heare her speake away with her Laui Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demet. Listen faire Madam let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine Laui When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam O doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty Chiro What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Laui 'T is true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heard Oh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pitty did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull Tamo I know not what it meanes away with her Lauin Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe eares Tamo Had'st thou in person nere offended me Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of me Laui Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 't is not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slaine when Bassianus dy'd Tam. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go Laui 'T is present death I beg and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long Lauinia No Garace No womanhood Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall Chi. Nay then I le stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him Tam. Farewell my Sonnes see that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure Exit Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes Aron Come on my Lords the better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes Marti And mine I promise you were it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quin. What art thou fallen What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother Exit Aaron Marti Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see Marti To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death Quintus Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise Oh tell me how it is for nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what Marti Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detested darke blood-drinking pit Quin. If it be darke how doost thou know 't is he Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ring that lightens all the Hole Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand If feare hath made thee faint as mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quin. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloft or I below Thou can'st not come to me I come to thee Boths fall in Enter the Emperour Aaron the Moore Satur. Along with me I le see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately did it descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Marti The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Satur. My brother dead I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'T is not an houre since I left him there Marti We know not where you left him all aliue But out alas heere haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamo Where is my Lord the King King Heere Tamora though grieu'd with killing griefe Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie She giueth Saturnine a Letter Saturninus reads the Letter And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsman Bassianus 't is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke sirs if you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere Aron My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
safest way To hide vs from pursuite that will be made After my flight now goe in we content To libertie and not to banishment Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Duke Senior Amyens and two or three Lords like Forresters Duk. Sen. Now my Coe-mates and brothers in exile Hath not old custome made this life more sweete Then that of painted pompe Are not these woods More free from perill then the enuious Court Heere feele we not the penaltie of Adam The seasons difference as the I cie phange And churlish chiding of the winters winde Which when it bites and blowes vpon my body Euen till I shrinke with cold I smile and say This is no flattery these are counsellors That feelingly perswade me what I am Sweet are the vses of aduersitie Which like the toad ougly and venemous Weares yet a precious Iewell in his head And this our life exempt from publike haunt Findes tongues in trees bookes in the running brookes Sermons in stones and good in euery thing Amien I would not change it happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a stile Du. Sen. Come shall we goe and kill vs venison And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles Being natiue Burgers of this desert City Should in their owne confines with forked heads Haue their round banches goard 1. Lord. Indeed my Lord The melancholy Iaques grieues at that And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you To day my Lord of Amiens and my selfe Did steale behinde him as he lay along Vnder an oake whose anticke roote peepes out Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood To the which place a poore sequestred Stag That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt Did come to languish and indeed my Lord The wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanes That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat Almost to bursting and the big round teares Cours'd one another downe his innocent nose In pitteous chase and thus the hairie foole Much marked of the melancholie Iaques Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke Augmenting it with teares Du. Sen. But what said Iaques Did he not moralize this spectacle 1. Lord. O yes into a thousand similies First for his weeping into the needlesse streame Poore Deere quoth he thou mak'st a testament As worldlings doe giuing thy sum of more To that which had too must then being there alone Left and abandoned of his veluet friend 'T is right quoth he thus miserie doth part The Fluxe of companie anon a carelesse Heard Full of the pasture iumps along by him And neuer staiâ— to greet him I quoth Iaques Sweepe on you fat and greazie Citizens 'T is iust the fashion wherefore doe you looke Vpon that poore and broken bankrupt there Thus most inuectiuely he pierceth through The body of Countrie Citie Court Yea and of this our life swearing that we Are meere vsurpers tyrants and what 's worse To fright the Annimals and to kill them vp In their assign'd and natiue dwelling place D. Sen. And did you leaue him in this contemplation 2. Lord. We did my Lord weeping and commenting Vpon the sobbing Deere Du. Sen. Show me the place I loue to cope him in these sullen fits For then he 's full of matter 1. Lor. I le bring you to him strait Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Duke with Lords Duk. Can it be possible that no man saw them It cannot be some villaines of my Court Are of consent and sufferance in this 1. Lo. I cannot heare of any that did see her The Ladies her attendants of her chamber Saw her a bed and in the morning early They found the bed vntreasur'd of their Mistris 2. Lor. My Lord the roynish Clown at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh is also missing Hisperia the Princesse Gentlewoman Confesses that she secretly ore-heard Your daughter and her Cosen much commend The parts and graces of the Wrastler That did but lately foile the synowie Charles And she beleeues where euer they are gone That youth is surely in their companie Duk. Send to his brother fetch that gallant hither If he be absent bring his Brother to me I le make him finde him do this sodainly And let not search and inquisition quaile To bring againe these foolish runawaies Exunt Scena Tertia Enter Orlando and Adam Orl. Who 's there Ad. What my yong Master oh my gentle master Oh my sweet master O you memorie Of old Sir Rowland why what make you here Why are you vertuous Why do people loue you And wherefore are you gentle strong and valiant Why would you be so fond to ouercome The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke Your praise is come too swiftly home before you Know you not Master to seeme kinde of men Their graces serue them but as enemies No more doe yours your vertues gentle Master Are sanctified and holy traitors to you Oh what a world is this when what is comely Enuenoms him that beares it Why what 's the matter Ad. O vnhappie youth Come not within these doores within this roofe The enemie of all your graces liues Your brother no no brother yet the sonne Yet not the son I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his Father Hath heard your praises and this night he meanes To burne the lodging where you vse to lye And you within it if he faile of that He will haue other meanes to cut you off I ouerheard him and his practises This is no place this house is but a butcherie Abhorre it feare it doe not enter it Ad. Why whether Adam would'st thou haue me go Ad. No matter whether so you come not here Orl. What would'st thou haue me go beg my food Or with a base and boistrous Sword enforce A theeuish liuing on the common rode This I must do or know not what to do Yet this I will not do do how I can I rather will subiect me to the malice Of a diuerted blood and bloudie brother Ad. But do not so I haue fiue hundred Crownes The thriftie hire I saued vnder your Father Which I did store to be my foster Nurse When seruice should in my old limbs lie lame And vnregarded age in corners throwne Take that and he that doth the Rauens feede Yea prouidently caters for the Sparrow Be comfort to my age here is the gold All this I giue you let me be your seruant Though I looke old yet I am strong and lustie For in my youth I neuer did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my bloud Nor did not with vnbashfull forehead woe The meanes of weaknesse and debilitie Therefore my age is as a lustie winter Frostie but kindely let me goe with you I le doe the seruice of a yonger man In all your businesse and necessities Orl. Oh good old man how well in thee appeares The constant seruice
