mean Habit. Clar. Look on my tears and let them melt your heart Your rocky hearts yet harder far than Stone For Stones melt when relenting Heavens weeps But you grow more obdurate with my tears Iachimo Tears Why thou canst not oblige me more than to Weep soundly it makes the flame of Love more Vigorous Oh I like a passâ—â—â—â—â— Woman in that Business extreamly she haâ—â—â—nest ways With her Clar. Think you not on your Souls Alas when I am dead As I will ne're outlive so black a Villany My Ghost will fright you your wounded Consciences Lash and torment you like a thousand Furies Clot. Ghost A pox o' thy Ghost Prithee art thou such a Fool to think we fear the Devil Iachimo show Her the contrary rowze her towze her Boy I 'le Do thee an honourable kindness and pimp for thee For fear of disturbance Iachimo A very friendly part faith my Lord Come Madam You and I must be more familiar nay nay no Strugling my heart 's a flame and you must quench the fire Clar. Rather be burn'd to ashes barbarous Wretch help help Oh Heaven send down thy Thunder dash me to the Earth Rather than suffer this Help help Enter Pisanio Pisan. What pitious Cry was that sure 't was a Woman's voice By the shrill sound Good Gods what 's this I see My Daughter here Clarin. Mercy unlook'd for 'T is he Oh my dear Father Runs and embraces him In a bless'd minute are you come to save me Pisan. Ha! Lord Cloten too Then all 's discover'd and I 'me lost Cloten See Iachimo yonder 's that old Traitor too luckily Faln into our snare Go go take his Daughter From him and ravish her before his face Iachimo With all my heart I 'le not lose for a million Pisan. He comes upon his death that touches her Base men Have you no humane Nature Cloten Does he expostulate Kill kill the Slave Pisan. I first shall see thy death Cloten No Thou shalt never see agen for when I have conquer'd thee With my Sword 's point I 'le dig out both thy eyes Then drag thee to my Mother to be tortur'd Iachimo I 'le do his business presently Fight Pisanio wounded Pisan. Fly Daughter fly whilst my remains of Life I render for thy safety Clarin. Oh save my Father Heaven save him save him Exit Fights still Pisanio kills Jachimo then falls down with him and Cloten disarms him Pisan. Thou hast it now I think Iachimo A Plague on him he has kill'd me Oh Dyes Cloten Curs'd Misfortune He 's dead but I 'me resolv'd to Be thy true Prophet however thou shalt not See my death unless with other eyes Puts out his eyes Pisan. Hell-born Fury Oh Cloten So now smell thy way out of the Wood whilst I follow thy Daughter find her and cut her piece-meal I 'le sacrifice her to the Ghost of Iachimo Exit Pisan. All dismal dark as Night or lowest Shades The Regions of the Dead or endless Horror The Sun with all his light now gives me none But spreads his beamy Influence in vain And lends no Glimpse to light my Land of darkness Sure near this Place there lyes a Sword Crawls about to find his Sword I 'le try if I can find it Pitiless Fate Wilt thou not guide my hand My Wound 's not mortal And I shall yet live Ages True sign of Grief When we do wish to die before our time I 'le crawl into some Bush and hide my self Till Fate 's at leisure there To the dumb Grove recount my Miseries Weep Tears of bloud from Wounds instead of Eyes Crawls out SCENE IV. Enter Bellarius from the Cave Bellar. TUrning my head towards you point o' th' Sea Methoughts I heard a noise of Drums and Trumpets With shouts of men as of an Army landed Perhaps 't is so indeed I know the Romans Have long watch'd an advantage and wou'd run With joy the race great Caesar once begun Enter Palladour Arviragus and Eugenia Pallad You are not well pray stay here in the Cave Bellar. Go you to Hunting Sons I 'le stay with him Eugen. I beseech you do not nay then you 'l make me blush To think how much I trouble ye Let me beg ye Stick to your Journal Course the breach of Custom Is breach of all I am ill but your being by me Is not medicinable Society is no comfort neither To one not sociable Pray go and trust me here I 'le rob none but my self and if my self The theft's so poor 't is not worth punishing Pallad There 's so much vertue in his Love and Actions It more and more does steal away my heart Eugen. Kind Heaven preserve you both Oh sacred Providence Who cou'd have thought to find such gentle Creatures In a wild rustick Cave by Nature only taught I am sick still Very sick now Pisanio I 'le taste thy Cordial I never had more cause Exit Eugen. Bellar. Let 's to our Silvian sport How now who 's that Exit Enter Cloten Cloten I cannot find this Fugitive sure the Devil Has lent her wings to fly and cross my purpose Cloten Hah What are you that fly me thus Some Villain Outlaws I 've heard of such What Slave art thou Arvir. A thing more slavish did I