Menelaus Vlisses Nestor Calcas c. Aga. Here art thou in appointment fresh and faire Anticipating time With starting courage Giue with thy Trumpet a loud note to Troy Thou dreadfull Aiax that the appauled aire May pierce the head of the great Combatant And hale him hither Aia. Thou Trumpet ther 's my purse Now cracke thy lungs and split thy brasen pipe Blow villaine till thy sphered Bias cheeke Out-swell the collicke of puft Aquilon Come stretch thy chest and let thy eyes spout bloud Thou blowest for Hector Vlis No Trumpet answers Achil. 'T is but early dayes Aga. Is not yong Diomed with Calcas daughter Vlis 'T is he I ken the manner of his gate He rises on the toe that spirit of his In aspiration lifts him from the earth Aga. Is this the Lady Cressid Dio. Euen she Aga. Most deerely welcome to the Greekes sweete Lady Nest Our Generall doth salute you with a kisse Vlis Yet is the kindenesse but particular 't were better she were kist in generall Nest And very courtly counsell I le begin So much for Nestor Achil. I le take that winter from your lips faire Lady Achilles bids you welcome Mene. I had good argument for kissing once Patro. But that 's no argument for kissing now For thus pop't Paris in his hardiment Vlis Oh deadly gall and theame of all our scornes For which we loose our heads to gild his hornes Patro. The first was Menelaus kisse this mine Patroclus kisses you Mene. Oh this is trim Patr. Paris and I kisse euermore for him Mene. I le haue my kisse sir Lady by your leaue Cres In kissing doe you render or receiue Patr. Both take and giue Cres I le make my match to liue The kisse you take is better then you giue therefore no kisse Mene. I le giue you boote I le giue you three for one Cres You are an odde man giue euen or giue none Mene. An odde man Lady euery man is odde Cres No Paris is not for you know 't is true That you are odde and he is euen with you Mene. You fillip me a' th' head Cres No I le be sworne Vlis It were no match your naile against his horne May I sweete Lady beg a kisse of you Cres You may Vlis I doe desire it Cres Why begge then Vlis Why then for Venus sake giue me a kisse When Hellen is a maide againe and his Cres I am your debtor claime it when 't is due Vlis Neuer's my day and then a kisse of you Diom. Lady a word I le bring you to your Father Nest A woman of quicke sence Vlis Fie fie vpon her Ther 's a language in her eye her cheeke her lip Nay her foote speakes her wanton spirites looke out At euery ioynt and motiue of her body Oh these encounterers so glib of tongue That giue a coasting welcome ete it comes And wide vnclaspe the tables of their thoughts To euery tickling reader set them downe For sluttish spoyles of opportunitie And daughters of the game Exeunt Enter all of Troy Hector Paris Aeneas Helenus and Attendants Florish All. The Troians Trumpet Aga. Yonder comes the troope Aene. Haile all you state of Greece what shal be done To him that victory commands or doe you purpose A victor shall be knowne will you the Knights Shall to the edge of all extremitie Pursue each other or shall be diuided By any voyce or order of the field Hector bad aske Aga. Which way would Hector haue it Aene. He cares not hee le obey conditions Aga. 'T is done like Hector but securely done A little proudly and great deale disprising The Knight oppos'd Aene. If not Achilles sir what is your name Achil. If not Achilles nothing Aene. Therefore Achilles but what ere know this In the extremity of great and little Valour and pride excell themselues in Hector The one almost as infinite as all The other blanke as nothing weigh him well And that which lookes like pride is curtesie This Aiax is halfe made of Hectors bloud In loue whereof halfe Hector staies at home Halfe heart halfe hand halfe Hector comes to seeke This blended Knight halfe Troian and halfe Greeke Achil. A maiden battaile then O I perceiue you Aga. Here is sir Diomed goe gentle Knight Stand by our Aiax as you and Lord Aeneas Consent vpon the order of their fight So be it either to the vttermost Or else a breach the Combatants being kin Halfe stints their strife before their strokes begin Vlis They are oppos'd already Aga. What Troian is that same that lookes so heauy Vlis The yongest Sonne of Priam A true Knight they call him Troylus Not yet mature yet matchlesse firme of word Speaking in deedes and deedelesse in his tongue Not soone prouok't nor being prouok't soone calm'd His heart and hand both open and both free For what he has he giues what thinkes he shewes Yet giues he not till iudgement guide his bounty Nor dignifies an impaire thought with breath Manly as Hector but more dangerous For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes To tender obiects but he in heate of action Is more vindecatiue then iealous loue They call him Troylus and on him erect A second hope as fairely built as Hector Thus saies Aeneas one that knowes the youth Euen to his inches and with priuate soule Did in great Illion thus translate him to me Alarum Aga. They are in action Nest Now Aiax hold thine owne Troy Hector thou sleep'st awake thee Aga. His blowes are wel dispos'd there Aiax trūpets cease Diom. You must no more Aene. Princes enough so please you Aia. I am not warme yet let vs fight againe Diom. As Hector pleases Hect. Why then will I no more Thou art great Lord my Fathers sisters Sonne A cousen german to great Priams seede The obligation of our bloud forbids A gorie emulation 'twixt vs twaine Were thy commixion Greeke and Troian so That thou could'st say this hand is Grecian all And this is Troian the sinewes of this Legge All Greeke and this all Troy my Mothers bloud Runs on the dexter cheeke and this sinister Bounds in my fathers by Ioue multipotent Thou should'st not beare from me a Greekish member Wherein my sword had not impressure made Of our ranke feud but the iust gods gainsay That any drop thou borrwd'st from thy mother My sacred Aunt should by my mortall Sword Be drained Let me embrace thee Aiax By him that thunders thou hast lustie Armes Hector would haue them fall vpon him thus Cozen all honor to thee Aia. I thanke thee Hector 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 Hect. Not Neoptolymus so mirable On whose bright crest fame with her lowd'st O yes Cries This is he could'st promise to himselfe A thought of added honor torne from Hector Aene. There is expectance here from both the sides What further you will doe Hect. Wee le answere it
for aduantage Hel. So is running away When feare proposes the safetie But the composition that your valour and feare makes in you is a vertue of a good wing and I like the weare well Paroll I am so full of businesses I cannot answere thee acutely I will returne perfect Courtier in the which my instruction shall serue to naturalize thee so thou wilt be capeable of a Courtiers councell and vnderstand what aduice shall thrust vppon thee else thou diest in thine vnthankfulnes and thine ignorance makes thee away farewell When thou hast leysure say thy praiers when thou hast none remember thy Friends Get thee a good husband and vse him as he vses thee So farewell Hel. Our remedies oft in our selues do lye Which we ascribe to heauen the fated skye Giues vs free scope onely doth backward pull Our slow designes when we our selues are dull What power is it which mounts my loue so hye That makes me see and cannot feede mine eye The mightiest space in fortune Nature brings To ioyne like likes and kisse like natiue things Impossible be strange attempts to those That weigh their paines in sence and do suppose What hath beene cannot be Who euer stroue To shew her merit that did misse her loue The Kings disease my proiect may deceiue me But my intents are fixt and will not leaue me Exit Flourish Cornets Enter the King of France with Letters and diuers Attendants King The Florentines and Senoys are by th' eares Haue fought with equall fortune and continue A brauing warre 1. Lo. G. So t is reported sir King Nay t is most credible we heere receiue it A certaintie vouch'd from our Cosin Austria With caution that the Florentine will moue vs For speedie ayde wherein our deerest friend Preiudicates the businesse and would seeme To haue vs make deniall 1. Lo. G. His loue and wisedome Approu'd so to your Maiesty may pleade For amplest credence King He hath arm'd our answer And Florence is deni'de before he comes Yet for our Gentlemen that meane to see The Tuscan seruice freely haue they leaue To stand on either part 2. Lo. E. It well may serue A nursserie to our Gentrie who are sicke For breathing and exploit King What 's he comes heere Enter Bertram Lafew and Parolies 1. Lor. G. It is the Count Rosignoll my good Lord Yong Bertram King Youth thou bear'st thy Fathers face Franke Nature rather curious then in hast Hath well compos'd thee Thy Fathers morall parts Maist thou inherit too Welcome to Paris Ber. My thankes and dutie are your Maiesties Kin. I would I had that corporall soundnesse now As when thy father and my selfe in friendship First tride out souldiership he did looke farre Into the seruice of the time and was Discipled of the brauest He lasted long But on vs both did haggish Age steale on And wore vs out of act It much repaires me To talke of your good father in his youth He had the wit which I can well obserue To day in our yong Lords but they may iest Till their owne scorne returne to them vnnoted Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour So like a Courtier contempt nor bitternesse Were in his pride or sharpnesse if they were His equall had awak'd them and his honour Clocke to it selfe knew the true minute when Exception bid him speake and at this time His tongue obey d his hand Who were below him He vs'd as creatures of another place And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes Making them proud of his humilitie In their poore praise he humbled Such a man Might be a copie to these yonger times Which followed well would demonstrate them now But goers backward Ber. His good remembrance sir Lies richer in your thoughts then on his tombe So in approofe liues not his Epitaph As in your royall speech King Would I were with him he would alwaies say Me thinkes I heare him now his plausiue words He scatter'd not in eares but grafted them To grow there and to beare Let me not liue This his good melancholly oft began On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime When it was out Let me not liue quoth hee After my flame lackes oyle to be the snuffe Of yonger spirits whose apprehensiue senses All but new things disdaine whose iudgements are Meere fathers of their garments whose constancies Expire before their fashions this he wish'd I after him do after him wish too Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home I quickly were dissolued from my hiue To giue some Labourers roome L. 2. E. You 'r loued Sir They that least lend it you shall lacke you first Kin. I fill a place I know 't how long ist Count Since the Physitian at your fathers died He was much fam'd Ber. Some six moneths since my Lord. Kin. If he were liuing I would try him yet Lend me an arme the rest haue worne me out With seuerall applications Nature and sicknesse Debate it at their leisure Welcome Count My sonne 's no deerer Ber. Thanke your Maiesty Exit Flourish Enter Countesse Steward and Clowne Coun. I will now heare what say you of this gentlewoman Ste. Maddam the care I haue had to euen your content I wish might be found in the Kalender of my past endeuours for then we wound our Modestie and make foule the clearnesse of our deseruings whenof our selues we publish them Coun. What doe's this knaue heere Get you gone sirra the complaints I haue heard of you I do not all beleeue 't is my slownesse that I doe not For I know you lacke not folly to commit them haue abilitie enough to make such knaueries yours Clo. 'T is not vnknown to you Madam I am a poore fellow Coun. Well sir Clo. No maddam 'T is not so well that I am poore though manie of the rich are damn'd but if I may haue your Ladiships good will to goe to the world Isbell the woman and w will doe as we may Coun. Wilt thou needes be a begger Clo. I doe beg your good will in this case Cou. In what case Clo. In Isbels case and mine owne seruice is no heritage and I thinke I shall neuer haue the blessing of God till I haue issue a my bodie for they say barnes are blessings Cou. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marrie Clo. My poore bodie Madam requires it I am driuen onby the flesh and hee must needes goe that the diuell driues Cou. Is this all your worships reason Clo. Faith Madam I haue other holie reasons such as they are Con. May the world know them Clo. I haue beene Madam a wicked creature as you and all flesh and blood are and indeede I doe marrie that I may repent Cou. Thy marriage sooner then thy wickednesse Clo. I am out a friends Madam and I hope to haue friends for my wiues sake Cou. Such friends are thine enemies knaue Clo. Y' are shallow Madam in great friends for the knaues come to doe that for me
for thou perhaps mayst moue That heart which now abhorres to like his loue Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Sir Toby Sir Andrew and Fabian And. No faith I le not stay a iot longer To. Thy reason deere venom giue thy reason Fab. You must needeâ— yeelde your reason Sir Andrew And. Marry I saw your Neece do more fauours to the Counts Seruing-man then euer she bestow'd vpon mee I saw 't i' th Orchard To. Did she see the while old boy tell me that And. As plaine as I see you now Fab. This was a great argument of loue in her toward you And. S'light will you make an Asse o' me Fab. I will proue it legitimate sir vpon the Oathes of iudgement and reason To. And they haue beene grand Iurie men since before Noah was a Saylor Fab. Shee did shew fauour to the youth in your sight onely to exasperate you to awake your dormouse valour to put fire in your Heart and brimstone in your Liuer you should then haue accosted her and with some excellent iests fire-new from the mint you should haue bangd the youth into dumbenesse this was look'd for at your hand and this was bâ—ulkt the double gilt of this opportunitie you let time wash off and you are now sayld into the North of my Ladies opinion where you will hang like an ysickle on a Dutchmans beard vnlesse you do redeeme it by some laudable attempt either of valour or policie And. And 't be any way it must be with Valour for policie I hate I had as liefe be a Brownist as a Politician To. Why then build me thy fortunes vpon the basis of valour Challenge me the Counts youth to sight with him hurt him in eleuen places my Neece shall take note of it and assure thy selfe there is no loue-Broker in the world can more preuaile in mans commendation with woman then report of valour Fab. There is no way but this sir Andrew An. Will either of you beare me a challenge to him To â—o write it in a martial hand be curst and briefe it is no matter how wittie so it bee eloquent and full of inuention taunt hiâ— with the license of Inke if thou thou 'st him some thrice it shall not be amisse and as many Lyes as will lye in thy sheete of paper although the sheete were bigge enough for the bedde of Ware in England set 'em downe go about it Let there bee gaulle enough in thy inke though thou write with a Gooâ—e-pen no matter about it And. Where shall I finde you To. Wee 'l call thee at the Cubiculo Go. Exit Sir Andrew Fa. This is a deere Manakin to you Sir Toby To. I haue beene deere to him lad some two thousand strong or so Fa. We shall haue a rare Letter from him but you 'le not deliuer't To. Neuer trust me then and by all meanes stirre on the youth to an answer I thinke Oxen and waine-ropes cannot hale them together For Andrew if he were open'd and you finde so much blood in his Liuer as will clog the foote of a flea I le eate the rest of th' anatomy Fab. And his opposit the youth beares in his visage no great presage of cruelty Enter Maria. To. Looke where the youngest Wren of mine comes Mar. If you desire the spleene and will laughe your selues into stitches follow me yond gull Maluolio is turned Heathen a verie Renegatho for there is no christian that meanes to be saued by beleeuing rightly can euer beleeue such impossible passages of grossenesse Hee 's in yellow stockings To. And crosse garter'd Mar. Most villanously like a Pedant that keepes a Schoole i' th Church I haue dogg'd him like his murtherer He does obey euery point of the Letter that I dropt to betray him He does smile his face into more lynes then is in the new Mappe with the augmentation of the Indies you haue not seene such a thing as t is I can hardly forbeare huâ—ling things at him I know my Ladie will strike him if shee doe hee 'l smile and take 't for a great fauour To. Come bring vs bring vs where he is Exeunt Omnes Scaena Tertia Enter Sebastian and Anthonio Seb. I would not by my will have troubled you But since you make your pleasure of your paines I will no further chide you Ant. I could not stay behinde you my desire More sharpe then filed steele did spurre me forth And not all loue to see you though so much As might haue drawne one to a longer voyage But iealousie what might befall your rrauell Being skillesse in these parts which to a stranger Vnguided and vnfriended often proue Rough and vnhospitable My willing loue The rather by these arguments of feare Set forth in your pursuite Seb. My kinde Anthonio I can no other answer make but thankes And thankes and euer oft good turnes Are shuffel'd off with such vncurrant pay But were my worth as is my conscience firme You should finde better dealing what 's to do Shall we go see the reliques of this Towne Ant. To morrow sir best first go see your Lodging Seb. I am not weary and 't is long to night I pray you let vs satisfie our eyes With the memorials and the things of fame That do renowne this City Ant. Would youl 'd pardon me I do not without danger walke these streetes Once in a sea-fight ' gainst the Count his gallies I did some seruice of such note indeede That were I tane heere it would scarse be answer'd Seb. Belike you slew great number of his people Ant. Th offence is not of such a bloody nature Albeit the quality of the time and quarrell Might well haue giuen vs bloody argument It might haue since bene answer'd in repaying What we tooke from them which for Traffiques sake Most of our City did Onely my selfe stood out For which if I be lapsed in this place I shall pay deere Seb. Do not then walke too open Ant. It doth not fit me hold sir here 's my purse In the South Suburbes at the Elephant Is best to lodge I will bespeake our dyet Whiles you beguile the time and feed your knowledge With viewing of the Towne there shall you haue me Seb. Why I your purse Ant. Haply your eye shall light vpon some toy You haue desire to purchase and your store I thinke is not for idle Markets sir Seb. I le be your purse-bearer and leaue you For an houre Ant. To th' Elephant Seb. I do remember Exeunt Scoena Quarta Enter Oliuia and Maria. Ol. I haue sent after him he sayes hee 'l come How shall I feast him What bestow of him For youth is bought more oft then begg'd or borrow'd I speake too loud Where 's Maluolio he is sad and ciuill And suites well for a seruant with my fortunes Where is Maluolio Mar. He 's comming Madame But in very strange manner He is sure possest Madam Ol. Why what 's the matter does he raue Mar. No Madam he
