leo. Where is the Fellow ?
Alex. Hälfe afeard to come.
Cleo. Go too, go too ; Come hither Sir.
Enter the Meßenger as before.
Alex. Good Maiedie: Herod of lury dare not looke
vpon you, but when you are well pleas'd.
Cleo. That Herods head. He haue : but how? When
.Anthony is gone,through whom I might commaund it;
Come thou neere.
Mef. Mod gratious Maiedie.
Cleo. Did'd thou behold OOauta ?
Mef. I dread Queene.
Cleo. Where ?
Mef. Madam in Rome, I lookt her in the face : and
faw her led betweene her Brother, and cAiarke Anthony.
Cleo. Is (he as tall as me ?
Mef. She is not Madam.
Cleo. Didd heare her fpeake ?
Is (he (hrill tongu'd or low ?
Mef. Madam,I heard her fpeake,(he is low voic'd.
Cleo. That's not fo good ; he cannot like her long.
Char. Like her ? Oh Ifis "■ 'tis impolfible.
Cleo.\ thinke fo Charmian-. dull of tongue, & dwarfilh
What Maiedie is in her gate, remember
If ere thou look'd on Maiedie- ,
Mef.Sfe creepes:her motion, & her dation are as one:
She (hewes a body, rather then a life,
A Statue,then a Breather.
Cleo. Is this certaine ?
Mef. Or I haue no obferuance.
Cha. Three in Egypt cannot make better note.
Cleo, He's very knowing, I do perceiu't.
There's nothing in her yet.
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The Fellow ha*s good iudgement.
Cbar. Excellent.
Cleo. Guefle at her yeares, I prythee.
Mejf. Madam,flie was a widdow.
CUo* Widdow ? hearke.
^ej. And I do thinke Die's thircie.
Cle. Bear'ft thou her face in mind? is't long or round?
Mejf. Round, euen to faultineíTe.
Cleo. For the moft part too, they are foolifli that are
fo. Her haire what colour ?
MeJJ". Browne Madam: and her forehead
As low as Die would wiDi it.
Cleo, There's Gold for thee,
Thou muft not take my former DiarpeneDe ill,
I will employ thee backe againe : I finde thee
Moft fit for bufinefie. Go, make thee ready,
Our Letters are prepar'd.
Char, A proper man.
CUo. Indeed he is fo : J repent me much
That fo I harried him. Why me think's by him,
This Creature's no fuch thing.
Char. Nothing Madam.
Cleo, The man hath feene fome Maiefty, and Diould
know.
Char. Hath he feene Maieftie ? Ifn elfe defend : and
feruing you fo long.
Qleopa. I haue one thing more to aske him yet good
Charmian : but 'tis no matter, thou Dialt bring him to me
where I will writejall may be well enough.
Qhar. I warrant you Madam. Exeunt.
Enter Anthony and O&auia.
Ant. Nay,nay not onely that.
That were excufable,that and thoufands more
Of femblable import, but he hath wag'd
New Warres 'gainft Pompey. Made his will, and read it,
To publicke eare, fpoke fcantly of me.
When perforce he could not
But pay me tearmes of Honour : cold and fickly
He vented then moft narrow meafure;lent me,
When the beft hint was giuen him ; he not look't.
Or did it from his teeth.
O&aui. Oh my good Lord,
Beleeue not all,or if you muft beleeue,
Stomacke not all. A more vnhappie Lady,
Jf this deuifion chance, ne're ftood betweene
Praying for both parts :
The good Gods wil mocke me prefently,
When I Diall pray:Oh blefle my Lord,and Husband,
Vndo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
Oh blefle my Brother. Husband winne, winne Brother,
Prayes, and diftroyes the prayer, no midway
'Twixt thefe extreames at all.
tAnt, Gentle OElauiay
Let your beft loue draw to that point which feeks
Beft to preferue it : if I loofe mine Honour,
1 loofe my felfe: better I were not yours
Then your fo branchlefle. But as you requefted,
Your felfe Diall go between's,the meane time Lady,
lie raife the preparation of a Warre
Shall ftaine your Brother, make your fooneft haft.
So your defires are yours.
061. Thanks to my Lord,
The loue of power make me moft weake,moft weake.
You reconciler: Warres 'twixt you twaine would be.
As if the world Diould cleaue,and that flaine men
Should foader vp the Rift.
Antb. When it appeeres to you where this begins,
Turne your difpleafure that way, for our faults
Can neuer be fo equail,that your loue
Can equally moue with them. Prouide your going,
Choofe your owne company,and command what coft
Your heart he's mind too. Exeunt.
Enter Enoharhui^and Eros.
Eno. How now Friend Eros}
Eros. Ther's ftrange Newes come Sir.
Em. What man ?
Ero. Cafar & Lepidus haue made warres vpon Pompey.
Eno. This is old,what is the fuccefle ?
Eros* Cafar hauing made vfe of him in the warres
'gainft Pompey. prefently denied him riuality, would not
let him partake in the glory of the adiion, and not refting
here, accufes him of Letters he had formerly wrote to
Pompey. Vpon his owne appeale feizes him,lo the poore
third is vpjtill death enlarge his Confine.
Eno. Then would thou hadft a paire of chapsnomore,
and throw betweene them all the food thou haft, they'le
grinde the other. Where's Anthony}
Eros. He's walking in the garden thus, and fpurnes
The ruDi that lies before him. Cries Foole Lep'tduSy
And threats the throate of that his Officer,
That murdred Pompey.
Eno. Our great Nauies rig'd.
Eros. For Italy and Cafar^mort DomítíiUy
My Lord defires you prefently : my Newes
I might haue told heareafcer.
Ewo.'Twillbe naught,but let it be:bring me to Anthony.
Eros. Come Sir, Exeunt.
Enter AgrippayMecenas^and Cafar.
Caf. Contemning Rome he ha's done all this, & more
In Alexandria : heere's the manner oft :
Tth'Market-place on a Tribunall filuer'd,
Cleopatra and himfelfe in Chaires of Gold
Were publikely enthron'd : at the feet, fat
CafarJon whom they call my Fathers Sonne,
And all the vnlawfull ¡flue,that their Luft
Since then hath made betweene them. Vnto her,
He gaue the ftabllDiment of Egypt, ma de her
Of lower Syria, Cyprus,Lydia, abfolute Queene.
Mece. This in the publike eye ?
Cafar. I'th'common Diew place,where they exercife.
His Sonnes hither proclaimed the King of Kings,
Great Media, Parthia, and Armenia
He gaue to Alexander. To Ptolomy he affign'd,
Syria,Silicia,and Phoenetia : Die
In th'abiliments of the Goddefle Ißs
That day appecr'd,and oft before gaue audience.
As 'tis reported fo.
Mece. Let Rome be thus inform'd.
Agrt. Who queazie with his infolence already,
Will their good thoughts call from him.
Cafar. The people knowes it,
And haue now receiu'd his accufations.
Agri. Who does he accufe ?
Cafar. Cafar,ditiá that hauing in Cicilie
Sexttcá Pompeius fpoil'd, we had not rated him
His part o'th'lDe. Then does he fay,he lent me
Some Diipping vnreftor'd. Laftly, he frets
That Lepidus of the Triumpherate, Diould be depos'd,
And being that, we detaine all hisReuenue.
Agri. Sir,this Diould be anfwer'd.
Qafar. 'Tis done already, and the Meflenger gone :
I haue told him Lepidue was growne too cruell,
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That he his high Authority abus'd,
And did defense his change s for what I haue conquer'd,
I grant him part : but then in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, 1 demand the like
eMcc. Hee'l neuer yeeld to that.
Ci?/. Nor muft not then be yeelded to in this.
Enter Ofiauia mith her Traîne.
O&a. Haile Cafar, and my L. haile moft deere C'^far.
Cafar. That euer I fliould call thee Caft-away.
O&a. You haue not call'd me fo, nor haue you caufe,
Caf. Why haue you ftoln vpon vs thus? you come not
Like Cafare Sifter, The wife of Anthony
Should haue an Army for an Yftier, and
The neighes of Horfe to tell of her approach.
Long ere Ihe did appeare. The trees by'th'way
Should haue borne men, and expeilation fainted.
Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duft
Should haue afcended to the Roofe of Heauen,
Rais'd by your populous Troopes: But you are come
A Market-maid to Rome, and haue preuented
The oftentation of our loue; which left vnlhewne.
Is often left vnlou'd : we fhould haue met you
By Sea, and Land, fupplying euery Stage
With an augmented greeting.
Oda. Good my Lord,
To come thus was I not conftrain'd,but did it
On my free-will. My Lord eSMarhe Anthony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for Warre, acquainted
My greened eare withall.- whereon I begg'd
His pardon for returne.
Caf. Which foone he granted.
Being an abftrafi 'tweene his Luft,and him.
Oda. Do not fay fo, my Lord.
Caf I haue eyes vpon him.
And his affaires come to me on the windtwher is he now?
Oda. My Lord, in Athens.
Cafar. No my moft wronged Sifter, Cleopatra
Hath nodded him to her. He hath giuen his Empire
Vp to a Whore, who now are leuying
The Kings o'th'earth for Warre. He hath affembled,
Bochui the King of Lybia, Archilaus
0{ C2ífftídoÚ3L,Philadelphos King
Of Paphlagonia : the Thracian King Adullae,
King Mauchui of Arabia, King of Pont,
Herod of lewry, Mithridates King
Of Comageat, PoUmen and Amintoi,
The Kings of Mede,and Licoania,
With a more larger Lift of Scepters.
Oda. Aye me moft wretched.
That haue my heart parted betwixt two Friends,
That does affliil each other. (breaking forth
Caf.Welcom hither : your Letters did with-holde our
Till we perceiu'd both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger : cheere your heart.
Be you not troubled with the time, which driues
Ore your content, thefe ftrong neceffities.
But let determin'd things to deftinie
Hold vnbewayl'd their way. Welcome to Rome,
Nothing more deere to me : You are abus'd
Beyond the marke of thought : and the high Gods
To do you luftice, makes his Minifters
Of vs, and thofe that loue you. Beft of comfort,
And euer welcom to vs. .rigrip. Welcome Lady.
elATec. Welcome deere Madam,
Each heart in Rome does loue and pitty you,
Onely th'adulterous Anthony,large
In his abhominations, turnes you off.
And giues his potent Regiment to a Trull
That noyfes it againft vs.
Oda. Is it fo fir ?
Caf. Moft certaine : Sifter welcome : pray you
Be euer knowne to patience. My deer'ft Sifter. Exeunt
Enter Cleopatra,and Enobarhue,
Cleo. I will be euen with thee, doubt it not.
Eno. But why, why, why ?
Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in thefe warres.
And fay'ft it it not fit.
Eno. Well : is it,is it.
Cko. If not, denounc'd againft vs, why Ihould not
we be there in perfon.
Enob. Well, I could reply : if wee Ihouid lerue with
Horfe and Mares together, the Horfe were meerly loft :
the Mares would beare a Soldiour and his Horfe.
Cleo. What is't you fay ?
Enob. Your prefence needs muft puzle Anthony,
Take from his heart, take from his Braine, from's time.
What Ihould not then be fpar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for Leuity, and 'tis faid in Rome,
That Photwui an Eunuch, and your Maides
Mannage this warre.
Cleo. Sinke Rome, and their tongues rot
That fpeake againft vs. A Charge we beare i'th'Warre,
And as the prefident of my Kingdome will
Appeare there for a man. Speake not againft it,
I will not ftay behinde.
Enter Anthony and Camtdtae.
Eno. Nay I haue done,here comes the Emperor.
Ant. Is it not ftrange Camtdiué,
That from Tarrentum, and Brandufium,
He could fo quickly cut the Ionian Sea,
And take in Troine. You haue heard on't (Sweet?)
Cleo. Celerity is neuer more admir'd.
Then by the negligent.
Ant, A good rebuke.
Which might haue well becom'd the beft of men
To taunt at llackneffe. Camidiue, v/ee
Will fight with him by Sea.
Cleo. By Sea, what elfe ?
Cam. Why will my Lord, do fo ?
Ant. For that he dares vs too't.
Enob. So hath my Lord, dar'd him to fingle fight.
Cam. I, and to wage this Battell at Pharfalia,
Where Cafar fought with Pompey, But thefe offers
Which ferue not for his vantage, he lhakes off.
And fo Ihould you.
Enob. Your Shippes are not well mann'd.
Your Marriners are Militers, Reapers, people
Ingroft by fwifc Impreffe. In Cafare Fleete,
Are thofe,that often haue 'gainft Pompey fought.
Their Ihippes are yare, yours heauy : no difgrace
Shall fall you for refufing him at Sea,
Being prepar'd for Land.
Ant, By Sea, by Sea.
Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute Soldierlhip you haue by Land,
Diftraél your Armie, which doth moft confift
Of Warre-markt-footmen, leaue vnexecuted
Your owne renowned knowledge, quite forgoe
The way which promifes affurance, and
Giue vp your felfe meerly to chance and hazard.
From firme Securitie.
Ant. He fight at Sea.
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Cleo. I haue fixty Salles, C¿e¡ar none better.
Ant. Our ouer-plus of ihipping will we burne,
And with the reft full manned, from th'head of Aâion
Beate th^approaching Ca/ar, But if we falle,
We then can doo't at Land. Snter a Mejfenger,
Thy BuiinelTe ?
Mef. The Newes is true, my Lord, he is defcried,
Cajar ha's taken Toryne.
Ant^ Can he be there in perfon? *Tis impolîîbie
Strange, that his power ftiould be. Camid'atíy
Our nineteene Legions thou lhalt hold by Land,
And our twelue thoufand Horfe. Wee'l to our Ship,
Away my Thetis.
Enter a Soldiour.
How now worthy Souldier?
SouL Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea,
Truft not to rotten plankes : Do you mifdoubt
This Sword, and thefe my Wounds ; let th*£gyptians
And the Phœnkians go a ducking : wee
Haue vsM to conquer ftanding on the earth,
And fighting foot to foot.
Ant, Well, well, away, exit Ant. Cleo.& Enob,
Soul. By Hercules I thinke Í am i*th*right.
Cam. Souldier thou art: but his whole aâion growes
Not in the power on't : fo our Leaders leade,
And we are Womens men.
Soul. You keepe by Land the Legions and the Horfe
whole, do you not ?
Uen. Marcui OSiauiuiy Marcus lußeus^
Publicóla^ and Celius, are for Sea :
But we keepe whole by Land. This fpéede of Q^furs
Carries beyond beleefe.
Soul. While he was yet in Rome.
His power went out in fuch diftradtions,
As beguilde all Spies.
Cam. Who's his Lieutenant, heare you ?
Soul. They fay, one Torprus.
Qam. Well, I know the man.
Enter a Mejjenger.
çMef, The Emperor cals Camidius.
Cam. With Newes the times wit a Labour,
And throwes forth each minute, fome. exeunt
Enter Cafar with bis Army, marching.
Caf. Totprus f
Töw. My Lord.
CaJ. Strike not by Land,
Keepe whole, prouoke not Battaîle
Till we haue done at Sea. Do not exceede
The Prefcript of this Scroule : Our fortune lyes
Vpon this iumpe, exit*
Enter Anthony^and Enobarhus.
Ant, Set we our Squadrons on yond fide o'th'Hill,
In eye of Cafars battaile, from which place
We may the number of the Ships behold.
And ib proceed accordingly. exit.
Camidius cMarcheth rpitb bis Land Army one vpay ouer tbe
ßage^ and "Tovcrus the Lieutenant of Cajar the other tvay :
After their going in, is heard tbe noife of a Sea fight.
Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scar tes.
£»o.Naught, naught, al naught, I can behold no longer:
Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admirall,
With all their fixty fiye, and turne the Rudder :
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To fee't, mine eyes are blafted.
Enter ScarruS,
Äiir. Gods,i& GoddeiTes, all the whol fynod of them !
Eno. What's thy pafiion.
Scar. The greater Cantle of the world, is loft
With very ignorance, we haue kift away
Kingdomes, and Prouinces.
Eno, How appeares the Fight ?
Scar, On our fide, like the Token'd Peftilence,
Where death is fure. Yon ribaudred Nagge of Egypt,
( Whom Leprofie o're-take) i'th'midft o'th'fight.
When vantage like a payre of Twinncs appear'd
Both as the fame, or rather outs the elder ;
(The Breeze vpon her) like a Cow in Inne,
Hoifts Salles, and fiyes. *
Eno. That I beheld :
Mine eyes did ficken at the fight, and could not
Indure a further view.
Scar, She once being looft.
The Noble ruine of her Magicke, Anthony,
Claps on his Sea-wing, and (like a doting Mallard)
Leaning the Fight in heighth, fiyes after her :
I neuer faw an Aâion of fuch fhame \
Experience, Man-hood, Honor, ne're before,"
Did violate fo it felfe.
Lnob. Alacke, alacke.
t Lnter Camidius.
Cam. Our Fortune on the Sea is out of breath,
And finkes moft lamentably. Had our Generali
Bin what he knew himfelfe, it had gone well ;
Oh his ha's giuen example for our fiight,
Moft grolTely by his owne.
Lnob, I, are you thereabouts ? Why then goodnight
indeede.
Cam. Toward Peloponnefus are they fled.
Scar, 'Tis eafie toot,
And there I will attend what further comes.
Camid. To Cafar will I render
My Legions and my Horfe, fixe Kings alreadie
Shew me the way of yeelding.
Lno. lie yet follow
The wounded chance of Anthony, though my reafon
Sits in the winde againft me*
Enter Anthony with Attendants*
Ant. Hearke, the Land bids me tread no more vpon't.
It is alham'd to beare me. Friends,come hither,
I am fo lated in the world, that I
Haue loft my way for euer. I haue a ihippe,
Laden with Gold, take that, diuide it : fiye,
And make your peace with Cafar.
Omnes. Fly ? Not wee.
Ant. I haue fied my felfe, and haue inftru^Ied cowards
To runne,and Ihew their ihoulders. Friends be gone,
I haue my felfe refolu'd vpon a courfe,
Which has no neede of you. Be gone,
My Treafure's in the Harbour. Take it ; Oh,
I follow'd that I bluih to locke vpon,
My very haires do mutiny ; for the white
Reproue the browne for rafhnefle, and they them
For feare, and doting. Friends be gone, you ihall
Haue Letters from me to fome Friends, that will
Sweepe your way for you. Pray you looke not fad,
Nor make replyes of loathneffe, take the hint
Which my difpaire proclaimes. Let them be left
Which leaues it felfe, to the Sea-fide ftraight wayj
I will poireífe you of that fiiip and Treafure.
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Leaue me, I pray a little : pray you now,
Nay do fo : for indeede I haue loft command,
Therefore I pray you. He fee you by and by. Sits donne
Enter Cleopatra led by Cbarmian and Eros.
Eros. Nay gentle Madam, to him, comfort him.
Iras. Do moft deere Queene.
Char. Do, why, what elfe ?
Cleo. Let me fit downe : Oh luno.
Ant. No, no, no, no, no.
Eros, See you beere. Sir ?
Ant. Oh fie, fie, fie.
Ckar. Madam.
lra¿. Madam, oh good Emprefie.
Eros. Sir, fir.
■Ant. Yes my Lord, yes; he at Philipp! kept
His fword e'ne like a dancer, while I ftrooke
The leane and wrinkled CaJJitu, and 'twas I
That the mad Brutus ended : he alone
Dealt on Lieutenantry, and no pradfife had
In the braue fquares of Warre : yet now : no matter.
Qleo. Ah ftand by.
Eros. The Queene my Lord, the Qu^eene.
Iras. Go to him,Madam, fpeake to him,
Hee's vnqualited with very fliame.
Cleo, Well then, fuftaine me : Oh.
Eros, Moft Noble Sir arife, the Queene approaches.
Her head's declin'd, and death will ceafe her, but
Your comfort makes the refcue.
Ant. I haue offended Reputation,
A moft vnnoble fweruing.
Eros. Sir, the Queene.
eAnt. oh whether haft thou lead me Egypt, fee
How I conuey my lhame, out of thine eyes.
By looking backe what 1 haue left behinde
Stroy'd in difhonor.
Cleo. Oh my Lord, my Lord,
Forgiue my fearfull fayles, I little thought
You would haue followed.
Ant. Egypt, thou knew'ft too well.
My heart was to thy Rudder tyed by'th'ftrings.
And thou ihould'ft ftowe me after. O're my fpirit
The full fupremacie thou knew'ft, and that
Thy becke, might from the bidding of the Gods
Command mee.
Cleo. Oh my pardon,
eAnt. Now I muft
To the young man fend humble Treaties, dodge
And palter in the Ihifts of lownes, who
With hälfe the bulke o'th'world plaid as I pleas'd.
Making, and marring Fortunes. You did know
How much you were my Conqueror, and that
My Sword, made weake by my affeilion, would
obey it on all caufe.
Cleo. Pardon, pardon.
Ant. Fall not a teare I fay, one of them rates
All that is wonne and loft : Giue me a kiffe,
Euen tbis repayes me.
We fent our Schoolemafter, is a come backe ?
Loue I am full of Lead : fome Wine
Within there, and our Viands : Fortune knowes.
We fcorne her moft, when moft fhe offers blowes. Exeunt
Enter Cafar, Agrippa, and Dollabello,nith others,
CaJ. Let him appeare that's come from Anthony,
Know you him.
Tragedle of
Dolla, Cafar, 'tis his Schoolemafter,
An argument that he is pluckt, when hither
He fends fo poore a Pinnion of his Wing,
Which had fuperfluous Kings for Melfengers,
Not many Moones gone by.
Enter Ambajfador from Anthony.
Cafar. Approach, and fpeake.
Amb. Such as I am, I come from Anthony :
I was of late as petty to his ends.
As is the Morne-dew on the Mertle leafe
To his grand Sea.
CaJ, Bee't fo, declare thine office.
Atnb. Lord of his Fortunes he falutes thee, and
Requires to hue in Egypt, which not granted
He Leffons his Requefts, and to thee fues
To let him breath betweene the Heauens and Earth
A priuate man in Athens : this for him.
Next, Cleopatra does confeffe thy Greatneffe,
Submits her to thy might, and of thee craues
The Circle of the Ptolomies for her heyres.
Now hazarded to thy Grace.
Caf. For Anthony,
I haue no eares to his requeft. The Queene,
Of Audience, nor Defire fhall faile, fo fhee
From Egypt driue her all-difgraced Friend,
Or take his life there. This if fhee performe.
She fhall not fue vnheard. So to them both.
Amb. Fortune purfue thee.
Qoef. Bring him through the Bands ;
To try thy Eloquence, now 'tis time, difpatch.
From Anthony winne Cleopatra, promife
And in our Name, what fhe requires, adde more
From thine inuention, offers. Women are not
In their beft Fortunes ftrong ; but want will periure
The ne're touch'd Veftall. Try thy cunning Thidias,'
Make thine owne Ediél for thy paines, which we
Will anfwer as a Law.
Thid. Cafar, I go.
Cafar, Obferue how Anthony becomes his flaw,
And what thou think'ft his very afiion fpeakes
In euery power that mooues.
Thid, Cafar, 1 OiM. exeunt,
* Enter Cleopatra, Enobarbus, Cbarmian, tfT Iras,
Cleo. What fhall we do, Enobarbus ?
Eno. Thinke, and dye.
Cleo, Is Anthony,ox we in fault for this.'
Eno, Anthony onely, that would make his will
Lord of his Reafon. What though you fled.
From that great face of Warre, whofe feuerall ranges
Frighted each other? Why fhould he follow?
The itch of his Affedfion fliould not then
Haue nickt his Captain-fhip, at fuch a point.
When hälfe to hälfe the world oppos'd, he being
The meered queftion ? 'Twas a fliame no leffe
Then was his loffe, to courfe your flying Flagges,
And leaue his Nauy gazing.
Cleo, Prythee peace.
Enter the Ambajfador,with Anthony.
Ant. Is that his anfwer? Amb. I my Lord.
Ant. The Queene fhall then haue courtefie.
So fhe will yeeld vs vp.
Am. He fayes fo.
Antho. Let her know't. To the Boy Cafar fend this
grizled head, and he will fill thy wifhes to the brimme.
With Principalities.
Cleo. That head my Lord ?
Ant,
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Ant» To him againe, teil him he weares the Rofe
Of youth vpon him s from which, the world ihould note
Something particular : His Coine, Ships, Legions,
May be a Cowards, whofe Minifters would preuaile
Vnder the feruice of a Childe,as foone
As rth'Command of Cafar. I dare him therefore
To lay his gay Comparifons a-part,
And anfwer me declined, Sword againíl Sword,
Our felues alone ; He write it : Follow me.
Sfto. Yes like enough : hye batteFd Cafar will
Vnftate his happinefle, and be StagM to^th'lhew
Againft a Sworder. I fee mens ludgements are
A parcell of their Fortunes, and things outward
Do draw the Inward quality after them
To fuíFer all alike, that he ihould dreame,
Knowing all meafures, the full Cafar will
Anfwer his emptineifej Cafar thou haft fubduMe
His iudgement too.
Enter a Seruant.
Ser. A Meftenger from Cafar.
Cleo. What no more Ceremony ?See my Women,
Againft the blowne Rofe may they ftop their nofe.
That kneel'd vnto the Buds. Admit him fir,
Ena. Mine honefty,and I, beginne to fquare.
The Loyalty well held to Fooles, docs make
Our Faith meere folly : yet he that can endure
To follow with Allégeance a falne Lord,
Does conquer him that did his Mafter conquer,
And earnes a place i*th*Story.
Enter T^bidias,
Cleo. Cafars will.
Thid. Heare it apart.
Cleo. None but Friends : fay boldly.
Tbid. So haply are they Friends to Anthony.
Snob. He needs as many (Sir) as Cafar ha's.
Or needs not vs. If Cafar pleafe,our Mafter
Will leape to be his Friend : For vs you know,
Whofe he is, we are, and that is Cafars.
7Ä/if.So.Thus then thou moft renownM, intreats,
Not to confider in what cafe thou ftand*ft
Further then he is Cafars.
Cleo. Go on,right Royall.
Tbid. He knowes that you embrace not Anthony
As you did loue, but as you feared him.
Cleo. Oh.
Tbid. The fcarre's vpon your Honor,therefore he
Does pitty, as conftrained blemiihes.
Not as deferued.
Cleo. He is a God,
And knowes what is moft right. Mine Honour
Was not yeelded, but conquered meerely.
Eno. To be fure of that, I will aske Anthony. ]
Sir, fir, thou art fo leakie
That we çnuft leaue thee to thy finking, for
Thy deereft quit thee. Exit Snob.
Tbid. Shall I fay to Cafar,
What you require of him : for he partly begges
To be defir'd to giue. It much would pleafe him.
That of his Fortunes you Ihould make a ftafFe
To leane vpon. But it would warme his fpirits
To heare from me you had left Anthony,
And put your ielfe vnder his ihrowd,the vniuerfal Land-
Cleo. What's your name ? (lord.
md. My name is Thidias.
Cleo. Moft kinde Meftenger,
Say to great Cafar this in difputation,
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I kifle his conquVing hand ! Tell him, I am prompt
To lay my Crowne at's feete, and there to kneele.
Tell him, from his all-obeying breath,! heare
The doome of Egypt.
Thid. 'Tis your Nobleft courfe î
Wifedome and Fortune combatting together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may lhake it. Giue me grace to lay
My dutie on your hand.
Cleo. Your Cafars Father oft,
(When he hath mus'd of taking kingdomes in)
Beftow'd his lips on that vnworthy place,«
As it rain'd kilTes.
Snter Anthony and EnoharbtU.
Ant. Fauours? By Joue that thunders. What art thou
'Ehid. One that but performes (Fellow.^
The bidding of the fulleft man, and worthieft
To haue command obey'd.
Eno. You will be whipt.
Ant.A^^toch there : ah you Klte.Now Gods ác díuels
Authority melts from me of late. When I cried hoa,
Like Boyes vnto a muíTe, Kings would ftart forth,
And cry, your will. Haue you no eares ?
I am Anthony yet. Take hence this lack, and whip him.
Enter a Seruant.
Eno. 'Tis better playing with a Lions whelpe,
Then with an old one dying.
Ant. Moone and Starres,
Whip him : wer't twenty of the greateft Tributaries
That do acknowledge Cafar, ihould I finde them
So fawcy with the hand of ihe heere, what's her name
Since ihe was Cleopatra} Whip him Fellowes,
Till like a Boy you fee him crindge his face,
And whine aloud for mercy. Take him hence.
Thid. çdMarÎ^ Anthony.
^nt. Tugge him away : being whipt
Bring him againe, the lacke of Cafars ihall
Beare vs an arrant to him. Exeunt with ThiditiS.
You were hälfe blafted ere I knew you : Ha.^
Haue I my pillow left vnpreft in Rome,
Forborne the getting of a lawfull Race,
And by a lem of women, to be abus'<l
By one that lookes on Feeders.^'
Cleo. Good my Lord.
Ant. You haue beene a boggeler euer,
But when we in our vicioufneflTe grow hard
(Oh mifery on't) the wife Gods feele our eyes
In our owne filth, drop our cleare iudgements, make vs
Adore our errors, laugh at's while we ftrut
To our confufion.
Cleo. Oh ,is't come to this ?
Ant. I found you as a Morfell, cold vpon
Dead Cafars Trencher : Nay, you were a Fragment
Of Gneius Pompeyes, befides what hotter houres
Vnregiftred in vulgar Fame, you haue
Luxuriouíly pickt out. For I am fure,
Though you can gueíTe what Temperance ihould be.
You know not what it is.
Cleo. Wherefore is this ?
Ant. To let a Fellow that will take rewards,
And fay,God quit you, be familiar with
My play-fellow, your hand j this Kingly Scale,
And pligbter of high hearts. O that I were
Vpon the hill of Bafan, to out-roare
The horned Heard, for I haue fauage caufe,
And to proclaime it ciuilly, were like
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A halter'd necke, which do's the Hangman thanke,
For being yare about him. Is he whipt ?
Enter a Seruant with Thtdias.
Ser. Soundly,my Lord.
Ant. Cried he? and begg'd a Pardon ?
Ser. He did aske fauour.
.tint. If that thy Father liue, let him repent
Thou was't not made his daughter,and be thou forrie
To follow Cafar in his Triumph, fince
Thou haft bin whipt. For following him, henceforth
The white hand of a Lady Feauer thee,
Shake thou to looke on't. Get thee backe to Cafar,
Tell him thy entertainment: looke thou fay
He makes me angry with him. For he feemcs
Proud and difdainfull, harping on what I am,
Not what he knew I was. He makes me angry,
And at this time moft eafie 'tis to doo't :
When my good Starres, that were my former guides
Haue empty left their Orbes, and fliot their Fires
Into th'Abifme of hell. If he miflike,
My fpeech, and what is done, tell him he has
Hifarchta, my enfranched Bondman, whom
He may at pleafure whip, or hang, or torture,
As he fliall like to quit me. Vrge it thou :
Hence with thy ftripes, be gone. Exit Ibid.
Cleo. Haue you done yet ?
.tint. Alacke our Terrene Moone is now Eclipft,
And it portends alone the fall of Anthony.
Cleo. I muft ftay histime?
Ant. To flatter Cafar, would you mingle eyes
With one that tyes his points.i
Cleo. Not know me yet
Ant. Cold-hearted toward me?
Cleo. Ah (Deere) if I be fo.
From my cold heart let Heauen ingender haile.
And poyfon it in the fourfe,and the firft ftone
Drop in my necke ; as it determines fo
Diffolue my life, the next Caefarian fmile.