ne're then answering A Slave without a Knock. Cloten Thou art a Robber I 'le murder thee Arvir. Ye lye you wonot you cannot nor you shan't I 'le beat your Brains out first S'death have not I An Arm as long as thine a Heart as big Thy words may appear bigger but I wear not My Dagger in my mouth Cloten A plaguy little Whipster this Why thou Abject Villain Knows me not by my Cloaths Arvir. No I say how shou'd I Cloten Then hear my Name and tremble Arvir. I tremble at nothing but the Thunder And that I 'me sure thou canst not do What 's thy Name Cloten Cloten thou Villain Arvir. Cloten Then double Villain be thy Name I care not Were it Toad Spider or Adder ' Twou'd move me sooner Cloten To thy Confusion know I am Son to th' Queen Arvir. I am sorry for 't not seeming so worthy As thy Birth Cloten Does thou not fear Arvir. Those that I reverence those I fear the Wise All Fools I scourge and laugh at Cloten Y' are witty are you but I 'le fetch ye out of Your Jest presently Sirrah I 'le slay thee with this hand and when thou Art dead Upon the Gates of Ludds-Town set thy Head Arvir. It stands yet on my Shoulders come come on Sir They fight Cloten lets fall his Sword and runs out Enter Bellarius and Pallador Bellar. No Company 's abroad Pallad Not a man stirring You did mistake him sure Bellar. No I am firm 't was he Pallad In this Place we left ' um I wish my Brother make good party with him You say he 's very strong Bellar. I have often heard so Pallad He look'd but like a Fool. But see our Fears may vanish here
another Fetch of female Policy This Swouning I have known a Woman swound At the puking of her Monkey or feign sorrow To see her Husband's Nose bleed◠Craft Craft damn'd Craft I 'le not believe'um Oh she comes agen Eugen. False to his Bed What is it to be false To lye in watch there and to think of him To weep 'twixt hour and hour If Sleep charge Nature To break it with a frightful Dream of him And cry my self awake can this be Falshood Pisan. Weak Excuses You ill plead Innocence when your vertuous Lord Defames you thus by Letter and has proof Of your detested Crime for well I know He wou'd not write this without good assurance Eugen. Yes any thing to please his new-found Mistress That basely reaps the harvest of my Love Mens Vows are Womens Traitors and as Synon That perjur'd Wretch that cunning flattering Greek By weeping scandall'd many a holy Tear So does Ursaces by his broken Oaths The Faith of all Mankind Pisan. And you by Levity The vertue of your Sex Kneel therefore and pray Or unprepar'd receive your Fate Draws Eugen. I swear I am not guilty yet do not wish to live Kneels Ursaces being false Come strike my Lord Strike the innocent Mansion of my Love my heart And give a hapless much wrong'd Woman rest As lasting as her woes Pisan. Do you not fear Eugen. My grief has made me past it Pisan. Die then lest it return it wonnot be Methinks some Genius hinders my rash Arm And blames my cruel purpose Eugen. Make not my Death your Sport But do a speedy justice for your Friend And tell my Lord when I am laid in Earth He then may revel quietly Pisan. I cannot do 't And I 'le attempt no farther If she is false Let Heaven punish her I 'le leave her to its mercy And with some bloudy token greet her Lord As if I had perform'd the horrid Action Madam I pity you and through that passion Resolve to save your Life But from this moment Expect no further service for Heaven forbid The least grain of my Love shou'd fall on her Whose blameful Levity wrong'd my dearest Friend Thus then I turn away and all alone Within this gloomy melancholy Desart Leave you to Fortune If you are innocent That Innocence protect you but if guilty As I much doubt you are let Thunder Punish the hated Falshood Fare ye well Eugen. Stay dear my Lord Oh do not leave me so So lost so comfortless Pisan. No tears shall stop me there 's too much of Woman in ' um Eugen. Alas I know not where I am The Place Is ruthless wild and uninhabited No friendly Path leads to a neighbouring Village But all untrod and savage like the Covert Of some rude Satyr here only Nettles grow and Ivy That clings to th' dismal Ewe and in yon Rock The dreadful spotted Toads and poysonous Serpents Will hourly fright me with their Croaks and Hisses Ah do not leave me in this horrid Place For I shall die with Fear Pisan. I must be gone Tho' her words touch me strangely Aside Eugen. I shall be starv'd too Recal recal Humanity And let that aged Breast bear tender Nature Let th' Oath of Knighted charm ye not to suffer A wretched Princess famish in a Desart Pisan. The Summer-fruit that now lades every Bush Makes vain that Fear To help ye a little Take here this Glass I had it from the Queen What 's in 't is precious when you 're sick a dram on 't Will drive away Distemper