all Eyes Blind with the Pin and Web but theirs theirs onely That would vnseene be wicked Is this nothing Why then the World and all that 's in 't is nothing The couering Skie is nothing Bohemia nothing My Wife is nothing nor Nothing haue these Nothings If this be nothing Cam. Good my Lord be cur'd Of this diseas'd Opinion and betimes For 't is most dangerous Leo. Say it be 't is true Cam. No no my Lord. Leo. It is you lye you lye I say thou lyest Camillo and I hate thee Pronounce thee a grosse Lowt a mindlesse Slaue Or else a houering Temporizer that Canst with thine eyes at once see good and euill Inclining to them both were my Wiues Liuer Infected as her life she would not liue The running of one Glasse Cam. Who do's infect her Leo. Why he that weares her like her Medull hanging About his neck Bohemia who if I Had Seruants true about me that bare eyes To see alike mine Honor as their Profits Their owne particular Thrifts they would doe that Which should vndoe more doing I and thou His Cup-bearer whom I from meaner forme Haue Bench'd and rear'd to Worship who may'st see Plainely as Heauen sees Earth and Earth sees Heauen How I am gall'd might'st be-spice a Cup To giue mine Enemy a lasting Winke Which Draught to me were cordiall Cam. Sir my Lord I could doe this and that with no rash Potion But with a lingring Dram that should not worke Maliciously like Poyson But I cannot Beleeue this Crack to be in my dread Mistresse So soueraignely being Honorable I haue lou'd thee Leo Make that thy question and goe rot Do'st thinke I am so muddy so vnsetled To appoint my selfe in this vexation Suâ—ly the puritie and whitenesse of my Sheetes Which to preserue is Sleepe which being spotted Is Goâ—es Thornes Nettles Tayles of Waspes Giue scandall to the blood o' th' Prince my Sonne Who I doe thinke is mine and Ioue as mine Without ripe mouing to 't Would I doe this Could man so blench Cam. I must beleeue you Sir I doe and will fetch off Bohemia for 't Prouided that when hee 's remou'd your Highnesse Will take againe your Queene as yours at first Euen for your Sonnes sake and thereby for sealing The Iniurie of Tongues in Courts and Kingdomes Knowne and ally'd to yours Leo. Thou do'st aduise me Euen so as I mine owne course haue set downe I le giue no blemish to her Honor none Cam. My Lord Goe then and with a countenance as cleare As Friendship weares at Feasts keepe with Bohemia And with your Queene I am his Cup-bearer If from me he haue wholesome Beueridge Account me not your Seruant Leo. This is all Do 't and thou hast the one halfe of my heart Do 't not thou splitt'st thine owne Cam. I le do 't my Lord. Leo. I wil seeme friendly as thou hast aduis'd me Exit Cam. O miserable Lady But for me What case stand I in I must be the poysoner Of good Polixenes and my ground to do 't Is the obedience to a Master one Who in Rebellion with himselfe will haue All that are his so too To doe this deed Promotion followes If I could find example Of thousand 's that had struck anoynted Kings And flourish'd after I l'd not do 't But since Nor Brasse nor Stone nor Parchment beares not one Let Villanie it selfe forswear 't I must Forsake the Court to do 't or no is certaine To me a breake-neck Happy Starre raigne now Here comes Bohemia Enter Polixenes Pol. This is strange Me thinkes My fauor here begins to warpe Not speake Good day Camillo Cam. Hayle most Royall Sir Pol. What is the Newes i' th' Court Cam. None rare my Lord. Pol. The King hath on him such a countenance As he had lost some Prouince and a Region Lou'd as he loues himselfe euen now I met him With customarie complement when hee Wafting his eyes to th' contrary and falling A Lippe of much contempt speedes from me and So leaues me to consider what is breeding That changes thus his Manners Cam. I dare not know my Lord. Pol. How dare not doe not doe you know and dare not Be intelligent to me 't is thereabouts For to your selfe what you doe know you must And cannot say you dare not Good Camillo Your chang'd complexions are to me a Mirror Which shewes me mine chang'd too for I must be A partie in this alteration finding My selfe thus alter'd with 't Cam. There is a sicknesse Which puts some of vs in distemper but I cannot name the Disease and it is caught Of you that yet are well Pol. How caught of me Make me not sighted like the Basilisque I haue look'd on thousands who haue sped the better By my regard but kill'd none so Camillo As you are certainely a Gentleman thereto Clerke-like experienc'd which no lesse adornes Our Gentry then our Parents Noble Names In whose successe we are gentle I beseech you If you know ought which do's behoue my knowledge Thereof to be inform'd imprison't not In ignorant concealement Cam. I may not answere Pol. A Sicknesse caught of me and yet I well I must be answer'd Do'st thou heare Camillo I coniure thee by all the parts of man Which Honor do's acknowledge whereof the least Is not this Suit of mine that thou declare What incidencie thou do'st ghesse of harme Is creeping toward me how farre off how neere Which way to be preuented if to be If not how best to beare it Cam. Sir I will tell you Since I am charg'd in Honor and by him That I thinke Honorable therefore marke my counsaile Which must be eu'n as swiftly followed as I meane to vtter it or both your selfe and me Cry lost and so good night Pol. On good Camillo Cam. I am appointed him to murther you Pol. By whom Camillo Cam. By the King Pol. For what Cam. He thinkes nay with all confidence he sweares As he had seen 't or beene an Instrument To vice you to 't that you haue toucht his Queene Forbiddenly Pol. Oh then my best blood turne To an infected Gelly and my Name Be yoak'd with his that did betray the Best Turne then my freshest Reputation to A sauour that may strike the dullest Nosthrill Where I arriue and my approch be shun'd Nay hated too worse then the great'st Infection That ere was heard or read Cam. Sweare his thought ouer By each particular Starre in Heauen and By all their Influences you may as well Forbid the Sea for to obey the Moone As or by Oath remoue or Counsaile shake The Fabrick of his Folly whose foundation Is pyl'd vpon his Faith and will continue The standing of his Body Pol. How should this grow Cam. I know not but I am sure 't is safer to Auoid what 's growne then question how 't is borne If therefore you dare trust my honestie That lyes enclosed in this Trunke which you Shall beare along impawnd away to Night Your Followers
the hand of time Shall draw this breefe into as huge a volume That Geffrey was thy elder brother borne And this his sonne England was Geffreys right And this is Geffreyes in the name of God How comes it then that thou art call'd a King When liuing blood doth in these temples beat Which owe the crowne that thou ore-masterest K. Iohn From whom hast thou this great commission To draw my answer from thy Articles Fra. FroÌ„ that supernal Iudge that stirs good thoughts France In any beast of strong authoritie To looke into the blots and staines of right That Iudge hath made me guardian to this boy Vnder whose warrant I impeach thy wrong And by whose helpe I meane to chastise it K. Iohn Alack thou dost vsurpe authoritie Fran. Excuse it is to beat vsurping downe Queen Who is it thou dost call vsurper France Const Let me make answer thy vsurping sonne Queen Out insolent thy bastard shall be King That thou maist be a Queen and checke the world Con. My bed was euer to thy sonne as true As thine was to thy husband and this boy Liker in feature to his father Geffrey Then thou and Iohn in manners being as like As raine to water or deuill to his damme My boy a bastard by my soule I thinke His father neuer was so true begot It cannot be and if thou wert his mother Queen There 's a good mother boy that blots thy father Const There 's a good grandame boy That would blot thee Aust Peace Bast Heare the Cryer Aust What the deuill art thou Bast One that wil play the deuill sir with you And a may catch your hide and you alone You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard I le smoake your skin-coat and I catch you right Sirra looke too 't yfaith I will yfaith Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe That did disrobe the Lion of that robe Bast It lies as sightly on the backe of him As great Alcides shooes vpon an Asse But Asse I le take that burthen from your backe Or lay on that shall make your shoulders cracke Aust What cracker is this same that deafes our eares With this abundance of superfluous breath King Lewis determine what we shall doe strait Lew. Women fooles breake off your conference King Iohn this is the very summe of all England and Ireland Angiers Toraine Maine In right of Arthur doe I claime of thee Wilt thou resigne them and lay downe thy Armes Iohn My life as soone I doe defie thee France Arthur of Britaine yeeld thee to my hand And out of my deere loue I le giue thee more Then ere the coward hand of France can win Submit thee boy Queen Come to thy grandame child Coâ—s 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 Qu. Mo. His mother shames him so poore boy hee weepes Con. Now shame vpon you where she does or no His granâ—ames wrongs and not his mothers shames Drawes those heauen-mouing pearles froÌ„ his poor eies Which heauen shall take in nature of a fee I with these Christall beads heauen shall be brib'd To doe him Iustice and reuenge on you Qu. Thou monstrous slanderer of heauen and earth Con. Thou monstrous of Iniurer of heauen and earth Call not me slanderer thou and thine vsurpe The Dominations Royalties and rights Of this oppressed boy this is thy eldest sonnes sonne Infortunate in nothing but in thee Thy sinnes are visited in this poore childe The Canon of the Law is laide on him Being but the second generation Remoued from thy sinne-conceiuing wombe Iohn Bedlâ— haue done Con. I haue but this to say That he is not onely plagued for her sin But God hath made her sinne and her the plague On this remoued issue plagued for her And with her plague her sinne his iniury Her iniurie the Beadle to her sinne All punish'd 〈◊〉 the person of this childe And all for her a plague vpon her Que. Thou vnaduised scold I can produce A Will that barres the title of thy sonne Con. I who doubts that a Will a wicked will A womans will a cankred Grandams will Fra. Peace Lady pause or be more temperate It ill beseemes this presence to cry ayme To these ill-tuned repetitions Some Trumpet summon hither to the walles These men of Angiers let vs heare them speake Whose title they admit Arthurs or Iohns Trumpet sounds Enter a Citizen vpon the walles Cit. Who is it that hath warn'd vs to the walles Fra. 'T is France for England Iohn England for it selfe You men of Angiers and my louing subiects Fra. You louing men of Angiers Arthurs subiects Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle parle Iohn For our aduantage therefore heare vs first These flagges of France that are aduanced heere Before the eye and prospect of your Towne Haue hither march'd to your endamagement The Canons haue their bowels full of wrath And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their Iron indignation ' gainst your walles All preparation for a bloody siedge And merciles proceeding by these French Comfort yours Citties eies your winking gates And but for our approch those sleeping stones That as a waste doth girdle you about By the compulsion of their Ordinance By this time from their fixed beds of lime Had bin dishabited and wide hauocke made For bloody power to rush vppon your peace But on the sight of vs your lawfull King Who painefully with much expedient march Haue brought a counter-cheeke before your gates To saue vnscratch'd your Citties threatned cheekes Behold the French amaz'd vouchsafe a parle And now insteed of bulletts wrapt in fire To make a shaking feuer in your walles They shoote but calme words folded vp in smoake To make a faithlesse errour in your eares Which trust accordingly kinde Cittizens And let vs in Your King whose labour'd spirits Fore-wearied in this action of swift speede Craues harbourage within your Citie walles France When I haue saide make answer to vs both Loe in this right hand whose protection Is most diuinely vow'd vpon the right Of him it holds stands yong Plâ—tagenâ—s Sonne to the elder brother of this man And King ore him and all that he enioyes For this downe-troden equity we tread In warlike march these greenes before your Towne Being no further enemy to you Then the constraint of hospitable zeale In the releefe of this oppressed childe Religiously prouokes Be pleased 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 aspect hath all offence seal'd vp Our Cannons malice vainly shall be spent Against th' involuerable clouds of heauen And with a blessed and
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline 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 shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn 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 against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
Will serue to strangle thee A rush will be a beame To hang thee on Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe Put but a little water in a spoone And it shall be as all the Ocean Enough to stifle such a villaine vp I do suspect thee very greeuously Hub. If I in act consent or sinne of thought Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay Let hell want paines enough to torture me I left him well Bast Go beare him in thine armes am amaz'd me thinkes and loose my way Among the thornes and dangers of this world How easie dost 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 scamble and to part by th' teeth The vn-owed interest of proud swelling State Now for the bare-pickt bone of Maiesty Doth dogged warre bristle his angry crest And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace Now Powers from home and discontents at home Meet in one line and vast confusion waites As doth a Rauen on a sicke-falne beast The iminent decay of wrested pompe Now happy he whose cloake and center can Hold out this tempest Beare away that childe And follow me with speed I le to the King A thousand businesses are briefe in hand And heauen it selfe doth frowne vpon the Land Exit Actus Quartus Scaena prima Enter King Iohn and Pandolph attendants K. Iohn 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 greatnesse and authoritie Iohn Now keep your holy word go meet the French And from his holinesse vse all your power To stop their marches 'fore we are enflam'd Our discontented Counties doe reuolt Our people quarrell with obedience Swearing Allegiance and the loue of soule To stranger-bloud to forâ—en Royalty This inundation of mistempred humor Rests by you onely to be qualified Then pause not for the present time 's so sicke That present medcine must be ministred Or ouerthrow incureable ensues Pand. It was my breath that blew this Tempest vp Vpon your stubborne vsage of the Pope But since you are a gentle conuertite My tongue shall hush againe this storme of warre And make faire weather in your blustring land On this Ascention day remember well Vpon your oath of seruice to the Pope Goe I to make the French lay downe their Armes Exit Iohn Is this Ascension day did not the Prophet Say that before Ascension day at noone My Crowne I should giue off euen so I haue I did suppose it should be on constraint But heau'n be thank'd it is but voluntary Enter Bastard Bast All Kent hath yeelded nothing there holds out But Douer Castle London hath receiu'd Like a kinde Host the Dolphin and his powers Your Nobles will not heare you but are gone To offer seruice to your enemy And wilde amazement hurries vp and downe The little number of your doubtfull friends Iohn Would not my Lords returne to me againe After they heard yong Arthur was aliue Bast. They found him dead and cast into the streets An empty Casket where the Iewell of life By some damn'd hand was rob'd and tane away Iohn That villaine Hubert told me he did liue Bast So on my soule he did for ought he knew But wherefore doe you droope why looke you sad Be great in act as you haue beene in thought Let not the world see feare and sad distrust Gouerne the motion of a kinglye eye Be stirring as the time be fire with fire Threaten the threatner and out-face the brow Of bragging horror So shall inferior eyes That borrow their behauiours from the great Grow great by your example and put on The dauntlesse spirit of resolution Away and glister like the god of warre When he intendeth to become the field Shew boldnesse and aspiring confidence What shall they seeke the Lion in his denne And fright him there and make him tremble there Oh let it not be said forrage and runne To meet displeasure farther from the dores And grapple with him ere he come so nye Iohn The Legat of the Pope hath beene with mee And I haue made a happy peace with him And he hath promis'd to dismisse the Powers Led by the Dolphin Bast Oh inglorious league Shall we vpon the footing of our land Send fayre-play-orders and make comprimise Insinuation parley and base truce To Armes Inuasiue Shall a beardlesse boy A cockred-silken wanton braue our fields And flesh his spirit in a warre-like soyle Mocking the ayre with colours idlely spred And finde no checke Let vs my Liege to Armes Perchance the Cardinall cannot make your peace Or if he doe let it at least be said They saw we had a purpose of defence Iohn Haue thou the ordering of this present time Bast Away then with good courage yet I know Our Partie may well meet a prowder foe Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter in Armes Dolphin Salisbury Meloone Pembroke Bigot Souldiers Dol. My Lord Melloone let this be coppied out And keepe it safe for our remembrance Returne the president to these Lords againe That hauing our faire order written downe Both they and we perusing ore these notes May know wherefore we tooke the Sacrament And keepe our faithes firme and inuiolable Sal. Vpon our sides it neuer shall be broken And Noble Dolphin albeit we sweare A voluntary zeale and an vn-urg'd Faith To your proceedings yet beleeue me Prince I am not glad that such a sore of Time Should seeke a plaster by contemn'd reuolt And heale the inueterate Canker of one wound By making many Oh it grieues my soule That I must draw this mettle from my side To be a widdow-maker oh and there Where honourable rescue and defence Cries out vpon the name of Salisbury But such is the infection of the time That for the health and Physicke of our right We cannot deale but with the very hand Of sterne Iniustice and confused wrong And is' t not pitty oh my grieued friends That we the sonnes and children of this Isle Was borne to see so sad an houre as this Wherein we step after a stranger march Vpon her gentle bosom and fill vp Her Enemies rankes I must withdraw and weepe Vpon the spot of this inforced cause To grace the Gentry of a Land remote And follow vnacquainted colours heere What heere O Nation that thou couldst remoue That Neptunes Armes who clippeth thee about Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy selfe And cripple thee vnto a Pagan shore Where these two Christian Armies might combine The bloud of malice in a vaine of league And not to spend it so vn-neighbourly Dolph A noble temper dost thou shew in this And great affections wrastling in thy bosome Doth make an earth-quake of Nobility Oh what a noble combat hast fought Between compulsion and a braue respect Let me wipe off this