Till by degrees the memory of my wombe,
Together with my braue Egyptians all.
By the difcandering of this pelleted ftorme.
Lye grauelefle, till the Flies and Gnats ofNyle
Haue buried them for prey.
Ant. I am fatlsfied ;
Cafar fets downe in Alexandria, where
I will oppofe his Fate. Our force by Land,
Hath Nobly held, our feuer'd Nauie too
Haue knit againe, and Fleete, threatning moft Sea-like.
Where haft thou bin my heartf Doft thou heare Lady ?
If from the Field I lhall returne once more
To kifie thefe Lips, I will appeare in Blood,
I,and my Sword,will earne our Chronicle,
There's hope in't yet.
Cleo. That's my braue Lord.
Ant. I will be trebble-finewed,hearted,breath'd,
And fight malicioufly : for when mine houres
Were nice and lucky, men did ranfome hues
Of me for iefts : But now, He let my teeth.
And fend to darkenefle all that ftop me. Come,
Let's haue one other gawdy night : Call to me
All my fad Captaines, fill our Bowles once more :
Let's mocke the midnight Bell.
CUo. It is my Birth-day,
I had thought t'haue held it poore. But fince my Lord
Is Anthony againe, I will be Cleopatra.
Ant, We will yet do well.
Cleo. Call all his Noble Captaines to my Lord.
Ant. Do fo, wee'l fpeake to them,
And to night He force
The Wine peepe through their fcarres.
Come on ( my Queene )
There's fap in't yet. The next time I do fight
He make death loue me : for I will contend
Euen with his peftilent Sytbe. Exeunt.
Eno. Now hee'i out-ftare the Lightning, to be furious
Is to be frighted out of feare, and in that moode
The Doue will pecke the Eftridge ; and I fee ftill
A diminution in our Captaines braine,
Reftores his heart ; when valour prayes in reafon.
It eates the Sword it fights with : I will feeke
Some way to leaue him. Exeunt.
Enter Cafar, Agrippa, Ù" Mecenaá with hié Army,
Cafar reading a Letter.
Caf. He calles me Boy, and chides as he had power
To beate me out of Egypt. My MelTenger
He hath whipt with Rods, dares me to perfonal Combat.
Cafar to Anthony ; let the old Ruflian know,
I haue many other wayes to dye : meane time J
Laugh at his Challenge.
Mece. Cafar muft thinke.
When one fo great begins to rage,hee's hunted
Euen to falling. Giue him no breath, but now
Make boote of his diftraflion : Neuer anger
Made good guard for it felfe.
Qaf. Let our beft heads know.
That to morrow, the laft of many Battailes
We meane to fight. Within our Files there are.
Of thofe that feru'd Marine Anthony but late.
Enough to fetch him in. See it done.
And Feaft the Army, we haue ftore to doo't.
And they haue earn'd the wafte.Poore Anthony. Exeunt
Enter Anthony, Cleopatra, Enoharhui, Charmian,
Iras, Alexas,with others.
Ant. He will not fight with me, Domitian ?
Eno. No ?
Ant. Why Ihould he not ?
Eno .He thinks, being twenty times of better fortune.
He is twenty men to one.
Ant. To morrow Soldier,
By Sea and Land He fight : or I will liue.
Or bathe my dying Honor in the blood
Shall make it liue againe. Woo't thou fight well.
Eno. He ftrike, and cry. Take all.
Ant. Well faid, come on :
Call forth my Houlhold Seruants,lets to night
Enter 3 or 4 Seruitors.
Be bounteous at our Meile. Giue me thy hand.
Thou haft bin rightly honeft, fo haft thou.
Thou, and thou, and thou ; you baue feru'd me well.
And Kings haue beene your fellowes.
CUo. What meanes this ?
£ro.'Tis one of thofe odde tricks which forow ftioots
Out of the minde.
Ant. And thou art honeft too :
I wiih I could be made fo many men.
And all of you clapt vp together, in
An Anthony : that I might do you feruice.
So good as you haue done.
Omnes.
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Omneu The Gods forbid.
Ant, Well, my good Fellowes, wait on me to night :
Scant not my Cups, and make as much of mei
As when mine Empire was your Fellow too,
And fuffer^d my command.
CUo. What does he meane?
Eno. To make his Followers weepe*
Ant, Tend me to night j
May be,it is the period of your duty,
Haply you ihall not fee me more, or if,
A mangled /hadow. Perchance to morrow,
You'l ferue another Mafter. I looke on you,
As one that takes his leaue. Mine hone Friends,
1 turne you not away, but like a Mailer
Married to your good feruice, Hay till death :
Tend me to night two houres, I aske no more.
And the Gods yeeld you for't.
Eno. What meane you (Sir)
To giue them this difcomfort ? Looke they weepe.
And I an AíTe, am Onyon-ey'dj for ihame.
Transforme vs not to women.
Ant, Ho,ho,ho;
Now the Witch take me, if I meant It thus.
Grace grow where thofe drops fall(my hearty Friends)
You take me in too dolorous a fenfe,
For I fpake to you for your comfort, did defire you
To burne this night with Torches : Know (my hearts)
I hope well of to morrow, and will leade you,
Where rather lie expcft vi£lorious life.
Then death,and Honor. Let's to Supper, come,
And drowne confideration. Exeunt.
Enter a Company of Soldiours.
I.Sol. Brother, goodnight : to morrow is the day,
%.SoL It will determine one way : Fare you well.
Heard you of nothing ftrange about the ftreets.
1 Nothing : what newes
2 Belike 'tis but a Rumour,good night to you.
1 Well fir, good night.
They meete other Soldiers,
2 SouldierSjhaue carcfull Watch.
1 And you ; Goodnight, goodnight.
They place themjeiues in euery corner of the Stage.
2 Heere we : and if to morrow
Our Nauie ihriue, I haue an abfolute hope
Our Landmen will Hand vp.
1 'Tis a braue Army, and full of purpofe.
Mufickp of the Hoboyes ü 'vnder the Stage.
2 Peace, what noile ?
1 Lift lid.
2 Hearke.
1 Muficke i'th'Ayre.
3 Vnder the earth.
4 It fignes well, do's it not?
3 No.
1 Peace I fay : What ihould this meane ?
2 'Tis the God Hercules, whom Anthony loued,
Now leaues him.
1 Walke, let's fee if other Watchmen
Do heare what we do ?
2 How now Maiders ? Spea\ together,
Omnes. How now? how now? do you heare this?
1 1, is't not ftrange?
3 Do you heare Mafters ? Do you heare?
I Follow the noyfe fo farre as we haue quarter.
Let's fee how it will giue off",
Omnes. Content ; 'Tis ftrange. Exeunt.
Enter Anthony and Cleopatra, frith others.
Ant^ Eros, mine Armour Eros,
Cleo. Sleepe a little.
Ant. No my Chucke. £rof,come mine Armor Eros.
Enter Eros.
Come good Fellow,put thine Iron on,
If Fortune be not ours to day, it is
Becaufe we braue her. Come.
Cleo. 'Hdy, \\t too, Anthony.
What's this for ? Ah let be, let be, thou art
The Armourer of my heart : Falfejfalfe : This, this,
Sooth-law lie helpe : Thus it muft bee.
Ant. Well, well, we ihall thriue now.
Seeft thou my good Fellow. Go,put on thy defences»
Eros. Briefely Sir,
Cleo, Is not this buckled well ?
Ant. Rarely, rarely :
He that vnbuckles this, till we do pleafe
To daft for our Repofe, Ihall heare a ftorme.
Thou fumbleft Eros, and my Queenes a Squire
More tight at this, then thou : Difpatch. O Loue,
That thou couldft fee my Warres to day, and knew'ft
The Royall Occupation, thou ihould'ft fee
A Workeman in't.
Enter an Armed Soldier,
Good morrow to thee, welcome,
Thou look'ft like him that knowes a warlike Charge ;
To buftnefle that we loue, we rife betime.
And go too't with delight.
Soul, A thoufand Sir, early though't be, haue on their
Riueted trim, and at the Port expe£l you. Sbowt,
Trumpets Flourtjh,
Enter Captaines, and Souldiers.
Alex. The Morne is faire : Good morrow Generali.
AIL Good morrow Generali.
Ant, 'Tis well blowne Lads.
This Morning, like the fpirit of a youth
That meanes to be of note, begins betimes.
So,fo ; Come giue me that, this way, well-fed.
Fare thee well Dame, what ere becomes of me.
This is a Soldiers kifle s rebukeable,
And worthy ihamefull checke it were, to ftand
On more Mechanicke Complement, lie leaue thee.
Now like a man of Steele, you that will ffght,
Follow me clofe, He bring you too't : Adieu. Exeunt.
Char. PJeafe you retyre to your Chamber?
Cleo. Lead me :
He goes forth gallantly : That he and Co-far might
Determine this great Warre in fingle fight ',
Then Anthony j but now. Well on. Exeunt
Trumpets found. Enter Anthony,and Eros,
Eros. The Gods make this a happy day to Anthony.
Ant.VLox^á thou,& thofe thy fears had once prcuailJ
To make me fight at Land.
Eros. Had"ft thou done fo,
The Kings that haue reuolted, and the Soldier
That has this morning left thee, would haue ftill
Followed thy heeles.
Ant, Whofe gone this morning ?
Eros, Who? one euer neere thee, call for Enoharbus,
Hee
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He (hall not heare thee, or from Cajars Campe,
Say I am none of thine.
vint. What fayeft thou
Sold. Sir he is with Ccejar.
£r<!j.Sir,his Chefts and Treafure he has not with him.
Ant. Is he gone ?
Sol. Moft certaine.
Ant. Go Bros, fend his Treafure after, do it,
Detaine no iot I charge thee : write to him,
(I will fubfcribe) gentle adieu's,and greetings;
Say, that I wilh he neuer linde more caufe
To change a Matter. Oh my Fortunes haue
Corrupted honett men. Difpatch Enoharbui. Exit
Flourißi. Enter Agrippa, Qafar, mth Enoharbui,
and Dollabella.
Ceef. Go forth Agrippa, and begin the fight:
Our will is Anthony be tooke aliue :
Make it fo knowne.
Agrip. Cepjar,l lhall,
Ceefar. The time of vniuerfall peace is neere :
Proue this a profp'rous day, the three nook'd world
Shall beare the Oliue freely.
Enter a MeJJenger,
Mef. Anthony is come into the Field.
Caf. Go charge Agrippa,
Plant thofe that haue reuolted in the Vant,
That Anthony may feeme to fpend his Fury
Vpon himfelfe. Exeunt.
Enob. Alexai did reuolt,and went to levry on
Affaires of Anthony, there did dilTwade
Great Herod to incline himfelfe to Ceefar,
And leaue his Matter Anthony. For this paines.
Cafar hath hang'd him : Camindiui and the rett
That fell away, haue entertainment, but
No honourable trutt: I haue done ill.
Of which J do accufe my felfe fo forely.
That I will ioy no mote.
Enter a Soldier of Cafan.
Sol. Enobarbui, Anthony
Hath after thee fent all thy Treafure, with
His Bounty ouer-plus. The Mefienger
Came on my guard, and at thy Tent is now
Vnloading of his Mules.
Eno. 1 giue it you.
Sol. Mocke not Enobarbui,
I tell you true : Bett you laf't the bringer
Out of the hoatt, I mutt attend mine Office,
Or would haue done't my felfe. Your Emperor
Continues ttill a loue. Exit
Enob. I am alone the Villaine of the earth.
And feele I am fo moft. Oh Anthony,
Thou Mine of Bounty, how would'ft thou haue payed
My better feruice, when my turpitude
Thou doft fo Crowne with Gold. This blowes my hart.
If fwift thought breake it not: a fwifter meane
Shall out,ttrike thought, but thought will doo't. I feele
I fight againtt thee : No I will go feeke
Some Ditch, wherein to dye : the foul'ft beft fits
My latter part of life. Exit.
Ai arum, Drumntes and trumpets.
Enter Agrippa.
Agrip Retire, we haue engag'd our felucs too fatre :
Cafar himfelfe ha's worke, and our oppreffion
Exceeds what weexpefted. Exit.
Alarums.
Enter Anthony, and Scarrui scounded.
Scar. O my braue Emperor, this is fought indeed.
Had we done fo at firft, we had drouen them home
With clowtsabout their heads. Far off.
Ant. Thou bleed'ft apace.
Scar. I had a wound heere that was like a T,
But now 'tis made an H.
Ant. They do retyre.
Scar. Wee'l beat 'em into Bench-holes, I haue yet
Roome for fix fcotches more.
Enter Eros.
Eros. They are beaten Sir, and our aduantage ferues
For a faire vi ¿lory.
Scar. Let vs fcore their backes.
And fnatch 'em vp, as we take Hares behinde,
'Tis fport to maul a Runner.
Ant. I will reward thee
Once for thy fprightly comfort, and ten-fold
For thy good valour. Come thee on.
Scar. He halt after. Exeunt
Alarum. Enter Anthony againe in a Aiarch.
Scarrui, with others.
Ant. We haue beate him to his Campe : Runne one
Before, & let the Queen know of our guetts: to morrow
Before the Sun lhall fee's, wee'l fpill the blood
That ha's to day efcap'd. I thanke you all,
F or doughty handed are you, and haue fought
Not as you feru'd the Caufe, but as't had beene
Each mans like mine : you haue Ihewne all HeBors.
Enter the Citty, clip your Wiues, your Friends,
Tell them your feats, whil'ft they with ioyfull teares
Walh the congealement from your wounds,and kiffe
The Honour'd-gafhes whole.
Enter Cleopatra.
Giue me thy hand.
To this great Faiery, He commend thy a¿ls.
Make her thankes bleffe thee. Oh thou day o'th'world,
Chaine mine arm'd necke, leape thou, Attyre and all
Through proofe of Harneffe to my heart,and there
Ride on the pants triumphing.
Cleo. Lord of Lords,
Oh infinite Vertue, comm'ft thou fmiling fromj
The worlds great fnare vncaught.
Ant. Mine Nightingale,
We haue beate them to their Beds.
What Gyrle, though gray
Do fomthing mingle with our yonger brown, yet ha we
A Braine that nourilhes our Nerues,and can
Get gole for gole of youth. Behold this man.
Commend vnto his Lippes thy fauouring hand,
Kiffe it my Warriour : He hath fought to day.
As if a God in hate of Mankinde,had
Dettroyed in fuch a fhape.
Cleo. He giue thee Friend
An Armour all of Gold : it was a Kings.
Ant. He has deferu'd it, were it Carbunkled
Like holy Phœbus Carre. Giue me thy hand.
Through Alexandria make a iolly March,
Beare our hackt Targets, like the men that owe them.
Had our great Pallace the capacity
To Campe this hoatt, we all would fup together,
And drinke Carowfes to the next dayes Fate
Which
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Which promifes Royall peñll, Trumpetters
With brazen dinne blaft you the Cittîes care,
Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines,
That heauen and earth may ftrike their founds together,
Applauding our approach. Exeunt.
Euter a Centerieyand hü Company , Enobarbus foUotves.
Cent. liwe be not releeu'd within this houre,
We muft returne to^th'Court of Guard : the night
Is ihiny, and they fay, we ihall embattalle
By'thTecond houre i*th'Morne.
i.PVatch, This laft day was a ihrewM one too's.
Enob. Oh beare me witneife night.
^ What man is this ?
J Stand clofe,and lift him.
Enob. Be witneife to me (O thou blelfed Moone )
When men reunited ihall vpon Record
Beare hatefull memory : poore Enobarbuó did
Before thy face repent.
Cent. Enobarbu¿ ?
z Peace : Hearke further.
Enob. Oh Soueraigne Miftris of true Melancholly,
The poyfonous dampe of night difpunge vpon me.
That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Againil the Hint and hardnelfe of my fault,
Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
And ñnilh all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony y
Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous,
Forgiue me in thine owne particular,
But let the world ranke me in Regifter
A Mafter leaner, and a fugitiue :
Oh Anthony ! Oh Anthony I
I Let's fpeake to him.
(Unt. Let's heare him, for the things he fpeakes
May concerne Cafar.
z Let's do fo, but he Beepes.
Cent. Swoonds rather, for fo bad a Prayer as his
Was neuer yet for Beepe.
1 Go we to him.
2 Awake Br,awake, fpeake to vs.
1 Heare you fir?
Cent. The hand of death hath raughthim.
Drummes afarre off.
Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the Beepers :
Let vs beare him to'th'Court of Guard : he is of note ;
Our houre is fully out.
2 Come on then, he may recouer yet. exeunt
Enter Anthony and Scarru¿, with their Army.
Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea,
We pleafe them not by Land.
Scar. For both,my Lord.
Ant. I would they'ld fight i'th'Fire, or i'th'Ayre,
Wee'ld fight there too. But this it is, our Foote
Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty
Shall Bay with vs. Order for Sea isgiuen.
They haue put forth the Hauen ;
Where their appointment we may beft di/couer.
And looke on their endeuour. exeunt
Enter Cafvryand hü Army.
Caf. But being charg'd, we will be ftill by Land,
Which as I tak't we Ihall, for his beft force
Is forth to Man his Gallies. To the Vales,
And hold our beft aduantage. exeunt.
Alarum afarre off y as at a Sea-fgbt.
Enter Anthony^and Scarrus.
Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd :
Where yon'd Pine does ftand, I Biall difcouer all.
He bring thee word ftraight, how'ris like to go. exit.
Scar. Swallowes haue built
In Cleopatra's Sailes their nefts. The Auguries
Say,they know not, they cannot tell, looke grimly.
And dare not fpeake their knowledge. Anthony y
Is valiant, and deiedted, and by ftarts
His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare
Of what he has, and has not.
Enter ^Anthony.
tAnt. AH is loft :
This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me î
My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe, and yonder
They caft their Caps vp, and Carowfe together
Like Friends long loft. Triple-turn'd Whore, 'tis thou
Haft fold me to this Nouice, and my heart
Makes onely Warres on thee. Bid them all Bye ;
For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme,
Iihaue done all. Bid them all Bye,begone.
Oh Sunne, thy vprife ihall I fee no more.
Fortune, and Anthony part heere, euen heere **
Do we Biake hands? All come to this ? The hearts
That pannelled me at heeles, to whom I gaue
Their wiihes, do dif-Candie, melt their fweets
On blofloming Cafar :And this Pine is barkc,
That ouer-top'd them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh this faife Soule of Lgypt ! this graue Charme,
Whofe eye beck'd forth my Wars,&card them home :
Whofe Bofome was my Crownet,my chiefe end.
Like a right GypBe, hath at faft and loofe
Beguil'd me, to the very heart of loBTe.
What EroSy8rosf
Enter Cleopatra.
Ah, thou Spell ! Auaunt.
Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd againft his Loue ?
Ant, Vaniih, or I ihall giue thee thy deferuing,
And blemiBi Triumph. Let him take thee.
And hoift thee vp to the ihouting Plebeians,
Follow his Chariot, like the greaieft fpot
Of all thy Sex. Moft Monfter-like be ihewne
For poor'ft Diminitiues, for Dolts, and let
Patient OdJauia., plough thy viiage vp
With her prepared nailes. exit Cleopatra.
'Tis well th'art gone,
If it be well to hue. But better'twere -
Thou fell'ft into my furie, for one death
Might haue preuented many. Eros,ho2L ?
The ihirt of Neffus is vpon me, teach me
Alcidesy thou mine Anceftor,thy rage.
Let me lodge Ltcas on the homes o'th'Moone,
And with thofe hands that grafpt the heauieft Club,
Subdue my worthíeft felfe : The Witch ihali die.
To the young Roman Boy flie hath fold me,arid I fall
Vnder this plot : She dyes for't. Eros hoa ? exit.
Enter Cleopatray Charmiany IraSy Mardian.
Cleo. Helpe me my women : Oh hee's more mad
Then Telamón for his Shield, the Boare of TheiTaly
Was neuer fo imboft.
Char. To'th'Monument, there locke your felfe,
And fend him word you are dead :
The
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The Soule and Body riue not more in parting,
Then greatneíTe going off.
Cko. To*th*Monument ;
Mardian, go tell him I haue ílaine my felfe :
Say, that the laft I fpoke was Anthony^
And word it(prythee)pitteoufly. Hence Mardtan^
And bring me how he takes my death to*th'Monument.
Exeunt,
Enter Anthony^ and Bros»
Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me?
Eros, I Noble Lord.
tAnt. Sometime we fee a clowd that^s Dragoni/h,
A vapour fometime, like a Beare, or Lyon,
A toward Cittadell, a pendant Rocke,
A forked Mountaine, or blew Promontorie
With Trees vpon't, that nodde vnto the world,
And mocke our eyes with Ayre.
Thou haft feene thefe Signes,
They are blacke Vefpers Pageants.
Eros. I my Lord.
Ant, That which is now a Horfe, euen with a thoght
the Racke diilimes, and makes it indiftincft
As water is in water.
Eros. It does my Lord.
Ant, My good Knaue Eros^no'W thy Captaine is
Euen fuch a body : Heere I am Anthony,
Yet cannot hold this vifible ihape ( my Knaue)
1 made thefe warres for Egypt, and the Queene,
Whofe heart I thought I had, for Ihe had mine :
Which whirft it was mine, had annext vntoo't
A Million moe, (now loft:) ihee Eros has
Packt Cards with Cafars, and falfe plaid my Glory
Vnto an Enemies triumph.
Nay, weepe not gentle Eros, there is left vs
Our felues to end our felues.
Enter Mardian»
Oh thy vilde Lady,ihe has rob'd me of my Sword.
Mar. No Anthony,
My Miftris louM thee, and her Fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.
Ant.}r{tncQ fawcy Eunuch peace, ftie hath betraid me,
And {hall dye the death.
Mar. Death of one perfon,can be paide but once,
And that ihe ha*s difchargM. What thou would'ftdo
Is done vnto thy hand : the laft ihe fpake
Was Anthony, moft Noble Anthony :
Then in the midd'ft a tearing grone did breake
The name of Anthony : it was diuided
Betweene her heart,and lips; ihe rendred life
Thy name fo buried in her.
Ant. Dead then ?
Mar. Dead.
Ant, Vnarme Bros, the long dayes taske is done,
And we muft fleepe ;That thou depart'ft hence fafe
Does pay thy labour richly: Go. exit Mardian.
Off, plucke off,
The feuen-fold ihield of Aiax cannot keepe
The battery from my heart. Oh cleaue my ftdes.
Heart, once be ftronger then thy Continent,
Cracke thy fraile Caíe. Apace Bros, apace j
No more a Soldier : bruifed peeces go,
You haue bin Nobly borne. From me awhile, exit Bros
I will o*re-take thee Cleopatra, and
Weepe for my pardon. So it muft be, for now
All length is Torture : fince the Torch is out,
Lye downe and ftray no forther. Now all labour
Marres what it does : yea, very force entangles
It felfe with ftrength : Seale then, and all is done.
Eros? I came my Qu^eene, £ros? Stay for me,
Where Soules do couch on Flowers, weel hand in hand,
And with our fprightly Port make the Ghoftes gaze :
^ido, and her ^nea¿ ihall want Troopes,
And all the haunt be ours. Come Eros,Eros,
Enter Eros.
Bros, What would my Lord ?
Ant, Since Cleopatra dyed,
I haue liu*d in fuch diihonour, that the Gods
Deteft my bafeneffe. I, that with my Sword,
Quartered the World, and o*re greene Neptunesibacke
With Ships, made Cities; condemne my felfe, to lacke
The Courage of a Woman, leffe Noble minde
Then ihe which by her death, our telles
I am Conqueror of my felfe. Thou art fworne Bros,
That when the exigent ihould come, which now
Is come indeed : When I ihould fee behinde me
Th'ineuitable profecution of difgrace and horror.
That on my command, thou then would'ft kill me.
Doo't, the time is come : Thou ftrik'ft not me,
*Tis Cafar thou defeat'ft. Put colour in thy Cheeke»
Eros, The Gods with-hold me.
Shall I do that which all the Parthian Darts,
(Though Enemy) loft ayme,and could not.
Ant. Eros,
Would'ft thou be window'd in great Rome, and fee
Thy Mafter thus with pleacht Armes, bending downe
His corrigible necke, his face fubdu'de
To penetratiue ihame ; whifft the wheel'd feate
Of Fortunate Cafar drawne before him, branded
His Bafeneffe that enfued.
Eros, I would not fee't.
Ant. Come then : for with a wound I muft be cur'd.
Draw that thy honeft Sword,which thou haft worne
Moft vfefull for thy Country.
Eros, Oh fir, pardon me.
Ant. When 1 did make thee free, fwor'ft y not then
To do this when I bad thee ? Do it at once.
Or thy precedent Seruices are all
But accidents vnpurpos'd. Draw, and come.
Eros. Turne from me then that Noble countenance,
Wherein the worihip of the whole world lyes.
Ant, Loe thee.
Eros, My fword is drawne.
Ant, Then let it do at once
The thing why thou haft drawne it.
Eros, My deere Mafter,
My Captaine, and my Emperor, Let me fay
Before I ftrike this bloody ftroke, Farwell.
iAnt, 'Tis faid man, and farewell.
Bros, Farewell great Chiefe. Shall 1 ftrike now?
Ant. Now Eros, Killes himfelfe.
Eros, Why there then ;
Thus I do efcape the forrow of Anthonies death.
tAnt. Thrice-Nobler then my felfe.
Thou teacheft me : Oh valiant Eros, what
I ihould, and thou could'ft not, my Queene and Eros
Haue by their braue inftru<ítion got vpon me
A Nobleneffe in Record. But 1 will bee
A Bride-groome in my death, and run intooT
As to a Louers bed. Come then, and Eros,
Thy Mafter dies thy Scholler ; to do thus
I learnt of thee. How, not dead? Not dead ?
The Guard,how? Oh difpatch me.
Enter
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Enter a Guard*
ï.Guard, What's the noife ?
Ant, I haue done my worke ill Friends :
Oh make an end of what 1 haue begun*
2 The Starre is falne.
I And time is at his Period*
AIL Alas, and woe.
Ant. Let him that loues me,{lrike me dead.
1 Not I,
2 Nor I.
3 Nor any one. exeunt
Dercetué.Thy death and fortunes bid thy folowers fly
This fword but fliewne to Cajar with this tydings,
Shall enter me with him.
Enter Diomedes*
Dh. Where's Anthony ?
Deere. There Diomed there.
1d>iom. Liues he : wilt thou not anfwer man ?
Ant. Art thou there Diomed^
Draw thy fword, and giue mee,
Suffifing ftrokes for death.
Diotn. Moft abfolute Lord :
My Miftri? Cleopatra fent me to thee.
Ant. When did ihee fend thee?
^iom. Now my Lord.
Anth' Where is ihe ? (feare
D/W.Lockt in her Monument:ihe had a Prophefying
Of what hath come to palfe s for when ihe faw
(Which neuer ihall be found) you did fufpeit
She had difpos'd with Cajar^ and that your rage
Would not be purg'd, ihe fent you word ihe was dead :
But fearing fince how it might worke, hath fent
Me to proclaime the truth, and I am come
1 dread, too late.
.^«f.Too late good Diomedx call m/Guard I prythee.
D'lo. What hoa : the Emperors Guard,
The Guard,what hoa Come,your Lord calles.
Enter e^. or of the Guard of ^Anthony,
Ant. Beare me good Friends where Cleopatra bides,
'Tis the laft feruice that I ihall command you.
I Woe, woe are we fir, you may not liue to weare
All your true Followers out.
AIL Moft heauy day.
Ant.'^zy good my Fellowes, do not pleafe iharp fate
To grace it with your forrowes. Bid that welcome
Which comes to puniih vs,and we puniih it
Seeming to beare it lightly. Take me vp,
I haue led you oft, carry me now good Friends,
And haue my thank.es for all. Exit bearing Anthony
Enter Cleopatray and her Maides aloft^ xvith
Charmian <¡T Iras.
Cleo. Oh Charmtany I will neuer go from hence.
Char. Be comforted deere Madam.
CUo. No, I will not :
All ftrange and terrible euents are welcome,
But comforts we difpife ; our fize of ibrrow
Proportion'd to our caufe, muft be as great
As that which makes it.
Enter Diomed.
How now? is he dead ?
fDiom. His death's vpon him, but not dead.
Looke out o'th other fide your Monument,
His Guard haue brought him thither.
Enter Anthony-^and the Guard.
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Cleo. Oh Sunne,
Burne the great Sphere thou mou'ft in, darkling ftand
The varrying ihore o'iWvíOÚá.O Antony^Antony^Antony
Helpe Charmîany helpe Iras helpe : helpe Friends
Below, let's draw him hither.
Ant, Peace,
Not C*^fars Valour hath o'rethrowne Anthony^
But Anihonie^% hath Triumpht on it felfe.
Cleo. So it ftiould be,
That none but Anthony ihould conquer Anthony^
But woe 'tis fo.
Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying j onelyi
I heere importune death a-while, vntill
Of many thoufand kiifes, the poore laft
I lay vpon thy lippes.
Cleo. I dare not Deere,
Deere my Lord pardon : I dare not,
Leaft I be taken : not th'Imperious ihew
Of the fulUFortun'd Cajar^ euer Ihall
Be brooch'd with me, if Knife, Drugges, Serpents haue
Edge, fting, or operation. 1 am fafe :
Your Wife OElauta^ with her modeft eyes.
And ftill Conclufion, ihall acquire no Honour
Demuring vpon me ; but come, come Anthony^
Helpe me my women, we muft draw thee vp :
Aflift good Friends.
Ant. Oh quicke, or I am gone.
Cleo. Heere's fport indeede :
How heauy weighes my Lord ?
Our ftrength is all gone into heauinefle.
That makes the waight. Had I great Iuno''t power,
The ftrong wing'd Mercury /hould fetch thee vp.
And fet thee by loues fide. Yet come a little,
Wiihers were euer Fooles» Oh come, come, come,
They heaue Anthony aloft to Cleopatra.
And welcome, welcome. Dye when thou haft liu'd,
Quicken with kiíTing : had my lippes that power.
Thus would I weare them out.
AIL A heauy fight.
Ant. I am dying Egypt, dying,
Giue me fome Wine, and let me fpeake a little.
Cleo. No, let me fpeake, and let me rayle fo hye,
That the falfe Hufwife Fortune, breake her Wheele,
Prouok'd by my offence.
Ant. One word (Cwect Queene)
Of Ceefar feeke your Honour, with your fafety. Oh.
C/eo. They do not go together.
Ant. Gentle heare me.
None about Csefar truft, but Proculeius.
Cleo. My Refolution, and my hands. He truft.
None about Cafar.
Ant. The miferable change now at my end,^
Lament nor forrow at : but pleafe your thoughts
In feeding them with thofe my former Fortunes
Wherein I liued. The greateft Prince o'th'world.
The Nobleft: and do now not bafely dye.
Not Cowardly put oft* my Helmet to
My Countreyman. A Roman, by a Roman
Valiantly vanquiih'd. Now my Spirit is going,
I can no more.
Cleo. Nobleft of men, woo't dye ?
Haft thou no care of me, ftiall I abide
In this dull world, which in thy abfence is
No better then a Stye ? Oh fee my women :
The Crowne o'th'earth doth melt. My Lord ?
Oh wither'd is the Garland of the Warre,
The
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The Souldiers pole !s falne : young Boyes and Gyrles
Are leuell now with men : The oddes is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkeable
Beneath the vifiting Moone.
Char. Oh quietnefle, Lady.
Iras. She's dead too, our Soueraigne.
Char. Lady.