something hath the nothing that I greeue 'T is in reuersion that I do possesse But what it is that is not yet knowne what I cannot name 't is namelesse woe I wot Enter Greene. Gree. Heauen saue your Maiesty and wel met Gentlemen I hope the King is not yet shipt for Ireland Qu. Why hop'st thou so T is better hope he is For his designes craue hast his hast good hope Then wherefore dost thou hope he is not shipt Gre. That he our hope might haue retyr'd his power and driuen into dispaire an enemies hope Who strongly hath set footing in this Land The banish'd Bullingbrooke repeales himselfe And with vp-lifted Armes is safe arriu'd At Rauenspurg Qu. Now God in heauen forbid Gr. O Madam 't is too true and that is worse The L. Northumberland his yong sonne Henrie Percie The Lords of Rosse Beaumond and Willoughby With all their powrefull friends are fled to him Bush Why haue you not proclaim'd Northumberland And the rest of the reuolted faction Traitors Gre. We haue where upon the Earle of Worcester Hath broke his staffe resign'd his Stewardship And al the houshold seruant fled with him to Bullinbrook Qu. So Greene thou art the midwife of my woe And Bullinbrooke my sorrowes dismall heyre Now hath my soule brought forth her prodegie And I a gasping new deliuered mother Haue woe to woe sorrow to sorrow ioyn'd Bush Dispaire not Madam Qu. Who shall hinder me I will dispaire and be at enmitie With couzening hope he is a Flatterer A Parasite a keeper backe of death Who gently would dissolue the bands of life Which false hopes linger in extremity Enter Yorke Gre. Heere comes the Duke of Yorke Qu. With signes of warre about his aged necke Oh full of carefull businesse are his lookes Vncle for heauens sake speake comfortable words Yor. Comfort 's in heauen and we are on the earth Where nothing liues but crosses care and greefe Your husband he is gone to saile farre off Whilst others come to make him loose at home Heere am I left to vnder-prop his Land Who weake with age cannot support my selfe Now comes the sicke houre that his surfet made Now shall he try his friends that flattered him Enter a seruant Ser. My Lord your sonne was gone before I came Yor. He was why so go all which way it will The Nobles they are fled the Commons they are cold And will I feare reuolt on Herfords side Sirra get thee to Plathie to my sister Gloster Bid her send me presently a thousand pound Hold take my Ring Ser. My Lord I had forgot To tell your Lordship to day I came by and call'd there But â— shall greeue you to report the rest Yor. What is' t knaue Ser. An houre before I came the Dutchesse di'de Yor. Heau'n for his mercy what a tide of woes Come rushing on this wofull Land at once I know not what to do I would to heauen So my vntruth had not prouok'd him to it The King had cut off my head with my brothers What are there postes dispatcht for Ireland How shall we do for money for these warres Come sister Cozen I would say pray pardon me Go fellow get thee home poouide some Carts And bring away the Armour that is there Gentlemen will you muster men If I know how or which way to order these affaires Thus disorderly thrust into my hands Neuer beleeue me Both are my kinsmen Th' one is my Soueraigne whom both my oath And dutie bids defend th' other againe Is my kinsman whom the King hath wrong'd Whom conscience and my kindred bids to right Well somewhat we must do Come Cozen I le dispose of you Gentlemen go muster vp your men And meet me presently at Barkley Castle I should to Plashy too but time will not permit All is vneuen and euery thing is left at six and seuen Exit Bush The winde sits faire for newes to go to Ireland But none returnes For vs to leuy power Proportionable to th' enemy is all impossible Gr. Besides our neerenesse to the King in loue Is neere the hate of those loue not the King Ba And that 's the wauering Commons for their loue Lies in their purses and who so empties them By so much fils their hearts with deadly hate Bush Wherein the king stands generally condemn'd Bag. If iudgement lye in them then so do we Because we haue beene euer neere the King Gr. Well I will for refuge straight to Bristoll Castle The Earle of Wiltshire is alreadie there Bush Thither will I with you for little office Will the hatefull Commons performe for vs Except like Curres to teare vs all in peeces Will you go along with vs Bag. No I will to Ireland to his Maiestie Farewell if hearts presages be not vaine We three here part that neu'r shall meete againe Bu. That 's as Yorke thriues to beate back Bullinbroke Gr. Alas poore Duke the taske he vndertakes Iâ— numbring sands and drinking Oceans drie Where one on his side sights thousands will flye Bush Farewell at once for once for all and euer Well we may meete againe Bag. I feare me neuer Exit Scaena Tertia Enter the Duke of Hereford and Northumberland Bul. How farre is it my Lord to Berkley now Nor. Beleeue me noble Lord I am a stranger heere in Gloustershire These high wilde hâ—lles and rough vneeuen waies Drawes out our miles and makes them wearisome And yet our faire discourse hath beene as sugar Making the hard way sweet and delectable But â— bethinke me what a wearie way From Rauenspurgh to Cottshold will be found In Rosse and Willoughby wanting your companie Which I protest hath very much beguild The tediousnesse and processe of my trauell But theirs is sweetned with the hope to haue The present benefit that I possesse And hope to ioy is little lesse in ioy Then hope enioy'd By this the wearie Lords Shall make their way seeme short as mâ—ne hath done By sight of what I haue your Noble Companie Bull. Of much lesse value is my Companie Then your good words but who comes here Enter H. Percie North. It is my Sonne young Harry Percie Sent from my Brother Worcester Whence soeuer Harry how fares your Vnckle Percie I had thought my Lord to haue learn'd his health of you North. Why is he not with the Queene Percie No my good Lord he hath forsook the Court Broken his Staffe of Office and disperst The Household of the King North. What was his reason He was not so resolu'd when we last spake together Percie Because your Lordship was proclaimed Traitor But hee my Lord is gone to Rauenspurgh To offer seruice to the Duke of Hereford And sent me ouer by Barkely to discouer What power the Duke of Yorke had leuied there Then with direction to repaire to Rauenspurgh North. Haue you forgot the Duke of Hereford Boy Percie No my good Lord for that is not forgot Which ne're I did remember to my knowledge I neuer
from henceforth rather be my Selfe Mighty and to be fear'd then my condition Which hath beene smooth as Oyle soft as yong Downe And therefore lost that Title of respect Which the proud soule ne're payes but to the proud Wor. Our house my Soueraigne Liege little deserues The scourge of greatnesse to be vsed on it And that same greatnesse too which our owne hands Haue holpe to make so portly Nor. My Lord. King Worcester get thee gone for I do see Danger and disobedience in thine eye O sir your presence is too bold and peremptory And Maiestie might neuer yet endure The moody Frontier of a seruant brow You haue good leaue to leaue vs. When we need Your vse and counsell we shall send for you You were about to speake North. Yea my good Lord. Those Prisoners in your Highnesse demanded Which Harry Percy heere at Holmedon tooke Were as he sayes not with such strength denied As was deliuered to your Maiesty Who either through enuy or misprision Was guilty of this fault and not my Sonne Hot. My Liege I did deny no Prisoners But I remember when the fight was done When I was dry with Rage and extreame Toyle Breathlesse and Faint leaning vpon my Sword Came there a certaine Lord neat and trimly drest Fresh as a Bride-groome and his Chin new reapt Shew'd like a stubble Land at Haruest home He was perfumed like a Milliner And 'twixt his Finger and his Thumbe he held A Pouncet-box which euer and anon He gaue his Nose and took 't away againe Who therewith angry when it next came there Tooke it in Snuffe And still he smil'd and talk'd And as the Souldiers bare dead bodies by He call'd them vntaught Knaues Vnmannerly To bring a slouenly vnhandsome Coarse Betwixt the Winde and his Nobility With many Holiday and Lady tearme He question'd me Among the rest demanded My Prisoners in your Maiesties behalfe I then all-smarting with my wounds being cold To be so pestered with a Popingay Out of my Greefe and my Impatience Answer'd neglectingly I know not what He should or should not For he made me mad To see him shine so briske and smell so sweet And talke so like a Waiting-Gentlewoman Of Guns Drums and Wounds God saue the marke And telling me the Soueraign'st thing on earth Was Parmacity for an inward bruise And that it was great pitty so it was That villanous Salt-peter should be digg'd Out of the Bowels of the harmlesse Earth Which many a good Tall Fellow had destroy'd So Cowardly And but for these vile Gunnes He would himselfe haue beene a Souldier This bald vnioynted Chat of his my Lord Made me to answer indirectly as I said And I beseech you let not this report Come currant for an Accusation Betwixt my Loue and your high Maiesty Blunt The circumstance considered good my Lord What euer Harry Percie then had said To such a person and in such a place At such a time with all the rest retold May reasonably dye and neuer rise To do him wrong or any way impeach What then he said so he vnsay it now King Why yet doth deny his Prisoners But with Prouiso and Exception That we at our owne charge shall ransome straight His Brother-in-Law the foolish Mortimer Who in my soule hath wilfully betraid The liues of those that he did leade to Fight Against the great Magitian damn'd Glendower Whose daughter as we heare the Earle of March Hath lately married Shall our Coffers then Be emptied to redeeme a Traitor home Shall we buy Treason and indent with Feares When they haue lost and forfeyted themselues No on the barren Mountaine let him sterue For I shall neuer hold that man my Friend Whose tongue shall aske me for one peny cost To ransome home reuolted Mortimer Hot. Reuolted Mortimer He neuer did fall off my Soueraigne Liege But by the chance of Warre to proue that true Needs no more but one tongue For all those Wounds Those mouthed Wounds which valiantly he tooke When on the gentle Seuernes siedgie banke In single Opposition hand to hand He did confound the best part of an houre In changing hardiment with great Glendower Three times they breath'd and three times did they drink Vpon agreement