fast betimes With eager feeding food doth choake the feeder Light vanity insatiate cormorant Consuming meanes soone preyes vpon it selfe This royall Throne of Kings this sceptred Isle This earth of Maiesty this seate of Mars This other Eden demy paradise This Fortresse built by Nature for her selfe Against infection and the hand of warre This happy breed of men this little world This precious stone set in the siluer sea Which serues it in the office of a wall Or as a Moate defensiue to a house Against the enuy of lesse happier Lands This blessed plot this earth this Realme this England This Nurse this teeming wombe of Royall Kings Fear'd by their breed and famous for their birth Renowned for their deeds as farre from home For Christian seruice and true Chiualrie As is the sepulcher in stubborne Iury Of the Worlds ransome blessed Maries Sonne This Land of such deere soules 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 sea Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge Of watery Neptune is now bound in with shame With Inky blottes and rotten Parchment bonds That England that was wont to conquer others Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life How happy then were my ensuing death Enter King Queene Aumerle Bushy Greene Bagot Ros and Willoughby Yor. The King is come deale mildly with his youth For young hot Colts being rag'd do rage the more Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster Ri. What comfort man How i st with aged Gaunt Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition Old Gaunt indeed and gaunt in being old Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast And who abstaynes from meate that is not gaunt For sleeping England long time haue I watcht Watching breeds leannesse leannesse is all gaunt The pleasure that some Fathers feede vpon Is my strict fast I meane my Childrens lookes And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt Gaunt am I for the graue gaunt as a graue Whose hollow wombe inherits naught but bones Ric. Can sicke men play so nicely with their names Gau. No misery makes sport to mocke it selfe Since thou dost seeke to kill my name in mec I mocke my name great King to flatter thee Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue Gau. No no men liuing flatter those that dye Rich. Thou now a dying sayst thou flatter'st me Gau. Oh no thou dyest though I the sicker be Rich. I am in health I breath I see the â—ill Gau. Now he that made me knowes I see thee ill Ill in my selfe to see and in thee seeing ill Thy death-bed is no lesser then the Land Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke And thou too care-lesse patient as thou art Commit'st thy ' anointed body to the cure Of those Physitians that first wounded thee A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head And yet incaged in so small a Verge The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye Seene how his sonnes sonne should destroy his sonnes From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame Deposing thee before thou wert possest Which art possest now to depose thy selfe Why Cosine were thou Regent of the world It were a shame to let his Land by lease But for thy world enioying but this Land Is it not more then shame to shame it so Landlord of England art thou and not King Thy state of Law is bondslaue to the law And Rich. And thou a lunaticke leane-witted foole Presuming on an Agues priuiledge Dar'st with thy frozen admonition Make pale our cheeke chafing the Royall blood With fury from his natiue residence Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie Wer 't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head Should run thy head from thy vnreuerent shoulders Gau. Oh spare me not my brothers Edwards sonne For that I was his Father Edwards sonne That blood already like the Pellican Thou hast tapt out and drunkenly carows'd My brother Gloucester plaine well meaning soule Whom faire befall in heauen ' mongst happy soules May be a president and witnesse good That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood Toyne with the present sicknesse that I haue And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age To crop at once a too-long wither'd flowre Liue in thy shame but dye not shame with thee These 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 sullens haue For both hast thou and both become the graue Yor. I do beseech your Maiestie impute his words To wayward sicklinesse 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 say true as Herfords loue so his As theirs so mine and all be as it is Enter Northumberland Nor. My Liege olde Gaunt commends him to your Maiestie Rich. What sayes he Nor. Nay nothing all is said His tongue is now a stringlesse instrument Words life and all old Lancaster hath spent Yor. Be Yorke the next that must be bankrupt so Though death be poore it ends a mortall wo. Rich. The ripest fruit first fals and so doth he His time is spent our pilgrimage must be So much for that Now for our Irish warres We must supplant those rough rug-headed Kernes Which liue like venom where no venom else But onely they haue priuiledge to liue And for these great affayres do aske some charge Towards our assistance we do seize to vs The plate coine reuennewes and moueables Whereof our Vncle Gaunt did stand possest Yor. How long shall I be patient Oh how long Shall tender dutie make me suffer wrong Not Glousters death nor Herfords banishment Nor Gauntes rebukes nor Englands priuate wrongs Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke About his marriage nor my owne disgrace Haue euer made me sowre my patient cheeke Or bend one wrinâ—kle on my Soueraignes face I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first 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 hast for euen so look'd he Accomplish'd with the number of thy howâ—rs But when he frown'd it was against the Freâ—ch And not against his friends hâ—s noble hand Did wâ—n what he did spend and speâ—t 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 York is too farre gone with greefe Or else he neuer would compare betweene Rich. Why Vncle What 's the matter Yor. Oh my Liege pardon me if you please if
North. Sorrow and griefe of heart Makes him speake fondly like a frantick man Yet he is come Bull. Stand all apart And shew faire dutie to his Maiestie My gracious Lord. Rich. Faire Cousin You debase your Princely Knee To make the base Earth prowd with kissing it Me rather had my Heart might feele your Loue Then my vnpleas'd Eye see your Courtesie Vp Cousin vp your Heart is vp I know Thus high at least although your Knee below 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 most redoubted Lord As my true seruice shall deserue your loue Rich. Well you deseru'd They well deserue to haue That know the strong'st and surest way to get Vnckle giue me your Hand nay drie your Eyes Teares shew their Loue but want their Remedies Cousin I am too young to be your Father Though you are old enough to be my Heire What you will haue I le giue and willing to For doe we must what force will haue vs doe Set on towards London Cousin is it so Bull. Yea my good Lord. Rich. Then I must not say no. Flourish Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Queene and two Ladies Qu. What sport shall we deuise here in this Garden To driue away the heauie thought of Care La. Madame wee 'le play at Bowles Qu. 'T will make me thinke the World is full of Rubs And that my fortune runnes against the Byas La. Madame wee 'le Dance Qu. My Legges can keepe no measure in Delight When my poore Heart no measure keepes in Griefe Therefore no Dancing Girle some other sport La. Madame wee 'le tell Tales Qu. Of Sorrow or of Griefe La. Of eyther Madame Qu. Of neyther Girle For if of Ioy 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 Ioy For what I haue I need not to repeat And what I want it bootes not to complaine La. Madame I le sing Qu. 'T is well that thou hast cause But thou should'st please me better would'st thou weepe La. I could weepe Madame would it doe you good Qu. And I could sing would weeping doe me good And neuer borrow any Teare of thee Enter a Gardiner and two Seruants But stay here comes the Gardiners Let 's step into the shadow of these Trees My wretchednesse vnto a Rowe of Pinnes They 'le talke of State for euery one doth so Against a Change Woe is fore-runne with Woe Gard. Goe binde thou vp yond dangling Apricocks Which like vnruly Children make their Syre Stoupe with oppression of their prodigall weight Giue some supportance to the bending twigges Goe thou and like an Executioner Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprayes That looke too loftie in our Common-wealth All must be euen in our Gouernment You thus imploy'd I will goe root away The noysome Weedes that without profit sucke The Soyles fertilitie from wholesome flowers Ser. Why should we in the compasse of a Pale Keepe Law and Forme and due Proportion Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate When our Sea-walled Garden the whole Land Is full of Weedes her fairest Flowers choakt vp Her Fruit-trees all vnpruin'd her Hedges ruin'd Her Knots disorder'd and her wholesome Hearbes Swarming with Caterpillers Gard. Hold thy peace He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe The Weeds that his broad-spreading Leaues did shelter That seem'd in eating him to hold him vp Are pull'd vp Root and all by Bullingbrooke I meane the Earle of Wiltshire Bushie Greene. Ser. What are they dead Gard. They are And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King Oh what pitty is it that he had not so trim'd And drest his Land as we this Garden at time of yeare And wound the Barke the skin of our Fruit-trees Least being ouer-proud with Sap and Blood With too much riches it confound it selfe Had he done so to great and growing men They might haue liu'd to beare and he to taste Their fruites of dutie Superfluous branches We lop away that bearing boughes may liue Had he done so himselfe had borne the Crowne Which waste and idle houres hath quite thrown downe Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd Gar. Deprest he is already and depos'd 'T is doubted he will be Letters came last night To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes That tell blacke tydings Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking Thou old Adams likenesse set to dresse this Garden How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing newes What Eue what Serpent hath suggested thee To make a second fall of cursed man Why do'st thou say King Richard is depos'd Dar'st thou thou little better thing then earth Diuine his downfall Say where when and how Cam'st thou by this ill-tydings Speake thou wretch Gard. Pardon me Madam Little ioy haue I To breath these newes yet what I say is true King Richard he is in the mighty hold Of Bullingbrooke their Fortunes both are weigh'd In your Lords Scale is nothing but himselfe And some few Vanities that make him light But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke Besides himselfe are all the English Peeres And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe Poste you to London and you 'l finde it so I speake no more then euery one doth know Qu. Nimble mischance that art so light of foote Doth not thy Embassage belong to me And am I last that knowes it Oh thou think'st To serue me last that I may longest keepe Thy sorrow in my breast Come Ladies goe To meet at London Londons King in woe What was I borne to this that my sad looke Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke Gard'ner for telling me this newes of woe I would the Plants thou graft'st may neuer grow Exit G Poore Queen so that thy State might be no worse I would my skill were subiect to thy curse Heere did she drop a teare heere in this place I le set a Banke of Rew sowre Herbe of Grace Rue eu'n for ruth heere shortly shall be seene In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene Exit Actus Quartus Scoena Prima Enter as to the Parliament Bullingbrooke Aumerle Northumberland Percie Fitz-Water Surroy Carlile Abbot of Westminster Herauld Officers and Bagot Bullingbrooke Call forth Bagot Now Bagot freely speake thy minde What thou do'st know of Noble Glousters death Who wrought it with the King and who perform'd The bloody Office of his Timelesse end Bag. Then set before my face the Lord Aumerle Bul. Cosin stand forth and looke vpon that man Bag. My Lord Aumerle I know your daring tongue Scornes to vnsay what it hath once deliuer'd In that dead time when Glousters death was plotted I heard you say Is not my arme of length That reacheth from the restfull English Court As farre as Callis to my
Being the Agents or base second meanes The Cords the Ladder or the Hangman rather O pardon if that I descend so low To shew the Line and the Predicament Wherein you range vnder this subtill King Shall it for shame be spoken in these dayes Or fill vp Chronicles in time to come That men of your Nobility and Power Did gage them both in an vniust behalfe As Both of you God pardon it haue done To put downe Richard that sweet louely Rose And plant this Thorne this Canker Bullingbrooke And shall it in more shame be further spoken That you are fool'd discarded and shooke off By him for whom these shames ye vnderwent No yet time serues wherein you may redeeme Your banish'd Honors and restore your selues Into the good Thoughts of the world againe Reuenge the geering and disdain'd contempt Of this proud King who studies day and night To answer all the Debt he owes vnto you Euen with the bloody Payment of your deaths Therefore I say Wor. Peace Cousin say no more And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents I le reade you Matter deepe and dangerous As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit As to o're-walke a Current roaring loud On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare Hot. If he fall in good night or sinke or swimme Send danger from the East vnto the West So Honor crosse it from the North to South And let them grapple The blood more stirres To rowze a Lyon then to start a Hare Nor. Imagination of some great exploit Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience Hot. By heauen me thinkes it were an easie 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 Fellowship Wor. He apprehends a World of Figures here But not the forme of what he should attend Good Cousin giue me audience for a-while And list to me Hot. I cry you mercy Wor. Those same Noble Scottes That are your Prisoners Hot. I le keepe them all By heauen he shall not haue a Scot of them No if a Scot would saue his Soule he shall not I le keepe them by this Hand Wor. You start away And lend no eare vnto my purposes Those Prisoners you shall keepe Hot. Nay I will that 's flat He said he would not ransome Mortimer Forbad my tongue to speake of Mortimer But I will finde him when he lyes asleepe And in his eare I le holla Mortimer Nay I le haue a Starling shall be taught to speake Nothing but Mortimer and giue it him To keepe his anger still in motion Wor. Heare you Cousin a word Hot. All studies heere I solemnly defie Saue how to gall and pinch this Bullingbrooke And that same Sword and Buckler Prince of Wales But that I thinke his Father loues him not And would be glad he met with some mischance I would haue poyson'd him with a pot of Ale Wor. Farewell Kinsman I le talke to you When you are better temper'd to attend Nor. Why what a Waspe-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 scourg'd with rods Netled and stung with Pismires when I heare Of this vile Politician Bullingbrooke In Richards time What de' ye call the place A plague vpon 't it is in Gloustershire 'T was where the madcap Duke his Vncle kept His Vncle Yorke where I first bow'd my knee Vnto this King of Smiles this Bullingbrooke When you and he came backe from Rauenspurgh Nor. At Barkley Castle Hot. You say true Why what a caudie deale of curtesie This fawning Grey-hound then did proffer me Looke when his infant Fortune came to age And gentle Harry Percy and kinde Cousin O the Diuell take such Couzeners God forgiue me Good Vncle tell your tale for I haue done Wor. Nay if you haue not too 't againe Wee 'l stay your leysure Hot. I haue done insooth Wor. Then once more to your Scottish Prisoners Deliuer them vp without their ransome straight And make the Dowglas sonne your onely meane For powres in Scotland which for diuers reasons Which I shall send you written be assur'd Will easily be granted you my Lord. Your Sonne in Scotland being thus imply'd Shall secretly into the bosome creepe Of that same noble Prelate well belou'd The Archbishop Hot. Of Yorke is' t not Wor. True who beares hard His Brothers death at Bristow the Lord Scroope I speake not this in estimation As what I thinke might be but what I know Is ruminated plotted and set downe And onely stayes but to behold the face Of that occasion that shall bring it on Hot. I smell it Vpon my life it will do wond'rous well Nor. Before the game 's a-foot thou still let'st slip Hot. Why it cannot choose but be a Noble plot And then the power of Scotland and of Yorke To ioyne with Mortimer Ha. Wor. And so they shall Hot. Infaith it is exceedingly well aym'd Wor. And 't is no little reason bids vs speed To saue our heads by raising of a Head For beare our selues as euen as we can The King will alwayes thinke him in our debt And thinke we thinke our selues vnsatisfied Till he hath found a time to pay vs home And see already how he doth beginne To make vs strangers to his lookes of loue Hot. He does he does wee 'l be reueng'd on him Wor. Cousin farewell No further go in this Then I by Letters shall direct your course When time is ripe which will be sodainly I le steale to Glendower and loe Mortimer Where you and Dowglas and our powres at once As I will fashion it shall happily meete To beare our fortunes in our owne strong armes Which now we hold at much vncertainty Nor. Farewell good Brother we shall thriue I trust Hot. Vncle adieu O let the houres be short Till fields and blowes and grones applaud our sport exit Actus Secundus Scena Prima Enter a Carrier with a Lanterne in his hand 1. Car. Heigh-ho an 't be not foure by the day I le be hang'd Charles waine is ouer the new Chimney and yet our horse not packt What Ostler Ost Anon anon 1. Car. I prethee Tom beate Cuts Saddle put a few Flockes in the point the poore Iade is wrung in the withers out of all cesse Enter another Carrier 2. Car. Pease and Beanes are as danke here as a Dog and this is the next way to giue poore Iades the Bottes This house is turned vpside downe since Robin the Ostler dyed 1. Car. Poore fellow neuer ioy'd since the price of oats rose it was the death of him 2. Car. I thinke this is the most villanous house in al London rode for Fleas I am stung
he is dead See what a ready tongue Suspition hath He that but feares the thing he would not know Hath by Instinct knowledge from others Eyes That what he feard is chanc'd Yet speake Morton Tell thou thy Earle his Diuination Lies And I will take it as a sweet Disgrace And make thee rich for doing me such wrong Mor. You are too great to be by me gainsaid Your Spirit is too true your Feares too certaine North. Yet for all this say not that Percies dead I see a strange Confession in thine Eye Thou shak'st thy head and hold'st it Feare or Sinne To speake a truth If he be slaine say so The Tongue offends not that reports his death And he doth sinne that doth belye the dead Not he which sayes the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome Newes Hath but a loosing Office and his Tongue Sounds euer after as a sullen Bell Remembred knolling a departing Friend L. Bar. I cannot thinke my Lord your son is dead Mor. I am sorry I should force you to beleeue That which I would to heauen I had not seene But these mine eyes saw him in bloody state Rend'ring faint quittance wearied and out-breath'd To Henrie Monmouth whose swift wrath beate downe The neuer-daunted Percie to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirit lent a fire Euen to the dullest Peazant in his Campe Being bruited once tooke fire and heate away From the best temper'd Courage in his Troopes For from his Mettle was his Party steel'd Which once in him abated all the rest Turn'd on themselues like dull and heauy Lead And as the Thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flyes with greatest speede So did our Men heauy in Hotspurres losse Lend to this weight such lightnesse with their Feare That Arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Then did our Soldiers ayming at their safety Fly from the field Then was that Noble Worcester Too soone ta'ne prisoner and that furious Scot The bloody Dowglas whose well-labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King Gan vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turn'd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in Feare was tooke The summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to encounter you my Lord Vnder the Conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland This is the Newes at full North. For this I shall haue time enough to mourne In Poyson there is Physicke and this newes Hauing beene well that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me well And as the Wretch whose Feauer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse Hindges buckle vnder life Impatient of his Fit breakes like a fire Out of his keepers armes Euen so my Limbes Weak'ned with greefe being now inrag'd with greefe Are thrice themselues Hence therefore thou nice crutch A scalie Gauntlet now with ioynts of Steele Must gloue this hand And hence thou sickly Quoife Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which Princes flesh'd with Conquest ayme to hit Now binde my Browes with Iron and approach The ragged'st houre that Time and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' enrag'd Northumberland Let Heauen kisse Earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wilde Flood confin'd Let Order dye And let the world no longer be a stage To feede Contention in a ling'ring Act But let one spirit of the First-borne Caine Reigne in all bosomes that each heart being set On bloody Courses the rude Scene may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead L. Bar. Sweet Earle diuorce not wisedom from your Honor. Mor. The liues of all your louing Complices Leane-on your health the which if you giue o're To stormy Passion must perforce decay You cast th' euent of Warre my Noble Lord And summ'd the accompt of Chance before you said Let vs make head It was your presurmize That in the dole of blowes 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 flesh was capeable Of Wounds and Scarres and that his forward Spirit Would lift him where most trade of danger rang'd Yet did you say go forth and none of this Though strongly apprehended could restraine The stiffe-borne Action 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 losse Knew that we ventur'd on such 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 respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are o're-set venture againe Come we will all put forth Body and Goods Mor. 'T is more then time And my most Noble Lord I heare for certaine and do speake the truth The gentle Arch-bishop of Yorke is vp With well appointed Powres he is a man Who with a double Surety bindes his Followers My Lord your Sonne had onely but the Corpes But shadowes and the shewes of men to fight For that same word Rebellion did diuide The action of their bodies from their soules And they did fight with queasinesse constrain'd As men drinke Potions that their Weapons only Seem'd on our side but for their Spirits and Soules This word Rebellion it had froze them vp As Fish are in a Pond But now the Bishop Turnes Insurrection to Religion Suppos'd sincere and holy in his Thoughts He 's follow'd both with Body and with Minde And doth enlarge his Rising with the blood Of faire King Richard scrap'd from Pomfret stones Deriues from heauen his Quarrell and his Cause Tels them he doth bestride a bleeding Land Gasping for life vnder great Bullingbrooke And more and lesse do flocke to follow him North. I knew of this before But to speake truth This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde Go in with me and councell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get Posts and Letters and make Friends with speed Neuer so few nor neuer yet more need Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Falstaffe and Page Fal. Sirra you giant what saies the Doct. to my water Pag. He said sir the water it selfe was a good healthy water but for the party that ow'd it he might haue more diseases then he knew for Fal. Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at mee the braine of this foolish 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 selfe but the cause 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 Seruice for any other reason then to set mee off why then I haue no iudgement Thou horson Mandrake thou art fitter to be worne in my