Iras. Madam.
Char. Oh Madam, Madam, Madam.
Iras. Royall Egypt : Emprefle.
Qhar, Peace, peace,/roa.
Cleo. No more but in a Woman,and commanded
By fuch poore paffion, as the Maid tliat Milices,
And doe's the meaneft chares. It were for me.
To throw my Scepter at the iniurious Gods,
To tell them that this World did equall theyrs.
Till they had ftolne our lewell. All's but naught :
Patience is fottiih, and impatience does
Become a Dogge that's mad : Then is it fmne.
To rulh into the fecret houfe of death.
Ere death dare come to vs. How do you Women f
What, what good cheere ? Why how now Charmian ?
My Noble Gyrles ? Ah Women, women I Loolce
Our Lampe is fpent, it's out. Good firs, take heart,
Wee'l bury him : And then, what's braue, what's Noble,
Let's doo't after the high Roman falhion.
And make death proud to take vs. Come,away,
This cafe of that huge Spirit now is cold.
Ah Women, Women I Come, we haue no Friend
But Refolution,and the breefeft end.
Exeunt, bearing of jinthonies body.
Enter Cafar,Agrippa,DoUabella, Menas ¡with
his Counjell of Warre.
Cafar, Go to him DoUahella, bid him yeeld.
Being fo fruftrate, tell him.
He mockes the pawfes that he makes.
Dot. Cafar, I lhall.
Enter 'decretas tpith the fword of Anthony.
Caf. Wherefore is that.' And what art thou that dar'ft
Appeare thus to vs?
■©ff. I am call'd Decretas,
Marine Anthony I feru'd, who beft was worthie
Beft to be feru'd : whil'ft he ftood vp,and fpoke
He was my Matter, and I wore my life
To fpend vpon his haters. If thou pleafe
To take me to thee, as I was to him.
He be to Cafar ; if y pleafeft not, I yeild thee vp my life.
Qafar. What is't thou fay'ft.'
Dec. I fay (Oh Cafar) Anthony is dead.
Cafar. The breaking of fo great a thing, fliould make
A greater cracke. The round World
Should haue ttiooke Lyons into ciuill ftreets.
And Cittizens to their dennes. The death of cAnthony
Is not a fingle doome, in the name lay
A moity of the world.
Dec. He is dead Cafar,
Not by a publike minitter of luftice.
Nor by a hyred Knife, but that felfe-hand
Which writ his Honor in the Ails 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 ftain'd
With his moft Noble blood.
Caf. Looke you fad Friends,
Tragédie of
The Gods rebuke me, but it is Tydings
To walh the eyes of Kings.
Dot. And ttrange it is.
That Nature mutt compelí vs to lament
Our moft perfifted deeds.
Mec.li'ii taints and Honours, wag'd equal with him.
Dola. A Rarer fpirit neuer
Did fteere humanity : but you Gods will giue vs
Some ñults to make vs men. Cafar h touch'd.
Mec. When fuch a fpacious Mirror's fet before him.
He needes mutt fee him felfe.
Cafar. Oh Anthony,
I haue followed thee to this, but we do launch
Difeafes in our Bodies. I mutt: perforce
Haue fliewne to thee fuch a declining day.
Or looke on thine : we could not ftall 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 defigne ; my Mate in Empire,
Friend and Companion in the front of Warre,
The Arme of mineowne Body,and the Heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle; that our Starres
Vnreconciliable, fiiould diuide our equalnette to this.
Heare me good Friends,
But I will tell you at fome meeter Seafon,
The bufinefle of this man lookes out of him,
Wee'l heare him what he fayes.
Enter an e/Egyptian.
Whence are you
tcAlgyp. A poore Egyptian yet, the Qi^een my miftris
Confin'd in all, flie has her Monument
Of thy intents, delires, inftruélion.
That file preparedly may frame her felfe
To'th'way Ihee's forc'd too.
Cafar. Bid her haue good heart.
She foone lhall know of vs, by fome of ours.
How honourable, and how kindely Wee
Determine for her. For Cafar cannot leaue to be vngentle
eAlgypt. So the Gods preferue thee. Exit,
Caf. Come hither Procu/eitts. Go and fay
We purpofe her no lhame : giue her what comforts
The quality of her paflion lhall require ;
Leaft in her greatnelTe, by fome mortall ftroke
She do defeate vs. For her life in Rome,
Would be eternall in our Triumph : Go,
And with your fpeedieft bring vs what Ihe fayes.
And how you finde of her.
Pro. Cafar I lhall. Exit Proculeius.
Caf. Gallus, go you along : where's Dolabella, to fé¬
cond Proculeius ?
All. Dolabella.
Caf. Let him alone : for I remember now
How hee's imployd : he lhall in time be ready.
Go with me to my Tent, where you lhall fee
How hardly I was drawne into this Warre,
How calme and gentle I proceeded ftill
In all my Writings. Go with me, and fee
What I can fliew in this. Exeunt.
Enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian. ^
Cleo. My defolation does begin to make
A better life : Tis paltry to be Cafar ;
Not being Fortune, hee's but Fortunes knaue,
A minitter of her will : and it is great
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To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which ihackles accedents, and bolts vp changej
Which ileepes, and neuer pallates more the dung,
The beggers Nurfe, and Cafars.
Enter froculeiuá.
Pro, Cafar fends greeting to the Queene of Egypt,
And bids thee (ludy on what faire demands
Thou mean'ft to haue him grant thee.
Cleo, What's thy name ?
^ro. My name is Procukiui,
Cleo. Anthony
Did tell me of you, bad me truft you, but
] do not greatly care to be deceiu'd
That haue no vfe for trufting. If yourlMafter
Would haue a Queece his begger, you muft tell him.
That Maiefty to Jceepe decorunty muft?
No lefle begge then a Kingdome : if he pleafe
To giue me conquered Egypt for my Sonne,
He giues me fo much of mine owne, as I
Will kneele to him with thankes.
^ro. Be of good cheere :
Y'are falne into a Princely hand, feare nothing,
Make your full reference freely to my Lord,
Who is fo full of Grace, that it flowes euer
On all that neede. Let me report to him
Your fweet dependacie, and you ihall finde
A Conqueror that will pray in ayde for kindnefte.
Where he for grace is kneel'd too.
Cleo. Pray you tell him,
I am his Fortunes VaiTall, and I fend him
The Greatnefle he has got. I hourely learne
A Doctrine of Obedience, and would gladly
Looke him i'th'Face.
Pro, This He report (deere Lady)
Haue comfort, for I know your plight is pittied
Of him that caus'd it.
Pro. You fee how eafily ihe may be furprizM :
Guard her till Cafar come.
Iras. Royal! Queene.
Char. Oh Cleopatra, thou art taken Queene,
Cleo. Quicke, quicke, good hands*
Tro. Hold worthy Lady, hold ;
Doe not your felfe fuch wrong, who are in this
Rcleeu'd, but not betraid.
Cleo. What of death too that rids our dogs of langui íh
Pro. Cleopatra, do not abufe my Mafters bounty, by
Th'vndoing of your felfe : Let the World fee
His Noblenefle well ad^ed, which your death
Will neuer let come forth.
Cleo. Where art thou Death ?
Come hither come 5 Come, come, and take a Queene
Worth many Babes and Beggers.
Pro. Oh temperance Lady.
Cleo, Sir, I will eate no meate, He not drinke fir,
If idle talke will once be neceifary
He not fleepe neither. This mortall houfe He ruine,
Do Cafar what he can. Know fir, that I
Will not waite pinnionM at your Mafters Court,
Nor once be chaftic'd with the fober eye
Of dull OSiau'ia. Shall they hoyft me vp,
And /hew me to the Ihowting Varlotarie
Of cenfuring Rome ? Rather a ditch in Egypt,
Be gentle graue vnto me, rather on Nylus mudde
Lay me ftarke-nak'd, and let the water-Flies
Blow me into abhorring ; rather make
My Countries high pyramides my Gibbet,
And hang me vp in Chaines.
Pro. You do extend
Thefe thoughts of horror further then you /hall
Finde caufe in Cafar,
Enter Dolabella.
Dol, ProculeiuSy
What thou haft done, thy Mafter Cafar knowes.
And he hath fent for thee : for the Qu^eene,
He take her to my Guard.
Pro. So Tlolabella,
It /hall content me beft ; Be gentle to her,
To Cafar I will fpeake, what you lhall pleafe,
If you'l imploy me to him. Exit Proculeius
Cleo. Say, 1 would dye.
Dol. Moft Noble Emprefle, you haue heard of me.
Cleo. I cannot tell.
Dol. Afluredly you know me.
Cleo, No matter fir, \Vhat I haue heard or knowne :
You laugh when Boyes or Women tell their Dreames,
Is*t not your tricke f
Dol. I vnderftand not, Madam.
Cleo. I dreampt there was an Emperor tAnthony^
Oh fuch another lleepe, that I might fee
But fuch another man.
Do/. If it might pleafe ye.
Cleo. His face was as the Heau'ns, and therein ftucke
A Sunne and Moone, which kept their courfe, Sc lighted
The little o'th'earth.
"Dol. Moft Soueraigne Creature.
Cleo. His legges beftrid the Ocean, his rear'd arme
Crefted the world : His voyce was propertied
As all the tuned Spheres, and that to Friends :
But when he meant to quaile, and /hake the Orbe,
He was as ratling Thunder. For his Bounty,
There was no winter in't. An Anthony it was,
That grew the more by reaping : His delights
Were Dolphin-like, they ihew'd his backe aboue
The Element they liu'd in : In his Liuery
Walk'd Crownes and Crownets: Realms & I/lands were
As plates dropt from his pocket.
Dol. Cleopatra.
Qleo. Thinke you there was, or might be fuch a man
As this I dreampt of?
Dol. Gentle Madam, no.
Cleo. You Lye vp to the hearing of the Gods :
But if there be, nor euer were one fuch
It's paft the fize of dreaming : Nature wants ftuffe
To vie ftrange formes with fancie, yet t'imagine
An Anthony were Natures peece, 'gainft Fancie,
Condemning /hadowes quite.
Dol. Heare me, good Madam :
Your lofle is as your felfe, great j and you beare it
As anfwering to the waight, would I might neuer
Ore-take purfu'de fuccefle : But I do feele
By the rebound of yours, a greefe that fuites
My very heart at roote.
Cleo. I thanke you fir :
Know you what Cafar meanes to do with me ?
Dol, I am loath to tell you what, I;would you knew.
Cleo. Nay pray you fir.
'Dol. Though he be Honourable.
Cleo. Hee'i leade me then in Triumph.
Dol. Madam he will, I know't. Flourifh.
Enter Proculeius, Cafar, Gallus, Mecenas,
and others of his Traîne.
All, Make way there Cafar,
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C¿ef, Which is the Queene of Egypt.
Dol. It is the Emperor Madam. Cko. J^neeîes.
Cafar, Arire,you íhall not kneele î
I pray you rife, rife Egypt.
Cleo, Sir, the Gods will haue it thus,
My Mafter and my Lord I muft obey,
Cafar, Take to you no hard thoughts,
The Record of what iniuries you did vs,
Though written in our fleih, we lhall remember
As things but done by chance.
CUo, Sole Sir o'th'World,
I cannot proiedt mine owne caufe fo well ^
To make it cleare, but do confefTe I haue
Bene laden with like frailties, which before
Haue often íhamM our Sex.
Cafar. Cleopatra know,
We will extenuate rather then inforce j
If you apply your felfe to our intents,
Which towards you are moft gentle, you ihall finde
A benefit in this change : but if you feeke
To lay on me a Cruelty, by taking
jinthonies courfe, you ihall bereaue your felfe
Of my good purpofes, and put your children
To that deftrudlion which lie guard them from.
If thereon you relye. lie take my leaue.
Cleo.Aná may through all the world : tis yours, & we
your Scutcheons, and your fignes of Conqueft ihall
Hang in what place you pleafe. Here my good Lord.
Cafar. You ihall aduife me in ail for Cleopatra.
Cleo. This is the breefe : of Money, Plate, & le weis
I am poiTeft of, 'tis exa(5IIy valewed.
Not petty things admitted. Where's Seleuciu ?
Seleu. Heere Madam.
Cleo. This is myTreafurer, let him fpeake (my Lord)
Vpon his perill, that I haue referu'd
To my felfe nothing. Speake the truth Selcucus.
Seleu. Madam, I had rather fecle my lippes,
Then to my perill fpeake that which is not.
Cleo. What haue I kept backe.
Sel. Enough to purchafe what you haue made known
Qafar. Nay bluih not Cleopatra^ I approue
Your Wifedome in the deede.
Cleo. See Cafar : Oh behold.
How pompe is followed : Mine will now be yours.
And ihould we ihift eftates, yours would be mine.
The ingratitude of this Seleucuá, does
Euen make me wilde. Oh Slaue, of no more truft
Then loue that's hyr'd ? W^hat goeft thou backe, y ihalt
Go backe I warrant thee : but lie catch thine eyes
Though they had wings. Slaue, Soule-leiTe, Villain,Dog.
O rarely bafe !
Cafar. Good Queene, let vs intreat you.
Cleo. O Cafar, what a wounding ihame is this,
That thou vouchfafing heere to vifitme.
Doing the Honour of thy LordlineiTe
To one fo meeke, that mine owne Seruant ihould
Parcell the fummeof my difgraces, by
Addition of hisEnuy. Say (good Cafar)
That I feme Lady trifles haue referu'd,
Immoment toyes, things of fuch Dignitie
As we greet moderne Friends withall, and fay
Some Nobler token I haue kept apart
For Liuia and OFlauia, to induce
Their mediation, muft I be vnfolded
With one that I haue bred :The Gods! it fmites me
Beneath the fall I haue. Prythee go hence,
Or I ihall ihew the Cynders of my fpirits
Through th'Aihes of my chance : Wcr't thou a man.
Thou would'ft haue mercy on me.
Cafar. Forbeare Seleucue,
C/eo. Be it known, that we the greateft are mif-thoght
For things that others do : and when we /all.
We anfwer others merits, in our name
Are therefore to be pittied.
Cafar, Cleopatra,
Not what you haue referu'd, nor what acknowledg'd
Put we i'th'Roll of Conqueft : ftill bee't yours,
Beftow it at your pleafure, and beleeue
Cafars no Merchant, to make prize with you
Of things that Merchants fold. Therefore be cheer'd,
Make not your thoughts your prifons : No deere Q^een,
For we intend fo to difpofe you, as
Your felfe ihall glue vs counfell t Feede,and ileepe :
Our care and pitty is fo much vpon you,
That we remaineyour Friend, and fo adieu.
Cko. My Mafter,and my Lord.
Cafar. Not fo : Adieu. Flourijh.
Exeunt Cafar, and hie Traîne,
Cleo. He words me Gyrles, he words me,
That I ihould not be Noble to my felfe.
But hearke thee Charmian.
Jroá. Finifti good Lady, the bright day is done,
And we are for the darke.
Cko. Hye thee againe,
I haue fpoke already, and it is prouided.
Go put it to the hafte.
Char. Madam, I wilU
Enter ^olahella.
Dol, Where's the Queene?
Char. Behold fir.
Cko. Dolabella.
'Del. Madam, as thereto fworne, by your command
(Which my loue makes Religion to obey)
I tell you this : Cafar through Syria
Intends his iourney, and within three dayes.
You with your Children will he fend before.
Make your beft vfe of this. I haue perform'd
Your pleafure, and my promife.
Cko. Dolabella, I ihall remaine your debter.
Dol, I your Seruant :
Adieu good Queene, I muft attend on Cafar. Exit
Cko. Farewell, and thankes.
Now Jra¿, what think'ft thou?
Thou, an Egyptian Puppet ihall be ihewne
In Rome afwellas I : Mechanicke Slaues
With greazie Aprons,Rules,and Hammers ihall
Vplift vsto the view. In their thicke breathes,
Ranke of grofle dyet,lhall we be enclowded.
And forc'd to drinke their vapour.
Iras. The Gods forbid.
Cleo. Nay, 'tis moft certaine Iras : fawcie Lii/ors
Will catch at vslike Strumpets, and fcald Rimers
Ballads vs out a Tune. The quicke Comedians
Extemporally will ftage vs, and prefent
Our Alexandrian Reuels : Anthony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I lhall fee
Some fqueaking Ckopatra^oy my greatnefle
I'th'pofture of a Whore.
Iras. O the good Gods !
Cko. Nay that's certaine.
Iras. He neuer fee't ? for I am fure mine Nailcs
Are ftronger then mine eyes.
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Cleo. Why that's the way to foole their preparation,
And to conquer their moft abfurd intents.
^ Enter Charmian.
^tiov/Qharmian.
Shew me my Women like a Queene : Go fetch
My beft Attyres. I am againe for Cidrtu,
To meete Mar!^ Anthony, Sirra Irai, go
( Now Noble Charmian, wee'l difpatch indeede,)
And when thou haft done this chare, lie giue thee leaue
To play till Doomefday : bring our Crowne, and all.
A noije If ¡thin.
Wherefore's this noife ?
Enter a Guardjman.
Gardf. Heere is a rurall Fellow,
That will not be deny'de your HighnefTe prefence.
He brings you Figges.
Cleo. Let him come in. Exit Guard/man.
What poore an Inftrument
May do a Noble deede ; he brings me liberty :
My Refolution's plac'd, and 1 haue nothing
of woman in me : Now from head to foote
I am Marble confiant : now the fleeting Moone
No Planet is of mine.
Enter Guardjman, and Clorone.
GuardJ. This is the man.
Cleo. Auoid,and leaue him. Exit Guardjman.
Haft thou the pretty worme of Nylus there.
That killes and paines not.'
Clm. Truly 1 haue him : but I would not be the par-
tie that Ihould delire you to touch him, for his byting is
immortall ! thofe that doe dye of it, doe feldome or ne¬
uer recouer.
Cleo. Remember'ft thou any that haue dyed on't ?
Clote. Very many, men and women too. I heard of
one of them no longer then yefterday, a very honeft wo¬
man, but fomething giuen to lye, as a woman Ihould not
do, but in the way of honefty, how Ihe dyed of the by-
ting of it, what paine fhe felt: Truely, Ihe makes a vene
good report o'th'worme : but he that wil beleeue all that
they fay, fhall neuer be faued by hälfe that they do : but
this is moft falliable, the Worme's an odde Worme.
Cleo. Get thee hence, ferewell.
Clow. I wilh you all ioy of the Worme.
Cleo. Farewell.
Clo»'. You muft thinke this (looke you,) that the
Worme will do his kinde,
Cleo. I, I, farewell.
CloTv. Looke you, the Worme is not to bee trufted,
but in the keeping of wife people : for indeede, there is
no goodnelTe in the Worme.
Cleo. Take thou ho care, it fhall be heeded.
Clow. Very good : giue it nothing I pray you, for it
is not worth the feeding.
Cleo. Will it eate me ?
Clon. You muft not think I am fo Ample, but I know
the diuell himfelfe will not eate a woman : I know, that
a woman is a difh for the Gods, if the diuell dreffe her
not. But truly, thefe fame whorfon diuels doe the Gods
great harme in their women : for in euery tenne that they
make, the diuels marre flue.
Cleo. Well, get thee gone, farewell.
Clow. Yes forfooth : I wilh you ioy o'th'worm. Exit
Cleo. Giue me my Robe,put on my Crowne, I haue
Immortall longings in me. Now no more
The iuyce of Egypts Grape fhall moyft this lip.
Yare, yare, good Irai j quicke : Me thinkes 1 heare
Anthony call : I fee him rowfe himfelfe
To praife my Noble Ail. I heare him mock
The lucke of Ceejar, which the Gods giue men
To excufe their after wrath. Husband, I come :
Now to that name, my Courage proue my Title.
I am Fire, and Ayre ; my other Elements
I giue to bafer life. So,haue you done?
Come then, and take tbe laft warmth of my Lippes.
Farewell kinde Charmian, Irai, long farewell.
Haue I the Afpickein my lippes ? Doft fall?
If thou, and Nature can fo gently part.
The ftroke of death is as a Louers pinch.
Which hurts,and is defir'd. Doft thou lye ftill ?
If thus thou vanilheft, thou tell'ft the world.
It is not worth leaue-taking.
Char. Diflolue thicke c!owd,& Raine, that I may fay
The Gods themfelues do weepe.
Cleo. This proues me bafe :
If fhe lirft meete the Curled Anthony,
Hee'l make demand of her, and fpend that kille
Which is my heauen to haue. Come thou mortal wretch.
With thy Iharpe teeth this knot intrinlicate.
Of life at once vntye : Poore venomous Foole,
Be angry, and difpatch. Oh could'ft thou fpeake.
That I might heare thee call great Ceejar Afle, vnpolicied.
Char. Oh Eafterne Starre.
Cleo. Peace, peace :
Doft thou not fee my Baby at my breaft,
That fuckes the Nurfe afleepe.
Char. O breake ! O breake !
Cleo. As fweet as Balme, as foft as Ayre, as gentle.
O Anthony I Nay I will take thee too.
What flioul'd I ftay Dyes.
Char. In this wilde World ? So fare thee well:
Now boaft thee Death, in thy pofleflion lyes
A LaflTe vnparalell'd. Downie Windowes cloze.
And golden Phœbus, neuer be beheld
Of eyes againe fo Royall : your Crownes away.
He mend it, and then play
Enter the Guard rußling in, and "Dolabella,
I Guard. Where's the Queene?
Char. Speake foftly, wake her not.
I Ceejar hath fent
Char. Too flow a Meflenger.
Oh come apace, difpatch, I partly feele thee. ^
I Approach hoa.
All's not well : Ceejar's beguild.
1 There's Dolahella fent from Ceejar : call him.
I What worke is heere Charmian ?
Is this well done ?
Char. It is well done,and fitting for a PrinceflTe
Defcended of fo many Royall Kings.
Ah Souldier. Charmian dyes.
Enter ^Dolahella.
Dol. How goes it heere ?
a..Guard. All dead.
Dol. Ceejar, thy thoughts
Touch their effedls in this : Thy felfe art comming
To fee perform'd the dreaded Aft which thou
So fought'ft to hinder.
Enter Ceejar and all his Vraine, marching.
All. A way there, a way for Cefjar.
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Do!. Oh fir, you are too fare an Auguren
That you did feare, is done.
Cáfar. Braueft at the laft,
She leuell'd at our purpofes, and being Royall
Tooke her owne way : the manner of their deaths,
I do not fee them bleede.
Dol. Who was laft with them ?
I .Guard.A fimple Countryman, that broght hir Figs:
This was his Basket.
Cafar. Poyfon'd then.
^ .Guard. Oh Cafar:
This Charmian liu'd but now, flie ftood and fpake :
I found her trimming vp the Diadem ;
On her dead Miftris tremblingly ftie ftood.
And on the fodaine dropt.
Cafar. Oh Noble weakeneffe :
If they had fwallow'd poyfon, 'twould appeare
By externall fwelling: but Ihe lookes like fleepe.
As Ihe would catch another uinthony
In her ftrong toyle of Grace.
'Dol. Heere on her breft.
There is a vent of Bloud, and fomething blowne.
The like is on her Arme.
1 .Guard. This is an Afpickes traile.
And thefe Figge-leaues haue flime vpon them, fuch
As th'Afpicke leaues vpon the Caues of Nyle.
Cafar. Moft probable
That fo Ihe dyed : for her Phyfitian tels mee
She hath purfu'de Conclufions infinite
Of eafie wayes to dye. Take vp her bed.
And beare her Women from the Monument,
She lhall be buried by her tArtbony.
No Graue vpon the earth lhall clip in it
A payre fo famous : high euents as thefe
Strike thofe that make them : and their Story is
No lelTe in pitty, then his Glory which
Brought them to be lamented. Our Army fliall
In folemne Ihew, attend this Funerall,
And then to Rome. Come DolaheUa, fee
High Order, in this great Solmemnity. Exeunt omnes
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CYMBELINE.
<iÄ5lus 'Œ*rimus. Scœna 'Prima.
Enter two Gentlemen.
I. Gent.
Ou do not meet a man but Frownes.
Our bloods no more obey the Heauens
Then our Courtiers :
Still feeme, as do's the Kings,
Z.Gent. But what's the matter?
I. His daughter,and the heire ofs kingdome (whom
He purpos'd to his wiues lole Sonne, a Widdow
That late he married ) hath referr'd her felfe
Vnto a poore, but worthy Gentleman. She's wedded.
Her Husband banilh'd ; flie imprifon'd, all
Is outward forrow, though I thlnke the King
Be touch'd at very heart.
Î None but the King ?
1 He that hath loft her too i fo is the Queene,
That moft defir'd the Match. But not a Courtier,
Although they weare their faces to the bent
Of the Kings lookes, hath a heart that is not
Clad at the thing they fco wie at.
2 And why fo?
1 He that hath mifs'd the Princefle, is a thing
Too bad, for bad report : and he that hath her,
(I meane, that married her, alacke good man.
And therefore banilh'd) is a Creature, fuch.
As to feeke through the Regions of the Earth
For one, his like ; there would be fomething failing
In him, that Ihould compare. I do not thinke.
So faire an Outward, and fuch ftuffe Within
Endowes a man, but hee.
2 You fpeake him ferre.
1 I do extend him (Sir) within himfelfe,
Crulh him together, rather then vnfold
His mcafure duly.
2 What's his name, and Birth ?
I I cannot delue him to the roote : His Father
Was call'd Sicillius, who did ioyne his Honor
Againft the Romanes, with Caßhulan,
But had his Titles by Tenanilue, whom
He feru'd with Glory, and admir'd SuccelTe :
So gain'd the Sur-addition, Leonatm.
And had (belides this Gentleman in queftion)
Two other Sonnes, who in the Warres o'th'time
Dy'de with their Swords in hand. For which, their Father
Then old, and fond of ylTue, tooke fuch forrow
That he quit Being ; and his gentle Lady
Bigge of this Gentleman (our Theame) deceaft
As he was borne. The King he takes the Babe
To his proteilion, cals him Poßhumtu Leonaíteí,
Breedes him, and makes him of his Bed-chamber,
Puts to him all the Learnings that his time
Could make him the receiuer of, which he tooke
As we do ayre, fall as 'twas miniftred.
And in's Spring, became a Harueft : Liu'd in Court
(Which rare it is to do) moft prais'd, moft lou'd,
A fample to the yongeft: to th'more Mature,
A glalfe that feated them : and to the grauer,
A Childe that guided Dotards. To his Miftris,
(For whom he now is banilh'd) her owne price
Proclaimes how Ihe efteem'd him; and his Vertue
By her eleéliô may be truly read, what kind of man he is.
2 I honor him, euen out of your report.
But pray you tell me, is Ihe fole childe to'th'King ?
1 His onely childe :
He had two Sonnes (if this be worth your hearing,
Marke it) the eldeft of them, at three yeares old
I'th'fwathing cloathes, the other from their Nurfery
Were ftolne, and to this houre, no ghelfe in knowledge
Which way they went.
2 How long is this ago?
1 Some twenty yeares.
2 That a Kings Children Ihould be fo conuey'd,
So Backely guarded, and the fearch fo How
That could not trace them.
1 Howfoere, 'tis ftrange.
Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at :
Yet is it true Sir.
2 I do well beleeue you.
1 We mull forbeare. Heere comes the Gentleman,
The Queene, and Princefle. Exeunt
Seena Secunda.
Enter the Q^eenCy PoßbumuSy and Imogen.
No, be aíTurM you ihall not finde me(Daughter)
After the ilander of moft Step-Mothers,
Euill-ey'd vnto you. You're my Prifoner, but
Your Gaoler ftiali deliuer you the keyes
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That locke vp your reftraint. For you Poflhumui,
So foone as I can win th'offended King,
I will be knowne your Aduocate : marry yet
The fire of Rage is in him, and 'twere good
You lean'd vnto his Sentence, with what patience
Your wifedome may inforqpe you.
Poß. 'Pleafe your Highneffe,!
I will from hence to day.
SÍU. You know the perill :
He fetch a turne about the Garden, pittying
The pangs of barr'd Afféílions, though the King
Hath charg'd you fiiould not fpeake together. Exil
Into. O dilTembling Curtefiel How fine this Tyrant
Can tickle where Ihe wounds? My deereft Husband,
I fomething feare my Fathers wrath, but nothing
(Alwayes referu'd my holy duty) what
His rage can do on me. You muft be gone,
And I fliall heere abide the hourely (hot
Of angry eyes : not comforted to liue.
But that there is this lewell in the world,
That I may fee againe.
Poß, My Queene, my Miftris :
0 Lady, weepe no more, leaft I giue caufe
To be fufpeiled of more tendernelTe
Then doth become a man. I will remaine
The loyall'ft husband, that did ere plight troth.
My refidence in Rome, at one Fikrio's,
Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
Knowne but by Letter ¡.thither write (my Queene)
And with mine eyes, lie drinke the words you fend.
Though Inke be made of Gall.
Enter Queene,
Slu. Be briefe, I pray you :
If the King come, I (hall incurre, I know not
How much of his difpleafure : yet He moue him
To walke this way : I neuer do him wrong.
But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends :
Payes deere for my offences. '
Poß, Should we be taking leaue
As long a terme as yet we haue to liue.
The loathneffe to depart, would grow : Adieu.
Into. Nay, (lay a little :
Were you but riding forth to ayre your felfe.
Such parting were too petty. Looke heere (Loue)
This Diamond was my Mothers ¡ take it (Heart)
But keepe it till you woo another Wife,
When Imogen is dead.
Paß, How,how? Another?
You gentle Gods, giue me but this I haue.
And feare vp my embracements from a next.
With bonds of death. Remaine, remaine thou heere.
While fenfe can keepe it on : And fweeteft, faireft.
As I ( my poore felfe ) did exchange for you
To your fo infinite loffe ; fo in our trifles
1 ftill winne of you. For my fake weare this,
It is a Manacle of Loue, He place it
Vpon this fayreft Prifoner.
Into. O the Gods !
When (hall we fee againe ?
Enter Cymheline, and Lords,
Poß. Alacke, the King.
Cym, Thou bafeft thing, auoyd hence, from my fight:
If after this command thou fraught the Court
With thy vnworthineffe, thou dyeft. Away,
Thou'rt poyfon to my blood.
Poß, The Gods proteil you.
And bleffe the good Remainders of the Court :
I am gone. Exit.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
More fharpe then this is,
Cym, O diíloyall thing.
That fhould'fl repayre my youth, thou heap'ft
A yeares age on mee.
Imo, I befeech you Sir,
Harme not your felfe with your vexation,
I am fenfeleffe of your Wrath ¡ a Touch more rare
Subdues all pangs,all feares.
Cym, Paft Grace I Obedience?
Imo, Paft hope, and in difpaire, that way paft Grace,
Cym. That might'ft haue had
The fole Sonne of my Queene.
Imo, O bleffed, that 1 might not : I chofe an Eagle,
And did auoyd a Puttockc.
Cym, Thou took'ft a Begger, would'ft haue made my
Throne, a Seate for bafeneffe.
Imo, No, I rather added a luftre to it,
Cym. O thou vilde one !
Imo. Sir,
It is your fault that I haue lou'd Poßhumus :
You bred him as my Play-fellow, and he is
A man, worth any woman : Guer-buyes mee
Almoft the fumme he payes,
Cym, What? art thou mad ?
Imo, Almoft Sir : Heauen reftore ma : would I were
A Neat-heards Daughter, and my Leonatin
Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne,
Enter S^ueene,
Cym, Thou foolilh thing;
They were againe together : you haue done
Not after our command. Away with her,
And pen her vp,
S^u, Befeech your patience : Peace ,
Deere Lady daughter, peace. Sweet Soueraigne,
Leaue vs to our felues, and make your felf fome comfort
Out of your bell aduice.