of swift Seuernes flood Who then affrighted with their bloody lookes Ran fearefully among the trembling Reeds And hid his crispe-head in the hollow banke Blood-stained with these Valiant Combatants Neuer did base and rotten Policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds Nor neuer could the Noble Mortimer Receiue so many and all willingly Then let him not be sland'red with Reuolt King Thou do'st bely him Percy thou dost bely him He neuer did encounter with Glendower I tell thee he durst as well haue met the diuell alone As Owen Glendower for an enemy Art thou not asham'd But Sirrah henceforth Let me not heare you speake of Mortimer Send me your Prisoners with the speediest meanes Or you shall heare in such a kinde from me As will displease ye My Lord Northumberland We License your departure with your sonne Send vs your Prisoners or you 'l heare of it Exit King Hot. And if the diuell come and roare for them I will not send them I will after straight And tell him so for I will ease my heart Although it be with hazard of my head Nor. What drunke with choller stay pause awhile Heere comes your Vnckle Enter Worcester Hot. Speake of Mortimer Yes I will speake of him and let my soule Want mercy if I do not ioyne with him In his behalfe I le empty all these Veines And shed my deere blood drop by drop i' th dust But I will lift the downfall Mortimer As high i' th Ayre as this Vnthankfull King As this Ingrate and Cankred Bullingbrooke Nor. Brother the King hath made your Nephew mad Wor. Who strooke this heate vp after I was gone Hot. He will forsooth haue all my Prisoners And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe Of my Wiues Brother then his cheeke look'd pale And on my face he turn'd an eye of death Trembling euen at the name of Mortimer Wor. I cannot blame him was he not proclaim'd By Richard that dead is the next of blood Nor. He was I heard the Proclamation And then it was when the vnhappy King Whose wrongs in vs God pardon did set forth Vpon his Irish Expedition From whence he intercepted did returne To be depos'd and shortly murthered Wor. And for whose death we in the worlds wide mouth Liue scandaliz'd and fouly spoken of Hot. But soft I pray you did King Richard then Proclaime my brother Mortimer Heyre to the Crowne Nor. He did my selfe did heare it Hot. Nay then I cannot blame his Cousin King That wish'd him on the barren Mountaines staru'd But shall it be that you that set the Crowne Vpon the head of this forgetfull man And for his sake wore the detested blot Of murtherous subornation Shall it be That you a world of curses vndergoe
he is lawfull King Henry All will reuolt from me and turne to him Northumb. Plantagenet for all the Clayme thou lay'st Thinke not that Henry shall be so depos'd Warw. Depos'd he shall be in despight of all Northumb. Thou art deceiu'd 'T is not thy Southerne power Of Essex Norfolke Suffolke nor of Kent Which makes thee thus presumptuous and prowd Can set the Duke vp in despight of me Clifford King Henry be thy Title right or wrong Lord Clifford vowes to fight in thy defence May that ground gape and swallow me aliue Where I shall kneele to him that slew my Father Henry Oh Clifford how thy words reuiue my heart Plant. Henry of Lancaster resigne thy Crowne What mutter you or what conspire you Lords Warw. Doe right vnto this Princely Duke of Yorke Or I will fill the House with armed men And ouer the Chayre of State where now he sits Write vp his Title with vsurping blood He stampes with his foot and the Souldiers shew themselues Henry My Lord of Warwick heare but one word Let me for this my life time reigne as King Plant. Confirme the Crowne to me and to mine Heires And thou shalt reigne in quiet while thou liu'st Henry I am content Richard Plantagenet Enioy the Kingdome after my decease Clifford What wrong is this vnto the Prince your Sonne Warw. What good is this to England and himselfe Westm Base fearefull and despayring Henry Clifford How hast thou iniur'd both thy selfe and vs Westm I cannot stay to heare these Articles Northumb. Nor I. Clifford Come Cousin let vs tell the Queene these Newes Westm Farwell faint-hearted and degenerate King In whose cold blood no sparke of Honor bides Northumb. Be thou a prey vnto the House of Yorke And dye in Bands for this vnmanly deed Cliff In dreadfull Warre may'st thou be ouercome Or liue in peace abandon'd and despis'd Warw. Turne this way Henry and regard them not Exeter They seeke reuenge and therefore will not yeeld Henry Ah Exeter Warw. Why should you sigh my Lord Henry Not for my selfe Lord Warwick but my Sonne Whom I vnnaturally shall dis-inherite But be it as it may I here entayle The Crowne to thee and to thine Heires for euer Conditionally that heere thou take an Oath To cease this Ciuill Warre and whil'st I liue To honor me as thy King and Soueraigne And neyther by Treason nor Hostilitie To seeke to put me downe and reigne thy selfe Plant. This Oath I willingly take and will performe Warw. Long liue King Henry Plantagenet embrace him Henry And long liue thou and these thy forward Sonnes Plant. Now Yorke and Lancaster are reconcil'd Exet. Accurst be he that seekes to make them foes Senet Here they come downe Plant. Farewell my gracious Lord I le to my Castle Warw. And I le keepe London with my Souldiers Norf. And I to Norfolke with my followerâ— Mount And I vnto the Sea from whence I came Henry And I with griefe and sorrow to the Court. Enter the Queene Exeter Heere comes the Queene Whose Lookes be wray her anger I le steale away Henry Exeter so will I. Queene Nay goe not from me I will follow thee Henry Be patient gentle Queene and I will stay Queene Who can be patient in such extreames Ah wretched man would I had dy'de a Maid And neuer seene thee neuer borne thee Sonne Seeing thou hast prou'd so vnnaturall a Father Hath he deseru'd to loose his Birth-right thus Hadst thou but lou'd him halfe so well as I Or felt that paine which I did for him once Or nourisht him as I did with my blood Thou would'st haue left thy dearest heart-blood there Rather then haue made that sauage Duke thine Heire And dis-inherited thine onely Sonne Prince Father you cannot dis-inherite me If you be King why should not I succeede Henry Pardon me Margaret pardon me sweet Sonne The Earle of Warwick and the Duke enforc't me Quee. Enforc't thee Art thou King and wilt be forc't I shame to heare thee speake ah timorous Wretch Thou hast vndone thy selfe thy Sonne and me And giu'n vnto the House of Yorke such head As thou shalt reigne but by their sufferance To entayle him and his Heires vnto the Crowne What is it but to make thy Sepulcher And creepe into it farre before thy time Warwick is Chancelor and the Lord of Callice Sterne Falconbridge commands the Narrow Seas The Duke is made Protector of the Realme And yet shalt thou be safe Such safetie findes The trembling Lambe inuironned with Wolues Had I beene there which am a silly Woman The Souldiers should haue toss'd me on their Pikes Before I would haue granted to that Act. But thou preferr'st thy Life before thine Honor. And seeing thou do'st I here diuorce my selfe Both from thy Table Henry and thy Bed Vntill that Act of Parliament be repeal'd Whereby my Sonne is dis-inherited The Northerne Lords that haue forsworne thy Colours Will follow mine if once they see them spread And spread they shall be to thy foule disgrace And vtter ruine of the House of Yorke Thus doe I leaue thee Come Sonne let 's away Our Army is ready come wee 'le after them Henry Stay gentle Margaret and heare me speake Queene Thou hast spoke too much already get thee gone Henry Gentle Sonne Edward thou wilt stay me Queene I to be murther'd by his Enemies Prince When I returne with victorie to the field I le see your Grace till then I le follow her Queene Come Sonne away we may not linger thus Henry Poore Queene How loue to me and to her Sonne Hath made her breake out into termes of Rage Reueng'd may she be on that hatefull Duke Whose haughtie spirit winged with desire Will cost my Crowne and like an emptie Eagle Tyre on the flesh of me and of my Sonne The losse of those three Lords torments my heart I le write vnto them and entreat them faire Come Cousin you shall be the Messenger Exet. And I I hope shall reconcile them all Exit Flourish Enter Richard Edward and Mountague Richard Brother though I bee youngest giue mee leaue Edward No I can better play the Orator Mount But I haue reasons strong and forceable Enter the Duke of Yorke Yorke Why how now Sonnes and Brother at a strife What is your Quarrell how began it first Edward No Quarrell but a slight Contention Yorke About what Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs The Crowne of England Father which is yours Yorke Mine Boy not till King Henry be dead Richard Your Right depends not on his life or death Edward Now you are Heire therefore enioy it now By giuing the House of Lancaster leaue to breathe It will out-runne you Father in the end Yorke I tooke an Oath that hee should quietly reigne Edward But for a Kingdome any Oath may be broken I would breake a thousand Oathes to reigne one yeere Richard No God forbid your Grace should be forsworne Yorke I shall be if I clayme by open