should be a Gentleman perpend my words O Signieur Dewe and marke O Signieur Dewe thou dyest on point of Fox except O Signieur thou doe giue to me egregious Ransome French O prennes miserecordie aye pitez de moy Pist Moy shall not serue I will haue fortie Moyes for I will fetch thy rymme out at thy Throat in droppes of Crimson blood French Est il impossible d'eschapper le force de ton bras Pist Brasse Curre thou damned and luxurious Mountaine Goat offer'st me Brasse French O perdonne moy Pist Say'st thou me so is that a Tonne of Moyes Come hither boy aske me this slaue in French what is his Name Boy Escoute comment estes vous appelle French Mounsieur le Fer. Boy He sayes his Name is M. Fer. Pist M. Fer I le fer him and firke him and ferret him discusse the same in French vnto him Boy I doe not know the French for fer and ferret and firke Pist Bid him prepare for I will cut his throat French Que dit il Mounsieur Boy Il me commande a vous dire que vous faite vous prost car ce soldat icy est disposee tout asture de couppes vostre gorge Pist Owy cuppele gorge permafoy pesant vnlesse thou giue me Crownes braue Crownes or mangled shalt thou be by this my Sword French O Ie vous supplie pour l'amour de Dieu ma pardonner Ie suis le Gentilhome de bon maison garde ma vie Ie vous donneray deux cent escus Pist What are his words Boy He prayes you to saue his life he is a Gentleman of a good house and for his ransom he will giue you two hundred Crownes Pist Tell him my fury shall abate and I the Crownes will take Fren. Petit Monsieur que dit il Boy Encore qu il et contra son Iurement de pardonner aucune prisonner neant-monâ— pour les escues que vous layt a promets il est content a vous donnes lo liberie le franchisement Fre. Sur mes genoux se vous donnes milles remercious et Ie me estime heurex que Ie intombe entre les main d'vn Cheualier Ie peuse le plus brane valiant et tres distinie signieur d' Anglererre Pist Expound vnto me boy Boy He giues you vpon his knees a thousand thanks and he esteemes himselfe happy that he hath falne into the hands of one as he thinker the most braue valorous and thrice-worthy signeur of England Pist As I sucke blood I will some mercy shew Follow mee Boy Saaue vous lo grand Capitaine I did neuer know so full a voyce issue from so emptie a heart but the saying is true The empty vessel makes the greatest sound Bardolse 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 so would this be if hee durst steale any thing adueuturously I must stay 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 Constable Orleance Burbon Dolphin and Ramburs Con. O Diable Orl. O signeur le iour et perdia toute et perdie Dol. Mor Dieu ma vie all is confounded all Reproach and euerlasting shame Sits mocking in our Plumes A short Alarum O meschante Fortune do not runne away Con. Why all our rankes are broke Dol. O perdurable shame let 's stab our selues Be these the wretches that we plaid at dice for Orl. Is this the King we sent too for his ransome Bur. Shame and eternall shame nothing but shame 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 base Pander hold the Chamber doore Whilst a base slaue no gentler then my dogge His fairest daughter is contaminated Con. Disorder that hath spoyl'd vs friend vs now Let vs on heapes go offer vp our liues Orl. We are enow yet liuing in the Field To smother vp the English in our throngs If any order might be thought vpon Bur. The diuell take Order now I le to the throng Let life be short else shame will be too long Exit Alarum Enter the King and his trayne with Prisoners King Well 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 Maiesty King Liues he good Vnckle thrice within this houre I saw him downe thrice vp againe and fighting From Helmet to the spurre all blood he was Exe. In which array braue Soldier doth he lye Larding the plaine and by his bloody side Yoake-fellow to his honour-owing-wounds The Noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes Suffolke first dyed and Yorke all hagled ouer Comes to him where in gore he lay insteeped And takes him by the Beard kisses the gashes That bloodily did yawne vpon his face He cryes aloud Tarry my Cosin Suffolke My soule shall thine keepe company to heauen Tarry sweet soule for mine then flye a-brest As in this glorious and well-foughten field We kept together in our Chiualrie Vpon these words I came and cheer'd him vp He smil'd me in the face raught me his hand And with a feeble gripe sayes Deere my Lord Commend my seruice to my Soueraigne So did he turne and ouer Suffolkes necke He threw his wounded arme and kist his lippes And so espous'd to death with blood he seal'd A Testament of Noble-ending-loue The prettie and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would haue stop'd But I had not so 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 must perforce compound With mixtfull eyes or they will issue to Alarum But hearke what new alarum is this same The French haue re-enforc'd their scatter'd men Then euery souldiour kill his Prisoners Giue the word through Exit Actus Quartus Enter Fluellen and Gower Flu. Kill the poyes and the luggage 'T is expressely against the Law of Armes t is as arrant a peece of knauery marke you now as can bee offert in your Conscience now is it not Gow T is certaine there 's not a boy left aliue and the Cowardly Rascalls that ranne from the battaile ha' done this slaughter besides they haue burned and carried away all that was in the Kings Tent wherefore the King most worthily hath caus'd euery soldiour to cut his prisoners throat O 't is a gallant King Flu. I hee was porne at Monmouth Captaine Gower What call you the Townes name where Alexander the pig was borne Gow Alexander the Great Flu. Why I pray you is not pig great The pig or the great or the mighty or the huge or the magnanimous are all
one reckonings saue the phrase is a litle variations Gower I thinke Alexander the Great was borne in Macedon his Father was called Phillip of Macedon as I take it Flu. I thinke it is in Macedon where Alexander is porne I tell you Captaine if you looke in the Maps of the Orld I warrant you sall finde in the comparisons betweene Macedon Monmouth that the situations looke you is both alike There is a Riuer in Macedon there is also moreouer a Riuer at Monmouth it is call'd Wye at Monmouth but it is out of my praines what is the name of the other Riuer but 't is all one t is alike as my fingers is to my fingers and there is Salmons in both If you marke Alexanders life well Harry of Monmouthes life is come after it indifferent well for there is figures in all things Alexander God knowes and you know in his rages and his furies and his wraths and his choller 's and his moodes and his displeasures and his indignations and also being a little intoxicates in his praines did in his Ales and his angers looke you kill his best friend Clytus Gow Our King is not like him in that he neuer kill'd any of his friends Flu. It is not well done marke you now to take the tales out of my mouth ere it is made and finished I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it as Alexander kild his friend Clytus being in his Ales and his Cuppes so also Harry Monmouth being in his right wittes and his good iudgements turn'd away the fat Knight with the great belly doublet he was full of iests and gypes and knaueries and mockes I haue forgot his name Gow Sir Iohn Falstaffe Flu. That is he I le tell you there is good men porne at Monmouth Gow Heere comes his Maiesty Alarum Enter King Harry and Burbon with prisoners Flourish King I was not angry since I came to France Vntill this instant Take a Trumpet Herald Ride thou vnto the Horsemen on yond hill If they will fight with vs bid them come downe Or voyde the field they do offend our sight If they 'l do neither we will come to them And make them sker away as swift as stones Enforced from the old Assyrian slings Besides wee 'l cut the throats of those we haue And not a man of them that we shall take Shall taste our mercy Go and tell them so Enter Montioy 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 Knowst thou not That I haue fin'd these bones of mine for ransome Com'st thou againe for ransome Her No great King I come to thee for charitable License That we may wander ore this bloody field To booke our dead and then to bury them To sort our Nobles from our common men For many of our Princes woe the while Lye drown'd and soak'd in mercenary blood So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbes In blood of Princes and with wounded steeds Fret fet-locke deepe in gore and with wilde rage Yerke out their armed heeles at their dead masters Killing them twice O giue vs leaue great King To view the field in safety and dispose 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 horsemen peere And gallop ore the field Her The day is yours Kin. Praised be God and not our strength for it What is this Castle call'd that stands hard by Her They call it Agincourt King Then call we this the field of Agincourt Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus Flu. Your Grandfather of famous memory an 't please your Maiesty and your great Vncle Edward the Placke Prince of Wales as I haue read in the Chronicles fought a most praue pattle here in France Kin. They did Fluellen Flu. Your Maiesty sayes very true If your Maiesties is remembred of it the Welchmen did good seruice in a Garden where Leekes did grow wearing Leekes in their Monmouth caps which your Maiesty know to this houre is an honourable badge of the seruice And I do beleeue your Maiesty takes no scorne to weare the Leeke vppon S. Tauâ—es day King I weare it for a memorable honor For I am Welch you know good Countriman Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your Maiesties Welsh plood out of your pody I can tell you that God plesse it and preserue it as long as it pleases his Grace and his Maiesty too Kin. Thankes good my Countrymen Flu. By leshu I am your Maiesties Countreyman I care not who know it I will confesse it to all the Orld I need not to be ashamed of your Maiesty praised be God so long as your Maiesty is an honest man King Good keepe me so Enter Williams Our Heralds go with him Bring me iust notice of the numbers dead On both our parts Call yonder fellow hither Exe. Souldier you must come to the King Kin. Souldier why wear'st thou that Gloue in thy Cappe Will. And 't please your Maiesty t is the gage of one that I should fight withall if he be aliue Kin. An Englishman Wil. And 't please your Maiesty a Rascall that swaggeâ—'d with me last night who if aliue and euer dare to challenge this Gloue I haue sworne to take him a boxe a' th ere or if I can see my Gloue in his cappe which he swore as he was a Souldier he would weare if aliue I wil strike it out soundly Kin. What thinke you Captaine Fluellen is it fit this souldier keepe his oath Flu. Hee is a Crauen and a Villaine else and 't please your Maiesty in my conscience King It may bee his enemy is a Gentleman of great sort quite from the answer of his degree Flu. Though he be as good a Ientleman as the diuel is as Lucifer and Belzebub himselfe it is necessary looke your Grace that he keepe his vow and his oath If hee bee periur'd see you now his reputation is as arrant a villaine and a lacke sawce as euer his blacke shoo trodd vpon Gods ground and his earth in my conscience law King Then keepe thy vow sirrah when thou meet'st the fellow Wil. So I wil my Liege as I liue King Who seru'st thou vnder Will. Vnder Captaine Gower my Liege Flu. Gower is a good Captaine and is good knowledge and literatured in the Warres King Call him hither to me Souldier Will. I will my Liege Exit King Here Fluellen weare thou this fauour for me and sticke it in thy Cappe when Alanson and my selfe were downe together I plackt this Gloue from his Helme If any man challenge this hee is a friend to Alanson and an enemy to our Person if thou encounter any such apprehend him and thou do'st me loue Flu. Your Grace doo's me as great Honors as can be desir'd in the hearts of his Subiects I would faine see the man
that ha's but two legges that shall find himselfe agreesd at this Gloue that is all but I would faine see it once and please God of his grace that I might see King Know'st thou Gower Flu. He is my deare friend and please you King Pray thee goe seeke him and bring him to my Tent. Flu. I will fetch him Exit King My Lord of Warwick and my Brother Gloster Follow Fluellen closely at the heeles The Gloue which I haue giuen him for a fauour May haply purchase him a box a' th' care It is the Souldiers I by bargaine should Weare it my selfe Follow good Cousin Warwick If that the Souldier strike him as I iudge By his blunt bearing he will keepe his word Some sodaine mischiefe may arise of it For I doe know Fluellen valiant And toucht with Choler hot as Gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniurie Follow and see there be no harme betweene them Goe you with me Vnckle of Exeter Exeunt Enter Gower and Williams Will. I warrant it is to Knight you Captaine Enter Fluellen Flu. Gods will and his pleasure Captaine I beseech 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 Gloue I know the Gloue is a Gloue Will. I know this and thus I challenge it Strikes him Flu. ' Sblâ—d an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuersall World or in France or in England Gower How now Sir you Villaine Will. Doe you thinke I le be forsworne Flu. Stand away Captaine Gower I will giue Treason 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 Maiesties Name apprehend him he 's a friend of the Duke Alansons Enter Warwick and Gloucester Warw. How now how now what 's the matter Flu. My Lord of Warwick heere is praysed be God for it a most contagious Treason come to light looke you as you shall desire in a Summers day Heere is his Maiestie 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 strooke the Gloue which your Maiestie is take out of the Helmet of Alanson 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 strike him if he did I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe and I haue been as good as my word Flu. Your Maiestie heare now sauing your Maiesties Manhood what an arrant rascally beggerly lowsie Knaue it is I hope your Maiestie is peare me testimonie and witnesse and will auouchment that this is the Gloue of Alanson that your Maiestie is giue me in your Conscience now King Giue me thy Gloue Souldier Looke heere is the fellow of it 'T was I indeed thou promised'st to strike And thou hast giuen me most bitter termes Flu. And please your Maiestie let his Neck answere for it if there is any Marshall Law in the World King How canst thou make me satisfaction Will. All offences my Lord come from the heart neuer came any from mine that might offend your Maiestie King It was our selfe thou didst abuse Will. Your Maiestie came not like your selfe you appear'd to me but as a common man witnesse the Night your Garments your Lowlinesse and what your Highnesse suffer'd vnder that shape I beseech you take it for your owne fauâ—t and not mine for had you beene as I tooke you for I made no offence therefore I beseech your Highnesse pardon me King Here Vnckle Exeter fill this Gloue with Crownes And giue it to this fellow Keepe it fellow And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe Till I doe challenge it Giue him the Crownes And Captaine you must needs be friends with him Flu. By this Day and this Light the fellow ha's mettell enough in his belly Hold there is twelue-pence for you and I pray you to serue God and keepe you out of prawles and prabbles and quarrels and dissentions and I 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 serue you to mend your shooes come wherefore should you be so pashfull your shooes is not so good 't is a good silling I warrant you or I will change it Enter Herauld King Now Herauld are the dead numbred Herald Heere is the number of the slaught'red French King What Prisoners of good sort are taken Vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bouchiquald Of other Lords and Barons Knights and Squires Full fifteene hundred besides common men King This Note doth tell me of ten thousand French That in the field lye slaine of Princes in this number And Nobles bearing Banners there lye dead One hundred twentie six added to these Of Knights Esquires and gallant Gentlemen Eight thousand and foure hundred of the which Fiue hundred were but yesterday dubb'd Knights So that in these ten thousand they haue lost There are but sixteene hundred Mercenaries The rest are Princes Barons Lords Knights Squires And Gentlemen of bloud and qualitie The Names of those their Nobles that lye dead Charles Delabreth High Constable of France Iaques of Chatilion Admirall of France The Master of the Crosse-bowes Lord Rambures Great Master of France the braue Sir Guichard Dolphin Iohn Duke of Alanson Anthonie Duke of Brabant The Brother to the Duke of Burgundie And Edward Duke of Barr of lustie Earles Grandpree and Roussie Fauconbridge and Foyes Beaumont and Marle Vandemont and Lestrale Here was a Royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquire None else of name and of all other men But fiue and twentie O God thy Arme was heere And not to vs but to thy Arme alone Ascribe we all when without stratagem But in plaine shock and euen play of Battaile Was euer knowne so great and little losse On one part and on th' other take it God For it is none but thine Exet. 'T is wonderfull King Come goe me in procession to the Village And be it death proclaymed through our Hoast To boast of this or take that prayse from God Which is his onely Flu. Is it not lawfull and please your Maiestie to tell how many is kill'd King Yes Captaine but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flu. Yes my conscience he did vs great good King Doe we all holy Rights Let there be sung Non nobis and Te Deum The dead with charitie enclos'd in Clay And then to Callice and to England then Where ne're from France arriu'd more happy men Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Chorus Vouchsafe to those that haue not read the