Farewel my heart Bleeds for ye altho' your abhorred Crimes deserve no pity Exit Eugen. Ye mighty Powers that sway yon glorious Heaven Rise from your awful Thrones look down and pity A wretched Innocence for well ye know I 'me guiltless and deserve not this Barbariety Tho' more than Scithians cruel Poor Eugenia Where wilt thou fly for Succour Home is fatal If to my Lord why he has sent to kill me Too cruel Husband of a Wife so faithful Oh wretched state Oh Misery If Vertue be thus us'd How are the vicious punish'd What shall I do And whither shall I turn As some poor Slave Accus'd of Crimes which he had never done Is from his angry Patron 's Favour thrown Hated altho' he faithfully did serve Is cast on some wild Beach to pine and starve In vain bemoans himself and makes defence In vain sighs weeps and tells his Innocence Sits sadly on some Rock his Eyes do flow Mourns his hard Fate but knows not where to go So I unskilful what strange Course to run Must perish here by faithless man undone Exit The End of the Third Act. ACT IV. SCENE I Enter Queen Cloten Clarina Jachimo Aurelia and Attendants Queen THou seed of Mischief young Practitioner In th' Art of Treachery how didst thou dare To conceal this devilish Secret No less than the disturbance of a Nation But in thy death I 'le strait revenge th' Affront Clar. Oh do not fright me with the name of Death But look with pity Madam on my tears And see a wretched Virgin beg for Life So may your Raign be prosp'rous so your Beauty Still fresh and heavenly as your mercy flows In showers of tender pity on my youth Cloten Pity Ay let me have her I 'le show pity on her Youth Gad I 'le first make my Footman ravish her And then have her hang'd Iachimo And why your Footman my Lord I hope you have Other Friends about you that will do her that kindness Queen I have consider'd now she shall not die so well But banish'd live to prolong her misery And none shall help her upon pain of Death My Lord Iachimo to you I give the Wretch Use her as she deserves Hence hated Harpey Clar. Nay kill me now and I will think you kind Let 〈◊〉 not be a prey to his wild Lust. Queen Away with her I will not hear a word Iachimo You 'l like me better in the Countrey Madam Come come there 's no remedy Drags her out Clar. No spark of Pity help help Cloten Stop her Mouth away with her I 'le go and Dispatch a small Affair and follow thee Exit Queen I 've been too slow in executing vengeance Too dull and cold had I been diligent I cou'd have stopp'd her posting toward Gallia And sent her Post to the Furies Who 's that comes yonder Aurel. The King Madam and by his actions seems In a high rage Queen I 'le whet it to a madness Enter King Lords and Guards King Go search the Countrey round and bring her back Send out more Horses let every Town and Village Be narrowly survey'd each House each Cottage Caves Grotto's nay the very clefts of Rocks Seek and return me this rebellious Fugitive Or lose your Monarch ever Queen Send to Milford If you 'l succeed We hear now she 's gone to ship For Gallia to meet her Love in Exile Enter a Captain Capt. I come to inform your Majesty that the
Beacons near to Milford-Haven are fired And the Post just come declares The Roman Army's landed there Led on by Gaius Lucius King Summon all the Captains And give strict Order that the Troops be ready With the next Sun I 'le to the Field in person And with my presence animate the Souldiers Away and sound to War draw up your Infantry We 'le timely march and scourge this haughty Roman Oh Eugenia wer 't thou here I 'de fear no Foe Exeunt SCENE II. The Cave Enter Eugenia Eugen. GOod Heaven No Succour yet I 'me tired with wandring And saint with hunger Ah some kind Silvian God That rul'st these Groves rise from thy mossie Couch And with thy hoord of Summer wholesom Fruits Preserve an innocent Lady from sharp Famine I saw an Apple-tree in yonder Thicket On which eager to feed as I drew near it A large grown Serpent from the hollow root Oppos'd my raging hunger and instead of pitying My pale and pining Looks with flaming Eyes And dreadful Hisses like the Hesperian Dragon Frighted me from the place the very Trees I think Take part with cruel man Ha! what gloomy Place is this Here is a Path to 't sure 't is some savage Hold. Hoa who 's there If any thing that 's civil speak and help A wretched Creature but if savage Be speedy in my death No Answer then I 'le enter Now Mercy Heaven Exit Enter Bellarius and Palladour Bellar. I 've haunch'd the Stag and hung his Quarters up The backside of the Cave and when your Brother comes We 'le make our Feast Horn within Palla Hark I think I hear his Horn let 's go and Meet him he has ventur'd hard to day it may Be the wild Boar has hurt him too Bellar. Heaven forbid my Boy Exeunt Re-enter Eugenia