Had he been ta'ne we should haue heard the newes Had he beene slaine we should haue heard the newes Or had he scap't me thinkes we should haue heard The happy tidings of his good escape How fares my Brother why is he so sad Richard I cannot ioy vntill I be resolu'd Where our right valiant Father is become I saw him in the Battaile range about And watcht him how he singled Clifford forth Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges Who hauing pincht a few and made them cry The rest stand all aloofe and barke at him So far'd our Father with his Enemies So fled his Enemies my Warlike Father Me thinkes 't is prize enough to be his Sonne See how the Morning opes her golden Gates And takes her farwell of the glorious Sunne How well resembles it the prime of Youth Trimm'd like a Yonker prauncing to his Loue Ed. Dazle mine eyes or doe I see three Sunnes Rich. Three glorious Sunnes each one a perfect Sunne Not seperated with the racking Clouds But seuer'd in a pale cleare-shining Skye See see they ioyne embrace and seeme to kisse As if they vow'd some League inuiolable Now are they but one Lampe one Light one Sunne In this the Heauen figures some euent Edward 'T is wondrous strange The like yet neuer heard of I thinke it cites vs Brother to the field That wee the Sonnes of braue Plantagenet Each one alreadie blazing by our meedes Should notwithstanding ioyne our Lights together And ouer-shine the Earth as this the World What ere it bodes hence-forward will I beare Vpon my Targuet three faire shining Sunnes Richard Nay beare three Daughters By your leaue I speake it You loue the Breeder better then the Male. Enter one blowing But what art thou whose heauie Lookes fore-tell Some dreadfull story hanging on thy Tongue Mess Ah one that was a wofull looker on When as the Noble Duke of Yorke was slaine Your Princely Father and my louing Lord. Edward Oh speake no more for I haue heard too much Richard Say how he dy'de for I will heare it all Mess Enuironed he was with many foes And stood against them as the hope of Troy Against the Greekes that would haue entred Troy But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to oddes And many stroakes though with a little Axe Hewes downe and fells the hardest-tymber'd Oake By many hands your Father was subdu'd But onely slaught'red by the irefull Arme Of vn-relenting Clifford and the Queene Who crown'd the gracious Duke in high despight Laugh'd in his face and when with griefe he wept The ruthlesse Queene gaue him to dry his Cheekes A Napkin steeped in the harmelesse blood Of sweet young Rutland by rough Clifford slaine And after many scornes many foule taunts They tooke his Head and on the Gates of Yorke They set the same and there it doth remaine The saddest spectacle that ere I view'd Edward Sweet Duke of Yorke our Prop to leane vpon Now thou art gone wee haue no Staffe no Stay Oh Clifford boyst'rous Clifford thou hast slaine The flowre of Europe for his Cheualrie And trecherously hast thou vanquisht him For hand to hand he would haue vanquisht thee Now my Soules Pallace is become a Prison Ah would she breake from hence that this my body Might in the ground be closed vp in rest For neuer henceforth shall I ioy againe Neuer oh neuer shall I see more ioy Rich. I cannot weepe for all my bodies moysture Scarse serues to quench my Furnace-burning hart Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen For selfe-same winde that I should speake withall Is kindling coales that fires all my brest And burnes me vp with flames that tears would quench To weepe is to make lesse the depth of greefe Teares then for Babes Blowes and Reuenge for mee Richard I beare thy name I le venge thy death Or dye renowned by attempting it Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee His Dukedome and his Chaire with me is left Rich. Nay if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird Shew thy descent by gazing ' gainst the Sunne For Chaire and Dukedome Throne and Kingdome say Either that is thine or else thou wer 't not his March Enter Warwicke Marquesse Mountacute and their Army Warwick How now faire Lords What faire What newes abroad Rich. Great Lord of Warwicke if we should recompt Our balefull newes and at each words deliuerance Stab Poniards in our flesh till all were told The words would adde more anguish then the wounds O valiant Lord the Duke of Yorke is slaine Edw. O Warwicke Warwicke that Plantagenet Which held thee deerely as his Soules Redemption Is by the sterne Lord Clifford done to death War Ten dayes ago I drown'd these newes in teares And now to adde more measure to your woes I come to tell you things sith then befalne After the bloody Fray at Wakefield fought Where your braue Father breath'd his latest gaspe Tydings as swiftly as the Postes could runne Were brought me of your Losse and his Depart I then in London keeper of the King Muster'd my Soldiers gathered flockes of Friends Marcht toward S. Albons to intercept the Queene Bearing the King in my behalfe along For by my Scouts I was aduertised That she was comming with a full intent To dash our late Decree in Parliament Touching King Henries Oath and your Succession Short Tale to make we at S. Albons met Our Battailes ioyn'd and both sides fiercely fought But whether 't was the coldnesse of the King Who look'd full gently on his warlike Queene That robb'd my Soldiers of their heated Spleene Or whether 't was report of her successe Or more then common feare of Cliffords Rigour Who thunders to his Captiues Blood and Death I cannot iudge but to conclude with truth Their Weapons like to Lightning came and went Our Souldiers like the Night-Owles lazie flight Or like a lazie Thresher with a Flaile Fell gently downe as if they strucke their Friends I cheer'd them vp with iustice of our Cause With promise of high pay and great Rewards But all in vaine they had no heart to fight And we in them no hope to win the day So that we fled the King vnto the Queene Lord George your Brother Norfolke and my Selfe In haste post haste are come to ioyne with you For in the Marches heere we heard you were Making another Head to fight againe Ed. Where is the Duke of Norfolke gentle Warwick And when came George from Burgundy to England War Some six miles off the Duke is with the Soldiers And for your Brother he was lately sent From your kinde Aunt Dutchesse of Burgundie With ayde of Souldiers to this needfull Warre Rich. 'T was oddes belike when valiant Warwick fled Oft haue I heard his praises in Pursuite But ne're till now his Scandall of Retire War Nor now my Scandall Richard dost thou heare For thou shalt know
Oh Ned sweet Ned speake to thy Mother Boy Can'st thou not speake O Traitors Murtherers They that stabb'd Caesar shed no blood at all Did not offend nor were not worthy Blame If this foule deed were by to equall it He was a Man this in respect a Childe And Men ne're spend their fury on a Childe What 's worse then Murtherer that I may name it No no my heart will burst and if I speake And I will speake that so my heart may burst Butchers and Villaines bloudy Caniballes How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt You haue no children Butchers if you had The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse But if you euer chance to haue a Childe Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince King Away with her go beare her hence perforce Qu. Nay neuer beare me hence dispatch me heere Here sheath thy Sword I le pardon thee my death What wilt thou not Then Clarence do it thou Cla. By heauen I will not do thee so much ease Qu. Good Clarence do sweet Clarence do thou do it Cla. Did'st thou not heare me sweare I would not do it Qu. I but thou vsest to forsweare thy selfe 'T was Sin before but now 't is Charity What wilt y u not Where is that diuels butcher Richard Hard fauor'd Richard Richard where art thou Thou art not heere Murther is thy Almes-deed Petitioners for Blood thou ne're put'st backe Ed. Away I say I charge ye beare her hence Qu. So come to you and yours as to this Prince Exit Queene Ed. Where 's Richard gone Cla. To London all in post and as I guesse To make a bloody Supper in the Tower Ed. He 's sodaine if a thing comes in his head Now march we hence discharge the common sort With Pay and Thankes and let 's away to London And see our gentle Queene how well she fares By this I hope she hath a Sonne for me Exit Enter Henry the sixt and Richard with the Lieutenant on the Wallâ— Rich. Good day my Lord what at your Booke so hard Hen. I my good Lord my Lord I should say rather T is sinne to flatter Good was little better ' Good Gloster and good Deuill were alike And both preposterous therefore not Good Lord. Rich. Sirra leaue vs to our selues we must conferre Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from y e Wolfe So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece And next his Throate vnto the Butchers Knife What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird Haue now the fatall Obiect in my eye Where my poore yong was lim'd was caught and kill'd Rich. Why what a peeuish Foole was that of Creet That taught his Sonne the office of a Fowle And yet for all his wings the Foole was drown'd Hen. I Dedaius my poore Boy Icarus Thy Father Minos that deni'de our course The Sunne that sear'd the wings of my sweet Boy Thy Brother Edward and thy Selfe the Sea Whose enuious Gulfe did swallow vp his life Ah kill me with thy Weapon not with words My brest can better brooke thy Daggers point Then can my eares that Tragicke History But wherefore dost thou come Is' t for my Life Rich. Think'st thou I am an Executioner Hen. A Persecutor I am sure thou art If murthering Innocents be Executing Why then thou art an Executioner Rich. Thy Son I kill'd for his presumption Hen. Hadst thou bin kill'd when first y u didst presume Thou had'st not liu'd to kill a Sonne of mine And thus I prophesie that many a thousand Which now mistrust no parcell of my feare And many an old mans sighe and many a Widdowes And many an Orphans water-standing-eye Men for their Sonnes Wiues for their Husbands Orphans for their Parents timeles death Shall rue the houre that euer thou was 't borne The Owle shriek'd at thy birth an euill signe The Night-Crow cry'de aboding lucklesse time Dogs howl'd and hiddeous Tempest shook down Trees The Rauen rook'd her on the Chimnies top And chatt'ring Pies in dismall Discords sung Thy Mother felt more then a Mothers paine And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope To wit an indigested and deformed lumpe Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree Teeth had'st thou in thy head when thou was 't borne To signifie thou cam'st to bite the world And if the rest be true which I haue heard Thou cam'st Rich. I le heare no more Dye Prophet in thy speech Stabbes him For this among'st the rest was I ordain'd Hen. I and for much more slaughter after this O God forgiue my sinnes and pardon thee Dyes Rich. What will the aspiring blood of Lancaster Sinke in the ground I thought it would haue mounted See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death O may such purple teares be alway shed From those that wish the downfall of our house If any sparke of Life be yet remaining Downe downe to hell and say I sent thee