Subiect Edw. But Warwickes King is Edwards Prisoner And gallant Warwicke doe but answer this What is the Body when the Head is off Rich. Alas that Warwicke had no more fore-cast But whiles he thought to steale the single Ten The King was slyly finger'd from the Deck You left poore Henry at the Bishops Pallace And tenne to one you 'le meet him in the Tower Edw. 'T is euen so yet you are Warwicke still Rich. Come Warwicke Take the time kneele downe kneele downe Nay when strike now or else 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 so low a sayle to strike to thee Edw. Sayle how thou canst Haue Winde and Tyde thy friend This Hand fast wound about thy coale-black hayre Shall whiles thy Head is warme and new cut off Write in the dust this Sentence with thy blood Wind-changing Warwicke now can change no more Enter Oxford with Drumme and Colours War Oh chearefull Colours see where Oxford comes Oxf. Oxford Oxford for Lancaster Rich. The Gates are open let vs enter too Edw. So other foes may set vpon our backs Stand we in good array for they no doubt Will issue out againe and bid vs battaile If not the Citie being but of small defence Wee 'le quickly rowze the Traitors in the same War Oh welcome Oxford for we want thy helpe Enter Mountague with Drumme and Colours Mount Mountague Mountague for Lancaster Rich. Thou and thy Brother both shall buy this Treason Euen with the dearest blood your bodies beare Edw. The harder matcht the greater Victorie My minde presageth happy gaine and Conquest Enter Somerset with Drumme and Colours Som. Somerset Somerset for Lancaster Rich. Two of thy Name both Dukes of Somerset Haue sold their Liues vnto the House of Yorke And thou shalt be the third if this Sword hold Enter Clarence with Drumme and Colours War And loe where George of Clarence sweepes 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 Clar. Father of Warwick know you what this meanes Looke here I throw my infamie at thee I will not ruinate my Fathers House Who gaue his blood to lyme the stones together And set vp Lancaster Why trowest thou Warwicke That Clarence is so harsh so blunt vnnaturall To bend the fatall Instruments of Warre Against his Brother and his lawfull King Perhaps thou wilt obiect my holy Oath To keepe that Oath were more impietie Then Iephah when he sacrific'd his Daughter I am so sorry for my Trespas made That to deserue well at my Brothers hands I here proclayme my selfe thy mortall foe With resolution wheresoe're I meet thee As I will meet thee if thou stirre abroad To plague thee for thy foule mis-leading me And so prowd-hearted Warwicke I defie thee And to my Brother turne my blushing Cheekes Pardon me Edward I will make amends And Richard doe not frowne vpon my faults For I will henceforth be no more vnconstant Edw. Now welcome more and ten times more belou'd Then if thou neuer hadst deseru'd our hate Rich. Welcome good Clarence this is Brother-like Warw. Oh passing Traytor periur'd and vniust Edw. What Warwicke Wilt thou leaue the Towne and fight Or shall we beat the Stones about thine Eares Warw. Alas I am not coop'd here for defence I will away towards Barnet presently And bid thee Battaile Edward if thou dar'st Edw. Yes Warwicke Edward dares and leads the way Lords to the field Saint George and Victorie Exeunt March Warwicke and his companie followes Alarum and Excursions Enter Edward bringing forth Warwicke wounded Edw. So lye thou there dye thou and dye our feare For Warwicke was a Bugge that fear'd vs all Now Mountague sit fast I seeke for thee That Warwickes Bones may keepe thine companie Exit Warw. Ah who is nigh come to me friend or foe And tell me who is Victor Yorke or Warwicke Why aske I that my mangled body shewes My blood my want of strength my sicke heart shewes That I must yeeld my body to the Earth And by my fall the conquest to my foe Thus yeelds the Cedar to the Axes edge Whose Armes gaue shelter to the Princely Eagle Vnder whose shade the ramping Lyon slept Whose top-branch ouer-peer'd Ioues spreading Tree And kept low Shrubs from Winters pow'rfull Winde These Eyes that now are dim'd with Deaths black Veyle Haue beene as piercing as the Mid-day Sunne To search the secret Treasons of the World The Wrinckles in my Browes now fill'd with blood Were lik'ned oft to Kingly Sepulchers For who liu'd King but I could digge his Graue And who durst smile when Warwicke bent his Brow Loe now my Glory smear'd in dust and blood My Parkes my Walkes my Mannors that I had Euen now forsake me and of all my Lands Is nothing left me but my bodies length Why what is Pompe Rule Reigne but Earth and Dust And liue we how we can yet dye we must Enter Oxford and Somerset Som. Ah Warwicke Warwicke wert thou as we are We might recouer all our Losse againe The Queene from France hath brought a puissant power Euen now we heard the newes ah could'st thou flye Warw. Why then I would not flye Ah Mountague If thou be there sweet Brother take my Hand And with thy Lippes keepe in my Soule a while Thou lou'st me not for Brother if thou didst Thy teares would wash this cold congealed blood That glewes my Lippes and will not let me speake Come quickly Mountague or I am dead Som. Ah Warwicke Mountague hath breath'd his last And to the latest gaspe cry'd out for Warwicke And said Commend me to my valiant Brother And more he would haue said and more he spoke Which sounded like a Cannon in a Vault That mought not be distinguisht but at last I well might heare deliuered with a groane Oh farewell Warwicke Warw. Sweet rest his Soule Flye Lords and saue your selues For Warwicke bids you all farewell to meet in Heauen Oxf. Away away to meet the Queenes great power Here they beare away his Body Exeunt Flourish Enter King Edward in triumph with Richard Clarence and the rest King Thus farre our fortune keepes an vpward course And we are grac'd with wreaths of Victorie But in the midst of this bright-shining Day I spy a black suspicious threatning Cloud That will encounter with our glorious Sunne Ere he attaine his easefull Westerne Bed I meane my Lords those powers that the Queene Hath rays'd in Gallia haue arriued our Coast And as we heare march on to fight with vs. Clar. A little gale will soone disperse that Cloud And blow it to the Source from whence it came Thy very Beames will dry those Vapours vp For euery Cloud engenders not a Storme Rich. The Queene is valued thirtie thousand strong And Somerset with Oxford fled to her If
Let me ne're hope to see a Chine againe And that I would not for a Cow God saue her Within Do you heare M. Porter Port. I shall be with you presently good M. Puppy Keepe the dore close Sirha Man What would you haue me doe Por. What should you doe But knock 'em downe by th' dozens Is this More fields to muster in Or haue wee some strange Indian with the great Toole come to Court the women so besiege vs Blesse me what a fry of Fornication is at dore On my Christian Conscience this one Christening will beget a thousand here will bee Father God-father and all together Man The Spoones will be the bigger Sir There is a fellow somewhat neere the doore he should be a Brasier by his face for o' my conscience twenty of the Dog-dayes now reigne in 's Nose all that stand about him are vnder the Line they need no other pennance that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the head and three times was his Nose discharged against mee hee stands there like a Morter-piece to blow vs. There was a Habberdashers Wife of small wit neere him that rail'd vpon me till her pinck'd porrenger fell off her head for kindling such a combustion in the State I mist the Meteor once and hit that Woman who cryed out Clubbes when I might see from farre some forty Truncheoners draw to her succour which were the hope o' th' Strond where she was quartered they fell on I made good my place at length they came to th' broome staffe to me I defide 'em stil when sodainly a File of Boyes behind 'em loose shot deliuer'd such a showre of Pibbles that I was faine to draw mine Honour in and let 'em win the Worke the Diuell was amongst 'em I thinke surely Por. These are the youths that thunder at a Playhouse and fight for bitten Apples that no Audience but the tribulation of Tower Hill or the Limbes of Limehouse their deare Brothers are able to endure I haue some of 'em in Limbo Patrum and there they are like to dance these three dayes besides the running Banquet of two Beadles that is to come Enter Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Mercy o' me what a Multitude are heere They grow still too from all Parts they are comming As if we kept a Faire heere Where are these Porters These lazy knaues Y' haue made a fine hand fellowes There 's a trim rabble let in are all these Your faithfull friends o' th' Suburbs We shall haue Great store of roome no doubt left for the Ladies When they passe backe from the Christening Por. And 't please your Honour We are but men and what so many may doe Not being torne a pieces we haue done An Army cannot rule ' em Cham. As I liue If the King blame me for 't I le lay ye all By th' heeles and sodainly and on your heads Clap round Fines for neglect y' are lazy knaues And heere ye lye baiting of Bombards when Ye should doe Seruice Harke the Trumpets sound Th' are come already from the Christening Go breake among the preasse and finde away out To let the Troope passe fairely or I le finde A Marshallsey shall hold ye play these two Monthes Por. Make way there for the Princesse Man You great fellow Stand close vp or I le make your head ake Por. You i' th' Chamblet get vp o' th' raile I le pecke you o're the pales esse Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Trumpets sounding Then two Aldermen L. Maior Garter Cranmer Duke of Norfolke with his Marshals Staffe Duke of Suffolke two Noblemen bearing great standing Bowles for the Christening Guifts Then foure Noblemen bearing a Canopy vnder which the Dutchesse of Norfolke Godmother bearing the Childe richly habited in a Mantle c. Traine borne by a Lady Then followes the Marchionesse Dorset the other Godmother and Ladies The Troope passe once about the Stage and Garter speakes Gart. Heauen From thy endlesse goodnesse send prosperous life Long and euer happie to the high and Mighty Princesse of England Elizabeth Flourish Enter King and Guard Cran. And to your Royall Grace the good Queen My Noble Partners and my selfe thus pray All comfort ioy in this most gracious Lady Heauen euer laid vp to make Parents happy May hourely fall vpon ye Kin. Thanke you good Lord Archbishop What is her Name Cran. Elizabeth Kin. Stand vp Lord With this Kisse take my Blessing God protect thee Into whose hand I giue thy Life Cran. Amen Kin. My Noble Gossips y' haue beene too Prodigall I thanke ye heartily So shall this Lady When she ha's so much English Cran. Let me speake Sir For Heauen now bids me and the words I vtter Let none thinke Flattery for they 'l finde 'em Truth This Royall Infant Heauen still moue about her Though in her Cradle yet now promises Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings Which Time shall bring to ripenesse She shall be But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her And all that shall succeed Saba was neuer More couetous of Wisedome and faire Vertue Then this pure Soule shall be All Princely Graces That mould vp such a mighty Piece as this is With all the Vertues that attend the good Shall still be doubled on her Truth shall Nurse her Holy and Heauenly thoughts still Counsell her She shall be lou'd and fear'd Her owne shall blesse her Her Foes shake like a Field of beaten Corne And hang their heads with sorrow Good growes with her In her dayes Euery Man shall eate in safety Vnder hâ—s owne Vine what he plants and sing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours God shall be truely knowne and those about her From her shall read the perfect way of Honour And by those claime their greatnesse not by Blood Nor shall this peace sleepe with her But as when The Bird of Wonder dyes the Mayden Phoenix Her Ashes new create another Heyre As great in admiration as her selfe So shall she leaue her Blessednesse to One When Heauen shal call her from this clowd of darknes Who from the sacred Ashes of her Honour Shall Star-like rise as great in fame as she was And so stand fix'd Peace Plenty Loue Truth Terror That were the Seruants to this chosen Infant Shall then be his and like a Vine grow to him Where euer the bright Sunne of Heauen shall shine His Honour and the greatnesse of his Name Shall be and make new Nations He shall flourish And like a Mountaine Cedar reach his branches To all the Plaines about him Our Childrens Children Shall see this and blesse Heauen Kin. Thou speakest wonders Cran. She shall be to the happinesse of England An aged Princesse many dayes shall see her And yet no day without a deed to Crowne it Would I had knowne no more But she must dye She must the Saints must haue her yet a Virgin A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe To th' ground
wonne they are Burres I can tell you they 'le sticke where they are throwne Cres Boldnesse comes to mee now and brings mee heart Prince Troylus I haue lou'd you night and day for many weary moneths Troy Why was my Cressid then so hard to win Cres Hard to seeme won but I was won my Lord With the first glance that euer pardon me If I confesse much you will play the tyrant I loue you now but not till now so much But I might maister it in faith I lye My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow Too head-strong for their mother see we fooles Why haue I blab'd who shall be true to vs When we are so vnsecret to our selues But though I lou'd you well I woed you not And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man Or that we women had mens priuiledge Of speaking first Sweet bid me hold my tongue For in this rapture I shall surely speake The thing I shall repent see see your silence Comming in dumbnesse from my weakenesse drawes My soule of counsell from me Stop my mouth Troy And shall albeit sweete Musicke issues thence Pan. Pretty yfaith Cres My Lord I doe beseech you pardon me 'T was not my purpose thus to beg a kisse I am asham'd O Heauens what haue I done For this time will I take my leaue my Lord. Troy Your leaue sweete Cressid Pan. Leaue and you take leaue till to morrow morning Cres Pray you content you Troy What offends you Lady Cres Sir mine owne company Troy You cannot shun your selfe Cres Let me goe and try I haue a kinde of selfe recides with you But an vnkinde selfe that it selfe will leaue To be anothers foole Where is my wit I would be gone I speake I know not what Troy Well know they what they speake that speakes so wisely Cre. Perchance my Lord I shew more craft then loue And fell so roundly to a large confession To Angle for your thoughts but you are wise Or else you loue not for to be wise and loue Exceedes mans might that dwels with gods aboue Troy O that I thought it could be in a woman As if it can I will presume in you To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue To keepe her constancie in plight and youth Out-liuing beauties outward with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies Or that perswasion could but thus conuince me That my integritie and truth to you Might be affronted with the match and waight Of such a winnowed puriritie in loue How were I then vp-lifted but alas I am as true as truths simplicitie And simpler then the infancie of truth Crâ—s In that I le warre with you Troy O vertuous fight When right with right wars who shall be most right True swaines in loue shall in the world to come Approue their truths by Troylus when their rimes Full of protest of oath and big compare Wants similes truth tir'd with iteration As true as steele as plantage to the Moone As Sunne to day as Turtle to her mate As Iron to Adamant as Earth to th' Center Yet after all comparisons of truth As truths authenticke author to be cited As true as Troylus shall crowne vp the Verse And sanctifie the numbers Cres Prophet may you be If I be false or swerue a haire from truth When time is old and hath forgot it selfe When water drops haue worne the Stones of Troy And blinde obliuion swallow'd Cities vp And mightie States characterlesse are grated To dustie nothing yet let memory From false to false among false Maids in loue Vpbraid my falsehood when they'aue said as false As Aire as Water as Winde as sandie earth As Foxe to Lambe as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe Pard to the Hinde or Stepdame to her Sonne Yea let them say to sticke the heart of falsehood As false as Cressid Pand. Go too a bargaine made seale it seale it I le be the witnesse here I hold your hand here my Cousins feuer you proue false one to another since I haue taken such paines to bring you together let all pittifull goers betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name call them all Panders let all constant men be Troylusses all false women Cressids and all brokers betweene Panders say Amen Troy Amen Cres Amen Pan. Amen Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber which bed because it shall not speake of your prettie encounters presse it to death away And Cupid grant all tong-tide Maidens heere Bed Chamber and Pander to prouide this geere Exeunt Enter Vlysses Diomedes Nestor Agamemnon Menelaus and Chalcas Florish Cal. Now Princes for the seruice I haue done you Th' aduantage of the time promps me aloud To call for recompence appeare it to your minde That through the sight I beare in things to loue I haue abandon'd Troy left my possession Incur'd a Traitors name expos'd my selfe From certaine and possest conueniences To doubtfull fortunes sequestring from me all That time acquaintance custome and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature And here to doe you seruice am become As new into the world strange vnacquainted I doe beseech you as in way of taste To giue me now a little benefit Out of those many registred in promise Which you say liue to come in my behalfe Agam. What would'st thou of vs Troian make demand Cal. You haue a Troian prisoner cal'd Anthenor Yesterday tooke Troy holds him very deere Oft haue you often haue you thankes therefore Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange Whom Troy hath still deni'd but this Anthenor I know is such a wrest in their affaires That their negotiations all must slacke Wanting his mannage and they will almost Giue vs a Prince of blood a Sonne of Priam In change of him Let him be sent great Princes And he shall buy my Daughter and her presence Shall quite strike off all seruice I haue done In most accepted paine Aga. Let Diomedes beare him And bring vs Cressid hither Calcas shall haue What he requests of vs good Diomed Furnish you fairely for this enterchange Withall bring word if Hector will to morrow Be answer'd in his challenge Aiax is ready Dio. This shall I vndertake and 't is a burthen Which I am proud to beare Exit Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent. Vlis Achilles stands i' th entrance of his Tent Please it our Generall to passe strangely by him As if he were forgot and Princes all Lay negligent and loose regard vpon him I will come last 't is like hee le question me Why such vnplaâ—siue eyes are bent why turn'd on him If so I haue derision medicinable To vse betweene your strangenesse and his pride Which his owne will shall haue desire to drinke It may doe good pride hath no other glasse To show it selfe but pride for supple knees Feede arrogance and are the proud mans fees Agam. Wee le execute your purpose and put on A forme of strangenesse as we passe along So