Cym, Nay, let her languifh
A drop of blood a day, and being aged
Dye of this Folly, Exit,
Enter Pijanio,
Qu. Fye, you muft giue way :
Heere is your Seruant. How now Sir ? What newes ?
°Pija, My Lord your Sonne, drew on my Mailer,
Qu. Hah ?
No harme 1 truft is done ?
fija. There might haue beene.
But that my Mailer rather plaid, then fought.
And had no helpe of Anger : they were parted
By Gentlemen, at hand.
Slu. I am very glad on't,
Imo. Your Son's my Fathers friend, he takes his part
To draw vpon an Exile, O braue Sir,
I would they were in Affricke both together.
My felfe by with a Needle, that I might pricke
The goer backe. Why came you from your Mailer ?
Pifa. On his command : he would not fuffer mee
To bring him to the Hauen : left thefe Notes
Of what commands I Ihould be fubieil too,
Whcn't pleas'd you to employ me.
Su. This hath beene
Your faithfull Seruant : I dare lay mine Honour
He will remaine fo.
Pija. I humbly thanke your Highneffe.
Qu.
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Qu, Pray walke a-while.
Imo. About feme hälfe houre hence,
Pray you fpeake with me;
You ihall (at lead)go fee my Lord aboord.
For this time leaue me. Exeunt.
As he could make me with his eye, or eare,
Diftinguifli him from others, he did keepe
The Decke, with Gloue, or Hat, or Handkerchife,
Still wauing, as the fits and ftirres of's mind
Could beft exprcfle how flow his Soule fayl'd on.
How fwift his Ship.
Imo. Thou Ihould'ft haue made him.
As little as a Crow, or lefle, ere left
To after-eye him.
Pifi. Madam, fo I did.
Imo. I would haue broke mine eye-ftrlngs ;
Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution
Of fpace, had pointed him fliarpe as my Needle:
Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
The fmalnelfe of a Gnat, to ayre : and then
Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pifanio,
When fliall we heare from him.
Pifa. Be alTur'd Madam,
With his next vantage.
Imo. I did not take my leaue of him, but had
Moft pretty things to fay : Ere I could tell him
How I would thinke on him at certaine houres.
Such thoughts, and fuch : Or I could make him fweare.
The Shees of Italy Ihould not betray
Mine Intereft, and his Honour : or haue charg'd him
At the fixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight,
T'encounter me with Orifons, for then
I am in Heauen for him : Or ere I could,
Giue him that parting kifle, which I had fet
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father,
And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North,
Shakes all our buddes from growing.
Enter a Lady.
La. The Queene (.Madam)
Defires your Highnefle Company.
Imo. Thofe things I bid you do,'get them difpatch'd,
I will attend the Queene.
Pifa. Madam, I fliall. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter Clonen, and fseo Lords.
I. Sir, I would aduife you to Ihift a Shirt ; the Vio¬
lence of Aifion hath made you reek as a Sacrifice: where
ayre comes out, ayre comes in : There's none abroad fo
wholefome as that you vent.
Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to Ihift it.
Haue I hurt him
2 No faith : not fo much as his patience.
1 Hurt him ? His bodie's a paffable Carkafle if he bee
not hurt. It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt.
2 His Steele was in debt, it went o'th'Backe-fide the
Towne.
Clot. The Villaine would not ftand me.
2 Nç, but he fled forward fttll, toward your face.
1 Stand you .> you haue Land enough of your owne :
But he added to your hauing, gaue you fome ground.
2 As many Inches, as you haue Oceans( Puppies.)
Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs.
2 So would I, till you had meafur'd how long a Foole
you were vpon the ground.
Clot. And that Ihee Ihould loue this Fellow, and re-
fufe mee.
2 If it be a fin to make a true eleôion,iflie is damn'd.
1 Sir,as I told you alwayes ; her Beauty & her Braine
go not together. Shee's a good figne, but I haue feene
fmall refleilion of her wit.
2 She Ihines not vpon Fooles, lead the refleilion
Should hurt her.
Clot. Come, He to my Chamber ; would there had
beene fome hurt done.
2 I wifli not fo, vnleife it had bin thei fall of an Afle,
which is no great hurt.
Clot. You'l go with vs?
1 He attend your Lordfiiip.
Clot. Nay come, let's go togethe*.
2 Well my Lord. Sxeunt.
Seena Quinta.
Enter PhUarioy lachimo : a Erenchman^a 'Dutch'
man^ and a Spaniard.
lach. Beleeue it Sir, 1 haue feene him in Britaine; hee
was then of a CreiTent note, expected to proue fo woor-
thy, as fince he hath beene allowed the name of. But I
could then haue look'd on him, without the help of Ad¬
miration, though the Catalogue of his endowments had
bin tabled by his fide, and I to perufe him by Items.
Phil, You fpeake of him when he was leiTe furniih'd,
then now hee is, with that which makes him both with¬
out, and within.
French. I haue feene him in France : wee had very ma¬
ny there, could behold the Sunne, with as firme eyes as
hee.
lach. This matter of marrying his Kings Daughter,
wherein he muft be weighed rather by her valew, then
his owne, words him (I doubt not) a great deale from the
matter.
French, And then his baniihment.
lach, I, and the approbation of thofe that weepe this
lamentable diuorce vnder her colours, are wonderfully
to
Seena Quarta.
Enter Imogen^and Pifanio.
Imo.l would thou grew'ft vnto the fliores o'th'Hauen,
And queftioned'ft euery Salle : if he ihould write.
And I not haue it, 'twere a Paper loft
As olfer'd mercy is : What was the laft
That he fpake to thee.'
Pifa. It was his Queene, his Queene.
Imo. Then wau'd his Handkerchiefe .'
Pifa. And kift it. Madam.
Imo. Senfelefle Linnen,happier therein then I:
And that was all ?
Pifa. No Madam : for fo long
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to extend him, be it but to fortifie her iudgement, which
elfe an eafie battery might lay flat,for taking a Begger
without lefle quality.But how comes it,he is to foiourne
with you ? How creepes acquaintance
Phil. His Father and I were Souldiers together, to
whom I haue bin often bound for no lefiTe then my life.
Enter PoñbumM.
Heere comes the Britaine. Let him be fo entertained a-
mong'ft you,as fuites with Gentlemen of your knowing,
to a Stranger of his quality. I befeech you all be better
knowne to this Gentleman, whom I commend to you,
as a Noble Friend of mine. How Worthy he is, I will
leaue to appeare hereafter, rather then ftory him in his
owne hearing.
French. Sir, we haue knowne togither in Orleance.
Po/î.Since when, I haue bin debtor to you for courte-
fies, which I will be euer to pay,and yet pay ftill.
French. Sir,you o're-rate my poore kindnefle,I was
glad 1 did attone my Countryman and you; it had beene
pitty you Ihould haue beene put together, with fo mor-
tall a purpofe, as then each bore, vpon importance of fo
flight and triuiall a nature.
PoSi. By your pardon Sir, I was then a young Trauel-
ler, rather fliun'd to go euen with what I heard, then in
my euery adlion to be guided by others experiences: but
vpon my mended iudgement (ifI offend to fay it is men¬
ded) my Quarrell was not altogether flight.
French, faith yes, to be put to the arbiterment of
Swords, and by fuch two,that would by all likelyhood
haue confounded one the other, or haue falne both.
lach. Can we with manners, aske what was the dif¬
ference ?
French, Safely, I thinke, 'twas a contention in pub-
licke, which may (without contradidfion) fuffer the re¬
port. It was much like an argument that fell out laft
night, where each of vs fell in praife of our Country-
Miftrefles. This Gentleman,at that time vouching (and
vpon warrant of bloody affirmation ) his to be more
Faire, Vertuous, Wife, Chafte, Confiant, Qualified, and
leffe attemptible then any, the rarefl of our Ladies in
Fraunce.
lach. That Lady is not now lining; or this Gentle-
mans opinion by this,worne out.
Pafl. She holds her Vertue llill,and I my mind.
lach. You mull not fo farre preferre her, 'fore ours of
Italy.
Poflh. Being fo farre prouok'd as I was in France: I
would abate her nothing, though I profefTe my felfe her
Adorer,not her Friend.
lach. As faire, and as good : a kind of hand in hand
comparifon, had beene fomething too faire, and too
good for any Lady in Britanie; if fhe went before others.
I haue feene as that Diamond of yours out-lullers many
I haue beheld, I could not beleeue /he excelled many :
but I haue not feene the mofl pietious Diamond that is,
nor you the Lady,
Poß. I prais'd her,as I rated her : fo do I my Stone.
lach. What do you elleeme it at.'
Poß. More then the world enioyes.
lach. Either your vnparagon'd Miilirs is dead, or
fhe's out-priz'd by a trifle.
Poß. You are miflaken : the one may be folde or gi'
uen, or if there were wealth enough for the purchafes,or
merite for the guift. The other is not a thing for fale,
and onely the guift of the Gods.
lach. Which the Gods haue giuen you ?
Poß. Which by their Graces I will keepe.
lach. You may weare her in title yours : but you
know ftrange Fowle light vpon neighbouring Ponds.
Your Ring may be flolne too,fo your brace of vnprizea-
ble Eflimations, the one is but fraile, and the other Cafu-
all;, A cunning Thiefe, or a ( that way ) accompli/h'd
Courtier, would hazzard the winning both of firft and
laft.
Pofi. Your Italy ,containes none fo accomplifh'd a
Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Millris : if in the
holding or lofTe of chat, you terme her fraile, I do no¬
thing doubt you haue llore of Theenes, notwithllanding
I feare not my Ring.
Phil. Let vs leaue heere, Gentlemen ?
Poß. Sir, with all my heart. This worthy Signior I
thanke him, makes no ftranger of me, we are familiar at
firfl.
lach. With flue times fo much conuerfation,I Ihould
get ground of your faire Miflris; make her go backe, e-
uen to the yeilding, had I admittance, and opportunitie
to friend.
Poß. No, no.
lach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my £-
llate, to your Ring, which in my opinion o're-values it
fomething : but I make my wager rather againfl your
Confidence, then her Reputation. And to barre your of¬
fence heerein to, I dürft attempt it againfl any Lady in
the world.
Poß. You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a per-
fwafion,and I doubt not you fuftaine what y'are worthy
of, by your Attempt.
lach. What's rhat?
Poßh, A Repulle though your Attempt ( as you call
it) deferue more;a punifhment too.
Phi. Gentlemen enough of this, it came in too fo-
dainely,let it dye as it was borne, and I pray you be bet¬
ter acquainted.
lach. Would I had put my Eflate,and my Neighbors
on th'approbation of what I haue fpoke,
Poß. What Lady would you chufe to a/Taile ?
lach. Yours, whom in conftancie you thinke Hands
fo fafe. I will lay you ten thoufands Duckets to your
Ring, that commend me to the Court where your La¬
dy is, with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a
fécond conference, and I will bring from thence, that
Honor of hers, which you imagine fo referu'd.
Poñhmuá, I will wage againfl your Gold, Gold to
it: My Ring I holde deere as my finger, 'tis part of
it.
lach. You are a Friend, and there in the wifer : if you
buy Ladies flefh at a Million a Dram, you cannot pre-
feure it from tainting; but I fee you haue fome Religion
in you, that you feare.
Poßhu. "This is but a cufióme in your tongue : you
beare a grauer purpofe I hope.
lach. I am the Mailer of my fpee ches, and would vn-
der-go what's fpoken,I fweare.
Poßhu. Will you.' I lhall hut lend my Diamond till
your returne : let there be Couenants drawne between's.
My Miftris exceedes in goodnefre,the hugenelfe of your
vnworthy thinking. I dare you to this match : heere's my
Ring.
Phil, I will haue it no lay.
lach. By the Gods it is one : if I bring you no fuffi-
cient teftiroony that I haue enioy'd the deereft bodily
part of your Miftrii:my ten thoufand Duckets are yours,
fo
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fo is your Diamond too : if I come off, and leaue her in
fuch honour as you haue truft in ; Shee your lewell, this
your lewell, and my Gold are lyours : prouided, I haue
your commendation, for my more free entertainment.
Pofl. 1 embrace thefe Conditions, let vs haue Articles
betwixt vs ! onely thus farre you lhall anfwere, if you
make your voyage vpon her, and giue me direifly to vn-
derffand, you haue preuayl'd, I am no further your Ene¬
my, Ihee is not worth our debate. If fhee remaine vnfe-
duc'd, you not making it appeare otherwife ; for your ill
opinion,and th'affault you haue made to her chaftity,you
lhall anfwer me with your Sword.
lach. Your hand, aCouenant: wee will haue thefe
things fet downe by lawfull Counfell, and ftraight away
for Britaine, leaft the Bargaine fhould catch colde, and
fterue : I will fetch my Gold, and haue our two Wagers
recorded.
Pofl. Agreed.
French. Will this hold, thinke you.
Phil. Signior lachimo will not from it.
Pray let vs follow 'em. Exeunt
Seena Sexta.
Enter Queene, Ladiet, and Cornelius.
Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground.
Gather thofe Flowers,
Make hafte. Who ha's the note of them
Lady. 1 Madam.
Siueen. Difpatch. Exit Ladies.
Now Mafter Doilor, haue you brought thofe drugges ?
Cer. Pleafeth your Highnes, I : here they are, Madam:
But I befeech your Grace, without offence
( My Confcience bids me aske ) wherefore you haue
Commanded of me thefe moft poyfonous Compounds,
Which are the moouers of a languilhing death :
But though flow, deadly.
jQa. I wonder, Doûor,
Thou ask'ft me fuch a Queftion : Haue I not bene
Thy Pupill long ? Haft thou not learn'd me how
To make Perfumes? Diftill ? Preferue ? Yea fo.
That our great King himfelfe doth woo me oft
For my Confeflions ? Hauing thus farre proceeded,
(Vnleffe thou think'ft me diuellifti) is't not meete
That I did amplifie my lodgement in
Other Conclulions ? I will try the forces
Of thefe thy Compounds, on fuch Creatures as
We count not worth the hanging (but none humane)
To try the vigour of them, and apply
Allayments to their Ail, and by them gather
Their feuerall vertues, and effeils.
Cor. Your Highneffe
Shall from this prailife, but make hard your heart:
Befides, the feeing thefe effeils will be
Both noyfome, and infeilious.
ß«. O content thee.
Enter Pifanio.
Heere comes a flattering Rafcall, vpon him
Will I firft worke : Hee's for his Mafter,
And enemy to my Sonne. How now Pijanio ?
Doilor, your feruice for this time is ended.
Take your owne way.
Cor. I do fufpefl you. Madam,
But you fhall do no harme.
Qu, Hearke thee,a word.
Car. I do not like her. She doth thinke fhe ha's
Strange ling'ring poyfons : I do know her fpirit.
And will not trull one of her malice, with
A drugge of fuch damn'd Nature. 'Thofe fhe ha's.
Will ftupifie and dull the Senfe a-while.
Which firft (perchance) Ihee'l proue on Cats and Dogs,
Then afterward vp higher : but there is
No danger in what Ihew of death it makes.
More then the locking vp the Spirits a time.
To be more frelh, reuiuing. She is fooTd
With a moftfalfe effefl : and I, the truer.
So to be falfe with her.
¿ly. No further feruice, Doilor,
Vntill I fend for thee.
Cor. I humbly take my leaue. Exit.
Qu. Weepes fhe ftill(faift thou?)
Doft thou thin kein time
She will not quench, and let inftruilions enter
Where Folly now pofTefTes? Do thou worke :
When thou fhalt bring me word fhe loues my Sonne,
He tell thee on the inftant, thou art then
As great as is thy Mafter : Greater, for
His Fortunes all lye fpeechlefTe, and his name
Is at laft gaspe. Returne he cannot, nor
Continue where he is : To Ihift his being.
Is to exchange one mifery with another.
And euery day that comes, comes to decay
A dayes worke in him. What fhalt thou expeil
To be depender on a thing that leanes?
Who cannot be new built, nor ha's no Friends
So much, as but to prop him ? Thou tak'ft vp
Thou know'ft not what : But take it for thy labour.
It is a thing I made, which hath the King
Fine times redeem'd from death. I do not know
What is more Cordiall. Nay, I prythee take it.
It is an earneft of a farther good
That I meane to thee. Tell thy Miftris how
The cafe ftands with her : doo't, as from thy felfe;
Thinke what a chance thou changeft on, but thinke
Thou haft thy Miftris ftill, to boote, my Sonne,
Who fhall take notice of thee. He moue the King
To any fhape of thy Preferment, fuch
As thou'lt delire : and then my felfe, I cheefely.
That fet thee on to this defert, am bound
To loade thy merit richly. Call my women. Exit Pifa.
Thinke on my words. A flye, and confiant knaue.
Not to be fhak'd : the Agent for his Mafter,
And the Remembrancer of her, to hold
The hand-faft to her Lord. I hauegiuen him that.
Which if he take, fhall quite vnpeople her
Of Leidgers for her Sweete : and which, fhe after
Except fhe bend her humor, lhall be aifur'd
To tafte of too.
Enter Pifanio,and Ladies.
So, fo : Well done, well done :
The Violets, Cowllippes, and the Prime-Rofes
Beare to my ClofTet : Fare thee well, Pifanio.
Thinke on my words. Exit Fiu. and Ladies.
Pifa. And fhall do :
But when to my good Lord, I proue vntrue.
He choake my felfe : there's all He do for you. Exit.
Seena
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'The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Seena Séptima.
Enter Imogen alone.
Imo. A Father cruell, and a Stepdame falfe,
A Fooliih Suitor to a Wedded-Lady,
That hath her Husband bani/h'd : O, that Husband,
My fupreame Crowne of griefe, and thofe repeated
Vexations of it. Had I bin Theefe-ftolne,
As my two Brothers, happy : but moft miferable
Is the dehres that's glorious. Blelîed be thofe
How meane fo ere, that haue their honeft wills.
Which feafons comfort. Who may this be Fye.
Enter Pijanio, and lachimo.
Pifa. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome»
Comes from my Lord with Letters.
lach. Change you. Madam :
The Worthy Leonatta is in fafety.
And greetes your Highnefle deerely.
Imo. Thanks good Sir,
You're kindly welcome.
lach. All of her, that is out of doore, moft rich :
If Ihe be furnifli'd with a mind fo rare
She is alone th'Arabian-Bird; and I
Haue loft the wager. Boldnefle be my Friend :
Arme me Audacitie from head to foote,
Orlike the Parthian I ihall flying fight.
Rather direöly fly.
Imogen reads.
He à one of the Nohleß note, to whofe hjndnejfes I am moß in-
finitely tied. ReßeSI vpon him accordingly, a¿ you value your
truß. Leonatus.
So farre I reade aloud.
But euen the very middle of my heart
Is warm'd by'th'reft, and take it thankefully.
You are as welcome( worthy Sir) as I
Haue words to bid you, and ftiall finde it fo
In all that I can do.
lach. Thankes fàireft Lady :
What are men mad? Hath Nature giuen them eyes
To fee this vaulted Arch, and the rich Crop
Of Sea and Land, which can diftinguifli 'twixt
The firie Orbes aboue, and the twinn'd Stones
Vpon the number'd Beach, and can we not
Partition make with Speilales fo prêtions
Twixt faire, and foule
Imo. What makes your admiration ?
lach. It cannot be i'th'eye : for Apes, and Monkeys
'Twixt two fuch She's, would chatter this way, and
Contemne with mowes the other. Nor i'th'iudgment :
For Idiots in this cafe of fauour, would
Be wifely définit : Nor i'th'Appetite.
Sluttery to fuch neate Excellence, oppos'd
Should make delire vomit emptinefle.
Not fo allur.d to feed.
Imo. What is the matter trow ?
lach. The Cloyed will :
That fatiate yet vnfatisfi'd defire, that Tub
Both fill'd and running : Rauening firft the Lambe,
Longs after for the Garbage.
Imo. What, deere Sir,
Thus rap's you ? Are you well 1
lach. Thanks Madam, well : Befeech you Sir,
Defire my Man's abode, where I did leaue him:
He's ftrange and peeuifli.
Pifa. I was going Sir, '
To giue him welcome. Exit.
Imo. Continues well my Lord ?
His health befeech you 1
lach. Well, Madam.
Imo. Is he difpos'd to mirth ? I hope he is.
lach. Exceeding pleafant : none a ftranger there.
So merry, and fo gamefome : he is call'd
The Britaine Reueller.
Imo. When he was heere
He did incline to fadnelfe, and oft times
Not knowing why.
lach. I neuer faw him fad.
There is a Frenchman his Companion, one
An eminent Monfieur, that it feemes much loues
A Gallian-Girle at home. He furnaces
The thicke fighes from him; whiles the lolly Britaine,
(Your Lord I meane) laughes from's free lungs :cries oh.
Can my fides hold, to think that man who knowes
By Hiftory, Report,or his owne proofe
What woman is, yea what ihe cannot choofe
But muft be.-will's free houres languiih :
For alTured bondage
Imo. Will my Lord fay fo ?
lach. I Madam, with his eyes in floodi with laughter.
It is a Recreation to be by
And heare him mocke the Frenchman :
But Heauen's know fome men are much too blame.
Imo. Not he I hope.
lach. Not he :
But yet Heauen's bounty towards him, might
Be vs'd more thankfully. In himfelfe 'tis much;
In you, which I account his beyond all Talents.
Whil'ft I am bound to wonder, I am bound
To pitty too.
Imo. What do you pitty Sir ?
lach. Two Creatures beartyly.
Imo. Am I one Sir ?
You looke on me : what wrack difcerne you in me
Deferues your pitty ?
lach. Lamentable : what
To hide me from the radiant Sun, and folace
I'th'Dungeon by a Snufïe.
Imo. I pray you Sir,
Deliuer with more opennelTe your anfweres
To my demands. Why do you pitty me ?
lach. That others do,
(I was about to fay)enioy your but
It is an office of the Gods to venge it.
Not mine to fpeake on't.
Imo. You do feeme to know
Something of me, or what concernes me; pray you
Since doubting things go ill, often hurts more
Then to be fure they do. For Certainties
Either are paft remedies; or timely knowing.
The remedy then borne. Difcouer to me
What both you fpur and flop.
lach' Had I this cheeke
To bathe my lips vpon : this hand, whofe touch,
(Whofe euery touch) would force the Feelers foule
To'th'oath of loyalty. This obieft, which
Takes prifoner the wild motion of mine eye,
Fiering it onely heere,Ihould I (damn'd then)
Slauer
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The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
s lauuer with lippes as common as the flayres
That mount the Capitoll : loyne gripes, with hands
Made hard with hourely fàllhood (falfliood as
With labour:) then by peeping in an eye
Bafe and illuftrious as the fmoakie light
That's fed with ftinking Tallow : it were fit
That all the plagues of Hell Ihould at one time
Encounter fuch reuolt.
Imo. My Lord, I feare
Has forgot Brittaine.
Iac¿. And himfelfe, not I
Inclin'd to this intelligence, pronounce
The Beggery of his change : but 'tis your Graces
That from my muteft Confcience, to my tongue,
Charmes this report out.
Imo. Let me heare no more.
laci. O deereft Soule : your Caufe doth Arike my hart
With pitty, that doth make me ficke. A Lady
So faire, and fâAen'd to an Emperie
Would make the great'ft King double, to be partner'd
With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that felfe exhibition
Which your owne Coffers yeeld : with difeas'd ventures
That play with all Infirmities for Gold,
Which rottenneffe can lend Nature. Such boyl'd ftuffe
As well might poyfon Poyfon. Be reueng'd,
Or fhe that bore you, was no Queene,and you
Recoyle from your great Stocke.
Imo, Reueng'd :
How Ihould I be reueng'd ? If this be true,
(As I haue fuch a Heart, that both mine eares
Mufi not in hafte abufej if it be true,
How Ihould I be reueng'd f
lach. Should he make me
Liue like Diana's Prieft, betwixt cold Iheets,
Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes
In your defpight, vpon your puife : reuenge it.
I dedicate my felfe to your fweet pleafure.
More Noble then that runnagate to your bed.
And will continue fall to your Affeéiion,
Still clofe, as fure.
Imo. What hoa, Pifanio ?
lach. Let me my feruice tender on your lippes.
Imo. Away, I do condemne mine eares,that haue
So long attended thee. If thou wert Honourable
Thou would'ft haue told this tale for Vertue, not
For fuch an end thou feek'ft, as bafe,as ftrange :
Thou wrong'ft a Gentleman, who is as farre
From thy report, as thou from Honor: and
Solicites heere a Lady, that difdaines
Thee,and the Diuell alike. What hoa, Pifanio f
The King my Father lhall be made acquainted
Of thy AfTault : if he fhall thinke it fit,
A fawcy Stranger in his Court, to Mart
As in a Romilh Stew, and to expound
His beaftly minde to vs ; he hath a Court
He little cares for, and a Daughter, who
He not refpeéis at all. What hoa, Pifanio ?
lach. O happy Leonattu I may fay.
The credit that thy Lady hath of thee
Deferues thy truft, and thy moil perfedl goodnelfe
Her aflur'd credit. Bleffed liue you long,
A Lady to the worthieft Sir, that euer
Country call'd his; and you his Miftris, onely
For the mod worthieft fit. Giue me your pardon,
I haue fpoke this to know if your Affiance
Were deeply rooted, and lhall make your Lord,
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That which he is, new o're ; And he is one
The trueft manner'd : fuch a holy Witch,
That he enchants Societies into him :
Hälfe all men hearts are his.
Imo. You make amends.
lach. He fits 'mongft men, like a defended God ;
He hath a kinde of Honor fets him off,
More then a mortall feeming. Be not angrie
( Moll mighty Princelfe) that I haue aduentur'd
To try your taking of a falfe report, which hath
Honour'd with confirmation your great lodgement.
In the eleilion of a Sir, fo 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) chaffelelTe. Pray your pardon.
Imo. All's well Sir :
Take my powre i'th'Court for yours.
lach. My humble thankes : I had almoll forgot
T'intreat your Grace, but in a fmall requell.
And yet of moment too, for it concernes :
Your Lord, my felfe, and other Noble Friends
Are partners in the bufihelfe.
Imo. Pray whatis't ?
lach. Some dozen Romanes of vs, and your Lord
(The bell Feather of our wing) haue mingled fummes
To buy a Prefent for the Emperor :
Which I (the Failor for the reft) haue done
In France : 'tis Plate of rare deuice, and lewels
Of rich, and exquifite forme, their valewes great.
And 1 am fomething curious, being ftrange
To haue them in fafe ftowage : May it pleafe you
To take them in proteilion.
Imo. Willingly :
And pawne mine Honor for their fafety, lince
My Lord hath interell in them, I will keepe them
In my Bed-chamber.
lach. They are in a Trünke
Attended by my men : I will make bold
To fend them to you, onely for this night :
I mull aboord to morrow,
Imo. O no, no.
lach. Yes I befeech : or I lhall Ihort my word
By length'ning my returne. From Gallia,
I croll the Seas on purpofe,and on promife
To fee your Grace.
Imo. I thanke you for your paines :
But not away to morrow.
lach. O I mull Madam,
Therefore I lhall befeech you, if you pleafe
To greet your Lord with writing, doo't to night,
I haue out-Hood my time, which is materiall
To'th'tender of our Prefent.
Imo. I will write :
Send your Trünke to me, it lhall fafe be kept.
And truely yeelded you : you're very welcome. Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. ^cena Trima.
Enter Clotten^andthe trpo Lords.
Clot, Was there euer man had fuch lucke 1 when I kift
the lacke vpon an vp-caft, to be hit away ? I had a hun¬
dred pound on't : and then a whorfon lacke-an-Apes,
muft
376 'The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
mud take me vp for fwearlng, as if I borrowed mine
oathes of him,and might not ipend them at my pleafure.
1. What got he by that? you haue broke his pate
with «your Bowie.
2. If his wit had bin like him that broke it : it would
haue run all out.
Clot. When a Gentleman is difpos'd to fweare: it is
not for any danders by to curtail his oathes. Ha ?
2, No my Lord; nor crop the eares of them.
Clot. Whorfon dog : I gaue him fatisfadlion ? would
he had bin one of my Ranke.
2. To haue fmell'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 fo Noble as I am : they dare
not fight with me, becaufe of the Queene my Mo¬
ther : euery lacke-Slaue hath his belly full of Fighting,
and I mud 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. Sayed thou ?
2. It is not fit you Lordfliip fliould vndertake euery
Companion, that you giue offence too.
Qlot. No, I know that : but it is |fit I Ihould commit
offence to my inferiors.
2 I, it is fit for your Lordfliip onely.
Clot. Why fo I fay.
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 dränge Fellow himfelfe,and knowes it not.
I. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of
heottattu Friends.
Clot. Leonattii ? A baniflit Rafcall; and he's another,
whatfoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger f
1. One of your Lordfliips Pages.
Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him ? Is there no
de ogation in't ?
2. You cannot derogate my Lord.
Clot. Not eafily I thinke.
2. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Iffues
being foolifli do not derogate.
Clot. Come, He go fee this Italian ; what I haue lod
to day at Bowles, He winne to night of him. Come -.go.
2. He attend your Lordfliip. Exit.
That fuch a craftie Diuell as is his Mother
Should jeild the world this Affe : A woman, that
Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne,
Cannot take two from twenty for his heart,
Aud leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princeffe,
Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'd.
Betwixt a Father by thy Step-dame gouern'd,
A Mother hourely coyning plots : A Wooer,
More hatefull then the foule expulfion is
Of thy deere Husband. Then that horrid A£l
Of the diuorce, heel'd make the Heauens hold firme
The walls of thy deere Honour. Keepe vnfliak'd
That Temple thy faire mind,that thou maift ftand
T'enioy thy banifli'd Lord : and this great "Lztià. Exeunt.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Imogen,in her'Bed,and a Lady.
Imo. Who's there? My woman : Helenel
La. Pleafe you Madam.
Imo. What houre is it ?
Lady. Almoft 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 canft awake by foure o'th'clock,
I prythee call me ; Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly.
To your protedlion I commend me,Gods,
From Fayries,and the Tempters of the night.
Guard me befeech yee. Sleefes.
lachimofrom the Trun\e.
lach. The Crickets fing,and mans ore-labor'd fenfe
Repaires it felfe by reft : Our Tarquine thus
Did foftly preffe the Ruflies,ere he waken'd
The Chaftitie he wounded. Cytherea,
How brauely thou becom'ft thy Bed;frefli Lilly,
And whiter then the Sheetes : that I might touch.
But kiffe, one kiffe. Rubies vnparagon'd.
How deerely they doo't : 'Tis her breathing that
Perfumes the Chamber thus : the Flame o'th'Taper
Bowes toward her,and would vnder-peepe her lids.
To fee th'inclofed Lights,now Canopied
Vnder thefe windowes, White and Azure lac'd
With Blew of Heauens owne tinft. But my defigne.
To note the Chamber, I will write all downe.
Such,and fuch piilures : There the window, fuch
Tb'adornement of her Bed; the Arras,Figures,
Why fuch, and fuch : and the Contents o'th'Story.
Ah, but fome naturall notes about her Body,
Aboue ten thoufand meaner Moueables
Would teftifie, t'enrich mine Inuentorie.
O fleepe, thou Ape of death,lye dull vpon her.
And be her Senfe but as a Monument,
Thus in a Chappell lying. Come off, come off ;
As flippery as the Gordian-knot was hard.