thither Stabs him againe I that haue neyther pitty loue nor feare Indeed 't is true that Henrie told me of For I haue often heard my Mother say I came into the world with my Legges forward Had I not reason thinke ye to make hast And seeke their Ruine that vsurp'd our Right The Midwife wonder'd and the Women cri'de O Iesus blesse vs he is borne with teeth And so I was which plainly signified That I should snarle and bite and play the dogge Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it I haue no Brother I am like no Brother And this word Loue which Gray-beards call Diuine Be resident in men like one another And not in me I am my selfe alone Clarence beware thou keept'st me from the Light But I will sort a pitchy day for thee For I will buzze abroad such Prophesies That Edward shall be fearefull of his life And then to purge his feare I le be thy death King Henry and the Prince his Son are gone Clarence thy turne is next and then the rest Counting my selfe but bad till I be best I le throw thy body in another roome And Triumph Henry in thy day of Doome Exit Flourish Enter King Queene Clarence Richard Hastings Nurse and Attendants King Once more we sit in Englands Royall Throne Re-purchac'd with the Blood of Enemies What valiant Foe-men like to Autumnes Corne Haue we mow'd downe in tops of all their pride Three Dukes of Somerset threefold Renowne For hardy and vndoubted Champions Two Cliffords as the Father and the Sonne And two Northumberlands two brauer men Ne're spurr'd their Coursers at the Trumpets sound With them the two braue Beares Warwick Montague That in their Chaines
the Duke of Norfolke King Haue I a tongue to doome my Brothers death And shall that tongue giue pardon to a slaue My Brother kill'd no man his fault was Thought And yet his punishment was bitter death Who sued to me for him Who in my wrath Kneel'd and my feet and bid me be aduis'd Who spoke of Brother-hood who spoke of loue Who told me how the poore soule did forsake The mighty Warwicke and did fight for me Who told me in the field at Tewkesbury When Oxford had me downe he rescued me And said deare Brother liue and be a King Who told me when we both lay in the Field Frozen almost to death how he did lap me Euen in his Garments and did giue himselfe All thin and naked to the numbe cold night All this from my Remembrance brutish wrath Sinfully pluckt and not a man of you Had so much grace to put it in my minde But when your Carters or your wayting Vassalls Haue done a drunken Slaughter and defac'd The precious Image of our deere Redeemer You straight are on your knees for Pardon pardon And I vniustly too must grant it you But for my Brother not a man would speake Nor I vngracious speake vnto my selfe For him poore Soule The proudest of you all Haue bin beholding to him in his life Yet none of you would once begge for his life O God! I feare thy iustice will take hold On me and you and mine and yours for this Come Hastings helpe me to my Closset Ah poore Clarence Exeunt some with K. Queen Rich. This is the fruits of rashnes Markt you not How that the guilty Kindred of the Queene Look'd pale when they did heare of Clarence death O! they did vrge it still vnto the King God will reuenge it Come Lords will you go To comfort Edward with our company Buc. We wait vpon your Grace exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the old Dutchesse of Yorke with the two children of Clarence Edw. Good Grandam tell vs is our Father dead Dutch No Boy Daugh. Why do weepe so oft And beate your Brest And cry O Clarence my vnhappy Sonne Boy Why do you looke on vs and shake your head And call vs Orphans Wretches Castawayes If that our Noble Father were aliue Dut. My pretty Cosins you mistake me both I do lament the sicknesse of the King As loath to lose him not your Fathers death It were lost sorrow to waile one that 's lost Boy Then you conclude my Grandam he is dead The King mine Vnckle is too blame for it God will reuenge it whom I will importune With earnest prayers all to that effect Daugh. And so will I. Dut. Peace children peace the King doth loue you wel Incapeable and shallow Innocents You cannot guesse who caus'd your Fathers death Boy Grandam we can for my good Vnkle Gloster Told me the King prouok'd to it by the Queene Deuis'd impeachments to imprison him And when my Vnckle told me so he wept And pittied me and kindly kist my cheeke Bad me rely on him as on my Father And he would loue me deerely as a childe Dut. Ah! that Deceit should steale such gentle shape And with a vertuous Vizor hide deepe vice He is my sonne I and therein my shame Yet from my dugges he drew not this deceit Boy Thinke you my Vnkle did dissemble Grandam Dut. I Boy Boy I cannot thinke it Hearke what noise is this Enter the Queene with her haire about her ears Riuers Dorset after her Qu. Ah! who shall hinder me to waile and weepe To chide my Fortune and torment my Selfe I le ioyne with blacke dispaire against my Soule And to my selfe become an enemie Dut. What meanes this Scene of rude impatience Qu. To make an act of Tragicke violence Edward my Lord thy Sonne our King is dead Why grow the Branches when the Roote is gone Why wither not the leaues that want their sap If you will liue Lament if dye be breefe That our swift-winged Soules may catch the Kings Or like obedient Subiects follow him To his new Kingdome of nere-changing night Dut. Ah so much interest haue in thy sorrow As I had Title in thy Noble Husband I haue be wept a worthy Husbands death And liu'd with looking on his Images But now two Mirrors of his Princely semblance Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death And I for comfort haue but one false Glasse That greeues me when I see my shame in him Thou art a Widdow yet thou art a Mother And hast the comfort of thy Children left But death hath snatch'd my Husband from mine Armes And pluckt two Crutches from my feeble hands Clarence and Edward O what cause haue I Thine being but a moity of my moane To ouer-go thy woes and drowne thy cries Boy Ah Aunt you wept not for our Fathers death How can we ayde you with our Kindred teares Daugh. Our fatherlesse distresse was left vnmoan'd Your widdow-dolour likewise be vnwept Qu. Giue me no helpe in Lamentation I am not barren to bring forth complaints All Springs reduce their currents to mine eyes That I being gouern'd by the waterie Moone May send forth plenteous teares to drowne the World Ah for my Husband for my deere Lord Edward Chil. Ah for our Father for our deere Lord Clarence Dut. Alas for both both mine Edward and Clarence Qu. What stay had I but Edward and hee 's gone Chil. What stay had we but Clarence and he 's gone Dut. What stayes had I but they and they are gone Qu. Was neuer widdow had so deere a losse Chil. Were neuer Orphans had so deere a losse Dut. Was neuer Mother had so deere a losse Alas I am the Mother of these Greefes Their woes are parcell'd mine is generall She for an Edward weepes and so do I I for a Clarence weepes so doth not shee These Babes for Clarence weepe so do not they Alas you three on me threefold distrest Power all your teares I am your sorrowes Nurse And I will pamper it with Lamentation Dor. Comfort deere Mother God is much displeas'd That you take with vnthankfulnesse his doing In common worldly things 't is call'd vngratefull With dull vnwillingnesse to repay a debt Which with a bounteous hand was kindly lent Much more to be thus opposite with heauen For it requires the Royall debt it lent you Riuers Madam bethinke you like a carefull Mother Of the young Prince your sonne send straight for him Let him be Crown'd in him your comfort liues Drowne desperate sorrow in dead Edwards graue And plant your ioyes in liuing Edwards Throne Enter Richard Buckingham Derbie Hastings and Ratcliffe Rich. Sister haue comfort all of vs haue cause To waile the dimming of our shining Starre But none can helpe our harmes by wayling them Madam my Mother I do cry you mercie I did not see your Grace Humbly on my knee I craue your Blessing Dut. God blesse thee and put meeknes in thy breast Loue Charity Obedience and
your way His Tale pronounc'd shall bury His Reasons with his Body Auf. Say no more Heere come the Lords Enter the Lords of the City All Lords You are most welcome home Auff I haue not deseru'd it But worthy Lords haue you with heede perused What I haue written to you All. We haue 1. Lord. And greeue to heare 't What faults he made before the last I thinke Might haue sound easie Fines But there to end Where he was to begin and giue away The benefit of our Leuies answering vs With our owne charge making a Treatie where There was a yeelding this admits no excuse Auf. He approaches you shall heare him Enter Coriolanus marching with Drumme and Colours The Commoners being with him Corio Haile Lords I am return'd your Souldier No more infected with my Countries loue Then when I parted hence but still subsisting Vnder your great Command You are to know That prosperously I haue attempted and With bloody passage led your Warres euen to The gates of Rome Our spoiles we haue brought home Doth more then counterpoize a full third part The charges of the Action We haue made peace With no lesse Honor to the Antiates Then shame to th' Romaines And we heere deliuer Subscrib'd by ' th' Consuls and Patricians Together with the Seale a' th Senat what We haue compounded on Auf. Read it not Noble Lords But tell the Traitor in the highest degree He hath abus'd your Powers Corio Traitor How now Auf. I Traitor Martius Corio Martius Auf. I Martius Caius Martius Do'st thou thinke I le grace thee with that Robbery thy stolne name Coriolanus in Corioles You Lords and Heads a' th' State perfidiously He ha's betray'd your businesse and giuen vp For certaine drops of Salt your City Rome I say your City to his Wife and Mother Breaking his Oath and Resolution like A twist of rotten Silke neuer admitting Counsaile a' th' warre But at his Nurses teares He whin'd and roar'd away your Victory That Pages blush'd at him and men of heart Look'd wond'ring each at others Corio Hear'st thou Mars Auf. Name not the God thou boy of Teares Corio Ha Aufid No more Corio Measurelesse Lyar thou hast made my heart Too great for what containes it Boy Oh Slaue Pardon me Lords 't is the first time that euer I was forc'd to scoul'd Your iudgments my graue Lords Must giue this Curre the Lye and his owne Notion Who weares my stripes imprest vpon him that Must beare my beating to his Graue shall ioyne To thrust the Lye vnto him 1 Lord. Peace â—oth and heare me speake Corio Cut me to peeces Volces men and Lads Staine all your edges on me Boy false Hound If you haue writ your Annales true 't is there That like an Eagle in a Doue-coat I Flatter'd your Volcians in Corioles Alone I did it Boy Auf. Why Noble Lords Will you be put in minde of his blinde Fortune Which was your shame by this vnholy Braggart 'Fore your owne eyes and eares All Consp Let him dye for 't All People Teare him to peeces do it presently He kill'd my Sonne my daughter he kill'd my Cosine Marcus he kill'd my Father 2 Lord. Peace hoe no outrage peace The man is Noble and his Fame folds in This Orbe o' th' earth His last offences to vs Shall haue Iudicious hearing Stand Auffidius And trouble not the peace Corio O that I had him with six Auffidiusses or more His Tribe to vse my lawfull Sword Auf. Insolent Villaine All Consp Kill kill kill kill kill him Draw both the Conspirators and kils Martius who falles Auffidius stands on him Lords Hold hold hold hold Auf. My Noble Masters heare me speake 1. Lord. O Tullus 2. Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat Valour will weepe 3. Lord. Tread not vpon him Masters all be quiet Put vp your Swords Auf. My Lords When you shall know as in this Rage Prouok'd by him you cannot the great danger Which this mans life did owe you you 'l reioyce That he is thus cut off Please it your Honours To call me to your Senate I le deliuer My selfe your loyall Seruant or endure Your heauiest Censure 1. Lord. Beare from hence his body And mourne you for him Let him be regarded As the most Noble Coarse that euer Herald Did follow to his Vrne 2. Lord. His owne impatience Takes from Auffidius a great part of blame Let 's make the Best of it Auf. My Rage is gone And I am strucke with sorrow Take him vp Helpe three a' th' cheefest Souldiers I le be one Beate thou the Drumme that it speake mournfully Traile your steele Pikes Though in this City hee Hath widdowed and vnchilded many a one Which to this houre bewaile the Iniury Yet he shall haue a Noble Memory Assist Exeunt bearing the Body of Martius A dead March Sounded FINIS The Lamentable Tragedy of Titus Andronicus Actus Primus Scoena Prima Flourish Enter the Tribunes and Senators aloft And then enter Saturninus and his Followers at one doore and Bassianus and his Followers at the other with Drum Colours Saturninus NOble Patricians Patrons of my right Defend the iustice of my Cause with Armes And Countrey-men my louing Followers Pleade my Successiue Title with your Swords I was the first-borne Sonne that was the last That wore the Imperiall Diadem of Rome Then let my Fathers Honours liue in me Nor wrong mine Age with this indignitie Bassianus Romaines Friends Followers Fauourers of my Right If euer Bassianus Caesars Sonne Were gracious in the eyes of Royall Rome Keepe then this passage to the Capitoll And suffer not Dishonour to approach Th' Imperiall Seate to Vertue consecrate To Iustice Continence and Nobility But let Desert in pure Election shine And Romanes fight for Freedome in your Choice Enter Marcus Andronicus aloft with the Crowne Princes that striue by Factions and by Friends Ambitiously for Rule and Empery Know that the people of Rome for whom we stand A speciall Party haue by Common voyce In Election for the Romane Emperie Chosen Andronicus Sur-named Pious For many good and great deserts to Rome A Nobler man a brauer Warriour Liues not this day within the City Walles He by the Senate is accited home From weary Warres against the barbarous Gothes That with his Sonnes a terror to our Foes Hath yoak'd a Nation strong train'd vp in Armes Ten yeares are spent since first he vndertooke This Cause of Rome and chasticed with Armes Our Enemies pride Fiue times he hath return'd Bleeding to Rome bearing his Valiant Sonnes In Coffins from the Field And now at last laden with Honours Spoyles Returnes the good Andronicus to Rome Renowned Titus flourishing in Armes Let vs intreat by Honour of his Name Whom worthily you would haue now succeede And in the Capitoll and Senates right Whom you pretend to Honour and Adore That you withdraw you and abate your Strength Dismisse your Followers and as Suters should Pleade your Deserts in Peace and Humblenesse Saturnine How
fayre the Tribune speakes To calme my thoughts Bassia Marcus Andronicus so I do affie In thy vprightnesse and Integrity And so I Loue and Honor thee and thine Thy Noble Brother Titus and his Sonnes And Her to whom my thoughts are humbled all Gracious Lauinia Romes rich Ornament That I will heere dismisse my louing Friends And to my Fortunes and the Peoples Fauour Commit my Cause in ballance to be weigh'd Exit Souldiours Saturnine Friends that haue beene Thus forward in my Right I thanke you all and heere Dismisse you all And to the Loue and Fauour of my Countrey Commit my Selfe my Person and the Cause Rome be as iust and gracious vnto me As I am confident and kinde to thee Open the Gates and let me in Bassia Tribunes and me a poore Competitor Flourish They go vp into the Senat house Enter a Captaine Cap. Romanes make way the good Andronicus Patron of Vertue Romes best Champion Successefull in the Battailes that he fights With Honour and with Fortune is return'd From whence he circumscribed with his Sword And brought to yoke the Enemies of Rome Sound Drummes and Trumpets And then enter two of Titus Sonnes After them two men bearing a Coffin couered with blacke then two other Sonnes After them Titus Andronicus and then Tamora the Queene of Gothes her two Sonnes Chiron and Demetrius with Aaron the Moore and others as many as can bee They set downe the Coffin and Titus speakes Andronicus Haile Rome Victorious in thy Mourning Weedes Loe as the Barke that hath discharg'd his fraught Returnes with precious lading to the Bay From whence at first she wegâ—h'd her Anchorage Commeth Andronicus bound with Lawrell bowes To resalute his Country with his teares Teares of true ioy for his returne to Rome Thou great defender of this Capitoll Stand gracious to the Rites that we intend Romaines of fiue and twenty Valiant Sonnes Halfe of the number that King Priam had Behold the poore remaines aliue and dead These that Suruiue let Rome reward with Loue These that I bring vnto their latest home With buriall amongst their Auncestors Heere Gothes haue giuen me leaue to sheath my Sword Titus vnkinde and carelesse of thine owne Why suffer'st thou thy Sonnes vnburied yet To houer on the dreadfull shore of Stix Make way to lay them by their Bretheren They open the Tombe There greete in silence as the dead are wont And sleepe in peace slaine in your Countries warres O sacred receptacle of my ioyes Sweet Cell of vertue and Noblitie How many Sonnes of mine hast thou in store That thou wilt neuer render to me more Luc. Giue vs the proudest prisoner of the Gothes That we may hew his limbes and on a pile Admanus fratrum sacrifice his flesh Before this earthly prison of their bones That so the shadowes be not vnappeas'd Nor we disturb'd with prodigies on earth Tit. I giue him you the Noblest that Suruiues The eldest Son of this distressed Queene Tam. Stay Romaine Bretheren gracious Conqueror Victorious Titus rue the teares I shed A Mothers teares in passion for her sonne And if thy Sonnes were euer deere to thee Oh thinke my sonnes to be as deere to mee Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome To beautifie thy Triumphs and returne Captiue to thee and to thy Romaine yoake But must my Sonnes be slaughtred in the streetes For Valiant doings in their Countries cause O! If to fight for King and Common-weale Were piety in thine it is in these Andronicus staine not thy Tombe with blood Wilt thou draw neere the nature of the Gods Draw neere them then in being mercifull Sweet mercy is Nobilities true badge Thrice Noble Titus spare my first borne sonne Tit. Patient your selfe Madam and pardon me These are the Brethren whom you Gothes beheld Aliue and dead and for their Bretheren slaine Religiously they aske a sacrifice To this your sonne is markt and die he must T' appease their groaning shadowes that are gone Luc. Away with him and make a fire straight And with our Swords vpon a pile of wood Let 's hew his limbes till they be cleane consum'd Exit Sonnes with Alarbus Tamo O cruell irreligious piety Chi. Was euer Scythia halfe so barbarous Dem. Oppose me Scythia to ambitious Rome Alarbus goes to rest and we suruiue To tremble vnder Titus threatning lookes Then Madam stand resolu'd but hope withall The selfe same Gods that arm'd the Queene of Troy With opportunitie of sharpe reuenge Vpon the Thracian Tyrant in his Tent May fauour Tamora the Queene of Gothes When Gothes were Gothes and Tamora was Queene To quit the bloody wrongs vpon her foes Enter the Sonnes of Andronicus againe Luci. See Lord and Father how we haue perform'd Our Romaine rightes Alarbus limbs are lopt And intrals feede the sacrifising fire Whose smoke like in cense doth perfume the skie Remaineth nought but to interre our Brethren And with low'd Larums welcome them to Rome Tit. Let it be so and let Andronicus Make this his latest farewell to their soules Flourish Then Sound Trumpets and lay the Coffins in the Tombe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Romes readiest Champions repose you heere in rest Secure from worldly chaunces and mishaps Heere lurks no Treason heere no enuie swels Heere grow no damned grudges heere are no stormes No noyse but silence and Eternall sleepe In peace and Honour rest you heere my Sonnes Enter Lauinia Laui In peace and Honour liue Lord Titus long My Noble Lord and Father liue in Fame Loe at this Tombe my tributarie teares I render for my Bretherens Obsequies And at thy feete I kneele with teares of ioy Shed on the earth for thy returne to Rome O blesse me heere with thy victorious hand Whose Fortune Romes best Citizens applau'd Ti. Kind Rome That hast thus louingly reseru'd The Cordiall of mine age to glad my hart Lauinia liue out-liue thy Fathers dayes And Fames eternall date for vertues praise Marc. Long liue Lord Titus my beloued brother Gracious Triumpher in the eyes of Rome Tit. Thankes Gentle Tribune Noble brother Marcus Mar. And welcome Nephews from succesfull wars You that suruiue and you that sleepe in Fame Faire Lords your Fortunes are all alike in all That in your Countries seruice drew your Swords But safer Triumph is this Funerall Pompe That hath aspir'd to Solons Happines And Triumphs ouer chaunce in honours bed Titus Andronicus the people of Rome Whose friend in iustice thou hast euer bene Send thee by me their Tribune and their trust This Palliament of white and spotlesse Hue And name thee in Election for the Empire With these our late deceased Emperours Sonnes Be Candidatus then and put it on And helpe to set a head on headlesse Rome Tit. A better head her Glorious body fits Then his that shakes for age and feeblenesse What should I d'on this Robe and trouble you Be chosen with proclamations to day To morrow yeeld vp rule resigne my life And set abroad new businesse