patience I le not ouer the threshold till my Lord returne from the Warres Val. Fye you confine your selfe most vnreasonably Come you must go visit the good Lady that lies in Virg. I will wish her speedy strength and visite her with my prayers but I cannot go thither Volum Why I pray you Vlug 'T is not to saue labour nor that I want loue Val. You would be another Penelope yet they say all the yearne she spun in Vlisses absence did but fill Athica full of Mothes Come I would your Cambrick were sensible as your finger that you might leaue pricking it for pitie Come you shall go with vs. Vir. No good Madam pardon me indeed I will not foorth Val In truth la go with me and I le tell you excellent newes of your Husband Virg. Oh good Madam there can be none yet Val Verily I do not iest with you there came newes from him last night Vir Indeed Madam Val. In earnest it 's true I heard a Senatour speake it Thus it is the Volcies haue an Army forth against whō Cominius the Generall is gone with one part of our Romane power Your Lord and Titus Lartius are set down before their Citie Carioles they nothing doubt preuailing and to make it breefe Warres This is true on mine Honor and so I pray go with vs. Virg. Giue me excuse good Madame I will obey you in euery thing heereafter Vol. Let her alone Ladie as she is now She will but disease our better mirth Valeria In troth I thinke she would Fare you well then Come good sweet Ladie Prythee Virgilia turne thy solemnesse out a doore And go along with vs. Virgil. No At a word Madam Indeed I must not I wish you much mirth Val. Well then farewell Exeunt Ladies Enter Martius Titus Lartius with Drumme and Colours with Captaines and Souldiers as before the City Corialus to them a Messenger Martius Yonder comes Newes A Wager they haue met Lar. My horse to yours no. Mar. T is done Lart Agreed Mar. Say ha's our Generall met the Enemy Mess They lye in view but haue not spoke as yet Lart So the good Horse is mine Mart. I le buy him of you Lart No I le nor sel nor giue him Lend you him I will For halfe a hundred yeares Summon the Towne Mar. How farre off lie these Armies Mess Within this mile and halfe Mar. Then shall we heare their Larum they Ours Now Mars I prythee make vs quicke in worke That we with smoaking swords may march from hence To helpe our fielded Friends Come blow thy blast They Sound a Parley Enter two Senators with others on the Walles of Corialus Tullus Auffidious is he within your Walles 1. Senat. No nor a man that feares you lesse then he That 's lesser then a little Drum a farre off Hearke our Drummes Are bringing forth our youth Wee 'l breake our Walles Rather then they shall pound vs vp our Gates Which yet seeme shut we haue but pin'd with Rushes They 'le open of themselues Harke you farre off Alarum farre off There is Auffidious List what worke he makes Among'st your clouen Army Mart. Oh they are at it Lart Their noise be our instruction Ladders hoa Enter the Army of the Volces Mar. They feare vs not but issue forth their Citie Now put your Shields before your hearts and fight With hearts more proofe then Shields Aduance braue Titus They do disdaine vs much beyond our Thoughts which makes me sweat with wrath Come on my fellows He that retires I le take him for a Volce And he shall feele mine edge Alarum the Romans are beat back to their Trenches Enter Martius Cursing Mar. All the contagion of the South light on you You Shames of Rome you Heard of Byles and Plagues Plaister you o're that you may be abhorr'd Farther then seene and one infect another Against the Winde a mile you soules of Geese That beare the shapes of men how haue you run From Slaues that Apes would beate Pluto and Hell All hurt behinde backes red and faces pale With flight and agued feare mend and charge home Or by the fires of heauen I le leaue the Foe And make my Warres on you Looke too 't Come on If you 'l stand fast wee 'l beate them to their Wiues As they vs to our Trenches followes Another Alarum and Martius followes them to gates and is shut in So now the gates are ope now proue good Seconds 'T is for the followers Fortune widens them Not for the flyers Marke me and do the like Enter the Gati 1. Sol. Foole-hardinesse not I. 2. Sol. Nor I. 1. Sol. See they haue shut him in Alarum continues All. To th' pot I warrant him Enter Titus Lartius Tit. What is become of Martius All. Slaine Sir doubtlesse 1. Sol. Following the Flyers at the very heeles With them he enters who vpon the sodaine Clapt to their Gates he is himselfe alone To answer all the City Lar. Oh Noble Fellow Who sensibly out-dares his sencelesse Sword And when it bowes stand'st vp Thou art left Martius A Carbuncle intire as big as thou art Weare not so rich a Iewell Thou was 't a Souldier Euen to Calues wish not fierce and terrible Onely in strokes but with thy grim lookes and The Thunder-like percussion of thy sounds Thou mad'st thine enemies shake as if the World Were Feauorous and did tremble Enter Martius bleeding assaulted by the Enemy 1. Sol. Looke Sir Lar. O 't is Martius Let 's fetch him off or make remaine alike They fight and all enter the City Enter certaine Romanes with spoiles 1. Rom. This will I carry to Rome 2. Rom. And I this 3. Rom. A Murrain on 't I tooke this for Siluer exeunt Alarum continues still a-farre off Enter Martius and Titus with a Trumpet Mar. See heere these mouers that do prize their hours At a crack'd Drachme Cushions Leaden Spoones Irons of a Doit Dublets that Hangmen would Bury with those that wore them These base slaues Ere yet the fight be done packe vp downe with them And harke what noyse the Generall makes To him There is the man of my soules hate Auffidious Piercing our Romanes Then Valiant Titus take Conuenient Numbers to make good the City Whil'st I with those that haue the spirit wil haste To helpe Cominius Lar. Worthy Sir thou bleed'st Thy exercise hath bin too violent For a second course of Fight Mar. Sir praise me not My worke hath yet not warm'd me Fare you well The blood I drop is rather Physicall Then dangerous to me To Auffidious thus I will appear and fight Lar. Now the faire Goddesse Fortune Fall deepe in loue with thee and her great charmes Misguide thy Opposers swords Bold Gentleman Prosperity be thy Page Mar. Thy Friend no lesse Then those she placeth highest So farewell Lar. Thou worthiest Martius Go sound thy Trumpet in the Market place Call thither all the Officers a' th' Towne Where they shall know our minde
this cause Oh Mother Wife Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy thy Honor At difference in thee Out of that I le worke My selfe a former Fortune Corio I by and by But we will drinke together And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words which we On like conditions will haue Counter-seal'd Come enter with vs Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you All the Swords In Italy and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace Exeunt Enter Menenius and Sicinius Mene. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol you â— corner stone Sicin Why what of that Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger there is some hope the Ladies of Rome especially his Mother may preuaile with him But I say there is no hope in 't our throats are sentenc'd and stay vppon execution Sicin Is' t possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man Mene. There is differency between a Grub a Butterfly yet your Butterfly was a Grub this Martius 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 horse The rarenesse of his face sowres ripe Grapes When he walks he moues like an Engine and the ground shrinkes before his Treading He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye Talkes like a knell and his hum is a Battery He sits in his State as a thing made for Alexander What he bids bee done is finisht with his bidding He wants nothing of a God but Eternity and a Heauen to Throne in Sicin Yes mercy if you report him truly Mene. I paint him in the Character Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him then there is milke in a male-Tyger that shall our poore City finde and all this is long of you Sicin The Gods be good vnto vs. Mene. No in such a case the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we banish'd him we respected not them and he returning to breake our necks they respect not vs. Enter a Messenger Mes Sir if you 'ld saue your life flye to your House The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune And hale him vp and downe all swearing if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They 'l giue him death by Inches Enter another Messenger Sicin What 's the Newes Mess Good Newes good newes the Ladies haue preuayl'd The Volcians are dislodg'd and Martius gone A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome No not th' expulsion of the Tarquins Sicin Friend art thou certaine this is true Is' t most certaine Mes 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 so hurried the blowne Tide As the recomforted through th' gates Why harke you Trumpets Hoboyes Drums beate altogether The Trumpets Sack-buts Psalteries and Fifes Tabors and Symboles and the showting Romans Make the Sunne dance Hearke you A shout within Mene. This is good Newes I will go meete the Ladies This Volumnia Is worth of Consuls Senators Patricians A City full Of Tribunes such as you A Sea and Land full you haue pray'd well to day This Morning for ten thousand of your throates I 'de not haue giuen a doit Harke how they ioy Sound still with the Shouts Sicin First the Gods blesse you for your tydings Next accept my thankefulnesse Mess Sir we haue all great cause to giue great thanks Sicin They are neere the City Mes Almost at point to enter Sicin Wee 'l meet them and helpe the ioy Exeunt Enter two Senators with Ladies passing ouer the Stage with other Lords Sena Behold our Patronnesse the life of Rome Call all your Tribes together praise the Gods And make triumphant fires strew Flowers before them Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius Repeale him with the welcome of his Mother Cry welcome Ladies welcome All. Welcome Ladies welcome A Flourish with Drummes Trumpets Enter Tullus Auffidius with 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 Euen in theirs and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it Him I accuse The City Ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appeare before the People hoping To purge himselfe with words Dispatch Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction Most Welcome 1. Con. How is it with our Generall Auf. Euen so as with a man by his owne Almes impoyson'd and with his Charity slaine 2. Con. Most Noble Sir If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties Wee 'l deliuer you Of your great danger Auf. Sir I cannot tell We must proceed as we do finde the People 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine whil'st 'Twixt you there 's difference but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all Auf. I know it And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction I rais'd him and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth who being so heighten'd He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery Seducing so my Friends and to this end He bow'd his Nature neuer knowne before But to be rough vnswayable and free 3. Consp Sir his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull which he lost By lacke of stooping Auf. That I would haue spoke of Being banish'd for 't he came vnto my Harth Presented to my knife his Throat I tooke him Made him ioynt-seruant with me Gaue him way In all his owne desires Nay let him choose Out of my Files his proiects to accomplish My best and freshest men seru'd his designements In mine owne person holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his and tooke some pride To do my selfe this wrong Till at the last I seem'd his Follower not Partner and He wadg'd me with his Countenance as if I had bin Mercenary 1. Con. So he did my Lord The Army marueyl'd at it and in the last When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile then Glory Auf. There was it For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him At a few drops of Womens rhewme which are As cheape as Lies he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action therefore shall he dye And I le renew me in his fall But hearke Drummes and Trumpets sounds with great showts of the people 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste And had no welcomes home but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse 2. Con. And patient Fooles Whose children he hath slaine their base throats teare With giuing him glory 3. Con. Therefore at your vantage Ere he expresse himselfe or moue the people With what he would say let him feele your Sword Which we will second when he lies along After
King Two of thy whelpes fell Curs of bloody kind Haue heere bereft my brother of his life Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them Tamo What are they in this pit Oh wondrous thing How easily murder is discouered Tit. High Emperour vpon my feeble knee I beg this boone with teares not lightly shed That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes Accursed if the faults be prou'd in them King If it be prou'd you see it is apparant Who found this Letter Tamora was it you Tamora Andronicus himselfe did take it vp Tit. I did my Lord Yet let me be their baile For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow They shall be ready at your Highnes will To answere their suspition with their liues King Thou shalt not baile them see thou follow me Some bring the murthered body some the murtherers Let them not speake a word the guilt is plaine For by my soule were there worse end then death That end vpon them should be executed Tamo Andronicus I will entreat the King Feare not thy Sonnes they shall do well enough Tit. Come Lucius come Stay not to talke with them Exeunt Enter the Empresse Sonnes with Lauinia her hands cut off and her tongue cut out and rauisht Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake Who t' was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee Chi. Write downe thy mind bewray thy meaning so And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe Dem. See how with signes and tokens she can scowle Chi. Goe home Call for sweet water wash thy hands Dem. She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wash And so let 's leaue her to her silent walkes Chi. And t' were my cause I should goe hang my selfe Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord Exeunt Winde Hornes Enter Marcus from hunting to Lauinia Who is this my Neece that flies away so fast Cosen a word where is your husband If I do dreame would all my wealth would wake me If I doe wake some Planet strike me downe That I may slumber in eternall sleepe Speake gentle Neece what sterne vngentle hands Hath lopt and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments Whose circkling shadowes Kings haue sought to sleep in And might not gaine so great a happines As halfe thy Loue Why doost not speake to me Alas a Crimson riuer of warme blood Like to a bubling fountaine stir'd with winde Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips Comming and going with thy hony breath But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee And least thou should'st detect them cut thy tongue Ah now thou turn'st away thy face for shame And notwithstanding all this losse of blood As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud Shall I speake for thee shall I say 't is so Oh that I knew thy hart and knew the beast That I might raile at him to ease my mind Sorrow concealed like an Ouen stopt Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is Faire Philomela she but lost her tongue And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde But louely Neece that meane is cut from thee A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could haue better sowed then Philomel Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute And make the silken strings delight to kisse them He would not then haue toucht them for his life Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony Which that sweet tongue hath made He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete Come let vs goe and make thy father blinde For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye One houres storme 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 ease thy misery Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound passing on the Stage to the place of execution and Titus going before pleading Ti. Heare me graue fathers noble Tribunes stay For pitty of mine age whose youth was spent In dangerous warres whilst you securely slept For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht And for these bitter teares which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes Whose soules is not corrupted as 't is thought For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept Because they died in honours lofty bed Andronicus lyeth downe and the Iudges passe by him For these Tribunes in the dust I write My harts deepe languor and my soules sad teares Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite My sonnes sweet blood will make it shame and blush O earth I will be friend thee more with raine Exeunt That shall distill from these two ancient ruines Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres In summers drought I le drop vpon thee still In Winter with warme teares I le melt the snow And keepe erernall spring time on thy face So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood Enter Lucius with his weapon drawne Oh reuerent Tribunes oh gentle aged men Vnbinde my sonnes reuerse the doome of death And let me say 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 sorrowes to a stone 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 speake Ti. Why 't is 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 sorrowes bootles to the stones Who though they cannot answere my distresse Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes For that they will not intercept my tale When I doe weepe they humbly at my feete Receiue my teares and seeme to weepe with me And were they but attired in graue weedes Rome could afford no Tribune like to these A stone is as soft waxe Tribunes more hard then stones A stone is silent and offendeth not And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawne Lu. To rescue my two brothers from their death For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st My euerlasting doome of banishment Ti. O happy man they haue befriended thee Why foolish Lucius dost thou not perceiue That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers Tigers must pray and Rome affords no prey But me and and mine how happy art thou then From these deuourers to be banished But who comes with our brother Marcus
thy old limping Sire With it beate out his Braines Piety and Feare Religion to the Gods Peace Iustice Truth Domesticke awe Night-rest and Neighbour-hood Instruction Manners Mysteries and Trades Degrees Obseruances Customes and Lawes Decline to your confounding contraries And yet Confusion liue Plagues incident to men Your potent and infectious Feauors heape On Athens ripe for stroke Thou cold Sciatica Cripple our Senators that their limbes may halt As lamely as their Manners Lust and Libertie Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth That ' gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue And drowne themselues in Riot Itches Blaines So we all th' Athenian bosomes and their crop Be generall Leprosie Breath infect breath That their Society as their Friendship may Be meerely poyson Nothing I le beare from thee But nakednesse thou detestable Towne Take thou that too with multiplying Bannes Timon will to the Woods where he shall finde Th' vnkindest Beast 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 1 Heare you M. Steward where 's our Master Are we vndone cast off nothing remaining Stew. Alack my Fellowes what should I say to you Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods I am as poore as you 1 Such a House broke So Noble a Master falne all gone and not One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme And go along with him 2 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 false vowes with him Like empty purses pickt and his poore selfe A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre With his disease of all shunn'd pouerty Walkes like contempt alone More of our Fellowes Enter other Seruants Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house 3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery That see I by our Faces we are Fellowes still Seruing alike in sorrow Leak'd is our Barke And we poore Mates stand on the dying Decke Hearing the Surges threat we must all part Into this Sea of Ayre Stew. Good Fellowes all The latest of my wealth I le share among'st you Where euer we shall meete for Timons sake Let 's yet be Fellowes Let 's shake our heads and say As 't were a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes We haue seene better dayes Let each take some Nay put out all your hands Not one word more Thus part we rich in sorrow parting poore Embrace and part seuerall wayes Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt Who would be so mock'd with Glory or to liue But in a Dreame of Friendship To haue his pompe and all what state compounds But onely painted like his varnisht Friends Poore honest Lord brought lowe by his owne heart Vndone by Goodnesse Strange vnvsuall blood When mans worst sinne is He do's too much Good Who then dares to be halfe so kinde agen For Bounty that makes Gods do still marre Men. My deerest Lord blest to be most accurst Rich onely to be wretched thy great Fortunes Are made thy cheefe Afflictions Alas kinde Lord Hee 's flung in Rage from this ingratefull Seate Of monstrous Friends Nor ha's he with him to supply his life Or that which can command it I