'Tis mine, and this will witneffe outwardly.
As ftrongly as the Confcience do's within :
To'th'madding of her Lord. On her left breft
A mole Cinque-fpotted ; Like the Crimfon drops
r th'bottome of a Cowflippe. Heere's a Voucher,
Stronger then euer Law could make; this Secret
Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock, and t'ane
The treafure of her Honour. No more : to what end ?
Why fliould I write this downe, that's riueted,
Screw'd to my memorie. She hath bin reading late.
The Tale of Terras, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe
Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
To'th'Truncke againe,and (hut the fpring of it.
Swift,fwift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
May beare the Rauens eye : I lodge in feare.
Though this a heauenly Angelí ; hell is heere.
Cloci^e ßri\es
One, two, three : time, time. Exit.
Seena Tertia.
Enter Clotten, and Lords.
I. Your Lordihip is the moft patient man in lofle, the
moft coldeft that euer turned vp Ace.
Clot. It would make any man cold to loofe.
I. But not euery man patient after the noble temper
of your Lordihip J You are moll hot, and furious when
you winne.
Cht^
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The Tragédie of Cymheline.
Winning will put any man into courage : if I could get
this fooliih Imogen, I Ihould haue Gold enough : it's al-
moft morning, is't not ?
I Day, my Lord.
Clot. I would this Muficke would come : I am adui-
ied to giue her Muficke a mornings, they fay it will pene¬
trate. Enter Mußtians.
Come on, tune : If you can penetrate her with your fin¬
gering, fo : wee'l try with tongue too : if none will do, let
her remaine : but He neuer giue o're. Firfi, a very excel¬
lent good conceyted thing; after a wonderful fweet aire,
with admirable rich words to it, and then let her confi-
der.
SONG.
Hearke, hearl^e, the Lar^e at Heauens gateßngs,
and Phcebvs gins ariß,
Hii Steeds to water at thofe Springs
on cbaliCd F/owres that lyes ;
And winking tOHary-huds begin to ope their Golden eyes
With euery thing that pretty Ù, my Lady fweet arije :
Arife,arife.
So, get you gone: if this pen trate, I will confider your
Muficke the better : if it do not, it is a voyce in her eares
which Horfe-haires, and Calues-guts, nor the voyce of
vnpaued Eunuch to boot, can neuer amed.
Enter Cymbaline, and Queene.
a Heere comes the King.
Clot. I am glad I was vp fo late, for that's the reafon
I was vp fo earely : he cannot choofe but take this Ser-
uice I haue done, fatherly. Good morrow to your Ma-
iefty, and to my gracious Mother.
Cyra.Attend you here the doore of our ftern daughter
Will file not forth ?
Clot. I haue aflayl'd her with Mufickes, but Ihe vouch-
fafes no notice.
Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new.
She hath not yet forgot him, fome more time
Muft weare the print of his remembrance on't.
And then Ihe's yours.
e^u. You are moft bound to'th'King,
Who let's go by no vantages, that may
Preferre you to his daughter : Frame your felfe
To orderly folicity, and be friended
With aptnefle of the feafon : make denials
Encreafe your Seruices : fo feeme, as if
You were infpir'd to do thofe duties which
You tender to her : that you in all obey her,
Saue when command to your difmiflion tends.
And therein you are fenfelefle.
Clot. SenfeleflTe ? Not fo.
Mef, So like you (Sir) Ambafladors from Rome;
The one is Qaine Luciné.
Cym. A worthy Fellow,
Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now ;
But that's no fault of his : we muft receyue him
According to the Honor of his Sender,
And towards himfelfe, his goodnefle fore-fpent on vs
We muft extend our notice : Our deere Sonne,
When you haue giuen good morning to your Miftris,
Attend the Queene, and vs, we lhall haue neede
T'employ you towards] this Romane.
Come our Queene. Exeunt.
Clot. If file be vp. He fpeake with her : if not
Let her lye ftill, and dreame : by your leaue hoa,
I know her women are about her : what
If I do line one of their hands, 'tis Gold
Which buyes admittance ( oft it doth) yea, and makes
Diana's Rangers fallé themfelues, yeeld vp
Their Deere to'th'ftand o'th'Stealer : and 'tis Gold
Which makes the True-man kiird,and faues the Theefe:
Nay,fometime hangs both Theefe, and True-man : what
Can it not do, and vndoo? I will make
One of her women Lawyer to me, for
I yet not vnderftand the cafe my felfe.
By your leaue. Knockçs.
Enter a Lady-
La. Who's there that knockes
Clot. A Gentleman.
La. No more.
Clot, Yes, and a Gentlewomans Sonne.
La. That's more
Then fome whofe Taylors are as deere as yours.
Can iuftly boaft of: what's your Lordfiiips pleafure i
Clot, Your Ladies perfon, is fiie ready.^
La, I, to keepe her Chamber.
Clot, There is Gold for you.
Sell me your good report.
La. How, my good name ? or to report of you
What I fiiall thinke is good. The Princeffe.
Enter Imogen,
dot. Good morrow faireft. Sifter your fweet hand.
Imo, Good morrow Sir, you lay out too much paines
For purchafing but trouble : the thankes I giue.
Is telling you that I am poore of thankes,
And fcarfe can fpare them.
Clot. Still I fweare I loue you.
Imo. If you but laid fo, 'twere as deepe with me :
If you fweare ftill, your recompence is ftill
That I regard it not.
Clot. This is no anfwer.
Imo, But that you fiiall not fay, I yeeld being filent,
I would not fpeake. I pray you ipare me, 'faith
I fiiall vnfold equall difcourtefie
To your beft kinduefle : one of your great knowing
Should learne (being taught) forbearance.
Clot. To leaue you in your madnelfe, 'twere my fin,
I will not.
Imo. Fooies are not mad Folkes.
Clot, Do you call me Foole ?
Imo. As I am mad I do :
If you'l be patient. He no more be mad.
That cures vs both, I am much forry (Sir)I
You put me to forget a Ladies manners
By being fo verball : and learne now, for all.
That I which know my heart, do heere pronounce
By th'very truth of it, I care not for you.
And am fo neere the lacke of Charitie
To accufe my felfe, I hate you : which I had rather
You felt, then make't my boaft.
Clot. You finne againft
Obedience, which you owe your Father, for
The Contrail you pretend with that bafe Wretch,
One, bred of Almes, and fofter'd with cold difiies.
With fcraps o'th'Court : It is no Contrail, none ;
And though it be allowed in meaner parties
(Yet who then he more meane) to knit their foules
(On whom there is no more dependancie
But Brats and Beggery) in felfe-figur'd knot.
Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement, by
a a a The
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378 'The Tragedy of
The coniequence o'th'Crowne, and muft not,foyle
The precious note of it; with a bafe Slaue,
AHilding for a Liuorie,a Squires Cloth,
A.Pantler; not fo eminent.
Imo. Prophane Fellow :
Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter,2tni no more,
But what thou art befides : thou wer't too bafe.
To be his Groome ! thou wer't dignified enough
Euen to the point of Enuie. If'twere made
Comparatiue for your Vertues, to be ftil'd
The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome; and hated
For being prefer'd fo well.
Clot, The South-Fog rot him.
Imo. He neuer can meete more mifchance, then come
To be but nam'd of thee. His mean'ft Garment
That euer hath but dipt his body; is dearer
In my refpeft, then all the Heires aboue thee.
Were they all made fuch men : How now Pifamo}
Enter Pijanio,
Clot. His Garments? Now the diuell.
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee prefently.
Clot. His Garment ?
Imo. I am fprighted with a Foole,
Frighted, and angred worfe : Go bid my woman
Search for a lewell, that too cafually
Hath left mine Arme : it was thy Mailers. Shrew me
If I would loofe it for a Reuenew,
Of any Kings in Europe. I do thinic,
I faw't this morning : Confident I am.
Laft night 'twas on mine Arme; I kifs'd it,
I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
That I kilTe aught but he.
PiJ. 'Twill not be loll.
Imo. I hope fo : go and fearch.
Clot. You haue abus'd me :
His meanell Garment ?
Imo. I, I faid fo Sir,
If you will make't an Ailion, call witnelTe to't.
Clot. I will enforme your Father.
Imo. Your Mother too :
She's my good Lady; and will concieue, I hope
But the worll of me. So I leaue your Sir,
To'th'worll of difcontent. Exit.
Clot. lie ibereueng'd : <
His mean'll Garment ? Well. Exit.
Seena Quarta.
Enter PoßbumuSyand Philario,
Poß. Feare it not Sir ; I would I were fo fure
To winne the King, as I am bold, her Honour
Will remaine her's.
Phil. What meanes do you make to him f
Poß. Not any : but abide the change of Time,
Quake in the prefent winters ftate, and wiih
That warmer dayes would come : In thefe fearM hope
I barely gratifie your loue; they faylingi
I muft die much your debtor.
Phil. Your very goodnefle, and your company,
Ore-payes all I can do» By this your King,
Hath heard of Great Augußus : Caiuó Luciué,
Will do's Commifiion throughly. And I think
Cy m he line.
Hee'le grant the Tribute : fend th'Arrerages,
Or looke vpon our Romaines, whofe remembrance
Is yet frelh in their griefe.
Poß. I do beleeue
(Statin though I am none,nor like to be)
That this will proue a Warre; and you /hall heare
The Legion now in Gallia, fooner landed
In our not-fearing-Britaine, then haue tydings
Of any penny Tribute paid. Our Countrymen
Are men more order'd, then when lul'tui Ceejar
Smil'd at their lacke of skill, but found their courage
Worthy his frowning at. Their difcipline,
(Now wing-led with their courages) will make knowne
To their Approuers, they are People, fuch
That'mend vpon the world. Enter lachimo.
Phi. See lachimo.
Poß. The fwiftell Harts, haue polled you by land;
And Windes of all the Corners kifs'd your Sailes,
To make your veflell nimble.
Phil. Welcome Sir.
Poß. I hope the briefenefle of your anfwere, made
The fpeedinelTe of your returne.
lacbi. Y our Lady,
Is one of the fayrell that I haue look'd vpon
Poß. And therewithall the bell, or let her beauty
Looke thorough a Cafement to allure falfe hearts,
And be falfe with them.
lachi. Heere are Letters for you.
Poß. Their tenure good I trull.
lach. 'Tis very like.
Poß. Was Caitu Lucius in the Britaine Court,
When you were there ?
lach. He was expeiled then,
But not approach'd.
Poß. All is well yet.
Sparkles this Stone as it was wont,or is't not
Too dull for your good wearing ?
lach. If I haue loll it,
I Ihould haue loll the worth of it in Gold,
He make a iourney twice as farre, t'enioy
A fécond night of fuch fweet Ihortnelfe, which
Was mine in Britaine, for the Ring is wonne.
Poß. The Stones too hard to come by.
lach. Not a whit,
Y 0 ur Lady being fo eafy.
Poß. Make note Sir
Y our lofle, your Sport : 1 hope you know that we
Mull not continue Friends.
lach. Good Sir, we mull
If you keepe Couenant : had 1 not brought
The knowledge of your Millris home, I grant
We were to quellion farther; but I now
ProfelTemy felfe the winner of her Honor,
Together with your Ring; and not the wronger
Of her, or you hauing proceeded but
By both your willes.
Poß. If you can mak't apparant
That yon haue tailed her in Bed; my hand.
And Ring is yours. If not, the foule opinion
You had ofher pure Honour; gaines,or loofes.
Your Sword, or mine,or MailerlelTe leaue both
To who lhall finde them.
lach. Sir,my Circumllances
Being fo nere the Truth, as I will make them.
Mull firll induce you to beleeue; whofe llrength
I will confirme wit h oath, which I doubt not
You'l
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You'] g'me me leaue to fpare, when you ihall finde
You neede It not.
Poß. Proceed.
lacb. Firft, her Bed-chamber
(Where I confefle I flept not, but profefle
Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
With Tapiftry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story
Proud Cleopatra, when ihe met her Roman,
And Sidnm fwell'd aboue the Bankes, or for
The prelTe of Beates, or Pride. A peece of Worke
So brauely done, fo rich, that it did firiue
In Workemanlhip, and Value, which I wonder'd
Could be fo rarely, and exaélly wrought
Since the true life on't was——
Poß. This is true :
And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,
Or by fome other.
lach. More particulars
Muft iuftifie my knowledge.
Poß. So they muft,
Or doe your Honour iniury.
lach. The Chimney
Is South the Chamber, and the Chimney-peece
Chafte Dian, bathing : neuer law I figures
So likely to report themfelues ; the Cutter
Was as another Nature dumbe, out-went her,
Motion,and Breath left out.
Poß. This is a thing
Which you might from Relation likewife reape.
Being, as it is, much fpoke of.
lach. The Roofe o'th'Chamber,
With golden Chérubins is fretted. Her Andirons
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of Siluer, each on one foote Handing, nicely
Depending on their Brands.
Poß. This is her Honor :
Let it be granted you haue feene all this (and praife
Be giuen to your remembrance) the defcription
Of what is in her Chamber, nothing faues
The wager you haue laid.
lach. Then if you can
Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this lewell : See,
And now 'tis vp againe : it muft be married
To that your Diamond, He keepe them.
Poß. loue
Once more let me behold it : Is it that
Which I left with her ?
lach. Sir (I thanke her) that
She ftript it from her Arme : I fee her yet :
Her pretty Aftion, did out-fell her guift.
And yet enrich'd it too : Ihe gaue it me.
And faid, ftie priz'd it once.
Poß. May be,lhe pluck'd it off
To fend it me.
lach. She writes fo to you ? doth Ihee ?
Poß. O no,no,no, 'tis true. Heere, take this too,
It is a Bafiliske vnto mine eye,
Killes me to locke on't : Let there be no Honor,
Where there is Beauty : Truth, where femblance : Loue,
Where there's another man. The Vowes of Women,
Of no more bondage be, to where they are made.
Then they are to their Vertues, which is nothing :
O,aboue meafure falfe.
Phil. Haue patience Sir,
And take your Ring againe, 'tis not yet wonne :
It may be probable Ihe loft it : or
Who knowes if one her women, being corrupted
Hath ftolne it from her.
Poß. Very true.
And fo I hope he came by't ; backe my Ring,
Render to me fome corporall figne about her
More euident then this : for this was ftolne.
lach. By lupiter, I had it from her Arme.
Poß. Hearke you,he fweares : by lupiter he fweares.
'Tis true, nay keepe the Ring ; 'tis true : I am fure
She would not loofe it : her Attendants are
All fworne, and honourable ; they induc'd to fteale it ?
And by a Stranger ? No, he hath enioy'd her.
The Cognifance of her incontinencie
Is this : Ihe hath bought the name of Whore, thus deerly
There, take thy hyre, and all the Fiends of Hell
Diuide themfelues betweene you.
Phil. Sir, be patient:
This is not ftrong enough to be beleeu'd
Of one perfwaded well of.
Poß. Neuer talke on't :
She hath bin colted ¡)y him,
lach. If you feeke
For further fatisfying, vnder her Breaft
(Worthy her preffing) lyes a Mole, right proud
Of that moft delicate Lodging. By my life
I kill it, and it gaue me prefect hunger
To feede againe, though full. If ou do remember
This ftaine vpon her ?
Poß. I, and it doth confirme
Another ftaine, as bigge as Hell can hold.
Were there no more but it.
lach. Will you heare more f
Poß. Spare your Arethmaticke,
Neuer count the Turnes : Once, and a Million.
lach. He be fworne.
Poß. No fwearing :
If you will fweare you haue not done't, you lye.
And 1 will kill thee, if thou do'ft deny
Thou'ft made me Cuckold.
lach. He deny nothing.
Poß. O that I had her heere, to teare her Limb-meale:
I will go there and doo't, i'th'Court, before
Her Father. He do fomething. Exit.
Phil. Quite befides
The gouernment of Patience. You haue wonne :
Let's follow him, and peruert the prefent wrath
He hath againft himfelfe.
lach. With all my heart. Exeunt,
Enter Poßhumta.
Poß. Is there no way for Men to be, but Women
Muft be halfe-workers ? We are all Baftards,
And that moft venerable man, which I
Did call my Father, was, I know not where
When I was ftaropt. Some Coyner with his Tooles
Made me a counterfeit : yet my -Mother feem'd
The Dian of that time : fo doth my Wife
The Non-pareill of this. Oh Vengeance, Vengeance!
Me of my lawfull pleafure (he reftrain'd.
And pray'd me oft forbearance : didit with
A pudencie fo Rofie, the fweet view on't
Might well haue warm'd olde Saturne ;
That I thought her
As Chafte, as vn-Sunn'd Snow. Oh, all the Diuels!
This yellow lachimo in an houre, was't not ?
a a a 2 Or
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380 The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Or leiTe; at firft ? Perchance he fpoke not,but
Like a fiill AcornM Boare, a I armen on,
Cry'de oh, and mounted ; found no oppofition
But what he look'd for, fliould oppofe, and ihe
Should from encounter guard. Could I finde out
The Womans part in me, for there's no motion
That tends to vice in man, but I affirme
It is the Womans part : be it Lying,note it,
The womans : Flattering, hers ; Deceiuing, hers :
Luft, and ranke thoughts, hers, hers : Reuenges hers :
Ambitions, Couetings, change of Prides, Difdaine,
Nice-longing, Slanders, Mutability ;
All Faults that name, nay, that Hell knowes.
Why hers, in part, or all : but rather all For euen to Vice
They are not conftant, but are changing ftill ;
One Vice, but of a minute old, for one
Not hälfe fo old as that. He write againft them,
Deteft them, curfe them : yet 'tis greater Skill
In a true Hate, to pray they haue their will :
The very Diuels cannot plague them better. Exit.
And Britaines ftrut with Courage.
Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid : our
Kingdome is Aronger then it was at that time : and (as I
faid) there is no mo fuch Cafarsy other of them may haue
crook'd Nofes, but to owe fuch ftraite Armes, none.
Cym. Son, let your Mother end#
C/ot. We haue yet many among vs, can gripe as hard
as Caßbulany I doe not fay I am one : but 1 haue a hand.
Why Tributei^ Why Ihould we pay Tribute? If Cafar
can hide the Sun from vs with a Blanket,or put the Moon
in his pocket, we will pay him Tribute for light: elfe Sir,
no more Tribute,pray you now.
Cym. You muft know.
Till the iniurious Romans, did extort
This Tribute from vs, we were free. Cafars Ambition,
Which fwelPd fo much, that it did almoft ftretch
The hdes o'th'World, againft all colour heere,
Did put the yoake vpon's} which to ftiake off
Becomes a warlike people, whom we reckon
Our felues to be, we do. Say then to Cafary
Our Anceftor was that Mulrnutm, which
Ordain'd our Lawes, whofe vfe the Sword of Cafar
Hath too much mangled } whofe repayre, and franchife.
Shall (by the power we hold) be our good deed,
Tho Rome be therfore angry. ATu/mutius made our lawes
Who was the firft of Britaine, which did put
His browes within a golden Crowne,and call'd
Himfelfe a King#
Luc. I am forry Cymbeliney
That I am to pronounce Augußui Qafar
{Cafary that hath moe Kings his Seruants,then
Thy felfe Domefticke Officers) thine Enemy :
Receyue it from me then. Warre, and Confufion
In Cafars name pronounce I 'gainft thee : Looke
For fury, not to be refifted. Thus defide,
I thanke thee for my felfe.
Cym. Thou art welcome CaiuSy
Thy Cafar Knighted me} my youth I fpent
Much vnder him ; of him, I gather'd Honour,
Which he, to feeke of me againe, perforce,
Behooues me keepe at vtterance# I am perfeit,
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians, for
Their Liberties are now in Armes : a Prefident
Which not to reade, would Ihew the Britaines cold :
So Cafar lhall not finde them.
Luc, Let proofe fpeake.
Clot. His Maiefty biddes you welcome. Make pa-
ftime with vs, a day, or two, or longer : if you feek vs af¬
terwards in other tearmes, you lhall finde vs in our Salt¬
water-Girdle : if you beate vs out of it, it is yours : if you
fall in the aduenture, our Crowes /hall fare the better for
you : and there's an end.
Luc, So fir.
Cym. I know your Mafters pleafure,and he mine:
All the Remaine, is welcome. Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Seena Trima.
Enter in StateyCymhelwe^ Queene^ Clotten^ and Lords at
one doorey and at another , CaiuSy LuciuSy
and Attendants.
Cym. Now fay, what would Augußu£ Ceejar with vs?
Luc, When Iu/iu¿ Cafar (whofe remembrance yet
Liues in mens eyes, and will to Eares and Tongues
Be Tbeame, and hearing euer) was in this Britain,
And Conquered it, Caßbulan thine Vnlcle
(Famous in Cafars prayfes, no whit leiTe
Then in his Feats deferuing it) for him.
And his Succeflion, granted Rome a Tribute,
Yeerely three thoufand pounds} which (by thee) lately
Is left vntender'd.
And to kill the meruaile,
Shall be fo euer.
Clot. There be many Cafarsy
Ere fuch another luliue ; Britaine's a world
By it felfe, and we will nothing pay
For wearing our owne Nofes.
That opportunity
Which then they had to take from's, to refume
We haue agaîne. Remember Sir, my Liege,
The Kings your Anceftors, together with
The natural! brauery of your Ifle, which ilands
As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in
With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
With Sands that will notbeare your Enemies Boates,
But fucke them vp to*th'Top-maft, A kinde of Conqueft
Cafar made heere, but made not heere his bragge
Of Came, and Saw, and Guer-came : with ihame
(The firft that euer touchM him) he was carried
From off our Coaft, twice beaten : and his Shipping
(Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
Like Egge-lhels mou'd vpon their Surges, crackM
As eafily 'gainft our Rockes. For ioy whereof.
The fam'd Caßbulatiy who was once at point
(Oh giglet Fortune) to mafter Cafars Sword,
Made Luds-Torpne with reioycing-Fires bright,
Seena Secunda.
Enter Fifanio reading of a Letter.
Pif. How? of .Adultery ? Wherefore write you not
What Monfters her accufe ? Leonatm :
Oh Mafter, what a ftrange iníeílion
Is
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Is falne into thy eare? What falfe Italian,
(As poyfonous tonguM,as handed)hath preuaiPd
On thy too ready hearing ? Dilloyall? No.
She's puni/h'd for her Truth; and vndergoes
More GoddeiTe-like, then Wife-like; fuch AlTaults
As would take in fome Vertue. Oh my Mailer,
Thy mind to her, is now as lowe, as were
Thy Fortunes. How ? That I ihould murther her,
Vpon the Loue,and Truth,and Vowes;which I
Haue made to thy command ? I her ? Her blood }
If it be fojto do good feruice, neuer
Let me be counted feruiceable. How looke I,
That I fliould feeme to lacke humanity,
So much as this Fail comes to f Doo't:'The Letter,
That I haue Jent her^ by her orone command^
Shall giue thee opportunitie. Oh damn'd paper,
Blacke as the Inke that's on thee : fenfeleife bauble,
Art thou a Fœdarie for this Ail; and look'ft
So Virgin-like without ? Loe here Ihe comes.
Enter Imogen,
1 am ignorant in what 1 am commanded.
Imo, How now Pifanio ?
Pif. Madam,beere is a Letter from my Lord.
Imo. Who, thy Lord.^ That is my Lord Leonatus?
Ohjlearn'd indeed were that Aftronomer
That knew the Starres, as I his Charailers,
Heel'd lay the Future open. You good Gods,
Let what is beere contain'd, rellilh of Loue,
Of my Lords health, of his content : yet not
That we two are afunder, let that grieue him;
Some griefes are medcinable,that is one of them,
For it doth phyficke Loue, of his content,
All but in that. Good Wax,thy leaue : bleft be
You Bees that make thefe Lockes of counfaiie. Louers,
And men in dangerous Bondes pray not alike.
Though Forfeytours you caft in prifonjyet
You clafpe young Cupids Tables : good Newes Gods.
T l^ßice^ and your Fathers ver at h {pould he take me in hü
Dominion^j could not be Jo cruell to me, as you : i^oh the deC"
reSt of Creatures)vpould euen renevp me veith your eyes. Take
notice that I am in Cambria at Milford-Hauen : vehatyour
orone Loue^veill out of thü aduife youyfollove. So he veijhesyou
all happinejfeythat remaines loyall to hü Vovpyandyour encrea-
fing in Loue. Leonatus Pofthumus •
Oh for a Horfe with wings :Hear'ft thou Pifanio}
He is at Milford-Hauen : Read,and tell me
How farre 'tis thither. If one of meane affaires
May plod it in a weeke,why may not I
Glide thither in a day ? Then true Pifanioy
Who long'll like me,to fee thy Lord; who long'ft
(Oh let me bate)but not like me ; yet long'ft
But in a fainter kinde. Oh not like me :
For mine's beyond, beyond : fay,and fpeake thicke
(Loues Counfailor fhould fill the bores of hearing,
To'th'fmothering of the Senfe)how farre it is
To this fame blefled Milford. And by'th'way
Tell me how Wales was made fo happy, as [
T'inhcrite fuch a Hauen. But firft of all.
How weimay fteale from hence: and for the gap
That we ihall make in Time, from our hence-going.
And our returne, to excufe : but firft, how ger hence.
Why ihould excufe be borne or ere begot ?
Weele talke of thatheereafter. Prythce fpeake,
How many ftore of Miles may we well rid
Twixt houre, and houre ?
Pif. One fcore 'twixt Sun,and Sun,
Madam's enough for you : and too much too.
Imo. Why, one that rodeto's Excution Man,
Could neuer go fo flow i 1 haue heard of Riding wagers.
Where Horfes haue bin nimbler then the Sands
That run i'th'Clocks behalfe. But this is Foolrie,
Go, bid my Woman faigne a Sickneife,fay
She'le home to her Father ; and prouide me prefently
A Riding Suit : No coftlier then would fit
A Franklins Hufwife.
Pifa. Madam,you're beft confider.
Imo. I fee before me(Man) nor heere, not heere;
Nor what enfues but haue a Fog in them
That I cannot looke through. Away, I prythee,
Do as I bid thee : There's no more to fay:
Acceffible is none but Milford way. Exeunt.
Seena Tertia.
Enter ^Jariui, Güiderius,and Aruiragus.
Bel. A goodly day,not to keepe houfe with fuch,
Whofe Roofe's as lowe as ours : Sleepe Boyes, this gate
Inftruils you how t'adore the Heauens; and bowes you
To a mornings holy office. The Gates of Monarches
Are Arch'd fo high, that Giants may iet through
And keepe their impious Turbonds on, without
Good morrow to the Sun. Haile thou faire Heauen,
We houfe i'th'Rocke,yet vfe thee not fo hardly
As prouder liuers do,
Guid. Haile Heauen.
Aruir. Haile Heauen.
Bela. Now for our Mountaine fport, vp to yond hill
Your legges are yong: lie tread thefe Flats. Confider,
When you aboue perceiue me like a Crow,
That it is Place, which lelTen's,and fets off,
And you may then reuolue what Tales,I haue told you.
Of Courts,of Princes; of the Tricks in Warre.
This Seruice,is notSeruice; fo being done.
But being fo allowed. To apprehend thus,
Drawes vs a profit from all things we fee :
And often to our comfort, ihall we finde
The lharded-Beetle,in a fafer hold
Then is the full-wing'd Eagle. Oh this life,
Is Nobler,then attending for a checke :
Richer,then doing nothing for a Babe:
Prouder, then ruftling in vnpayd-for Silke :
Such gaine the Cap of him, that makes him fine,
Yet keepes his Booke vncros'd : no life to ours,
Gtti.Out of your proofe you fpeakiwe poore vnfledg'd
Haue neuer wing'd from view o'th'neft; nor knowes not
What Ayre's from home. Hap'ly this life is beft,
(If quiet life be beft)fweeter to you
That haue a iharper knowne. Well correfponding
With your ftiffe Age; but vnto vs,it is
A Cell of Ignorance : trauailing a bed,
A Prifon,or a Debtor,that not dares
To ftride a limit.
Arui. What ihould we fpeake of
When we are old as you } When we /hall heare
The Raine and winde beate darke December? How
In this our pinching Caue,/hall we difcourfe
a a a 3 The
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382 The Tragedy of
'^he freezing houres away ? We haue feene nothing :
We are beaftlyj fubtle as the Fox for prey,
Like warlike as the Wolfe, for what we eate :
Our Valour is to chace what fiyes : Our Cage
We make a Quire, as doth the prifonM Bird,
And fing our Bondage freely.
Bel. How you fpeake.
Did you but know the Citties Vfurics,
And felt them knowingly : the Art o^th'Court,
As hard to leaue, as keepe : whofe top to climbe
Is certaine falling : or fo ilipp'ry, that
The feare's as bad as falling. The toyle o'th^Warre,
A paine that onely feemes to feeke out danger
Tth'name of Fame, and Honor, which dyes i*th'fearch,
And hath as oft a iland*rou$ Epitaph,
As Record of faire AA, Nay, many times*
Doth ill deferue, by doing well : what's worfe
Mnft curt'fie at the Cenfure. Oh Boyes, this Storie
The World may reade in me : My bodie's mark'd
With Roman Swords ; and my report, was once
Firft, with the beft of Note. Qymbel'me lou'd me.
And when a Souldier was the Theame, my name
Was not farre off : then was 1 as a Tree
Whofe boughes did bend with fruit. But in one night,
A Storme, or Robbery (call it what you will)
Shooke downe my mellow hangings : nay my Leaues,
And left me bare to weather.
Gui. Vncertaine fauour.
'Bel. My fault being nothing (as I haue told you oft)
But that two Villaines, whofe falfe Oathes preuayl'd
Before my perfeft Honor, fwore to Cymheline^
I was Confederate with the Romanes : fo
Followed my Baniihment, and this twenty yeeres.
This Rocke, and thefe Demefnes, haue bene my World,
Where I haue liu'd at honeft freedome, payed
More pious debts to Heauen, then in all
The fore-end of my time. But, vp to'th'Mountaines,
This is not Hunters Language \ he chat ifrikes
The Venifon firft, ihall be the Lord o'thTeaft,
To him the other two ihall minilter.
And we will feare no poyfon, which attends
In place of greater State ;
He meete you in the Valleyes. Exeunt.
How hard it is to hide the fparkes of Nature ?
Thefe Boyes know little they are Sonnes to'th'King,
Nor Cymbeline dreames that they are aliue.
They thinke they are mine.
And though train'd vp thus meanely
I'th'Caue, whereon the Bowe their thoughts do hit,
The Rooies of Palaces, and Nature prompts them
In fimple and lowe things, to Prince it, much
Beyond the tricke of others. This Paladoufy
The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine, who
The King his Father call'd Guideriu6 . loue,
When on my three-foot ftoole I fit, and tell
The warlike feats I haue done, his fpirits flye out
Into my Story; fay thus mine Enemy fell.
And thus I fet my foote on's necke, euen then
The Princely blood flowes in his Cheeke, he fweats,
Straines his yong Nerues, and puts himfelfe in pofture
That a¿ts my words. The yonger Brother Cadtvally
Once Arúiraguáy in as like a figure
Strikes life into my fpeech, and Ihewes much more
His owne conceyuing. Hearke, the Game is rows'd.
Oh Cymbeline, Heauen and my Confcience knowes
Thou didd'ft vniuftly baniih me ; whereon
Cymbeline.
At three, and two yeeres old, I ftole thefe Babes,
Thinking to barre thee of Succeffion, as
Thou refts me of my Lands. Euriphile,
Thou was't their Nurfe, they took thee for their mother.