He craues a parly at your Fathers house Willing you to demand your Hostages And they shall be immediately deliuered Goth. What saies our Generall Luc. Emillius let the Emperour giue his pledges Vnto my Father and my Vncle Marcus Flourish And we will come I march away Exeunt Enter Tamora and her two Sonnes disguised Tam. Thus in this strange and sad Habilliament I will encounter with Andronicus And say I am Reuenge sent from below To ioyne with him and right his hainous wrongs Knocke at his study where they say he keepes To ruminate strange plots of dire Reuenge Tell him Reuenge is come to ioyne with him And worke confusion on his Enemies They knocke and Titus opens his study dore Tit. Who doth mollest my Contemplation Is it your tricke to make me ope the dore That so my sad decrees may flie away And all my studie be to no effect You are deceiu'd for what I meane to do See heere in bloody lines I haue set downe And what is written shall be executed Tam. Titus I am come to talke with thee Tit. No not a word how can I grace my talke Wanting a hand to giue it action Thou hast the ods of me therefore no more Tam. If thou did'st know me Thou would'st talke with me Tit. I am not mad I know thee well enough Witnesse this wretched stump Witnesse these crimson lines Witnesse these Trenches made by griefe and care Witnesse the trying day and heauie night Witnesse all sorrow that I know thee well For our proud Empresse Mighty Tamora Is not thy comming for my other hand Tamo Know thou sad man I am not Tamora She is thy Enemie and I thy Friend I am Reuenge sent from th' infernall Kingdome To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light Conferre with me of Murder and of Death Ther 's not a hollow Caue or lurking place No Vast obscurity or Misty vale Where bloody Murther or detested Rape Can couch for feare but I will finde them out And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name Reuenge which makes the foule offenders quake Tit. Art thou Reuenge and art thou sent to me To be a torment to mine Enemies Tam. I am therefore come downe and welcome me Tit. Doe me some seruice ere I come to thee Loe by thy side where Rape and Murder stands Now giue some surance that thou art Reuenge Stab them or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles And then I le come and be thy Waggoner And whirle along with thee about the Globes Prouide thee two proper Palfries as blacke as Iet To hale thy vengefull Waggon swift away And finde out Murder in their guilty cares And when thy Car is loaden with their heads I will dismount and by the Waggon wheele Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long Euen from Eptons rising in the East Vntill his very downefall in the Sea And day by day I le do this heauy taske So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there Tam. These are my Ministers and come with me Tit. Are them thy Ministers what are they call'd Tam. Rape and Murder therefore called so Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men Tit. Good Lord how like the Empresse Son they are And you the Empresse But we worldly men Haue miserable mad mistaking eyes Oh sweet Reuenge now do I come to thee And if one armes imbracement will content thee I will imbrace thee in it by and by Tam. This closing with him fits his Lunacie What ere I forge to feede his braine-sicke fits Do you vphold and maintaine in your speeches For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge And being Credulous in this mad thought I le make him send for Lucius his Sonne And whil'st I at a Banquet hold him sure I le find some cunning practise out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddle Gothes Or at the least make them his Enemies See heere he comes and I must play my theame Tit. Long haue I bene forlorne and all for thee Welcome dread Fury to my woofull house Rapine and Murther you are welcome too How like the Empresse and her Sonnes you are Well are you fitted had you but a Moore Could not all hell afford you such a deuill For well I wote the Empresse neuer wags But in her company there is a Moore And would you represent our Queene aright It were conuenient you had such a deuill But welcome as you are what shall we doe Tam. What would'st thou haue vs doe Andronicus Dem. Shew me a Murtherer I le deale with him Chi. Shew me a Villaine that hath done a Rape And I am sent to be reueng'd on him Tam. Shew me a thousand that haue done thee wrong And I le be reuenged on them all Tit. Looke round about the wicked streets of Rome And when thou find'st a man that 's like thy selfe Good Murder stab him hee 's a Murtherer Goe thou with him and when it is thy hap To finde another that is like to thee Good Rapine stab him he is a Rauisher Go thou with them and in the Emperours Court There is a Queene attended by a Moore Well maist thou know her by thy owne proportion For vp and downe she doth resemble thee I pray thee doe on them some violent death They haue bene violent to me and mine Tam. Well hast thou lesson'd vs this shall we do But would it please thee good Andronicus To send for Lucius thy thrice Valiant Sonne Who leades towards Rome a Band of Warlike Gothes And bid him come and Banquet at thy house When he is heere euen at thy Solemne Feast I will bring in the Empresse and her Sonnes The Emperour himselfe and all thy Foes And at thy mercy shall they stoop and kneele And on them shalt thou ease thy angry heart What saies Andronicus to this deuise Enter Marcus Tit. Marcus my Brother 't is sad Titus calls Go gentle Marcus to thy Nephew Lucius Thou shalt enquire him out among the Gothes Bid him repaire to me and bring with him Some of the chiefest Princes of the Gothes Bid him encampe his Souldiers where they are Tell him the Emperour and the Empresse too Feasts at my house and he shall Feast with them This do thou for my loue and so let him As he regards his aged Fathers life Mar. This will I do and soone returne againe Tam. Now will I hence about thy businesse And take my Ministers along with me Tit. Nay nay let Rape and Murder stay with me Or els I le call my Brother backe againe And cleaue to no reuenge but Lucius Tam. What say you Boyes will you bide with him Whiles I goe tell my Lord the Emperour How I haue gouern'd our determined iest Yeeld to his Humour smooth and speake him faire And tarry with him till I turne againe Tit. I know them all though they suppose me mad And will ore-reach them in their owne
this Tassell gentle backe againe Bondage is hoarse and may not speake aloud Else would I teare the Caue where Eccho lies And make her ayrie tongue more hoarse then With repetition of my Romeo Rom. It is my soule that calls vpon my name How siluer sweet sound Louers tongues by night Like softest Musicke to attending eares Iul. Romeo Rom. My Neece Iul. What a clock to morrow Shall I send to thee Rom. By the houre of nine Iul. I will not faile 't is twenty yeares till then I haue forgot why I did call thee backe Rom. Let me stand here till thou remember it Iul. I shall forget to haue thee still stand there Remembring how I Loue thy company Rom. And I le still stay to haue thee still forget Forgetting any other home but this Iul. 'T is almost morning I would haue thee gone And yet no further then a wantons Bird That let 's it hop a little from his hand Like a poore prisoner in his twisted Gyues And with a silken thred plucks it backe againe So louing Iealous of his liberty Rom. I would I were thy Bird. Iul. Sweet so would I Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing Good night good night Rom. Parting is such sweete sorrow That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow Iul. Sleepe dwell vpon thine eyes peace in thy brest Rom. Would I were sleepe and peace so sweet to rest The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Clouds with streakes of light And darknesse fleckel'd like a drunkard reeles From forth dayes pathway made by Titans wheeles Hence will I to my ghostly Fries close Cell His helpe to craue and my deare hap to tell Exit Enter Frier alone with a basket Fri. The gray ey'd morne smiles on the frowning night Checkring the Easterne Cloudes with streaks of light And fleckled darknesse like a drunkard reeles From forth daies path and Titans burning wheeles Now ere the Sun aduance his burning eye The day to cheere and nights danke dew to dry I must vpfill this Osier Cage of ours With balefull weedes and precious Iuiced flowers The earth that 's Natures mother is her Tombe What is her burying graue that is her wombe And from her wombe children of diuers kind We sucking on her naturall bosome find Many for many vertues excellent None but for some and yet all different Omickle is the powerfull grace that lies In Plants Hearbs stones and their true qualities For nought so vile that on the earth doth liue But to the earth some speciall good doth giue Nor ought so good but strain'd from that faire vse Reuolts from true birth stumbling on abuse Vertue it selfe turnes vice being misapplied And vice sometime by action dignified Enter Romeo Within the infant rin'd of this weake flower Poyson hath residence and medicine power For this being smelt with that part cheares each part Being