le follow and enquire him out I le euer serue his minde with my best will Whilst I haue Gold I le be his Steward still Exit Enter Timon in the woods Tim. O blessed breeding Sun draw from the earth Rotten humidity below thy Sisters Orbe Infect the ayre Twin'd Brothers of one wombe Whose procreation residence and birth Scarse is diuidant touch them with seuerall fortunes The greater scornes the lesser Not Nature To whom all sores lay siege can beare great Fortune But by contempt of Nature Raise me this Begger and deny 't that Lord The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary The Begger Natiue Honor. It is the Pastour Lards the Brothers sides The want that makes him leaue who dares who dares In puritie of Manhood stand vpright And say this mans a Flatterer If one be So are they all for euerie grize of Fortune Is smooth'd by that below The Learned pate Duckes to the Golden Foole. All 's obliquie There 's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures But direct villanie Therefore be abhorr'd All Feasts Societies and Throngs of men His semblable yea himselfe Timon disdaines Destruction phang mankinde Earth yeeld me Rootes Who seekes for better of thee sawce his pallate With thy most operant Poyson What is heere Gold Yellow glittering precious Gold No Gods I am no idle Votarist Roots you cleere Heauens Thus much of this will make Blacke white fowle faire wrong right Base Noble Old young Coward valiant Ha you Gods why this what this you Gods why this Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads This yellow Slaue Will knit and breake Religions blesse th' accurst Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd place Theeues 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-house and vlcerous sores Would cast the gorge at This Embalmes and Spices To ' th' Aprill day againe Come damn'd Earth Thou common whore of Mankinde that puttes oddes Among the rout of Nations I will make thee Do thy right Nature March afarre off Ha A Drumme Th' art quicke But yet I le bury thee Thou't go strong Theefe When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand Nay stay thou out for earnest Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner and Phrynia and Timandra Alc. What art thou there speake Tim. A Beast as thou art The Canker gnaw thy hart For shewing me againe the eyes of Man Alc. What is thy name Is man so hatefull to thee That art thy selfe a Man Tim. I am Misantropos and hate Mankinde For thy part I do wish thou wert a dogge That I might loue thee something Alc. I know thee well But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd and strange Tim. I know thee too and more then that I know thee I not desire to know Follow thy Drumme With mans blood paint the ground Gules Gules Religious Cannons ciuill Lawes are cruell Then what should warre be This fell whore of thine Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword For all her Cherubin looke Phrin Thy lips rot off Tim. I will not kisse thee then the rot returnes To thine owne lippes againe Alc. How came the Noble Timon 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 Alc. Noble Timon what friendship may I do thee Tim. None but to
art aliue I swoond to see thee Ape Would thou would'st burst Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue I am sorry I shall lose a stone by thee Ape Beast Tim. Slaue Ape Toad Tim. Rogue Rogue Rogue I am sicke of this false world and will loue nought But euen the meere necessities vpon 't Then Timon presently prepare thy graue Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate Thy graue stone dayly make thine Epitaph That death in me at others liues may laugh O thou sweete King-killer and deare diuorce Twixt naturall Sunne and fire thou bright defilet of Himens purest bed thou valiant Mars Thou euer yong fresh loued and delicate wooer Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow That lyes on Dians lap Thou visible God That souldrest close Impossibilities And mak'st them kisse that speak'st with euerie Tongue To euerie purpose O thou touch of hearts Thinke thy slaue-man rebels and by thy vertue Set them into confounding oddes that Beasts May haue the world in Empire Ape Would 't were so But not till I am dead I le say th' hast Gold Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly Tim. Throng'd too Ape I. Tim. Thy backe I prythee Ape Liue and loue thy misery Tim. Long liue so and so dye I am quit Ape Mo things like men Eate Timon and abhorre then Exit Apeman Enter the Bandetti 1 Where should he haue this Gold It is some poore Fragment some slender Ort of his remainder the meere want of Gold and the falling from of his Friendes droue him into this Melancholly 2 It is nois'd He hath a masse of Treasure 3 Let vs make the assay vpon him if he care not for 't he will supply vs easily if he couetously reserue it how shall 's get it 2 True for he beares it not about him 'T is hid 1 Is not this hee All. Where 2 'T is his description 3 He I know him All. Saue thee Timon Tim. Now Theeues All. Soldiers not Theeues Tim. Both too and womens Sonnes All. We are not Theeues but men That much do want Tim. Your greatest want is you want much of meat Why should you want Behold the Earth hath Rootes Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs The Oakes beare Mast the Briars Scarlet Heps The bounteous Huswife Nature on each bush Layes her full Messe before you Want why Want 1 We cannot liue on Grasse on Berries Water As Beasts and Birds and Fishes Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues the Birds Fishes You must eate men Yet thankes I must you con That you are Theeues profest that you worke not In holier shapes For there is boundlesse Theft In limited Professions Rascall Theeues Heere 's Gold Go sucke the subtle blood o' th' Grape Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth And so scape hanging Trust not the Physitian His Antidotes are poyson and he slayes Moe then you Rob Take wealth and liues together Do Villaine do since you protest to doo 't Like Workemen I le example you with Theeuery The Sunnes a Theefe and with his great attraction Robbes the vaste Sea The Moones an arrant Theefe And her pale fire she snatches from the Sunne The Seaâ— a Theefe whose liquid Surge resolues The Moone into Salt teares The Earth's a Theefe That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne From gen'rall excrement each thing 's a Theefe The Lawes your curbe and whip in their rough power Ha's vncheck'd Theft Loue not your selues away Rob one another there 's more Gold cut throates All that you meete are Theeues to Athens go Breake open shoppes nothing can you steale But Theeues do loose it steale lesse for this I giue you And Gold confound you howsoere Amen 3 Has almost charm'd me from my Profession by perswading me to it 1 'T is in the malice of mankinde that he thus aduises vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery 2 I le beleeue him as an Enemy And giue ouer my Trade 1 Let vs first see peace in Athens there is no time so miserable but a man may be true Exit Theeues Enter the Steward to Timon Stew. Oh you Gods Is yon'd despis'd and ruinous man my Lord Full of decay and fayling Oh Monument And wonder of good deeds euilly bestow'd What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made What vilder thing vpon the earth then Friends Who can bring Noblest mindes to basest ends How rarely does it meete with this times guise When man was wisht to loue his Enemies Grant I may euer loue and rather woo Those that would mischeefe me then those that doo Has caught me in his eye I will present my honest griefe vnto him and as my Lord still serue him with my life My deerest Master Tim. Away what art thou Stew. Haue you forgot me Sir Tim. Why dost aske that I haue forgot all men Then if thou grunt'st th' art a man I haue forgot thee Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours Tim. Then I know thee not I neuer had honest man about me I all I kept were Knaues to serue in meate to Villaines Stew. The Gods are witnesse Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe For his vndone Lord then mine eyes for you Tim. What dost thou weepe Come neerer then I loue thee Because thou art a woman and disclaim'st Flinty mankinde whose eyes do neuer giue But thorow Lust and Laughter pittie 's sleeping Strange times y t weepe with laughing not with weeping Stew. I begge of you to know me good my Lord T' accept my greefe and whil'st this poore wealth lasts To entertaine me as your Steward still Tim. Had I a Steward So true so iust and now so comfortable It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde Let me behold thy face Surely this man Was borne of woman Forgiue my generall and exceptlesse rashnesse You perpetuall sober Gods I do proclaime One honest man Mistake me not but one No more I pray and hee 's a Steward How faine would I haue hated all mankinde And thou redeem'st thy selfe But all saue thee I fell with Curses Me thinkes thou art more honest now then wise For by oppressing and betraying mee Thou might'st haue sooner got another Seruice For many so arriue at second Masters Vpon their first Lords necke But tell me true For I must euer doubt though ne're so sure Is not thy kindnesse subtle couetous If not a Vsuring kindnesse and as rich men deale Guifts Expecting in returne twenty for one Stew. No my most worthy Master in whose brest Doubt and suspect alas are plac'd too late You should haue fear'd false times when you did Feast Suspect still comes where an estate is least That which I shew Heauen knowes is meerely Loue Dutie and Zeale to your vnmatched minde Care of your Food and Liuing and beleeue it My most Honour'd Lord For any benefit that points to mee Either in hope or present I 'de exchange For this one wish that you had power and wealth To requite me by making rich your selfe Tim. Looke
in the names of all the Gods at once Vpon what meate doth this our Caesar feede That he is growne so great Age thou art sham'd Rome thou hast lost the breed of Noble Bloods When went there by an Age since the great Flood But it was fam'd with more then with one man When could they say till now that talk'd of Rome That her wide Walkes incompast but one man Now is it Rome indeed and Roome enough When there is in it but one onely man O! you and I haue heard our Fathers say There was a Brutus once that would haue brook'd Th' eternall Diuell to keepe his State in Rome As easily as a King Bru. That you do loue me I am nothing iealous What you would worke me too I haue some ayme How I haue thought of this and of these times I shall recount heereafter For this present I would not so with loue I might intreat you Be any further moou'd What you haue said I will consider what you haue to say I will with patience heare and finde a time Both meete to heare and answer such high things Till then my Noble Friend chew vpon this Brutus had rather be a Villager Then to repute himselfe a Sonne of Rome Vnder these hard Conditions as this time Is like to lay vpon vs. Cassi I am glad that my weake words Haue strucke but thus much shew of fire from Brutus Enter Caesar and his Traine Bru. The Games are done And Caesar is returning Cassi As they passe by Plucke Caska by the Sleeue And he will after his sowre fashion tell you What hath proceeded worthy note to day Bru. I will do so but looke you Cassius The angry spot doth glow on Caesars brow And all the rest looke like a chiâ—den Traine Calphurniâ— Cheekâ— is pale and Cicero Lookes with such â—erâ— and such fiery eyes As we haue seene him in the Capitoll Being crost in Conference by some Senators Cassi Caska will tell vs what the matter is Caes Antonio Ant. Caesar Caes Let me haue men about me that are fat Sleeke-headed men and such as sleepe a-nights Yond Cassius has a leane and hungry looke He thinkes too much such men are dangerous Ant. Feare him not Caesar he 's not dangerous He is a Noble Roman and well giuen Caes Would he were fatter But I feare him not Yet if my name were lyable to feare I do not know the man I should auoyd So soone as that spare Cassius He reades much He is a great Obseruer and he lookes Quite through the Deeds of men He loues no Playes As thou dost Antony he heares no Musicke Seldome he smiles and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himselfe and scorn'd his spirit That could be mou'd to smile at any thing Such men as he be neuer at hearts ease Whiles they behold a greater then themselues And therefore are they very dangerous I rather tell thee what is to be fear'd Then what I feare for alwayes I am Caesar Come on my right hand for this eare is deafe And tell me truely what thou think'st of him Sennit Exeunt Caesar and his Traine Cask You pul'd me by the cloake would you speake with me Bru. I Caska tell vs what hath chanc'd to day That Caesar lookes so sad Cask Why you were with him were you not Bru. I should not then aske Caska what had chanc'd Cask 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 shouting Bru. What was the second noyse for Cask Why for that too Cassi They shouted thrice what was the last cry for Cask Why for that too Bru. Was the Crowne offer'd him thrice Cask I marry was 't and hee put it by thrice euerie time gentler then other and at euery putting by mine honest Neighbors showted Cassi Who offer'd him the Crowne Cask Why Antony Bru. Tell vs the manner of it gentle Caska Caska I can as well bee hang'd as tell the manner of it It was meere Foolerie I did not marke it I sawe Marke Antony offer him a Crowne yet 't was not a Crowne neyther 't was one of these Coronets and as I told you hee put it by once but for all that to my thinking he would faine haue had it Then hee offered it to him againe then hee put it by againe but to my thinking 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 still as hee refus'd it the rabblement howted and clapp'd their chopt hands and threw vppe their sweatie Night-cappes and vttered such a deale of stinking breath because Caesar refus'd the Crowne that it had almost choaked Caesar for hee swoonded and fell downe at it And for mine owne part I durst not laugh for feare of opening my Lippes and receyuing the bad Ayre Cassi But soft I pray you what did Caesar swound Cask He fell downe in the Market-place and foam'd at mouth and was speechlesse Brut. 'T is very like he hath the Falling sicknesse Cassi No Caesar hath it not but you and I And honest Caska we haue the Falling sicknesse Cask I know not what you meane by that but I am sure Caesar fell downe If the tag-ragge people did not clap him and hisse him according as he pleas'd and displeas'd them as they vse to doe the Players in the Theatre I am no true man Brut. What said he when he came vnto himselfe Cask 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 I would not haue taken him at a word I would I might goe to Hell among the Rogues and so hee fell When he came to himselfe againe hee said If hee had done or said any thing amisse he desir'd their Worships to thinke it was his infirmitie Three or foure Wenches where I stood cryed Alasse good Soule and forgaue him with all their hearts But there 's no heed to be taken of them if Caesar had stab'd their Mothers they would haue done no lesse Brut. And after that he came thus sad away Cask I. Cassi Did Cicero say any thing Cask I he spoke Greeke Cassi To what effect Cask Nay and I tell you that I le ne're looke you i' th' face againe But those that vnderstood him smil'd at one another and shooke their heads but for mine owne part it was Greeke to me I could tell you more newes too Murrellus and Flauius for pulling Scarffes off Caesars Images are put to silence Fare you well There was more Foolerie yet if I could remember it Cassi Will you suppe with me to Night Caska Cask No I am promis'd forth Cassi Will you Dine with me to morrow Cask I if I be aliue and your minde hold and your Dinner worth the eating
not come That is enough to satisfie the Senate But for your priuate satisfaction Because I loue you I will let you know Calphurnia heere my wife stayes me at home She dreampt to night she saw my Statue Which like a Fountaine with an hundred spouts Did run pure blood and many lusty Romans Came smiling did bathe their hands in it And these does she apply for warnings and portents And euils imminent and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home to day Deci. This Dreame is all amisse interpreted It was a vision faire and fortunate Your Statue spouting blood in many pipes In which so many smiling Romans bath'd Signifies that from you great Rome shall sucke Reuiuing blood and that great men shall presse For Tinctures Staines Reliques and Cognisance This by Calphurnia's Dreame is signified Caes And this way haue you well expounded it Deci. I haue when you haue heard what I can say And know it now the Senate haue concluded To giue this day a Crowne to mighty Caesar If you shall send them word you will not come Their mindes may change Besides it were a mocke Apt to be render'd for some one to say Breake vp the Senate till another time When Caesars wife shall meete with better Dreames If Caesar hide himselfe shall they not whisper Loe Caesar is affraid Pardon me Caesar for my deere deere loue To your proceeding bids me tell you this And reason to my loue is liable Caes How foolish do your fears seeme now Calphurnia I am ashamed I did yeeld to them Giue me my Robe for I will go Enter Brutus Ligarius Metellus Caska Trebonius Cynna and Publius And looke where Publius is come to fetch me Pub. Good morrow Caesar Caes Welcome Publius What Brutus are you stirr'd so earely too Good morrow Caska Caius Ligarius Caesar was ne're so much your enemy As that same Ague which hath made you leane What is' t a Clocke Bru. Caesar 't is strucken eight Caes I thanke you for your paines and curtesie Enter Antony See Antony that Reuels long a-nights Is notwithstanding vp Good morrow Antony Ant. So to most Noble Caesar Caes Bid them prepare within I am too blame to be thus waited for Now Cynna now Metellus what Trebonius I haue an houres talke in store for you Remember that you call on me to day Be neere me that I may remember you Treb. Caesar I will and so neere will I be That your best Friends shall wish I had beene further Caes Good Friends go in and taste some wine with me And we like Friends will straight way go together Bru. That euery like is not the same O Caesar The heart of Brutus earnes to thinke vpon Exeunt Enter Artemidorus Caesar beware of Brutus take heede of Cassius come not neere Caska haue an eye to Cynna trust not Trebonius marke well Metellus Cymber Decius Brutus loues thee not Thou hast wrong'd Caius Ligarius There is but one minde in all these men and it is bent against Caesar If thou beest not Immortall looke about you Security giues way to Conspiracie The mighty Gods defend thee Thy Louer Artemidorus Heere will I stand till Caesar passe along And as a Sutor will I giue him this My heart laments that Vertue cannot liue Out of the teeth of Emulation If thou reade this O Caesar thou mayest liue If not the Fates with Traitors do contriue Exit Enter Portia and Lucius Por. I prythee Boy run to the Senate-house Stay not to answer me but get thee gone Why doest thou stay Luc. To know my errand Madam Por. I would haue had thee there and heere agen Ere I can tell thee what thou should'st do there O Constancie be strong vpon my side Set a huge Mountaine 'tweene my Heart and Tongue I haue a mans minde but a womans might How hard it is for women to keepe counsell Art thou heere yet Luc. Madam what should I do Run to the Capitoll and nothing else And so returne to you and nothing else Por. Yes bring me word Boy if thy Lord look well For he went sickly forth and take good note What Caesar doth what Sutors presse to him Hearke Boy what noyse is that Luc. I heare none Madam Por. Prythee listen well I heard a bussling Rumor like a Fray And the winde brings it from the Capitoll Luc. Sooth Madam I heare nothing Enter the Soothsayer Por. Come hither Fellow which way hast thou bin Sooth. At mine owne house good Lady Por. What is' t a clocke Sooth. About the ninth houre Lady Por. Is Caesar yet gone to the Capitoll Sooth. Madam not yet I go to take my stand To see him passe on to the Capitoll Por. Thou hast some suite to Caesar hast thou not Sooth. That I haue Lady if it will please Caesar To bâ— so good to Caesar as to heare me I shall beseech him to befriend himselfe Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended towards him Sooth. None that I know will be Much that I feare may chance Good morrow to you heere the street is narrow The throng that followes Caesar at the heeles Of Senators of Praetors common Sutors Will crowd a feeble man almost to death I le get me to a place more voyd and there Speake to great Caesar as he comes along Exit Por. I must go in Aye me How weake a thing The heart of woman is O Brutus The Heauens speede thee in thine enterprize Sure the Boy heard me Brutus hath a suite That Caesar will not grant O I grow faint Run Lucius and commend me to my Lord Say I am merry Come to me againe And bring me word what he doth say to thee Exeunt Actus Tertius Flourish Enter Caesar Brutus Cassius Caska Decius Metellus Trebonius Cynna Antony Lepidus Artimedorus Publins and the Soothsayer Caes The Ides of March are come Sooth. I Caesar but not gone Art Haile Caesar Read this Scedule Deci. Trebonius doth desire you to ore-read At your best leysure this his humble suite Art O Caesar reade mine first for mine 's a suite That touches Caesar neerer Read it great Caesar Caes What touches vs our selfe shall be last seru'd Art Delay not Caesar read it instantly Caes What is the fellow mad Pub. Sirra giue place Cassi What vrge you your Petitions in the street Come to the Capitoll Popil I wish your enterprize to day may thriue Cassi What enterprize Popillius Popil Fare you well Bru. What said Popillius Lena Cassi He wisht to day our enterprize might thriue I feare our purpose is discouered Bru. Looke how he makes to Caesar marke him Cassi Caska be sodaine for we feare preuention Brutus what shall be done If this be knowne Cassius or Caesar neuer shall turne backe For I will slay my selfe Bru. Cassius be constant Popillius Lena speakes not of our purposes For looke he smiles and Caesar doth not change Cassi Trebonius knowes his time for look you Brutus He drawes Mark Antony out of the way Deci. Where is