with Meat eating and lifting up her hands Eugen. Bless'd be this poor Retreat for ever bless'd The Steward of this Feast that brings me comfort And saves me from a miserable Fate Oh Heaven How sweet is this course Bare this little morsel Which in prosperity my lavish hand Wou'd have profusely thrown away to Dogs How dearly does it relish now How covetous am I Of each least Bit Pardon great Providence We are ignorant of our selves till Miseries Purge our corrupted Natures and Want rare Artists Moulds us to sence of our Mortality Eats and drinks Enter Bellarius Palladour and Arviragus with a Boar's Head Bellar. Welcome Arviragus welcome my young Heroe Let me embrace thee Pallad Welcome dear Brother I congratulate your Conquest I see you shun no danger Arvir. Danger 't is my Pleasure I wou'd not give a minute for a Victory Unless by hazard sweetned there 's the bliss The proof of Valour This very Boar to day Foaming through rage with mighty force rush'd on me And ere I cou'd avoid threw me to th' ground When angry at my fall I spurn'd him from me Rose quick and with my Javelin pierc'd his heart Bellar. Thanks Heaven for thy Escapes Come Palladour Your Brother to day is Master of the Feast We 'le play the Cook and Servant How now what 's here Palla What 's the matter Sir Bellar. Stand back a little But that he eats our Victuals I shou'd think He were a Fury Palla Iupiter What is 't Arvir. An Angel by my Soul or else at least Some Rural Deity Bellar. A pretty Boy a very Cupid Hold it 's going to speak Eugen. Good Master hurt me not Before I enter'd here I call'd and thought To have begg'd or bought what I have took Indeed I have stoll'n nothing nor wou'd not though I had found Gold strew'd i th' Floor Here 's money for my Meat Kneeling I wou'd have left it on the Board as soon As I had made my Meal and then departed With humble thanks and prayers for the Provider Bellar. Money sweet Youth Arvir. Let Gold and Silver the Dirt o' th' Earth be priz'd By such as worship dirty Gods not us Eugen. I see you are angry But know if you kill me for my fault I shou'd Have dy'd had I not made it Palla With what a modest innocence he speaks Arvir. And what a rosie face he has Bellar. Whither are you going Eugen. To Milford Bellar. I hope you have done no mischief and are flying From Justice Eugen. No Heaven knows not I. Bellar. What 's your Name Eugen. Fidele Sir I have a Kinsman that Is bound for Rome he embarks at Milford Haven To whom being going I lost my way i th' Woods And almost pin'd with hunger Am faln in this offence pray pardon me kneels and weeps Bellar. Prethee my pretty fellow Think us not Churles nor measure our good minds By this rude place we live in come come thou' rt welcome Heartily welcome and shalt have better cheer Ere thou depart'st and thanks to stay and take it Nay prithee wipe thy eyes Boys bid him welcome By Iove there 's something in his honest Look That moves my heart with love and pity for him Pallad I know not what you feel but in my breast Love gives him large possession my Genius tells me He 's worthy our best Favour Sir I embrace ye Arvir. And I as kindly as I wou'd a Sister Were she distress'd as thou art Welcome dear Brother I 'le call thee so and wou'd revenge thy wrongs With a full heart knew I the fatal Authors Eugen. A thousand blessings on you Oh gracious Heaven Can this be true Are there such blessings left Yet for Eugenia Pallad He weeps at some Distress Arvir. And the clear drops stand on his blushing Cheek As pearly dew on Roses Come my sweet Brother You must not be thus sad we are all your Friends And love you heartily I do swear Embraces Pallad And I by yonder Sun there is methinks A sympathy between us Bellar. For my part I lik'd him at first sight Come welcome welcome In troth you are too melancholy Eugen. A small Distemper Sir 'T will quickly away agen How courteously they use me And with what honesty express their Love Dear modest Creatures Bellar. Now Sirs let 's in And dress our Venison when we have supp'd sweet Boy We 'le mannerly desire of thee thy Story As far as is convenient Eugen. I 'me oblig'd to you for Life Sir Arvir. Come dearest Brother Pallad More lov'd than the ruddy morn or the Purling Brook when parch'd with heat o' th' Dog-star we descend to quench our eager thirst Eugen. I 'me bound to you for ever And now too well I can disprove Report The Countrey is not savage but the Court Exeunt they embracing her SCENE III. Enter Pisanio Pisan. MY Heart throbbs still my Senses are disturb'd too And since I left the Princess in you Court I have not been at rest sure she 's innocent And I and her rash Lord have been abus'd I 'le seek her out And comfort her for I believe she 's innocent Exit Enter Cloten in Ursaces Cloaths and Jachimo dragging in Clarina in a