And euery day do honor to her graue :
My felfe Belariui, that am Mergan call'd
They take for Naturall Father. The Game is vp. Exit.
Seena Quarta.
Enter Pifanio and Imogen,
Imo. Thou told'ft me when we came fro horfe, y place
Was neere at hand ; Ne're long'd my Mother fo
To fee me firft, as I haue now . Pifanio, Man ;
Where is Poßbumus ? What is in thy mind
That makes thee ftare thus ? Wherefore breaks that figh
From th'inward of thee? One, but painted thus
Would be interpreted a thing perplex'd
Beyond felfe-explication. Put thy felfe
Into a hauiour of leffe feare, ere wildneffe
Vanquiih my ftayder Senfes. V/hat's the matter?
Why tender'ft thou that Paper to me, with
A looke vntender ? If t be Summer Newes
Smile too't before : if Winterly, thou need'ft
But keepe that countenance ftil. My Husbands hand ?
That Drug-damn'd Italy, hath out-craftied him.
And hee's at fome hard point. Speake man, thy Tongue
May take off fome extreamitie, which to reade
Would be euen mortall to me.
Pif. Pleafe you reade.
And you ihall finde me (wretched man) a thing
The moft difdain'd of Fortune.
Imogen reades.
THy cZfißrü [Pifanio) hath plaide the Strumpet in my
Bed : the Teßimonies vpbereof, lyes bleeding in me, I ß>eal^
not out of vpeal^ Surmifes, but from proofs as ßrong as my
greefe, and as certaine as I expeB my Reuenge. That part, thou
( Pifanio ) muß a&efor me, if thy Faith be not tainted ivith the
breach of hers ; let thine orpne bands taky afvay her life : IJhall
giue thee opportunity at Milford Hauen, äae hath my Letter
for the purpofe 5 rohere, if thou feare to ßril^e, and to mal^e mee
certaine it is done, thou art the Pander to her difhonour, and
equally to me dißoyall.
Pif What Ihall I need to draw my Sword, the Paper
Hath cut her throat aireadle ? No, 'tis Slander,
Whofe edge is iharper then the Sword, whofe tongue
Out-venomes all the Wörmes of Nyle, whofe breath
Rides on the pofting windes, and doth belye
All corners of the World. Kings, Queenes, and States,
Maides, Matrons, nay the Secrets of the Graue
This viperous ilander enters. What cheere, Madam ?
Imo. Falfe to his Bed ? What is it to be falfe ?
To lye in watch there, and to thinke on him?
To weepe 'twixt clock and clockPIf ileep charge Nature,
To breake it with a fearfull dreame of him,
And cry my felfe awake ? That's falfe to's bed ? Is it ?
Pifa. Alas good Lady»
Imo. I falfe ? Thy Confcience witneffe ilachimo.
Thou didd'ft accufe him of Incontinencie,
Thou then look'dft like a Villaine : now, me thinkes
Thy
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The Tragédie of Cymbehne. 383
Thy fauours good enough. Some lay of Italy
( Whofe mother was her painting) hath betraid him :
Poore I am ftale, a Garment out of faihion,
And for I am richer then to hang by th'wallet,
I muft be ript : To peeces with me : Oh !
Mens Vowes are womens Traitors. All good Teeming
By thy reuolt(oh Husband) lhall be thought
Put on for Villainy ; not borne where't growes,
But worne a Baite for Ladies.
Pifa. Good Madam, heare me.
Jmo. True honeft men being heard, like fiilfe c/£iteai,
Were in his time thought folfe : and Symns weeping
Did fcandall many a holy teare : tooke pitty
From moft true wretchednefle. So thou, Poßhumm
Wilt lay the Leauen on all proper men ;
Goodly, and gallant, lhall be falfe and periur'd
From thy great faile : Come Fellow, be thou honeft,
Do thou thy Mailers bidding. When thou feeft him,
A little witnelTe my obedience. Looke
I draw the Sword my felfe, take it, and hit
The innocent Manfion of my Loue (my Heart :)
Feare not, 'tis empty of all things, but Greefe :
Thy Mailer is not there, who was indeede
The riches of it. Do his bidding, ftrike.
Thou mayft be valiant in a better caufe ;
But now thou feem'ft a Coward.
Pif. Hence vile Inftrument,
Thou ftialt not damne my hand.
Jmo. Why, I muft dye :
And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
No Seruant of thy Mailers. Againil Selfe-ilaughter,
There is a prohibition To Diuine,
That crauens my weake hand : Come, heere's my heart :
Something's a-foot : Soft,foft, wee'l no defence.
Obedient as the Scabbard. What is heere.
The Scriptures of.the Loyall I^eonattu,
All turn'd to Hereiie ? Away, away
Corrupters of my Faith, you ihall no more
Be Stomachers to my heart : thus may poore Fooles
Beleeue falfe Teachers : Though thofe that are betraid
Do feele the Treafon iharpely, yet the Traitor
Stands in worfe cafe of woe. And thou Poßhumui,
That didd'ft fet vp my difobedience 'gainft the King
My Father, and makes me put into contempt the fuites
of Princely Fellowes, ihalt heereafter finde
It is no adle of common paiTage, but
A ftraine of RareneiTe: and I greeue my felfe.
To thinke, when thou ihalt be difedg'd by her.
That now thou tyreft on, how thy memory
Will then be pang'd by me. Prythee difpatch.
The Lambe entreats the Butcher. Wher's thy knife.'
Thou art too flow to do thy Mafters bidding
When I delire it too.
Pif. Oh gracious Lady !
Since I receiu'd command to do this buiineife,
I haue not flept one winke.
Jmo. Doo't, and to bed then.
Pif. He wake mine eye-balles firft.
Imo. Wherefore then
Didd'ft vndertake it? Why hail thou abus'd
So many Miles, with a pretence? This place?
Mine Aélion ? and thine owne fOur Horfes labour?
The Time inui'ting thee? The perturb'd Court
For my being abfent ? whereunto I neuer
Purpofe returne. Why haft thou gone fo farre
To be vn-bent ? when thou haft'tane thy Hand,
Th'eleéled Deere before thee ?
Pif. But to win time
To loofe fo bad employment, in the which
I haue conlider'd of a courfe: good Ladie
Heare me with patience.
Imo. Talke thy tongue weary, fpeake :
I haue heard I am a Strumpet, and mine eare
Therein falfe ilrooke, can take no greater wound.
Nor tent, to bottoms that. But fpeake,
Pif. Then Madam,
I thought you would not backe againe.
Imo. Moft like.
Bringing me heere to kill me.
Pif. Not fo neither :
But if I were as wife, as honeft, then
My purpofe would proue well : it cannot be.
But that my Mailer is abus'd. Some Villaine,
I,and lingular in his Art, hath done you both
This curfed iniurie.
Imo. Some Roman Curtezan ?
Pifa. No,on my life:
He giue but notice you are dead, and fend him
Some bloody ligne of it. For 'tis commanded
I ihould do fo ; you ihall be mill at Court,
And that will well confirme it.
Imo. Why good Fellow,
What ihall I do the while ? Where bide ? How liue ?
Or in my life, what comfort, when I am
Dead to my Husband ?
Pif. If you'l backe to'th'Court.
Imo. No Court, no Father, nor no more adoe
With that harih, noble, limpie nothing:
That Clotten, whofe Loue-fuite hath bene to me
As fearefull as a Siege.
Pif. If not at Court,
Then not in Britaine muft you bide.
Imo. Wherethenf
Hath Britaine all the Sunne that ihines? Day ? Night?
Are they not but in Britaine f I'th'worlds Volume
Our Britaine feemes as of it, but not in't :
In a great Poole, a Swannes-neft, prythee thinke
There's liuers out of Britaine.
Pif. I am moft glad
You thinke of other place : Th'AmbaflTador,
Lucius the Romane comes to Milford-Hauen
To morrow. Now, if you could weare a minde
Darke, as your Fortune is, and but difguife
That which t'appeareit felfe, muft not yet be.
But by felfe-danger, you ihould tread a courfe
Pretty,and full of view: yea, happily, neere
The refidence of Poßhumus ; fo nie ( at leaft)
That though his Aélions were not viiibie, yet
Report ihould render him hourely to your eare.
As truely as he mooues.
Imo. Oh for fuch meanes.
Though perlll to my modeftie, not death on't
I would aduenture.
Pif. Well then, heere's the point :
You muft forget to be a Woman : change
Command, into obedience. Feare,and Nicenefle
(The Handmaides of all Women, or more truely
Woman it pretty felfe) into a waggifli courage.
Ready in gybes, quicke-anfwer'd, iawcie,and
As quarrellous as the Weazell : Nay, you muft
Forget that rareft Treafure of your Cheeke,
Expofing it (but oh the harder heart,
Alacke
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384 T^he Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Alacke no remedy ) to the greedy touch
Of common-kiffing Titan: and forget
Your labourfome and dainty Trimmes, wherein
You made great luno angry.
Into, Nay be breefe ?
I fee into thy end, and am almoft
A man already.
PiJ. Firft, make your felfe but like one,
Fore-thinking this. 1 haue already fit
('Tis in my Cloake-bagge) Doublet,Hat,Hofe,all
"That anfwer to them : Would you in their feruing,
( And with what imitation you can borrow
From youth of fuch a feafon) 'fore Noble Lucira
Prefent your felfe, delire his feruice : tell him
Wherein you're happy ; which will make him know.
If that his head haue eare in Muficke, doubtleffe
With ioy he will imbrace you : for hee's Honourable,
And doubling that, moft holy. Your meanes abroad :
You haue me rich, and I will neuer faile
Beginning, nor fupplyment.
Imo. Thou art all the comfort
The Gods will diet me with. Prythee away,
There's more to be confider'd : but wee'l euen
All thet good time will giue vs. This attempt,
I am Souldier too, and will abide it with
A Princes Courage. Away, I prythee.
Pif. Well Madam, we muft take a Ihort farewell,
Lead being mill, I be fufpeiled of
Your carriage from the Court. My Noble Miftris,
Heere is a boxe, I had it from the Queene,
What's in't is precious : If you are ficke at Sea,
Or Stomacke-qualm'd at Land, a Dramme of this
Will driue away diftemper. To fome lhade.
And fit you to your Manhood : may the Gods
Diredl you to the bed.
Imo. Amen : I thanke thee. Exeunt.
Seena Quinta.
Enter Cymbeline, E>ucene, Cloten, Lucius,
and Lords.
Cym. Thus farre.and fo farewell.
Luc. Thankes, Royall Sir :
My Emperor hath wrote, I muft from hence.
And am right forty, that I muft report ye
My Mailers Enemy.
Cym. Our Subieils (Sir)
Will not endure his yoake ; and for our felfe
To ihew lefte Soueraignty then they, muft needs
Appeare vn-Kinglike.
Luc. So Sir : I delire of you
A Conduil ouer Land, to Milford-Hauen.
Madam,all ioy befall your Grace,and you,
Cym. My Lords, you are appointed for that OfSce :
The due of Honor, in no point omit :
So farewell Noble Lucira.
Luc. Your hand, my Lord.
Clot. Receiue it friendly : but from this time forth
I weare it as your Enemy.
Luc. Sir, the Euent
Is yet to name the winner. Fare you well.
Cym. Leaue not the worthy Lucira, good my Lords
Till he haue croft the Seuern. Happines. Exit Lucira,&c
Qu. He goes hence frowning : but it honours vs
That we haue giuen him caufe.
Clot. 'Tis all the better,
Your valiant Britaines haue their wilhes in it.
Cym. Lucira hath wrote already to the Emperor
How it goes heere. It fits vs therefore ripely
Our Chariots, and our Horfemen be in readinefle:
The Powres that he already hath in Gallia
Will foone be drawne to head, from whence he moues
His warre for Britaine.
S¿u. 'Tis not lleepy bufinefte.
But muft be look'd too fpeedily,and ftrongly.
Cym. Our expeftation that it would be thus
Hath made vs forward. But my gentle Queene,
Where is our Daughter ? She hath not appear'd
Before the Roman, nor to vs hath tender'd
The duty of the day. She looke vs like
A thing more made of malice, then of duty.
We haue noted it. Call her before vs, for
We haue beene too flight in fulFerance.
Qu. Royall Sir,
Since the exile of Poßhumta,moA retyr'd
Hath her life bin : the Cure whereof, my Lord,
'Tis time muft do, Befeech your Maiefty,
Forbeare Iharpe fpeeches to her. Shee's a Lady
So tender of rebukes, that words are ftroke;.
And ftrokes death to her.
Bnter a Me£enger.
Cym. Where is Ihe Sir ? How
Can her contempt be anfwer'd ?
Mef. Pleafe you Sir,
Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no anfwer
That will be giuen to'th'lowd of noife, we make.
ßa. My Lord, when lall I went to vifit her,
She pray'd me to excufe her keeping clofe,
Whereto conftrain'd by her infirmitie,
She Ihould that dutie leaue vnpaide to you
Which dayly Ihe was bound to proffer : this
She wifli'd me to make knowne : but our great Court
Made me too blame in memory.
Cym. Her doores lock'd
Not feene of late? Grant Heauens, that which I
Feare, proue falfe. Exit.
Qu. Sonne, I fay, follow the King.
Clot. That man of hers, Tifanio, her old Seruant
I haue not feene thefe two dayes. Exit,
Go, looke after :
Pifanio, thou that ftand'ft fo for foßhumta.
He hath a Drugge of mine : I pray, his abfence
Proceed by fwallowing that. For he beleeues
It is a thing moft precious. But for her.
Where is Ihe gone? Haply difpaire hath feiz'd her:
Or wing'd with feruour of her loue, Ihe's flowne
To her delir'd Poßhumra : gone Ihe is.
To death, or to dilhonor, and my end
Can make good vfe of either. Shee being downe,
I haue the placing of the Brittilh Crowne.
Enter Cloten.
How now, my Sonne f
Clot. 'Tis certaine Ihe is fled :
Go in and cheere the King, he rages, none
Dare come about him.
Slu. All the better : may
This night fore-ftall him of the comming day. Exit Qu.
Clo. I loue, and hate her : for Ihe's Faire and Royall,
And that Ihe hath all courtly parts more exquilite
Then
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The Tragedle of Cymbehne. 385
Then Lady, Ladies, Woman, from euery one
The beft ihe hath, and Ihe of all compounded
Out-felles them all. I loue her therefore, but
Difdaining me, and throwing Fauours on
The low PoßhumM, (landers fo her iudgement.
That what's elfe rare, is choak'd : and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay indeede.
To be teueng'd vpon her. For, when Fooles (hall
Enter Tifanio.
Who is heere? What, are you packing firrah ?
Come hither : Ah you precious Pandar, Villaine,
Where is thy Lady i' In a word, or elfe
Thou art ftraightway with the Fiends.
Pif. Oh, good my Lord.
C/o. Where is thy Lady ? Or, by Jupiter,
I will not aske againe. Clofe Villaine,
lie haue this Secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to finde it. Is (he with Poßhumus ?
From whofe fo many waights of bafeneife, cannot
A dram of worth be drawne.
Pif. Alas, my Lord,
How can (he be with him Î When was (he mifs'd ?
He is in Rome.
Cht. Where is (he SirCome neerer :
No farther halting : fatisfie me home.
What is become of her ?
Pf. Oh, my all-worthy Lord.
do. All-worthy Villaine,
Difcouer where thy Mi (tris is, at once.
At the next word ; no more of worthy Lord :
Speake, or thy filence on the inftant, is
Thy condemnation, and thy death.
Pif. Then Sir :
This Paper is the hiftorie of my knowledge
Touching her flight.
Clo. Let's fee't : I will purfue her
Euen to .Augußtu Throne.
Pif. Or this, or perifli.
She's (arre enough, and what he learnes by this.
May proue his trauell, not her danger.
Qh. Humh.
Pif. He write to my Lord (he's dead : Oh Imogen,
Safe mayft thou wander, fafe returne agen.
Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true ?
Pif. Sir,as I thinke.
clot. It is Poßhumtu hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou
would'ft not be a Villain, but do me true feruice: vnder-
go thofe Imployments wherin I (hould haue caufe to vfe
thee with a ferious induftry, that is, what villainy foere I
bid thee do to performe it, diredlly and truely, I would
thinke thee an honeft man : thou (hould'ft neither want
my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy prefer¬
ment.
Pif. Well, my good Lord.
Clot. Wilt thou ferue mee ? For fince patiently and
conftantly thou haft ftucke to the bare Fortune of that
Begger Poßhumtu, thou canft not in the courfe of grati¬
tude, but be a diligent follower of mine. Wilt thou ferue
mee ?
Pif. Sir, I will.
Ch. Giue mee thy hand, heere's my purfe. Haft any
of thy late Maliers Garments in thy polTeirion í
Pifan. I haue (my Lord) at my Lodging, the fame
Suite he wore, when he tooke leaue of my Ladie & Mi-
ftrelfe.
Ch. The flrft feruice thou doft mee, fetch that Suite
hither, let it be thy firft feruice, go.
Pif. I (hall my Lord. Exit.
Ch. Meet thee at Milford-Hauen : ( I forgot to aske
him one thing. He remember't anon: ) euen there, thou
villaine Poßhumtu will I kill thee. I would thefe Gar¬
ments were come. She faide vpon a time ( the bitternelTe
of it, I now belch from my heart) that Ihee held the very
Garment of Poßhumtu, in more refpefl, then my Noble
and naturall perfon 5 together with the adornement of
my Qualities. With that Suite vpon my backe wil I ra—
uilh her : firft kill him, and in her eyes; there (hall (he fee
my valour, which wil then be a torment to hir contempt.
He on the ground, my fpeech of infulment ended on his
dead bodie, and when my Luft hath dined (which, as I
fay, to vex her, I will execute in the Cloathes that (he fo
prais'd :)to the Court He knock her backe, foot her home
againe. She hath defpis'd mee reioycingly, and He bee
merry in my Reuenge.
Enter Pifanio.
Be thofe the Garments I
Pif. I, my Noble Lord.
Qh. How long is't fince (he went to Milford-Hauen ?
Pif. She can fcarfe be there yet.
Ch. Bring this Apparrell to my Chamber, that is
the fécond thing that I haue commanded thee. The third
is, that thou wilt be a voluntarle Mute to my defigne. Be
but dutious, and true preferment (hall tender it felfe to
thee. My Reuenge is now at Milford, would I had wings
to follow it. Come, and be true. Sxit
Pif. Thou bid'ft me to my lolTe : for true to thee.
Were to proue falfe, which I will neuer bee
To him that is mod true. To Milford go.
And finde not her, whom thou purfueft. Flow, flow
You Heauenly bleifings on her: This Fooles fpeede
Be croft with (lownefle ; Labour be his meede. Exit
Seena Sexta.
Enter Imogen alone.
Imo. I fee a mans life is a tedious one,
I haue tyr'd my felfe ; and for two nights together
Haue made the ground my bed. I (hould be ficke.
But that my refolution helpes me : Milford,
When from the Mountaine top, Pifanio (hew'd thee.
Thou was't within a kenne. Oh loue, I thinke
Foundations flye the wretched : fuch I meane.
Where they (hould be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,
I could not miffe my way. Will poore Folkes lye
That haue Affligions on them, knowing 'tis
A punilhment, or Triall Î Yes; no wonder,
when Rich-ones fcarfe tell true. To lapfe in Fulneife
Is forer, then to lye for Neede : and FaKhood
Is worfe in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,
Thou art one o'th'falfe Ones : Now I thinke on thee.
My hunger's gone ; but euen before, I was
At point to finke, for Food. But what is this?
Heere is a path too't ; 'lis fome fauage hold :
I were bell not call ; I dare not call : yet Famine
Ere cleane it o're-throw Nature, makes it valiant.
Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards : Hardnelfe euer
Of HardinelTe is Mother. Hoa? who's heere ?
If any thing that's ciuill, fpeake : if fauage.
Take,
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386 The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Take, or lend. Hoa No anfwer ? Then He enter.
Beft draw my Sword ; and if mine Enemy
But feare the Sword like me, hee'l fcarfely looke on't.
Such a Foe, good Heauens. Exit.
(After long abfence) fuch is yours. Moft welcome :
Be fprightly, for you fall 'mongft Friends.
Imo. 'Mongft Friends ?
If Brothers ; would it had bin fo, that they
Had bin my Fathers Sonnes, then had my prize
Bin lefTe, and fo more equall ballafting
To thee Poßhumus,
Bel. He wrings at lome diftrelle.
Gui. Would I could free't.
Arui. Or I, what ere it be.
What paine it coft, what danger : Gods !
Bel. Hearke Boyes.
Imo. Great men
That had a Court no bigger then this Caue,
That did attend themfelues, and had the vertue
Which their owne Confcience feal'd them : laying by
That nothing-guift of differing Multitudes
Could not out-peere thefe twaine. Pardon me Gods,
I'ld change my fexe to be Companion with them.
Since Leonattts faffe.
Bel. It fhall be fo :
Boyes wee'l go dreffe our Hunt. Faire youth come in ;
Difcourfe is heauy, falling : when we haue fupp'd
Wee'l mannerly demand thee of thy Story,
So farre as thou wilt fpeake it.
Gui. Pray draw neere.
Arui. The Night to'th'Owle,
And Morne to th'Larke leffe welcome.
Imo. Thankes Sir.
Arui. I pray draw neere. Exeunt.
Seena Séptima.
Enter 'Belariui, Guideritts, and Aruiragui.
"Bel, You folidore haue prou'd beft Woodman, and
Are Mailer of the Feaft : Cadvall, and I
Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, 'tis our match :
The fweat of induftry would dry, and dye
But for the end it workes too. Come, our ftomackes
Will make what's homely, fauoury : Wearinefle
Can fnore vpon the Flint, when reftie Sloth
Findes the Downe-pillow hard. Now peace be heere,
Poore houfe, that keep'ft thy felfe.
Gui. I am throughly weary.
Arui. I am weake with toyle, yet ftrong In appetite.
Gui. There is cold meat i'th'Caue, we'l brouz on that
Whil'ft what we haue kill'd, be Cook'd.
Bel. Stay, come not in !
But that it eates our vidlualles, I Ihould thinke
Heere were a Faiery.
Gui. What's the matter. Sir ?
'Bel. By lupiter an Angelí : or if not
An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenefte
No elder then a Boy.
Snter Imogen.
Imo. Good mafters harme me not :
Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
To haue begg'd, or bought, what 1 haue took ¡good troth
I haue ftolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
Gold ftrew'd i'th'Floore. Heere's money for my Meate,
I would haue left it on the Boord, fo foone
As I had made my Meale ; and parted
With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
Gui. Money.' Youth.
.Aru. All Gold and Siluer rather turne to durt.
As 'tis no better reckon'd, but of thofe
Who worftiip durty Gods.
Imo. I fee you're angry :
Know, if you kill me for my fault, I fliould
Haue dyed, had I not made it.
Bel. Whether bound
Imo. To Milford-Hauen.
Bel. What's your name ?
Imo. Fidele Sir : I haue a Kinfman, who
Is bound for Italy ; he embark'd at Milford,
To whom being going, almoft fpent with hunger,
I am falne in this offence.
Bel. Prythee (faire youth)
Thinke vs no Churles : nor meafure our good mindes
By this rude place we liue in. Well encounter'd,
'TIS almoft night, you fhall haue better cheere
Ere you depart; and thankes to ftay, and eate it :
Boyes, bid him welcome.
Gui. Were you a woman, youth,
I Ihould woo hard, but be your Groome in honefty :
I bid for you, as I do buy.
Arui. He make't my Comfort
He is a man. He loue him as my Brother :
And fuch a welcome as I'ld giue to him
Seena Odiaua.
Enter tvo Roman Senators,and Tribunes.
j.Sen. This is the tenor of the Emperors Writ;
That lince the common men are now in Ailion
'Gainft the Pannonians,and Dalmatians,
And that the Legions now in Gallia, are
Full weake to vndertake our Warres againft
The falne-off Britaines, that we do incite
The Gentry to this bufinelTe. He creates
Lucius Pro-Confull : and to you the Tribunes
For this immediate Leuy, he commands
His abfolute Commilfion. Long liue Csefar.
Tri. Is Lucius Generali of the Forces ?
z.Sen. I.
Tri. Remaining now in Gallia ?
I.Sen. With thofe Legions
Which I haue fpoke of, whereunto your leuie
Mull be fuppliant : the words of your Commiflion
Will tye you to the numbers, and the time
Of their difpatch.
Tri. We will difcharge our duty. Exeunt.
<îÂ5lus Quartus, Seena T'rima.
Enter Clotten alone.
Clot I am neere to'th'place where they fhould meet,
if Pijanio haue mapp'd it truely. How fit his Garments
ferue me.' Why Ihould his Miftris who was made by him
that
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that made the Taylor, not be fit too? The rather (Tauing
reuerence of the Word ) for 'tis faide a Womans fitnefle
comes by fits : therein I muft play the Workman, I dare
fpeake it to my felfe, for it is not Vainglorie for a man,
and his GlalTe, to confer in his owne Chamber; I meane,
the Lines of my body are as well drawne as his ; no lefle
young, more ftrong, not beneath him in Fortunes, be¬
yond him in the aduantage of the time, aboue him in
Birth, alike conuerfant in generali feruices, and more re-
markeable in fingle oppofitions; yet this imperfeuerant
Thing loues him in my defpight. What Mortalitie is f
Poßbumui, thy head (which now is growing vppon thy
Ihoulders) fliall within this houre be off, thy Miftris in»
forced, thy Garments cut to peeces before thy face: and
all this done, fpurne her home to her Father, who may
(happily) be a little angry for my fo rough vfage: but my
Mother hauing power of his teftinefle, lhall turne all in¬
to my commendations. My Horfe is tyed vp fafe , out
Sword, and to a fore purpofe : Fortune put them into my
hand : This is the very defcription of their meeting place
and the Fellow dares not deceiue me. Bxit.
Seena Secunda.
Enter 'Belarius, Guideritu, jiruiraguí ,and
Imogen from the Caue.
Bel. You are not well : Remaine heere in the Caue,
Wee'l come to you after Hunting.
xlrui. Brother, ftay heere :
Are we not Brothers ?
Imo. So man and man Ihould be.
But Clay and Clay, differs in dignitie,
Whofe duft is both alike. I am very ficke.
Gui. Go you to Hunting, He abide with him.
Imo. So ficke I am not, yet I am not well :
But not fo Citizen a wanton, as
To feeme to dye, ere ficke : So pleafe you, leaue me,
Sticke to your lournall courfe : the breach of Cuftome,
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me. Society, is no comfort
To one not fociable : I am not very ficke,
Since I can reafon of it : pray you truft me heere.
He rob none but my felfe, and let me dye
Stealing fo poorely.
Gui. I loue thee : I haue fpoke it.
How much the quantity, the waight as much.
As I do loue my Father.
"Bel. What.' How.' how.'
ulrui. If it be finne to fay fo (Sir) I yoake mee
In my good Brothers fault : I know not why
I loue this youth, and I haue heard you fay,
Loue's reafon's, without reafon. The Beere at doore.
And a demand who is't fhall dye. Fid fay"
My Father, not this youth.
IBel. Oh noble ftraine I
O worthineífe of Nature, hreed of GreatneflTe I
"Cowards father Cowards ,& Bafe things Syre Bace ;
"Nature hath Meale, and Bran ; Contempt, and Grace.
I'me not their Father, yet who this Ihould bee.
Doth myracle it felfe, lou'd before mee.
'Tis the ninth houre o'th'Morne.
yira/. Brother, farewell.
Imo. I wilh ye fport.
tArui. You health. So pleafe you Sir.
Imo. Thefe are kinde Creatures.
Gods, what lyes I haue heard :
Our Courtiers fay, all's fauage, but at Court ;
Experience, oh thou difproou'ft Report.
Th'emperious Seas breeds Monfters ; for the Dilh,
Poore Tributary Riuers, as fweet Fifli :
I am ficke ftill, heart-ficke; Pifanio,
He now tafte of thy Drugge.
Gui. I could not ftirre him :
He faid he was gentle, but vnfortunate ;
Diihoneftly afflifled, but yet honefi.
ydrui. Thus did he aufwer me : yet faid heereafter,
I might know more.
Bel. To'th'Field, to'th'Field :
Wee'l leaue you for this time, go in, and reft.
Arui. Wee'l not be long away.
Bel. Pray be not ficke.
For you muft be our Hufwife.
Imo. Well, or ill,
I am bound to you. Exit.
'Bel. And Ihal't be euer.
This youth, how ere diftreft,appeares he hath had
Good Anceftors.
Arui. How Angell-like he fings ?
Gui. But his neate Cookerie ?
Arui. He cut our Rootes in Charraflers,
And fawc'ft our Brothes, as luno had bin ficke.
And he her Dieter.
Arui. Nobly he yoakes
A fmiling, with a figh ; as if the fighe
Was that it was, for not being fuch a Smile :
The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye
From fo diuine a Temple, to commix
With windes, that Saylors raile at.
Gui. I do note.
That greefe and patience rooted in them both.
Mingle their fpurres together.
Arui. Grow patient.
And let the ftinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine
His periihing roote, with the encreafing Vine.
Bel. It is great morning. Come away : Who's there?
Enter Cloten.
Clo. I cannot finde tbofe Runnagates, that Villaine
Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
Bel. Thofe Runnagates.'
Meanes he not vs ? I partly know him, 'tis"
Cloten, the Sonne o'th'Queene. I feare fome Ambufti :
I law him not thefe many yeares, and yet
I know 'tis he : We are held as Out-Lawes : Hence.
Gui. He is but one : you, and my Brother fearch
What Companies are neere ; pray you away.
Let me alone with him.
Clot. Soft, what are you
That flye me thus?Some villaine-Mountainers?
I haue heard of fuch. What Slaue art thoii?
Gui. A thingi
More flauilh did I ne're, then anlwering
A Slaue without a knocke.
Cht. Thou art a Robber,
A Law-breaker, a Villaine : yeeld thee Theefe.
Gui. To who? to thee ? What art thou ? Haue not I
An arme as bigge as thine ? A heart, as bigge ;
Thy words I grant are bigger : for I weare not
My Dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art :
Why
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Why I fliould yeeld to thee?
Clot. Thou Villaine bafe,
Know'ft me not by my Cloathes?
Gui. No, nor thy Taylor, Rafcall :
Who is thy Grandfather ? He made thofe cloathes,
Which (as it feemes) make thee.
Clo. Thou precious Varlet,
My Taylor made them not.
Qui. Hence then, and thanke
The man that gaue them thee. Thou art fome Foole,
I am loath to beate thee.
Clot. Thou iniurious Theefe,
Heare but my name, and tremble.
Gui. What's thy name !
Clo. Cloten, thou Villaine.
Çui. C/ofrn, thou double Villaine be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it, were it Toad,or Adder, Spider,
'Twould moue me fooner.
Clot. To thy further feare.
Nay, to thy meere Confiifion, thou flialt know
1 am Sonne to'th'Queene.
Gui. I am forry for't : not feeming
So worthy as thy Birth.
Clot. Art not afeard ?
Çui. Thofe that I reuerence, thofe I feare : the Wife:
At Fooles I laugh : not feare them.
Clot. Dye the death ;
When I haue flaine thee with my proper hand,
He follow thofe that euen now fled hence :
And on the Gates of Luds^towne fet your heads:
Yeeld Rufticke Mountaineer. Fight and Exeunt.
Enter Belariui and Aruiragui.
Bel. No Companie's abroad ?
Arui. None in the world : you did miftake him fure.