tasted slayes all sences with the heart Two such opposed Kings encampe them still In man as well as Hearbes grace and rude will And where the worser is predominant Full soone the Canker death eates vp that Plant. Rom. Good morrow Father Fri. Benedecite What early tongue so sweet saluteth me Young Sonne it argues a distempered head So soone to bid goodmorrow to thy bed Care keepes his watch in euery old mans eye And where Care lodges sleepe will neuer lye But where vnbrused youâ—h with vnstuft braine Doth couch his lims there golden sleepe doth raigne Therefore thy earlinesse doth me assure Thou art vprous'd with some diftemprature Or if not so then here I hit it right Our Romeo hath not beene in bed to night Rom. That last is true the sweeter rest was mine Fri. God pardon sin wast thou with Rosaline Rom. With Rosaline my ghostly Father No I haue forgot that name and that names woe Fri. That 's my good Son but wher hast thou bin then Rom. I le tell thee ere thou aske it me agen I haue beene feasting with mine enemie Where on a sâ—dden one hath wounded me That 's by me wounded both our remedies Within thy helpe and holy phisicke lies I beare no hatred blessed man for loe My intercession likewise steads my foe Fri. Be plaine good Son rest homely in thy drift Ridling confession findes but ridling shrift Rom Then plainly know my hearts deare Loue is set On the faire daughter of rich Capulet As mine on hers so hers is set on mine And all combin'd saue what thou must combine By holy marriage when and where and how We met we wooed and made exchange of vow I le tell thee as we passe but this I pray That thou consent to marrie vs to day Fri. Holy S. Francis what a change is heere Is Rosaline that thou didst Loue so deare So soone forsaken young mens Loue then lies Not truely in their hearts but in their eyes Iesu Maria what a deale of brine Hath washt thy sallow cheekes for Rosaline How much salt water throwne away in wast To season Loue that of it doth not tast The Sun not yet thy sighes from heauen cleares Thy old grones yet ringing in my auncient eares Lo here vpon thy cheeke the staine doth sit Of an old teare that is not washt off yet If ere thou wast thy selfe and these woes thine Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline And art thou chang'd pronounce this sentence then Women may fall when there 's no strength in men Rom. Thou chid'st me oft for louing Rosaline Fri. For doting not for louing pupill mine Rom. And bad'st me bury Loue. Fri. Not in a graue To lay one in another out to haue Rom. I pray thee chide me not her I Loue now Doth grace for grace and Loue for Loue allow The other did not so Fri. O she knew well Thy Loue did read by rote that could not spell But come young wauerer come goe with me In one respect I le thy assistant be For this alliance may so happy proue To turne your houshould rancor to pure Loue. Rom. O let vs hence I stand on sudden hast Fri. Wisely and slow they stumble that run fast Exeunt Enter Benuolio and Mercutio Mer. Where the deuâ—le should this Romeo be came he not home to night Ben. Not to his Fathers I spoke with his man Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench that Rosaline torments him so that he will sure run mad Ben. Tibalt the kinsman to old Capulet hath sent a Letter to his Fathers house Mer. A challenge on my life Ben. Romeo will answere it Mer. Any man that can write may answere a Letter Ben. Nay he will answere the Letters Maister how he dares being dared Mer. Alas poore Romeo he is already dead stab'd with a white wencheâ— blacke eye runne through the eare with a Loue song the very pinne of his heart cleft with the blind Bowe-boyes but-shaft and is he a man to encounter Tybalt Ben. Why what is Tibalt Mer. More then Prince of Cats Oh hee 's the
a Courtier to conuince the Honour of my Mistris if in the holding or losse of that you terme her fraile I do nothing doubt you haue store of Theeues notwithstanding I feare not my Ring Phil. Let vs leaue heere Gentlemen Post Sir with all my heart This worthy Signior I thanke him makes no stranger of me we are familiar at first Iach. With fiue times so much conuersation I should get ground of your faire Mistris make her go backe euen to the yeilding had I admittance and opportunitie to friend Post No no. Iach. I dare thereupon pawne the moytie of my Estate to your Ring which in my opinion o're-values it something but I make my wager rather against your Confidence then her Reputation And to barre your offence heerein to I durst attempt it against any Lady in the world Post You are a great deale abus'd in too bold a perswasion and I doubt not you sustaine what y' are worthy of by your Attempt Iach. What 's that Posth A Repulse though your Attempt as you call it deserue more a punishment too Phi. Gentlemen enough of this it came in too sodainely let it dye as it was borne and I pray you be better acquainted Iach. Would I had put my Estate and my Neighbors on th' approbation of what I haue spoke Post What Lady would you chuse to assaile Iach. Yours whom in constancie you thinke stands so safe I will lay you ten thousands Duckets to your Ring that commend me to the Court where your Lady is with no more aduantage then the opportunitie of a second conference and I will bring from thence that Honor of hers which you imagine so reseru'd Posthmus I will wage against your Gold Gold to it My Ring I holde deere as my finger 't is part of it Iach. You are a Friend and there in the wiser if you buy Ladies flesh at a Million a Dram you cannot preseure it from tainting but I see you haue some Religion in you that you feare Posthu This is but a custome in your tongue you beare a grauer purpose I hope Iach. I am the Master of my speeches and would vnder-go what 's spoken I sweare Posthu Will you I shall but lend my Diamond till your returne let there be Couenants drawne between 's My Mistris exceedes in goodnesse the hugenesse of your vnworthy thinking I dare you to this match heere 's my Ring Phil. I will haue it no lay Iach. By the Gods it is one if I bring you no sufficient testimony that I haue enioy'd the deerest bodily part of your Mistris my ten thousand Duckets are yours so is your Diamond too if I come off and leaue her in such honour as you haue trust in Shee your Iewell this your Iewell and my Gold are yours prouided I haue your commendation for my more free entertainment Post I embrace these Conditions let vs haue Articles betwixt vs onely thus farre you shall answere if you make your voyage vpon her and giue me directly to vnderstand you haue preuayl'd I am no further your Enemy shee is not worth our debate If shee remaine vnseduc'd you not making it appeare otherwise for your ill opinion and th' assault you haue made to her chastity you shall answer me with your Sword Iach. Your hand a Couenant wee will haue these things set downe be lawfull Counsell and straight away for Britaine least the Bargaine should catch colde and sterue I will fetch my Gold and haue our two Wagers recorded Post Agreed French Will this hold thinke you Phil. Signior Iachimo will not from it Pray let vs follow ' em Exeunt Scena Sexta Enter Queene Ladies and Cornelius Qu. Whiles yet the dewe's on ground Gather those Flowers Make haste Who ha's the note of them Lady I Madam Queen Dispatch Exit Ladies Now Master Doctor haue you brought those drugges Cor. Pleaseth your Highnes I here they are Madam But I beseech your Grace without offence My Conscience bids me aske wherefore you haue Commanded of me these most poysonous Compounds Which are the moouers of a languishing death But though slow deadly Qu. I wonder Doctor Thou ask'st me such a Question Haue I not bene Thy Pupill long Hast thou not learn'd me how To make Perfumes Distill Preserue Yea so That our great King himselfe doth woo me oft For my Confections Hauing thus farre proceeded Vnlesse thou think'st me diuellish is' t not meete That I did amplifie my iudgement in Other Conclusions I will try the forces Of these thy Compounds on such Creatures as We count not worth the hanging but none humane To try the vigour of them and apply Allayments to their Act and by them gather Their seuerall vertues and effects Cor. Your Highnesse Shall from this practise but make hard your heart Besides the seeing these effects will be Both noysome and infectious Qu. O content thee Enter Pisanio Heere comes a flattering Rascall vpon him Will I first worke Hee 's for his Master And enemy to my Sonne How now Pisanio Doctor your seruice for this time is ended Take your owne way Cor. I do suspect you Madam But you shall do no harme Qu. Hearke thee a word Cor. I do not like her She doth thinke she ha's Strange ling'ring poysons I do know her spirit And will not trust one of her malice with A drugge of such damn'd Nature Those she ha's Will stupifie and dull the Sense a-while Which first perchance shee 'l proue on Cats and Dogs Then afterward vp higher but there is No danger in what shew of death it makes More then the locking vp the Spirits a time To be more fresh reuiuing She is fool'd With a most false effect and I the truer So to be false with her Qu. No further seruice Doctor Vntill I send for thee Cor. I humbly take my leaue Exit Qu. Weepes she still saist thou Dost thou thinke in time She will not quench and let instructions enter Where Folly now possesses Do thou worke When thou shalt bring me word she loues my Sonne I le tell thee on the instant thou art then As great as is thy Master Greater for His Fortunes all lye speechlesse and his name Is at last gaspe Returne he cannot nor Continue where he is To shift his being Is to exchange one misery with another And euery day that comes comes to decay A dayes worke in him What shalt thou expect To be depender on a thing that leanes Who cannot be new built nor ha's no Friends So much as but to prop him Thou tak'st vp Thou know'st not what But take it for thy labour It is a thing I made which hath the King Fiue times redeem'd from death I do not know What is more Cordiall Nay I prythee take it It is an earnest of a farther good That I meane to thee Tell thy Mistris how The case stands with her doo 't as from thy selfe Thinke what a chance thou changest on but thinke Thou hast thy Mistris still to boote