you Gods how deerely Caesar lou'd him This was the most vnkindest cut of all For when the Noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong then Traitors armes Quite vanquish'd him then burst his Mighty heart And in his Mantle muffling vp his face Euen at the Base of Pompeyes Statue Which all the while ran blood great Caesar fell O what a fall was there my Countrymen Then I and you and all of vs fell downe Whil'st bloody Treason flourish'd ouer vs. O now you weepe and I perceiue you feele The dint of pitty These are gracious droppes Kinde Soules what weepe you when you but behold Our Caesars Vesture wounded Looke you heere Heere is Himselfe marr'd as you see with Traitors 1. O pitteous spectacle 2. O Noble Caesar 3. O wofull day 4. O Traitors Villaines 1. O most bloody sight 2. We will be reueng'd Reuenge About seeke burne fire kill slay Let not a Traitor liue 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 Ant. Good Friends sweet Friends let me not stirre you vp To such a sodaine Flood of Mutiny They that haue done this Deede are honourable What priuate greefes they haue alas I know not That made them do it They are Wise and Honourable And will no doubt with Reasons answer you I come not Friends to steale 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 speake of him For I haue neyther writ nor words nor worth Action nor Vtterance nor the power of Speech To stirre mens Blood I onely speake right on I tell you that which you your selues do know Shew you sweet Caesars wounds poor poor dum mouths And bid them speake for me But were I Brutus And Brutus Antony there were an Antony Would ruffle vp your Spirits and put a Tongue In euery Wound of Caesar that should moue The stones of Rome to rise and Mutiny All. Wee 'l Mutiny 1 Wee 'l burne the house of Brutus 3 Away then come seeke the Conspirators Ant. Yet heare me Countrymen yet heare me speake All. Peace hoe heare Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Why Friends you go to do you know not what Wherein hath Caesar thus deseru'd your loues Alas you know not I must tell you then You haue forgot the Will I told you of All. Most true the Will let 's stay and heare the Wil. Ant. Heere is the Will and vnder Caesars Seale To euery Roman Citizen he giues To euery seuerall man seuenty fiue Drachmaes 2 Ple. Most Noble Caesar wee 'l reuenge his death 3 Ple. O Royall Caesar Ant. Heare me with patience All. Peace hoe Ant. Moreouer he hath left you all his Walkes His priuate Arbors and new-planted Orchards On this side Tyber he hath left them you And to your heyres for euer common pleasures To walke abroad and recreate your selues Heere was a Caesar when comes such another 1. Ple. Neuer neuer come away away Wee 'l burne his body in the holy place And with the Brands fire the Traitors houses Take vp the body 2. Ple. Go fetch fire 3. Ple. Plucke downe Benches 4. Ple. Plucke downe Formes Windowes any thing Exit Plebeians Ant. Now let it worke Mischeefe thou art a-foot Take thou what course thou wilt How now Fellow Enter Seruant Ser. Sir Octauius is already come to Rome Ant. Where is hee Ser. He and Lepidus are at Caesars house Ant. And thither will I straight to visit him He comes vpon a wish Fortune is merry And in this mood will giue vs any thing Ser. I heard him say Brutus and Cassius Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people How I had moued them Bring me to Octauius Exeunt Enter Cinna the Poet and after him the Plebeians Cinna I dreamt to night that I did feast with Caesar And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie I haue no will to wander foorth of doores Yet something leads me foorth 1. What is your name 2. Whether are you going 3. Where do you dwell 4. Are you a married man or a Batchellor 2. Answer euery man directly 1. I and breefely 4. I and wisely 3. I and truly you were best Cin. What is my name Whether am I going Where do I dwell Am I a married man or a Batchellour Then to answer euery man directly and breefely wisely and truly wisely I say I am a Batchellor 2 That 's as much as to say they are fooles that marrie you 'l beare me a bang for that I feare proceede directly Cinna Directly I am going to Caesars Funerall 1. As a Friend or an Enemy Cinna As a friend 2. That matter is answered directly 4. For your dwelling breefely Cinna Breefely I dwell by the Capitoll 3. Your name sir truly Cinna Truly my name is Cinna 1. Teare him to peeces hee 's a Conspirator Cinna I am Cinna the Poet I am Cinna the Poet. 4. Teare him for his bad verses teare him for his bad Verses Cin. I am not Cinna the Conspirator 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 Brutus to Cassius burne all Some to Decius House and some to Caska's some to Ligarius Away go Exeunt all that Plebeians Actus Quartus Enter Antony Octauius and Lepidus Ant. These many then shall die their names are prickt Octa. Your Brother too must dye consent you Lepidus Lep. I do consent Octa. Pricke him downe Antony Lep. Vpon condition Publius shall not liue Who is your Sisters sonne Marke Antony Ant. He shall not liue looke with a spot I dam him But Lepidus go you to Caesars house Fetch the Will hither and we shall determine How to cut off some charge in Legacies Lep. What shall I finde you heere Octa. Or heere or at the Capitoll Exit Lepidus Ant. This is a slight vnmeritable man Meet to be sent on Errands is it fit The three-fold World diuided he should stand One of the three to share it Octa. So you thought him And tooke his voyce who should be prickt to dye In our blacke Sentence and Proscription Ant. Octauius I haue seene more dayes then you And though we lay these Honours on this man To ease our selues of diuers sland'rous loads He shall but beare them as the Asse beares Gold To groane and swet vnder the Businesse Either led or driuen as we point the way And hauing brought our Treasure where we will Then take we downe his Load and turne him off Like to the empty Asse to shake his eares And graze in Commons Octa. You may do your will But hee 's a tried and valiant Souldier Ant. So is my Horse Octauius and for that I do appoint him store of Prouender It is a Creature that
Trecherie Flye good Fleans flye flye flye Thou may'st reuenge O Slaue 3. Who did strike out the Light 1. Was 't not the way 3. There 's but one downe the Sonne is fled 2. We haue lost Best halfe of our Affaire 1. Well let 's away and say how much is done Exeunt Scaena Quarta Banquet prepar'd Enter Macbeth Lady Rosse Lenox Lords and Attendants Macb. You know your owne degrees sit downe At first and last the hearty welcome Lords Thankes to your Maiesty Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society And play the humble Host Our Hostesse keepes her State but in best time We will require her welcome La. Pronounce it for me Sir to all our Friends For my heart speakes they are welcome Enter first Murtherer Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks Both sides are euen heere I le sit i' th' mid'st Be large in mirth anon wee 'l drinke a Measure The Table round There 's blood vpon thy face Mur. 'T is Banquo's then Macb. 'T is better thee without then he within Is he dispatch'd Mur. My Lord his throat is cut that I did for him Mac. Thou art the best o' th' Cut-throats Yet hee 's good that did the like for Fleans If thou did'st it thou art the Non-pareill Mur. Most Royall Sir Fleans is scap'd Macb. Then comes my Fit againe I had else beene perfect Whole as the Marble founded as the Rocke As broad and generall as the casing Ayre But now I am cabin'd crib'd confin'd bound in To sawcy doubts and feares But Banquo's safe Mur. I my good Lord safe in a ditch he bides With twenty trenched gashes on his head The least a Death to Nature Macb. 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' present Get thee gone to morrow Wee 'l heare our selues againe Exit Murderer Lady My Royall Lord You do not giue the Cheere the Feast is sold That is not often vouch'd while 't is a making 'T is giuen with welcome to feede were best at home From thence the sawce to meate is Ceremony Meeting were bare without it Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeths place Macb. Sweet Remembrancer Now good digestion waite on Appetite And health on both Lenox May 't please your Highnesse sit Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor roof'd Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present Who may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse Then pitty for Mischance Rosse His absence Sir Layes blame vpon his promise Pleas't your Highnesse To grace vs with your Royall Company Macb. The Table 's full Lenox Heere is a place reseru'd Sir Macb. Where Lenox Heere my good Lord. What is' t that moues your Highnesse Macb. Which of you haue done this Lords What my good Lord Macb. Thou canst not say I did it neuer shake Thy goary lockes at me Rosse Gentlemen rise his Highnesse 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 shall offend him and extend his Passion Feed and regard him not Are you a man Macb. I and a bold one that dare looke on that Which might appall the Diuell La. O proper stuffe This is the very painting of your feare This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said Led you to Duncan O these flawes and starts Impostors to true feare would well become A womans story at a Winters fire Authoriz'd by her Grandam shame it selfe Why do you make such faces When all 's done You looke but on a stoole Macb Prythee see there Behold looke loe how say you Why what care I if thou canst nod speake too If Charnell houses and our Graues must send Those that we bury backe our Monuments Shall be the Mawes of Kytes La. What quite vnmann'd in folly Macb. If I stand heere I saw him La. Fie for shame Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now i' th' olden time Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale I and since too Murthers haue bene perform'd 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 rise againe With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes And push vs from our stooles This is more strange Then such a murther is La. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lacke you Macb. I do forget Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends I haue a strange infirmity which is nothing To those that know me Come loue and health to all Then I le sit downe Giue me some Wine fill full Enter Ghost I drinke to th' generall ioy o' th' whole Table And to our deere Friend Banquo whom we misse Would he were heere to all and him we thirst And all to all Lords Our duties and the pledge Mac. Auant quit my sight let the earth hide thee Thy bones are marrowlesse thy blood is cold Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with La. Thinke of this good Peeres But as a thing of Custome 'T is no other Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time Macb. What man dare I dare Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare The arm'd Rhinoceros or th' Hircan Tiger Take any shape but that and my firme Nerues Shall neuer tremble Or be aliue againe And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword If trembling I inhabit then protest mee The Baby of a Girle Hence horrible shadow Vnreall mock'ry hence Why so being gone I am a man againe pray you sit still La. You haue displac'd the mirth Broke the good meeting with most admir'd disorder Macb. Can such things be And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd Without our speciall wonder You make me strange Euen to the disposition that I owe When now I thinke you can behold such sights And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes When mine is blanch'd with feare Rosse What sights my Lord La. I pray you speake not he growes worse worse Question enrages him at once goodnight Stand not vpon the order of your going But go at once Len. Good night and better health Attend his Maiesty La. A kinde goodnight to all Exit Lords Macb. It will haue blood they say Blood will haue Blood Stones haue beene knowne to moue Trees to speake Augures and vnderstood Relations haue By Maggot Pyes Choughes Rookes brought forth The secret'st man of Blood What is the night La. Almost at oddes with morning which is which Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding La Did you send to him Sir Macb. I heare it by the way But I will send There 's not a one of them but in his house I keepe a Seruant Feed I will to morrow And betimes I will to the weyard Sisters More shall they speake for now
so thicke Cleo. Who 's borne that day when I forget to send to Anthonie shall dye a Begger Inke and paper Charmian Welcome my good Alexas Did I Charmian euer loue Caesar so Char. Oh that braue Caesar Cleo. Be choak'd with such another Emphasis Say the braue Anthony Char. The valiant Caesar Cleo. By Isis I will giue thee bloody teeth If thou with Caesar Parago nagaine My man of men Char. By your most gracious pardon I sing but after you Cleo. My Sallad dayes When I was greene in iudgement cold in blood To say as I saide then But come away Get me Inke and Paper he shall haue euery day a seuerall greeting or I le vnpeople Egypt Exeunt Enter Pompey Menecrates and Menas in warlike manner Pom. If the great Gods be iust they shall assist The deeds of iustest men Mene. Know worthy Pompey that what they do delay they not deny Pom. Whiles we are sutors to their Throne decayes the thing we sue for Mene. We ignorant of our selues Begge often our owne harmes which the wise Powres Deny vs for our good so finde we profit By loosing of our Prayers Pom. I shall do well The people loue me and the Sea is mine My powers are Cressent and my Auguring hope Sayes it will come to ' th' full Marke Anthony In Egypt sits at dinner and will make No warres without doores Caesar gets money where He looses hearts Lepidus flatters both Of both is flatter'd but he neither loues Nor either cares for him Mene. Caesar and Lepidus are in the field A mighty strength they carry Pom. Where haue you this 'T is false Mene. From Siluius Sir Pom. He dreames I know they are in Rome together Looking for Anthony but all the charmes of Loue Salt Cleopatra soften thy wand lip Let Witchcraft ioyne with Beauty Lust with both Tye vp the Libertine in a field of Feasts Keepe his Braine fuming Epicurean Cookes Sharpen with cloylesse sawce his Appetite That sleepe and feeding may prorogue his Honour Euen till a Lethied dulnesse Enter Varrius How now Varrius Var. This is most certaine that I shall deliuer Marke Anthony is euery houre in Rome Expected Since he went from Egypt 't is A space for farther Trauaile Pom. I could haue giuen lesse matter A better eare Menas I did not thinke This amorous Surfetter would haue donn'd his Helme For such a petty Warre His Souldiership Is twice the other twaine But let vs reare The higher our Opinion that our stirring Can from the lap of Egypts Widdow plucke The neere Lust-wearied Anthony Mene. I cannot hope Caesar and Anthony shall well greet together His Wife that 's dead did trespasses to Caesar His Brother wan'd vpon him although I thinke Not mou'd by Anthony Pom. I know not Menas How lesser Enmities may giue way to greater Were 't not that we stand vp against them all 'T wer pregnant they should square between themselues For they haue entertained cause enough To draw their swords but how the feare of vs May Ciment their diuisions and binde vp The petty difference we yet not know Bee 't as our Gods will haue 't it onely stands Our liues vpon to vse our strongest hands Come Menas Exeunt Enter Enobarbus and Lepidus Lep. Good Enobarbus 't is a worthy deed And shall become you well to intreat your Captaine To soft and gentle speech Enob. I shall intreat him To answer like himselfe if Caesar moue him Let Anthony looke ouer Caesars head And speake as lowd as Mars By Iupiter Were I the wearer of Anthonio's Beard I would not shaue't to day Lep. 'T is not a time for priuate stomacking Eno. Euery time serues for the matter that is then borne in 't Lep. But small to greater matters must giue way Eno. Not if the small come first Lep. Your speech is passion but pray you stirre No Embers vp Heere comes the Noble Anthony Enter Anthony and Ventidius Eno. And yonder Caesar Enter Caesar Mecenas and Agrippa Ant. If we compose well heere to Parthia Hearke Ventidius Caesar I do not know Mecenas aske Agrippa Lep. Noble Friends That which combin'd vs was most great and let not A leaner action rend vs. What 's amisse 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 earnestly beseech Touch you the sowrest points with sweetest tearmes Nor curstneâ—e grow to ' th' matter Ant. 'T is spoken well Were we before our Armies and to fight I should do thus Flourish Caes Welcome to Rome Ant. Thanke you Caes Sit. Ant Sit sir Caes Nay then Ant. I learne you take things ill which are not so Or being concerne you not Caes I must be laught at if or for nothing or a little I Should say my selfe offended and with you Chiefely i' th' world More laught at that I should Once name you derogately when to sound your name It not concern'd me Ant. My being in Egypt Caesar what was 't to you Caes No more then my reciding heere at Rome Might be to you in Egypt yet if you there Did practise on my State your being in Egypt Might be my question Ant. How intend you practis'd Caes You may be pleas'd to catch at mine intent By what did heere befall me Your Wife and Brother Made warres vpon me and their contestation Was Theame for you you were the word of warre Ant. You do mistake your busines my Brother neuer Did vrge me in his Act I did inquire it And haue my Learning from some true reports That drew their swords with you did he not rather Discredit my authority with yours And make the warres alike against my stomacke Hauing alike your cause Of this my Letters Before did satisfie you If you 'l patch a quarrell As matter whole you haue to make it with It must not be with this Caes You praise your selfe by laying defects of iudgement to me but you patcht vp your excuses Anth. Not so not so I know you could not lacke I am certaine on 't Very necessity of this thought that I Your Partner in the cause ' gainst which he fought Could not with gracefull eyes attend those Warres Which fronted mine owne peace As for my wife I would you had her spirit in such another The third o th' world is yours which with a Snaffle You may pace easie but not such a wife Enobar Would we had all such wiues that the men might go to Warres with the women Anth. So much vncurbable her Garboiles Caesar Made out of her impatience which not wanted Shrodenesse of policie to I greeuing grant Did you too much disquiet for that you must But say I could not helpe it Caesar I wrote to you when rioting in Alexandria you Did pocket vp my Letters and with taunts Did gibe my Misiâ—e out of audience Ant. Sir he fell vpon me ere admitted then Three Kings I had newly feasted and did want Of what I was i' th' morning