Bel. I cannot tell : Long is it fince I faw him.
But Time hath nothing blurr'd thofe lines of Fauour
Which then he wore : the fnatches in his voice.
And burft of fpeaking were as his : I am abfolute
'Twas very Cloten.
Arui. In this place we left them j
I wifh my Brother make good time with him.
You fay he is fo fell.
Bel. Being fcarfe made vp,
I meane to man ; he had not apprehenfion
Of roaring terrors : Fordefedl of iudgement
Is oft the caufe of Feare.
Enter Guideritu.
But fee thy Brother.
Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purfe.
There was no money in't : Not Hercules
Could haue knock'd out his Braines, for he had none :
Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne
My head, as I do his.
'Bel. What haft thou done ?
Gui. I am perfefl what : cut off one Clotens head,
Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)
Who call'd me Traitor, Mountaineer, and fwore
With his owne fingle hand heel'd take vs in,
Difplace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow
And fet them on Luds-Fowne.
'Bel. We are all vndone.
Gui. Why, worthy Father, what haue we to loofe.
But that he fwore to take, our Liues ? the Law
Protedls not vs, then why Ihould we be tender.
To let an arrogant peece of flelh threat vs?
Play Judge, and Executioner, all himfelfe ?
For we do feare the Law. What company
Difcouer you abroad ?
"Bel. No fingle foule
Can we fet eye on : but in all fafe reafon
He muft haue fome Attendants. Though his Honor
Was nothing but mutation, I, and that
From one bad thing to worfe : Not Frenzie,
Not abfolute madneffe could fo farre haue rau'd
To bring him heere alone : although perhaps
It may be heard at Court, that fuch as wee
Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out-lawes, and in time
May make fome ftronger head, the which he hearing,
( As it is like him ) might breake out, and fweare
Heel'd fetch vs in, yet is't not probable
To come alone, either he fo vndertaking,
Or they fo fuftering : then on good ground we feare.
If we do feare this Body hath a taile
More perillous then the head.
Arui. Let Ord'nance
Come as the Gods fore-fay it : howfoere.
My Brother hath done well.
'Bel. I had no minde
To hunt this day : The Boy Fideles fickeneffe
Did make my way long forth.
Gui, With his owne Sword,
Which he did waue againft my throat, I haue tañe
His head from him : lie throw't into the Creeke
Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea,
And tell the Fifties, hee's the Queenes Sonne, Cloten,
That's all I reake. Bxit.
'Bel. I feare 'twill be reueng'd :
Would {Polidore) thou had'ft not done't : though valour
Becomes thee well enough.
Arui. Would I had done't :
So the Reuenge alone purfu'de me : PoUdere
I loue thee brotherly, but enuy much
Thou haft robb'd me of this deed : I would Reuenges
That poffible ftrength might meet, wold feek vs through
And put vs to our anfwer.
Bel. Well,'tis done ;
Wee'l hunt no more to day, nor feeke for danger [
Where there's no profit. I prythee to our Rocke,
You and Fidele play the Cookes : He ftay
Till hafty Polidore returne, and bring him
To dinner prefently.
Arui. Poore ficke Fidele.
He willingly to him, to gaine his colour,
H'd let a parifti of fuch Clotens blood.
And praife my felfe for charity. Exit.
Bel. Oh thou Goddeffe,
Thou diuine Nature ; thou thy felfe thou blazon'ft
In thefe two Princely Boyes : they are as gentle
As Zephires blowing below the Violet,
Not wagging his fweet head ; and yet, as rough
(Their Royall blood enchaf'd) as the rud'ft winde.
That by the top doth take the Mountaine Pine,
And make him ftoope to th'Vale. 'Tis wonder
That an inuifible inftinil Ihould frame them
To Royalty vnlearn'd. Honor vntaught,
Ciuility not feene from other : valour
That wildely growes in them, but yeelds a crop
As if it had beene fow'd : yet ftill it's ftrange
What Clotens being heere to vs portends.
Or what his death will bring vs.
Enter Guidereus.
Gui. Where's my Brother.'
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I haue fent Clotens Clot-pole downe the ftreame,
In Embaiîie to his Motherj his Bodie's hoftage
For his returne. Solemn Mußcl^.
^eh My ingenuous Inftrument,
(Hearke PoHdore)\\. founds:but what occafion
Hath Cadwal now to giue it motion ? Hearke.
Gui, Is he at home ?
He went hence euen now.
Gut. What does he meane ?
Since death of my deer'ft Mother
It did not fpeake before. All folemne things
Should anfwer folemne Accidents. The matter?
Triumphes for nothing, and lamenting Toyes,
Is lollity for Apes, and greefe for Boyes.
Is Cadtvall mad ?
Enter AruiragtUy rpith Imogen deady hearing
her in hù Armee,
^el. Looke, heere he comes,
And brings the dire occafion in his Armes,
Of what we blame him for.
Arui.. The Bird is dead
That we haue made fo much on. I had rather
Haue skipt from fixteene yeares of Ag", to fixty ;
To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,
Then haue feene this.
Gui, Oh fweeteft, fay reft Lilly :
My Brother weares thee not the one hälfe fo well,
As when thou grew'ft thy felfe.
Bel. Oh Melancholly,
Who euer yet could found thy bottome? Finde
The Ooze, to ihew what Coaft thy fiuggiih care
Might'ft eafileft harbour in. Thou bleltcd thing,
loue knowes what man thou might'ft haue made : but I,
Thou dyed'ft a moft rare Boy, of Melancholly.
How found you him ?
Arui, Starke, as you fee :
Thus fmiling, as fome Fly had tickled fiumber,
Not as deaths dart being laugh'd at : his right Cheeke
Repofing on a Cu/hion.
Gui. Where ?
Arui. O'th'floore :
His armes thus leagued, I thought he flept, and put
My clowted Brogues from off my feete, whofe rudeneffe
Anfwer*d my fteps too lowd.
Gui, Why, he but fieepes :
If he be gone, hee^l make his Graue, a Bed :
With female Fayries will his Tombe be haunted,
And Wörmes will not come to thee.
Arui, With fayreft Flowers
WhiTft Sommer lafts, and I Hue heere, FideUy
He fweeten thy fad graue : thou fiialt not lacke
The Flower that's like thy face. Pale-Primrofe, nor
The azur'd Hare-bell, like thy Veines: no, nor
The leafe of Eglantine, whom not to fiander,
Out-fweetned not thy breath : the Raddocke would
With Charitable bill (Oh bill fore foaming
Thofe rich-left-heyres, that let their Fathers lye
Without a Monument) bring thee all this,
Yea, and furr'd Moffe befides. When Flowres are none
To winter-ground thy Coarfe
Gui. Prythee haue done.
And do not play in Wench-like words with that
Which is fo ferious. Let vs bury him,
And not protract with admiration, what
Is now due debt. To'th'graue,
Arui, Say, where foall's lay him ?
Gut, By good Suriphiky our Mother.
Arui. Bee't fo :
And let vs ( PoHdore) though now our voyces
Haue got the mannifo cracke, fing him to'th'ground
As once to our Mother : vfe like note, and words,
Saue that Euriphilcy muft be Pidele,
Qui. Cadxoally
I cannot fing : He weepe,and word it with thee;
For Notes of forrow, out of tune, are worfe
Then Priefts, and Phanes that lye.
Arui. Wee'l fpeake it then,
Bel. Great greefes I fee medicine the leffe : For Cloten
Is quite forgot. He was a Queenes Sonne, Boyes,
And though he came our Enemy, remember
He was paid for that: though meane, and mighty rotting
Together haue one duft, yet Reuerence
(That Angelí of the world) doth make diftinflion
Of place 'tweene high, and low. Our Foe was Princely,
And though you tooke his life, as being our Foe,
Yet bury him, as a Prince.
Gui, Pray you fetch him hither,
Tdherfitee body is as good as Aiaxy
When neyther are aliue.
Arui, If you'l go fetch him,
Wee'l fay our Song the whil'ft : Brother begin.
Gui. Nay Cadtvally we muft lay his head to th'Eaft,
My Father hath a reafon for't.
Arui. 'Tis true.
Gui. Come on then, and remoue him.
Arui, So, begin.
SONG.
Guid. Feare no more the heate d*tFSuny
Nor the furious Winters rageSy
T'hou thy rrorldly tasl{haß doUy
Home art gon yond tane thy rvages.
Golden LadSyUnd Girles all muß y
As Chtmney-S-tveepers come to duß.
Arui. Feare no more the frotrne ô'tFGreaty
Thou art paß the Tirants ßroa^Cy
Care no more to cloath and eatey
To thee the Reede ü oó the Oalty :
The ScepteryLearningyPhyßc^ mußy
All foliota this and come to duß.
Guid. Feare no more the Lightningßajh.
Arui. Nor tFall-dreaded Tbunderßone.
Gui. Feare not Slander y Cenjure raß.
Arui. Thou haßßnißld Toy and mone.
Both, tAll Louer s young yull Louers muß y
C^nßgne to thee and cometo duß%
Guid. No Exorcifor harme theey
Arui. Nor no witch-craft charme thee,
Guid. Qhoß 'vnlaid for hear e thee.
Arui, Nothing ill come neere thee.
Both. S^uiet confumation kaue.
And renowned be thy graue.
Enter Belarius with the body of Cloten,
Gui, We haue done our obfequies :
Come lay him downe.
Tdel. Heere's a few Flowres, but 'bout midnight more ;
The hearbes that haue on them cold dew o'th'night
Are ftrewings fit'ft for Graues : vpon their Faces.
You were as Flowres, now wither'd : euen fo
Thefe Herbelets foall, which we vpon you ftrew.
Come on, away, apart vpon our knees :
The ground that gaue them firft, ha's them againe :
Their plcafures here are paft,fo are their paine. Exeunt,
b b b Imogen
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39 o The Tragédie of Cymbeline.
Imogen ima\es.
Yes Sir, to Milford-Hauen, which is the way ?
I thanke you : by yond bufli? pray how farre thether f
'Ods pittiicins ! can it be fixe mile yet ?
I haue gone all night ; 'Faith, lie lye downe, and fleepe.
But foft ; no Bedfellow / Oh Gods, and Goddefles/
Thefe Flowres are like the pleafures of the World ;
This bloody man the care on't. I hope I dreame :
For fo I thought I was a Caue-keeper,
And Cooke to honeft Creatures. But 'tis not fo:
'Twas but a bolt of nothing, fliot at nothing.
Which the Braine makes of Fumes. Our very eyes.
Are fometimes like our Judgements, blinde. Good faith
I tremble ftill with feare : but if there be
Vet left in Heauen, as fmall a drop of pittie
As a Wrens eye ; fear'd Gods, a part of it.
The Dreame's heere ftill : euen when I wake it is
Without me, as within me : not imagin'd, felt.
A headleffe man ? The Garments of PoRhumtu ?
I know the ihape of's Legge : this is his Hand :
His Foote Mercuriall : his martiall Thigh
The brawnes of Hercules : but his louiall face——
Murther in heauen I How ? 'tis gone. P'tjanh,
All Curfes madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes,
And mine to boot, be darted on thee : thou
Confpir'd with that Irregulous diuell doten.
Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read.
Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Ti/anio,
Hath with bis forged Letters (damn'd Pifanio)
From this moft braueft vefiell of the world
Strooke the maine top ! Oh Poßhumui, alas.
Where is thy head.' where's that? Aye me ! where's that ?
Pijanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart,
And left this head on. How ftiould this be, Pifaniof
'Tis he, and doten : Malice, and Lucre in them
Haue laid this Woe heere. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant !
The Drugge he gaue me, which hee faid was precious
And Cordiall to me, haue I not found it
Murd'rous to'th'Senfes / That confirmes it home :
This is Pifanio's deede, and doten : Oh !
Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood.
That we the horrider may feeme to thofe
Which chance to finde vs. Oh, my Lord ! my Lord !
Enter Lucius, Caftaines ,and a Soothjayer.
Cap. To them,the Legions garrifon'd in Gallia
After your will, haue croft the Sea, attending
You heere at Milford-Hauen, with your Sbippes:
They are heere in readinelfe.
Luc. But what from Rome ?
Cap, The Senate hath ftirr'd vp the Confiners,
And Gentlemen of Italy, moft willing Spirits,
That promife Noble Seruice : and they come
Vnder the Conduit of bold lacbimo,
Syenna^s Brother.
Luc. When expeil you them ?
Cap. With the next benefit o'th'winde.
Luc. This forwardnefle
Makes our hopes faire. Command our prefent numbers
Be mufter'd ; bid the Captaines looke too't. Now Sir,
What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpofe.
Sooth. Laft night, the very Gods fliew'd me a vifion
(I faft,and pray'd for their Intelligence) thus:
1 faw loues Bird, the Roman Eagle wing'd
From the fpungy South, to this part of the Weft,
There vanilh'd in the Sun-beames, which portends
( Vnleffe my finnes abufe my Diuination )
Succefle to th'Roman hoaft.
Luc, Dreame often fo.
And neuer falfe. Soft hoa, what truncke is heere?
Without his top ? The ruine fpeakes, that fometime
It was a worthy building. How? a Page ?
Or dead, or fieeping on him ? But dead rather :
For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed
With the defunû, or fleepe vpon the dead.
Let's fee the Boyes face.
Cap. Hee's aliue my Lord.
Luc. Hee'l then inftruil vs of this body : Young one.
Informe vs of thy Fortunes, for it feemes
They craue to be demanded : who is this
Thou mak'ft thy bloody Pillow ? Or who was he
That (otherwife then noble Nature did)
Hath alter'd that good Piffure? What's thy intereft
In this fad wracke.? How came't ? Who is't ?
What art thou/
Imo. I am nothing ; or if not.
Nothing to be were better : This was my Mafter,
A very valiant Britaine, and a good.
That heere by Mountaineers lyes flaine : Alas,
There is no more fuch Mafters : I may wander
From Eaft to Occident, cry out for Seruice,
Try many, all good : ferne truly : netter
Finde fuch another Mafter.
Luc. ' Lacke, good youth :
Thou mou'ft no lelfe with thy complaining, then
Thy Maifter in bleeding : fay his name,good Friend.
Imo, Richard du Champ : If I do lye, and do
No harme by it, though the Gods heare, I hope
They'l pardon it. Say you Sir/
Luc. Thy name ?
Imo. Fidele Sir.
Luc. Thou doo'ft approue thy felfe the very fame ;
Thy Name well fits thy Faith j thy Faith, thy Name :
Wilt take thy chance with me ? I will not fay
Thou flialt be fo well mafter'd, but be fure
No leflë belou'd. The Romane Emperors Letters
Sent by a Confull to me, Ihould not fooner
Then thine owne worth preferre thee : Go with me.
Imo. He follow Sir. But firft,and't pleafe the Gods,
He hide my Mafter from the Flies, as deepe
As thefe poore Pickaxes can digge ; and when
With wild wood-leaues & weeds, I ha' ftrew'd his graue
And on it faid a Century of prayers
(Such as I can)twice o're. He weepe,and fighe.
And leaning fo his feruice, follow you.
So pleafe you entertaine mee.
Luc. I good youth.
And rather Father thee, then Mafter thee : My Friends,
The Boy hath taught vs manly duties : Let vs
Finde out the prettied Dazied-Plot we can.
And make him with our Pikes and Partisans
A Graue : Come, Arme him : Boy hee's preferr'd
By thee, to vs, and he lhall be interr'd
As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull ; wipe thine eyes.
Some Falles are meanes the happier to arife. Exeunt
Seena Tertia,
Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pijanio.
Cym. Againe : and hring me word how'tis with her,
A Feauour with the abfence of her Sonne j
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A madnefle, of which her life's in danger : Heauens,
How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
The great part of my comfort, gone : My Queene
Vpon a deiperate bed, and in a time ^
When fearefuU Warres point at me : Her Sonne gone.
So needful] for this prefent ? It ftrikes me,paft
The hope of comfort. But for thee. Fellow,
Who needs muft know of her departure, and
Doft feeme fo ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee
By a lharpe Torture.
TiJ. Sir, my life is yours,
I humbly fet it at your will : But for my Miftris,
I nothing know where Ihe remaines : why gone.
Nor when Ihe purpofes returne. Befeech your Highnes,
Hold me your loyall Seruant.
Lord. Good my Liege,
The day that flie was miffing, he was heere ;
I dare be bound hee's true, and ftall performe
All parts of his fubieftion loyally. For Cloten,
There wants no diligence in feeking him.
And will no doubt be found.
Cym. The time is troublefome !
Wee'l (lip you for a feafon, but our iealoufie
Do's yet depend.
Lord. So pleafe your Maiefty,
The Romaine Legions,all from Gallia drawne.
Are landed on your Coaft, with a fupply
Of Romaine Gentlemen, by the Senate fent.
Cym. Now for the Counfaile of my Son and Queen,
I am amaz'd with matter.
Lord. Good my Liege,
Your preparation can affront no leife (ready s
Then what you heare of. Come more, for more you're
The want is, but to put thofe Powres in motion.
That long to rooue.
Cym. 1 thanke you : let's withdraw
And meete the Time, as it feekes vs. We feare not
What can from Italy annoy vs, but
We greeue at chances heere. Away. Exeunt
Pifa. I heard no Letter from my Mafter,lince
I wrote him Imogen was (laine. 'Tis dränge :
Nor heare I (rom my Miftris, who did promife
To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I
What is betide to Cloten, but remaine
Perplext in all. The Heauens ftill muft worke :
Wherein I am falfe, I am honed : not true, to be true.
.Thefe prefent warres (hall finde I loue my Country,
Euen to the note o'th'King, or He fall in them :
All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd.
Fortune brings in fome Boats, that are not deer'd. Exit.
Seena Qjiarta.
Enter Helarius, Gmderitu,0" Aruimguá.
Gui. The noyfe js round about vs.
'Bel, Let vs from it.
eArui. What pleafure Sir,we finde in life, to locke it
From Adlion, and Aduenture.
Gui. Nay, what hope
Haue we in hiding vs? This way the Romaines
Mud, or for Britaines (lay vs or receiue vs
For barbarous and vnnaturall Reuolts
During their vfe,and (lay vs after.
'Bel. Sonnes,
Wee'l higher to the Mountaines, there fecure v..
To the Kings party there's no going : newneffe
Of Clotens death (we being not knowne, not muder'd
Among the Bands) may driue vs to a render
Where we haue liu'd; and fo extort from's that
Which we haue done, whofe anfwer would be death
Drawne on with Torture.
Gui. This is (Sir)a doubt
In fuch a time, nothing becomming you.
Nor fatisfying vs.
Arui.. It is not likely,
That when they heare their Roman horfes neigh.
Behold their qu'arter'd Fires ; haue both their eyes
Aud eares fo cloyd importantly as now.
That they will wade their time vpon our note.
To know from whence we are.
'Bel. Oh,I am knowne
Of many in the Army ; Many yeeres
(Though Cloten then but young) you fee, not wore him
From my remembrance. And befides, the King
Hath not deferu'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,
Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding ;
The certainty of this heard life, ayehopeleffe
To haue the courtefie your Cradle promis'd.
But to be dill hot Summers Tanlings,and
The (hrinking Slaues of Winter.
Gui. Then be fo.
Better to ceafe to be. Pray Sir, to'th'Army ;
I, and my Brother are not knowne ; your felfe
So out of thought, and thereto fo ore-growne.
Cannot be quedion'd.
Arui. By this Sonne that (hines
He thither : What thing is't, that I neuer
Did fee man dye, fcarfe euer look'd on blood.
But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venifon ?
Neuer bedrid a Horfe faue one, that had
A Rider like my felfe, who ne're wore Rowell,
Nor Iron on his heeler" I am alham'd
To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue
The benefit of his bled Beames,remaining
So long a poore vnknowne.
Gui. By heauens He go.
If you will blelTe me Sir, and giue me leaue.
He take the better care : but if you will not.
The hazard therefore due fall on me,by
The hands of Romaines.
Arui. So fay I, Amen.
'Bel. No reafon I ( fince of your Hues you fet]
So (light a valewation ) (hould referue
My crack'd one to more care. Haue with you Boyes:
If in your Country warres you chance to dye.
That is my Bed too (Lads)and there He lye.
Lead,leadj the time feems long, their blood thinks fcorn
Till It flye out,and (hew them Princes borne. Sxeunt.
Actus Quintus. Seena Trima.
Enter Pcßhumtu alone,
Pofl. Yea bloody cloth, He keep thee : for I am wilht
Thou Ihould^ft be coloured thus. You married ones,
If each of you Ihould take this courfe, how many
Muft murther Wiues much better then themfelues
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392 The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
I^or wrying but a little ? Oh Pijanio,
Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands:
No Bond, but to do iuft ones. Gods, if you
Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer
Had liu'd to put on this : fo had you faued
The noble Imogen, to repent, and ftrooke
Me (wretch)more worth your Vengeance. But aladee.
You fnatch fome hence for little faults ; that's loue
To haue them fall no more : you fome permit
To fécond illes with illes, each elder worfe.
And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.
But Imogen is your owne, do your beft willes,
And make me bleft to obey. I am brought hither
Among th'Italian Gentry, and to fight
Againft my Ladies Kingdome : 'Tis enough
That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Miftris : Peace,
lie giue no wound to thee : therefore good Heauens,
Heare patiently my purpofe. He difrobe me
Of thefe Italian weedes, and fuite my ielfe
As do's a Britaine Pezant : fo He fight
Againft the part I come with : fo He dye
For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life
Is euery breath, a death : and thus, vnknowne,
Pittied, nor hated, to the face of perill -
My felfe He dedicate. Let me make men know
More valour in me, then my habits Ihow.
Gods, put the ftrength o'th'Leonati in me :
To ihame the guize o'th'world, I will begin.
The faftiion lelfe without, and more within. Bxit.
Seena Secunda.
Enter Lucïué^ lacb'mo^and the Romane Army at one doorei
and the britaine Army at another : Leonatus Poßhumui
Jolloiv 'tng liJ^e a poore Souldier, They march over, and goe
out. Then enter agatne in Si^rmijh lacbimo and Foñhu-
mu¿ : he njanquißoeth and difarmeth lachimo, aud then
leaues him.
lac. The heauinefle and guilt within my bofome,
Takes off my manhood : I haue belyed a Lady,
The Princeffe of this Country ; and the ayre on't
Reuengingly enfeebles me, or could this Carle,
A very drudge of Natures, haue fubdu'de me
In my profeffion r* Knighthoods,and Honors borne
As I weare mine)are titles but of fcorne.
If that thy Gentry (Britaine^ go before
This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes
Is, that we fcarfe are men, andyou are Goddes. Exit.
The Battaile continues ^ the Britatnes flyCymbeline ù
taken : Then enter to hù refcuey Bellartui, Guiderius,
and Aruiragu¿.
Be/.Stand, ftandjwe haue th'aduantage of the ground,
The Lane is guarded : Nothing rowts vs, but
The villany of our feares.
Gui, Arui. Stand, (land,land hght.
Enter Boflbumtu^and féconds the Britaines. They Rejcue
CymbelinCy and Exeunt.
Then enter Lucius y lacbimo y and Imogen.
Luc. Away boy from the Troopes,and laue thy felfe:
For friends kil friends,and the diforder's fuch
As warre were hood-winkM.
lac. 'Tis their freih fupplies.
Luc, It is a day turn'd Urangely : or betimes
Let's re-inforce, or fly. Exeunt
Seena Tertia.
Enter Poßhumtu, and a Britaine Lord.
Lor. Cam'ft thou from where they made the ftand ?
Poß. I did,
Though you it feemes come from the Fliers ?
Lo, 1 did.
Poß. No blame be to you Sir, for all was loft.
But that the Heauens fought : the King himfelfe
Of his wings deftitute, the Army broken,
And but the backes of Britaines feene ; all flying
Through a ftrait Lane, the Enemy full-hearted.
Lolling the Tongue with flaught'ring : hauing worke
More plentifull, then Tooles to doo't : ftrooke downe
Some mortally, fome llightly touch'd, fome falling
Meerely through feare,that the ftrait pafle was damm'd
With deadmen,hurt behinde,and Cowards liuing
To dye with length'ned ftiame.
Lo. Where was this Lane ?
Pç^.Clofe by the battell,ditch'd, & wall'd with turph,
Which gaue aduantage to an ancient Soldiour
(An honeftone 1 warrant) who deferu'd
So long a breeding, as his white beard came to,
In doing this for's Country. Athwart the Lane,
He, with two ftriplings(Lads more like to rpn
The Country bafe, then to commit fuch flaughter,
With faces fit for Maskes, or rather fayrer
Then thofe for preferuation cas'd, or ftiame)
Made good the pafläge, cryed to thofe that fled.
Our 'Britaines hearts dye flying, not our men.
To darknefle fleete foules that flye backwards; ftand.
Or we are Romanes, and will giue you that
Like beafts, which you ftiun beaftly, and may faue
But to looke backe in frowne : Stand,ftand. Thefe three.
Three thoufand confident, in afle as many :
For three performers are the File, when all
The reft do nothing. With this word ftand, ftand,
Accomodated by the Place ¡more Charming
With their owne NobleneiTe, which could haue turn'd
A Diftaftê, to a Lance, guilded pale lookes ;
Part Ihame, part fpirit renew'd, that fome turn'd coward
But by example (Oh a finne in Warre,
Damn'd in the firft beginners) gan to looke
The way that they did, and to grin like Lyons
Vpon the Pikes o'th'Hunters. Then begänne
A ftop i'th'Chafer ; a Retyre : Anon
A Rowt, confufion thicke : forthwith they flye
Chickens, the way which they ftopt Eagles : Slaucs
The ftrides the Viflors made : and now our Cowards
Like Fragments in hard Voyages became
The life o'th'need : hauing found the backe doore open)
Of the vnguarded hearts : heauens,how they wound,
Some ftaine before fome dying ; fome their Friends
Ore-borne i'th'former waue, ten chac'd by one.
Are now each one the flaughter-man of twenty :
Thofe that would dye, or ere refill, are growne
The mortall bugs o'th'Field.
Lor"
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The Tragedle of Cymbeline.
Lord. This was ftrange chance :
A narrow Lane,an old man,and two Boyes.
Poß. Nay, do not wonder at it : you are made
Rather to wonder at the things you heare,
Then to worke any. Will you Rime vpon't,
And vent it for a Mock'rie Heere is one :
"Two "Boyes,an Oldman (twice a Boy)a Lane,
"Pre/era d the "Britaines, was the Romanes bane.
Lord. Nay, be not angry Sir.
Poß. Lacke,to what end.'
Who dares not ftand his Foe, He be his Friend :
For if hee'l do, as he is made to doo,
I knowhee'l quickly flye my friendlhip too.
You haue put me into Rime.
Lord. Farewell, you're angry. Exit.
Poß. Still going ? This is a Lord : Oh Noble mifery
To be i'th'Field,and aske whatnewes of me :
To day, how many would haue giuen their Honours
To haue fau'd their Carkafles.' Tooke heele to doo't,
And yet dyed too. I,in mine owne woe charm'd
Could not finde death, where 1 did heare him groane.
Nor feele him where he ftrooke. Being an vgly Monfter,
"Tis Arange he hides him in frelh Cups,foft Beds,
Sweet words; or hath moe miniAers then we
That draw his kniues I'th'War. Well I will finde him :
For being now a Fauourer to the Britaine,
No more a Britaine, I haue refum'd againe
The part I came in. Fight I will no more,
But yeeld me to the verieA Hinde, that lhall
Once touch my ihoulder. Great the flaughter is
Heere made by'th'Romane ; great the Anfwer be
Britaines muA take. Forme, my Ranfome's death,
On eyther fide I come to fpend my breath ;
Which neyther heere He keepe, norbeare agen.
But end it by fome meanes for Imogen.
Snter two Captaines, and Soldiers.
1 Great lupiter be prais'd, Lucius is taken,
'Tis thought the old man, and his fonnes, were Angels.
2 There was a fourth man, in a filly habit.
That gaue th'Affront with them.
1 So 'tis reported :
But none of'em can be found. Stand, who's there ?
Poß. A Roman,
Who had not now beene drooping heere, if Seconds
Had anfwer'd him.
2 Lay hands on him : a Dogge,
A legge of Rome lhall not returne to tell
What Crows haue peckt them here : he brags his feruice
As if he were of note : bring him to'th'King.
Enter Cymbeline, Belarius ,Guiderws, siruiragtes, Pijanio ,and
Romane Captiues. The Captaines prejent Poßhumus to
Cymbeline,who deliuers him ouer to a Gaoler.
Seena Quarta.
Enter PoßbumuSyand Gaoler,
Gao. You íhall not now be ftolne,
You haue lockes vpon you :
So graze, as you finde Pafture.
z.Gao. l,or a fiomacke.
Poß. Moft welcome bondage ; for thou art a way
(I thinke) to liberty; yet am I better
Then one that's fickeo'th*Gowt,fince he had rather
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Groane foin perpetuity, then be cur'd
By'th'fure Phyfitian, Death ; who is the key
T'vnbarre thefe Lockes.My Confcience,thou art fetter'd
More then my íhanks,ác wrifts:you good Gods giue me
The penitent Inftrument to picke that Bolt,
Then free for euer. Is't enough I am forry ?
So Children temporal! Fathers do appeafe 5
Gods are more full of mercy. Muft I repent,
I cannot do it better then in Gyues,
Defir'd, more then conftrain'd, to fatisfie
If of my Freedome 'tis the maine part, take
No ftriÖer render of me, then my All.
I know you are more clement then vilde men,
Who of their broken Debtors take a third,
A fixt, a tenth, letting them thriue againe
On their abatement ; that's not my defire.
For Imogens deere life, take mine, and though
'Tis not fo deere, yet 'tis a life j you coyn'd it,
'Tweene man,and man, they waigh not euery ftampe :
Though light, take Peeces for the figures fake,
(You rather) mine being yours : and fo great Powres,
If you will take this Audit, take this life.
And cancell thefe cold Bonds. Oh Imogeny
He fpeake to thee in filence.
Solemne Mußcl^. Enter {as in an Apparation)SicilUvs Leo^
natuSy Father to Poßhumus^an old man,attyred like a rvar*
rioury leading in his hand an ancient Matron ( his »//è, &
Mother to Poñhumus ) tvith Mußcl^ before them. 'Then,
after other Mufickp y foliotées the tteo young Leonati ( Bro¬
thers to Polthumus) toith teounds as they died in the tearrs.
They circle loßhumus round as be lies ßeeping,
Sicil. No more thou Thunder-Mafter
/hew thy fpight,on Mortall Files :
With Mars fall out with Juno chide, that thy Adulteries
Rates,and Reuenges.
Hath my poore Boy done ought but well,i
whofe face I neuer faw :
I dy'de whil'ft in the Wombe he ftaide,
attending Natures Law.
Whofe Father then (as men report,
thou Orphanes Father art)
Thou íhould'íl haue bin, and iheelded him,
from this earth-vexing fmart.
cMotb. Lucina lent not me her ayde,
but tooke me in my Throwes,
That from me was Poßhumus ript,
came crying 'mong'ft his Foes.
A thing of pitty.
Sicil. Great Nature like his Ancefirie,
moulded the ftuffe fo faire :
That hed feru'd the praife o'th'World,
as great Sicilius heyre.
i.Bro. When once he was mature for man,
in Britaine where was hee
That could ftand vp his paralell ?
Or fruitfull obieil: bee ?
In eye of Imogeny that beft could deeme
his dignitie.
Mo, With Marriage wherefore was he mockt
to be exird,and throwne
From Leonati Seate, and caft from her,
his deereft one :
Sweete Imogen ?
Sic, Why did you fufFer /¿jr-è/wo, flight thing of Italy,
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394 'Tragedy of Cymbeîine.
To taint his Nobler hart & braine,with needlefleleloufy,
And to become the geeke and fcorne o'th'others vilany?
2 'Bro. For this, from ftiller Seats we came,
our Parents,and vstwaine.
That ftriking in our Countries caufe,
fell brauely,and were llaine,
Our Fealty,& Tenantitu right, with Honor to maintaine.
I Bro. Like hardiment Poßhumtu hath
to Cymbel'me performed :
Then lupiter.y King of Gods,why haft y thus adiourn'd
The Graces for his Merits due,being all to dolors turn'd?
Sidl. Thy Chriftall window ope ; looke,
looke out, no longer exercife
Vpon a valiant Race, thy harfti,and potent iniuries i
Moth. Since(Iupiter) our Son is good,
take off his miferies.
■Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Manfion, helpe,
or we poore Ghofts will cry
To'th'fliining Synod of the reft,againft thy Deity.
'Brothers. Helpe (lupiter) or we appeale,
and from thy iuftice flye.
lufiter thejcertds in Thunder and Lightning ,ßtting Vf pon an
Eagle : hee thrones a Thunder-bolt. The Ghoßes fall on
their linees.
lufiter. No more you petty Spirits of Region low
Offend our hearing : huffi. How dare you Ghoftes
Accufe the Thunderer, whofe Bolt (you know)
Sky-planted, batters ail rebelling Coafts.
Poore ihadowes of Elizium, hence, and reft
Vpon your neuer-withering bankes of Flowres.
Be not with mortall accidents oppreft,
No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.
Whom beft 1 loue, I croiTe ; to make my guift
The more delay'd, delighted. Be content.
Your low-laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift :
His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are fpent :
Our louiall Starre reign'd at his Birth, and in
Our Temple was he married : Rife,and fade.
He ftiall be Lord of Lady Imogen,
And happier much by his Affliflion made.
This Tablet lay vpon his Breft, wherein
Ourpleafure, his full Fortune, doth confine.
And fo away; no farther with your dinne
ExpreiTe Impatience, leaft you ftirre vp mine ;
Mount Eagle, to my Palace Chriftalline. uijcends
Sicil. He came in Thunder, his Celeftiall breath
Was fulphurous to fmell : the holy Eagle
Stoop'd, as to foote vs : his Afcenfion is
More fweet then our bleft Fields ; his Royall Bird
Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,
As when his God is pleas'd.
ulll. Thankes lupiter.
Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd
His radiant Roofe : Away, and to be bleft
Let vs with care performe his great beheft. Vanip
Boß. Sleepe, thou haft bin a Grandfire, and begot
A Father to me : and thou heft created
A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh fcorne)
Gone, they went hence fo foone as they were borne!
And fo I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend
On Greatneffe, Fauour ; Dreame as J haue done.
Wake, and finde nothing. But (alas) I fwerue !
Many Dreame not to finde, neither deferue.
And yet are fteep'd in Fauours ; fo am I
That haue this Golden chance, and know not why :
What Fayeries haunt this ground ! A BookfOh rare one.
Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment
Nobler then that it couers. Let thy effefls
So follow, to be moft vnlike our Courtiers,
As good, as promife.
Reades.
WHen ai a Lyons whelfe,palltohlmfelfevnltn<mn,niib-
out feekjng finde, and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender
Ayr et And n hen from a fiately Cedar pall be loft branches,
which being dead many yeares,pall after remue, bee ioynted to
the old Stocl^e, and freply grow, then pall Poßhumtu end hü
miferies, Britatne be fortunate, and fiourp in Peace and Plen¬
tie.
'Tis ftill a Dreame : or elfe fuch ftuffe as Madmen
Tongue, and braine not : either both, or nothing,
Or fenfeleflfe fpeaking, or a fpeaking fuch
As fenfe cannot vntye. Be what it is.
The Aftion of my life is like it, which He keepe
If but for fimpathy.
Enter Çaoler.
Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death ?
Poß. Guer-roafted rather : ready long ago.
Gao. Hanging is the word. Sir, if you bee readie for
that, you are well Cook'd.
Poß. So if I proue a good repaft to the Spe£Iator8,the
difti payes the Ihot.
Gao. A heauy reckoning for you Sir: But the comfort
is you lhall be called to no more payments, fear no more
Tauerne Bils, which are often the fadnefle of parting, as
the procuring of mirth ; you come in faint for want of
meate, depart reeling with too much drinke : furrie that
you haue payed too much, and forry that you are payed
too much : Purfe and Braine, both empty ; the Brain the
heauier, for being too light; the Purfe too light, being
drawne of heauineffe. Oh,of this contradiflion you ftiall
now be quit : Oh the charity of a penny Cord,it fummes
vp thoufands in a trice ; you haue no true Debitor, and
Creditor but it : of what's paft, is, and to come, the dif-
charge : your necke(Sis)is Pen,Booke,and Counters; fo
the Acquittance followes.
Poß. I am merrier to dye, then thou art to liue.
Gao. Indeed Sir,he that fleepes,feeles not the Tooth-
Ache : but a man that were to fleepe your ffeepe, and a
Hangman to helpe him to bed, I think he would change
places with his Officer : for, look you Sir, you know not
which way you (ball go.
Poß. Yes indeed do I, fellow.
Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then : I haue not
feene him fo piflur'd : you muft either bee direfled by
fome that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your
felfe that which 1 am fure you do not know : lor iump the
after-enquiry on your owne perill : and how you lhall
fpeed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne
to tell one.
Poß. I tell thee. Fellow, there are none want eyes, to
direñ them the way I am going, but fuch as winke, and
will not vfe them.
Gao. What an infinite mocke is this, that a man Ihold
haue the beft vfe of eyes, to fee the way of blindnelfe : I
am fure hanging's the way of winking.
Enter a Meßenger.
Mef. Knocke off his Manacles, bring your Prifoner to
the King.
Poß. Thou bring'ft good newes, I am call'd to bee
made free.
Qao. He be hang'd then.
Poß. Thou flialt be then freer then a Gaoler;no bolts
for
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for the dead.
Gao. VnleíTe a man would marry a Galtowes, & be¬
get yong Gibbets, I neuer faw one fo prone : yet on my
Confdence, there are verier Knaues defire to liue, for all
he be a Roman j and there be fome of them too that dye
againfï their willesj fo ihould I, if I were one, I would
we were all of one minde,and one minde good : O there
weife defolation of Gaolers and Galowfes : I fpeake a-
gainft my prefent profit, but my wiih hath a preferment
in't. Exeunt.
Seena Quinta,
Enter Cymbeline ^'^ellañuó y Guiderm y Arui-
ragu¿y Pifanioyand Lords.
Cynt, Stand by my fide you, whom the Gods haue made
Preferuers of my Throne : woe is my heart,'
That the poore Souldier that fo richly fought,
Whofe ragges, lham'd gilded Armes, whofe naked breft
Stept'before Targes of proofe, cannot be found î
He ihall be happy that can finde him, if
Onr Grace can make him fo.
^el, I neuer law
Such Noble fury in fo poore a Thing ; ,
Such precious deeds, in one that promift nought
But beggery, and poore lookes«
Cynt. No tydings of him ?
^ija. He hath bin fearchM among the dead,& liuing j
But no trace of him.
Cym. To my greefe, I am
The heyre of his Reward, which I will adde
To you (the Liuer,Heart,and Braine of Britaine)
By whom ( I grant) Ihe Hues. 'Tis now the time
To aske of whence you are. Report it.
^el. Sir,
In Cambria are we borne, and Gentlemen î
Further to boaft, were neycher true, nor modeft,
VnleíTe I adde, we are honefi.
Cym. Bow your knees :
Arife my Rnights o'th'Battell, I create you
Companions to our perfon, and will fit you
With Dignities becomming your efiates.
Enter Cornelitu and Ladies.
There's bufineíTe in thefe faces : why fo fadly
Greet you our Viitory ? you looke like Romaines,
And not o'th'Court of Britaine.
Corn. Hayle great King,
To fowre your happineíTe, I muft report
The Queene is dead.
Cym. Who worfe then a Phyfitian
Would this report become ? But I confider,
By Med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Will feize the Doftor too. How ended Ihe?
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life,
Which (being cruell to the world) concluded
Moft cruell to her felfe. What ihe confeft,
I will report, fo pleafe you. Thefe her Women
Can trip me,if I erre, who with wet cheekes
Were prefent when Ihe finifiiM.
Cym. Prythee fay.
Cor. Firft, Ihe confeft ihe neuer lou'd you onely
Affèfted Greatnefle got by you : not you s
Married your Royalty, was wife to your place :
Abhorr'd your perfon.
Cym. She alone knew this*.
And but ihe fpoke it dying, I would not
Beleeue her lips in opening it. Proceed.
Corn. Your daughter,whom ihe bore in hand to loue
With fuch integrity, ihe did confeiTe
Was as a Scorpion to her fight,whofe life
(But that her flight preuented it) ihe had
Ta ne off by poyfon.
Cym. O moft delicate Fiend!
Who is't can reade a Woman ? Is there more ?
Corn, More Sir, and worfe* She did confeiTe ihe had
For you a mortall Minerall, which being tooke,
Should by the minute feede on life,and lingering,
By inches wafte y^u. In which time, ihe purposed
By watching, weeping, tendance, kiiTmg,to
Orecome you with her ihewj and in time
(When ihe had fitted you with her craft, to worke
Her Sonne intd th'adoption of the Crowne :
But fayling of her end by his ftrange abfence,
Grew lhamelefle defperate, open'd (in defpight
Of Heauen ,and Men) her purpofes : repented
The eulls ihe hatch'd, were not efFe^ed : fo
Difpayring, dyed,
Cym, Heard you all this, her Women ?
La, We did, fo pleafe your HighneiTe.
Cym. Mine eyes
Were not in fault, for Ihe was beautifull :
Mine eares that heare her flattery, nor my heart,
That thought her like her feeming. It had beene vicious
To haue miftrufted her : yet (Oh my Daughter)
That it was folly in me, thou mayft fay,
And proue it in thy feeling. Heauen mend all.
Enter LucitUy lacbimo yand other Roman prifonersy
Leonatus hthindyand Imogen,
Thou comm'ft not Cam now for Tribute, that
The Britaines haue rac'd out, though with theloiTe
Of many a bold one : whofe Kinfmen haue made fuite
That their good foules may be appeas'd, with ilaughter
Of you their Captiues, which our felfe haue granted,
So thinke of your eftate.
Luc, Confider Sir, the chance of Warre, the day
Was yours by accident ; had it gone with vs,
We ihould not when the blood was cool, haue threatend
Our Prifoners with the Sword. But fince the Gods
Will haue it thus, that nothing but our liues
May be calTd ranfome, let it come : Sufficeth,
A Roman, with a Romans heart can fuffer:
tAugufius Hues to thinke on't : and fo much
For my peculiar care. This one thing onely
I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne)
Let him be ranfom'd : Neuer Mafterhad
A Page fo kinde, fo duteous, diligent,
So tender ouer his occafions, true,
So feate, fo Nurfe-iike : let his vertue loyne
With my requeft, which lie make bold , your HighneiTe
Cannot deny : he hath done no Britaine harme,
Though he haue feru'd a Roman. Saue him (Sir)
And ipare no blood befide.
Cym, I haue furely feene him :
His fauour is familiar to me : Boy,
Thou haft look'd thy felfe into my grace,
And art mine owne. I know not why, wherefore,
To fay, liue boy ; ne're thanke thy Mafter, liue 5
And aske of Cymbeline what Boone thou wilt,
Fitting my bounty, and thy ftate, He giue it :
Yea,
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y«a, though thou do demand a Prifoner
The Nobleft tane.
Jmo. 1 humbly thanke your Highnefle.i
Luc. I do not bid thee begge my life, good Lad,
And yet I know thou wilt.
Imo. No, no, alacke.
There's other worke in hand : I fee a thing
Bitter to me, as death : your life, good Mailer,
Mull fliuffle for it felfe.
Luc. The Boy difdaines me.
He leaues me,fcornes me : briefely dye their ioyes,
That place them on the truth of Gyrles,and Boyes.j
Why Hands he fo perplext ?
Cym. What would'ft thou Boy ?
I loue thee more,and more ; thinke mtve and more
What's bell to aske. Know'ft him thou look'ft onPfpeak
Wilt haue him liue? Is he thy Kin? thy Friend ?
Imo. He is a Romane, no more kin to me.
Then I to your Highnefle, who being bcfrn your vaflaile
Am fomething neerer.
Cym. Wherefore ey'ft him fo ?
Imo. He tell you (Sir)in priuate,if you pleafe
To giue me hearing.
Cym. I, with all my heart.
And lend my bell attention. What's thy name ?
Imo. Fidele Sir.
Cym. Thou'rt my good youth : my Page
He be thy Mailer*, walke with me : fpeake freely.
Bel. Is not this Boy reuiu'd from death ?
Arul. One Sand another
Not more refembles that fweet Rofie Lad :
Who dyed, and was Fidele : what thinke you ?
Gui. The fame dead thing aliue.
Be/.Peace, peace, fee further : he eyes vs not, forbeare
Creatures may be alike : were't he, I am fure
He would haue fpoke to vs.
Qui. But we fee him dead.
Bel. Be filent : let's fee further.
Pifa. It is my Millris :
Since Ihe is liuing, let the time run on.
To good, or bad.
Cym. Come, Hand thou by our fide.
Make thy demand alowd. Sir, Hep you forth,
Giue anfwer to this Boy, and do it freely.
Or by our GreatnelTe, and the grace of it
(Which is our Honor) bitter torture lhall
Winnow the truth from fallhood. One fpeake to him.
Imo, My boone is, that this Gentleman may render
Of whom he had this Ring.
Pofl. What's that to him ?
Cym, That Diamond vpon your Finger, fay
How came it yours
lach. Thou'lt torture me to leaue vnfpoken, that
Which to be fpoke, wou'd torture thee.
Cyu. How? me ?
lach, I am glad to be conllrain'd to vtter that
Which torments me to conceale. By Villany
I got this Ring : 'twas Leonatui lewell.
Whom thou did'll banilh : and which more may greeue
As it doth me : a Nobler Sir, ne're liu'd ( thee,
'Twixt sky and ground. Wilt thou heare more my Lord?
Cym. All that belongs to this.
lach. That Paragon, thy daughter,
For whom my heart drops blood, and my falfe fpirits
Qualle to remember. Giue me leaue, I faint.
Cym. My Daughter? what of hir.'Renew thy llrength
I had rather thou Ihould'll liue, while Nature will.
Then dye ere I heare more : llriue man, and fpeake.
lach. Vpon a time, vnhappy was the clocke
That llrooke the houre : it was in Rome, accurll
The Manfion where : 'twas at a Feall, oh would
Our Viands had bin poyfon'd(or at leall
Thofe which I heau'd to head: ) the good Poßhumus,
(What Ihould I fay? he was too good to be
Where ill men were, and was the bed of all
Among'ft the rar'ft of good ones) fitting fadly.
Hearing vs praife our Loues of Italy
For Beauty, that made barren the fwell'd boaft
Of him that bed could fpeake :for Feature, laming
The Shrine of'Venu4, or draight-pight Minerua,
Podures, beyond breefe Nature. For Condition,
A fliop of all the qualities, that man
Loues woman for, befides that hooke of Wiuing,
Fairenede, which drikes the eye.
Cym. I dand on fire. Come to the matter.
lach. All-too foone I diall,
Vnlefle thou would'd greeue quickly. This Poßhumus,
Mod like a Noble Lord, in loue, and one
That had a Royall Louer, tooke his hint.
And (not difpraifing whom we prais'd, therein
He was as calme as vertue) he began
His Midris piélure, which, by his tongue, being made.
And then a minde put in't, either our bragges
Were crak'd of Kitchen-Trulles,or his defcription
Prou'd vs vnfpeaking fottes.
Cym. Nay,nay,to'th'purpofe.
lach. Your daughters Chadity, (there it beginnes)
He fpake of her, as Dian had hot dreames.
And die alone, were cold : Whereat, I wretch
Made fcruple of his praife, and wager'd with him .
Peeces of Gold, 'gaind this, which then he wore
Vpon his honour'd finger) to attaine
In fuite the place oPs bed, and winne this Ring
By hers, and mine Adultery : he (trueKnight)
No lefler of her Honour confident
Then I did truly finde her, dakes this Ring,
And would fo, had it beene a Carbuncle
Of Phœbus Wheele ; and might fo fafely, had it
Bin all the worth oPs Carre. Away to Britaine
Pode I in this defigne : Well may you (Sir)
Remember me at Court,where I was taught
Of your chade Daughter, the wide difference
'Twixt Amorous, and Villanous. Being thus quench'd
Of hope, not longing; mine Italian braine,
Gan in your duller Britaine operare
Mod vildely : for my vantage excellent.
And to be breefe, my praflife fo preuayl'd
That I return'd with fimular proofe enough.
To make the Noble Leonatui mad.
By wounding his beleefe in her Renowne,
With Tokens thus, and thus : auerring notes
Of Chamber-hanging, Piilures, this her Bracelet
( Oh cunning how I got) nay fome markes
Of fecret on her perfon,that he could not
But thinke her bond of Chadity quite crack'd,
I hauing 'tane the forfeyt. Whereupon,
Me thinkes I fee him now.
Poß. I fo thou do'd,
Italian Fiend. Aye me, mod credulous Foole,
Egregious murtherer, Theefe,any thing
That's due to all the Villaines pad,in being
To come. Oh giue me Cord,or knifc,or poyfon.
Some
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S°ine vpright lufticer. Thou King,fend out
For Torturors ingenious s it is I
That all th'abhorred things o'th'earth amend
By being worfe then they. I am Poßhumus,
That kill'd thy Daughter : Villain-like, I lye.
That caus'd a lefler villaine then my felfe,
A facrilegious Theefe to doo't. The Temple
Of Vertue was (he ; yea,and ihe her felfe.
Spit, and throw ftones, call myre vpon me, fet
The dogges o'th'ftreet to bay me : euery villaine
Be call'd Poßhumui Leonatuó, and
Be villany lefle then 'twas. Oh Imogen I
My Queene, my life, my wife : oh Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen,
Imo. Peace my Lord,heare, heare.
Poß. Shall's haue a play of this?
Thou fcornfull Page, there lye thy part.
Pif. Oh Gentlemen, helpe.
Mine and your Miftris : Oh my Lord Poßhumui,
You ne're kill'd Imogen till now : helpe, helpe,
Mine honour'd Lady.
Cym. Does the world go round ?
ioßh. How comes thefe ftaggers on mee ?
Pija, Wake my Miftris.
Cym, If this be fo, the Gods do meane to ftrike me
To death,with mortall ioy.
Pifa, How fares my Miftris ?
Imo. Oh get thee from my fight,
Thou gau'ft me poyfon : dangerous Fellow hence.
Breath not where Princes are.
Cym. The tune of Imogen,
Pi/ie.Lady, the Gods throw ftones of fulpher on me, if
That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee
A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.
Cym, New matter ftill.
Imo, It poyfon'd me.
Corn. Oh Gods!
I left out one thing which the Queene confeft.
Which muft approue thee honeft. If Pafanio
Haue (faid Ihe) giuen his Miftris that Confedlion
Which I gaue him for Cordiall, ihe is feru'd.
As I would ferue a Rat.
Cym, What's this, Corneliui}
Corn, The Qu^eene (Sir)very oft importun'd me
To temper poyfons for her, ftill pretending
The lirisfailion of her knowledge, onely
In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges
Of no efteeme. I dreading, that her purpofe
Was of more danger, did compound for her
A certaine ftuffe, which being tane, would ceafe
The prefent powre of life, but in ihort time.
All Offices of Nature, ihould againe
Do their due Funflions. Haue you tane of it?
Imo. Moft like I did,for I was dead.
ÍBe/. My Boyes, there was our error.
Gui, This is fure Fidele,
/iKo.Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you^
Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now
Throw me againe.
Poß, Hang there like fruite, my foule.
Till the Tree dye.
Cym. How now, my Flelh? my Childe?
What, mak'ft thou me a dullard in this Aél?
Wilt thou not fpeake to me ?
Imo, Y our blefting. Sir.
®f/. Though you did loue this youth, I blame ye not.
You had a motiue for't.
Cym. My teares that fall
Proue holy-water on thee ; Imogen,
Thy Mothers dead.
Imo. I am forry for't, my Lord.
Cym, Oh, Ihe was naught ; and long of her it was
That we meet heere fo ftrangely ! but her Sonne
Is gone, we know not how, nor where.
Pifa, My Lord,
Now feare is from me. He fpeake troth. Lord Cloten
Vpon my Ladies mifting, came to me
With his Sword drawne,foam'd at the mouth,and fwore
If I difcouer'd not which way Ihe was gone.
It was my inftant death. By accident,
I had a feigned Letter of my Mailers.
Then in my pocket, which direfled him
To feeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,
Where in a frenzie, in ray Mailers Garments
(Which he inforc'd from me) away he polies
With vnchalle purpofe, and with oath to violate
My Ladies honor, what became of him,
I further know not.
Gut, Let me end the Story : I flew him there.
Cym, Marry, the Gods forefend.
I would not thy good deeds, fhould from my lips
Plucke a hard fentence : Prythee valiant youth
Deny't againe.
Gui, I haue fpoke it, and I did it.
Cym. He was a Prince.
Gui. A moft inciuill one. The wrongs he did mee
Were nothing Prince-like ; for he did prouoke me
With Language that would make me fpurne the Sea,
If it could fo roare to me. I cut olF's head,
And am right glad he is not Handing heere
To tell this tale of mine.
Cym, I am forrow for thee ;
By thine owne tongue thou art condemn'd, and muft
Endure our Law : "Thou'rt dead.
Imo. That headleffe man I thought had bin my Lord
Cym. Binde the Offender,
And take him from our prefence.
'Bel, Stay, Sir King.
This man is better then the man he flew.
As well defcended as thy felfe, and hath
More of thee merited, then a Band of Clotens
Had euer fcarre for. Let his Armes alone.
They were not borne for bondage.
Cym, Why old Soldier :
Wilt thou vndoo the worth thou art vnpayd for
By tailing of our wrath ? How of defcent
As good as we ?
Jira/. In that he fpake too farre.
Cym, And thou lhalt dye for't.
'Bel, We will dye all three.
But I will proue that two one's are as good
As I haue giuen out him. My Sonnes, I muft
For mine owne part, vnfold a dangerous fpeech.
Though haply well for you.
Arui. Your danger's ours.
Guid. And our good his.
Bel, Haue at it then, by leaue
Thou hadd'ft (great King)a Subie£l,who
Was call'd Belarim,
Cym, What of him? He is a banilh'd Traitor.
'Bel, He it is, that hath
Affum'd this age : indeed a banilh'd man,
I
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I know not how,a Traitor.
Qytn, Take him hence,
The whole world lhall not fane him.
Bel. Not too hot ;
Firft pay me for the Nurfing of thy Sonnes,
And let it be confifcate all, fo foone
As I haue receyu'd it,
Cym. Nurfing of my Sonnes
Bel, I am too blunt,and fawcy : heere's my knee;
Ere I arife, I will preferre my Sonnes,
Then fpare not the old Father. Mighty Sir,
Thefe two young Gentlemen that call me Father,
And thinke they are my Sonnes, are none of mine,
They are the ylTue of your Loynes, my Liege,
And blood of your begetting.
Cym. How? my Iffue.
Bel. So fure as you, your Fathers : I (old Morgan )
Am that Belarim, whom you fometime baniih'd :
Your pleafure was my neere offence, my punifhment
It felfe, and all my Treafon that I fuffer'd.
Was all the harme I did. Thefe gentle Princes
(For fuch,and fo they are) thefe twenty yeares
Haue I train'd vp ; thofe Arts they haue, as I
Could put into them. My breeding was (Sir)
As your Highneffe knowes: Their Nurfe EurifhiU
(Whom for the Theft I wedded) ftole thefe Children
Vpon my Banifhment : I moou'd her too't,
Hauing receyu'd the punifhment before
For that which I did then. Beaten for Loyaltie,
Excited me to Treafon. Their deere loffe.
The more of you 'twas felt, the more it fhap'd
Vnto my end of ftealing them. But gracious Sir,
Heere are your Sonnes againe,and 1 muft loofe
Two of the fweet'ft Companions in the World.
The benediflion of thefe couering Heauens
Fall on their heads liks dew, for they ate worthie
To in-lay Heauen with Starres.
Cym. Thou weep'lV,and fpeak'ft :
The Seruice that you three haue done, is more
Vnlike, then this thou tell'ft. I loft my Children,
If thefe be they, I know not how to wifh
A payre of worthier Sonnes.
Bel. Be pleas'd awhile 5
This Gentleman, whom I call Polidore,
Moll worthy Prince, as yours, is true Guiderita ;
This Gentleman, my Cadwall, Aruiragui.
Your yonger Princely Son,he Sir,was lapt
In a moll curious Mantle, wrought by th'hand
Of his Queene Mother, which for more probation
I can with eafe produce.
Cym. Guideritu had
Vpon his necke a Mole, a fanguine Starre,
It was a marke of wonder.
Bel. This is he.
Who hath vpon him ftill that naturall ftampe :
It was wife Natures end, in the donation
To be his euidence now.
Cym. Oh, what am I
A Mother to the byrth of three ? Nere Mother
Reioyc'd deliuerance more : Bleft,pray you be.
That after this ftrange Harting from your Orbes,
You may reigne in them now : Oh Imogen,
Thou haft loft by this a Kingdome.
Imo. No, my Lord :
I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,
Haue we thus met? Oh neuer fay heereafter
But I am trueft fpeaker. You call'd me Brother
When I was but your Sifter ; I you Brothers,
When we were fo indeed.
Cym. Did you ere meete ?
Arm. I my good Lord.
Gui. And at firft meeting lou'd,
Continew'd fo, vntill we thought he dyed.
Corn. By the Queenes Dramme Ihe fwallow'd.
Cym. O rare inftinfl !
When lhall I heare all through? This fierce abridgment.
Hath to it Circumftantiall branches, which
Diftinilion Ihould be rich in. Where? how liu'd you ?
And when came you to ferue our Romane Capfme ?
How parted with your Brother ? How firft met them ?
Why fled you from the Court ? And whether thefe ?
And your three motiues to the Battaile ? with
I know not how much more Ihould be demanded,
And all the other by-dependances
From chance to chance ? But nor the Time, nor Place
Will ferue our long Interrogatories. See,
Poßhumue Anchors vpon Imogen ;
And Ihe (like harmlelTe Lightning) throwes her eye
On him : her Brothers, Me : her Mailer hitting
Each obieil with a loy : the Counter-change
Is feuerally in all. Let's quit this ground.
And fmoake the Temple with our Sacrifices.
Thou art my Brother, fo wce'I hold thee euer.
Imo. You are my Father too, and did releeue rne:
To fee this gracious feafon,
Cym. All ore-ioy'd
Saue thefe in bonds, let them be ioyfull too.
For they lhall talle our Comfort.
Imo. My good Mailer, I will yet do you ferulce.
Luc. Happy be you.
Cym. The forlorne Souldier,that no Nobly fought.
He would haue well becom'd this place, and grac'd
The thankings of a King.
Pofl. I am Sir
The Souldier that did company thefe three
In poore befeeming : 'twas a fitment for
The purpofe I then follow'd. That I was he,
Speake lachimo, I had you downe,and might
Haue made you finilh.
lach. I am downe againe :
But now my heauie Confcience linkes my knee.
As then your force did. Take that life, befeech you
Which I fo often owe : but your Ring firft.
And beere the Bracelet of the trueft Princelfe
That euer fwore her Faith.
Pofl. Kneele not to me :
The powre that I haue on you,is to fpare you :
The malice towards you, to forgiue you. Liue
And deale with others better.
Cym. Nobly dooro'd :
Wee'l learne our FreenelTe of a Sonne-in-Law :
Pardon's the word to all.
Arui. You holpe vs Sir,
As you did meane indeed to be our Brother,
loy'd are we,that you are.
Pofl. Your Seruant Princes.Good my Lord of Rome
Call forth your Sooth-fayer : As I fiept, me thought
Great lupiter vpon his Eagle back'd
Appear'd to me, with other fprightly Ihewes
Of mine owne Kindred. When I wak'd, 1 found
This Labell on my bofome ; whofe containing
Is fo from fenfe in hardnefle, that I can
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Make no Colleâion of it. Let bim /hew
His skill in the conftruSion.
Luc. Philarmonui.
Sooth. Heere,my good Lord.
Luc. Read,and declare the meaning.
ReaJet.
WHen at a Lyons wbelpe,fiall to himfelfe vn^mwn,wtih-
out Jeering Jtade, and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender
Ayre: And when from a ßately Cedar ß>aU be lopt branches,
vhich being dead many yeares, ßjall after reuiue, bee ioynted to
the old Stocke, and fr efhly grcm, then fhall Poflhumtet end hù
miferies, Britaine be fortunate, and fiourip in Peace and Plen¬
tie.
Thou Leonattu art the Lyons Whelpe,
The fit and apt Conftruftion of thy name
Being Leonatui, doth import fo much:
The peece of tender Ayre, thy vertuous Daughter,
Which we call Mollis Aer, and cMolUs Aer
We terme it Mulier ; which Mulier I diuine
Is this moft confiant Wife,who euen now
Anfwering the Letter of the Oracle,
Vnknowne to you vnfought, were dipt about
With this moft tender Aire.
Cym. This hath fome feeming.
Sooth. The lofty Cedar, Royall Cymbeline
Perfonatai cbee : And thy lopt Branches, point
Thy two Sonnes forth : who by fBelarius fiolne
For many yeares thought dead, are nowreuiu'd
To the Maiefiicke Cedar ioyn'dj whofe IlTue
Promi/es Britaine, Peace and Plenty.
Cym. Well,
My Peace we will begin : And Caiui Luciut,
Although the Viilor,we fubmit to Cafar,
And to the Romane Empire ; promifing
To pay our wonted Tribute, from the which
We were dilTwaded by our wicked Queene,
Whom heauens in luftice both on her,and hers,
Haue laid moft heauy hand.
Sooth. The fingers of the Powres aboue, do tune
The harmony of this Peace : the Vifion
Which I made knowne to Luciut ere the ftroke
Of yet this fcarfe-cold-Battaile, at this inftant
Is full accompli/h'd. For the Romaine Eagle
From South to Weft,on wing foaring aloft
Leffen'd her felfe, and in the Beames o'th'Sun
So vani/h'd ; which fore-lhew'd our Princely Eagle
Th'Imperiall Cafar, /hould againe vnite
His Fauour, with the Radiant Cymbeline,
Which /hines beere in the Weft.
Cyf. Laud we the Gods,
And let our crooked Smoakes climbe to their Noftrils
From our bleft Altars. Publilh we this Peace
To all our Subiefls. Set we forward : Let
A Roman, and a Brittilh Enfigne waue
Friendly together : fo through Luds-Towne march.
And in the Temple of great lupiter
Our Peace wee'l ratifie : Seale it with Feafts.
Set on there : Neuer was a Warre did ceafe
(Ere bloodie hands were walh'd) with fuch a Peace.
Exeunt.
FINIS.
Trintedat the Qharges of W. Jaggard, Ed. Blount, I. Smithwee'ke,
and W. záfpley, i 6-2. 3.
889
822.3 s 1863
3 5556 006 896 310