our oppression hath made vp this league Arme arme you heauens against these periur'd Kings A widdow cries be husband to me heauens Let not the howres of this vngodly day Weare out the daies in Peace but ere Sun-set Set armed discord 'twixt these periur'd Kings Heare me Oh heare me Aust Lady Constance peace Const War war no peace peace is to me a warre O Lymoges O Austria thou dost shame That bloudy spoyle thou slaue thou wretch y u coward Thou little valiant great in villanie Thou euer strong vpon the stronger side Thou Fortunes Champion that do'st neuer fight But when her humourous Ladiship is by To teach thee safety thou art periur'd too And sooth'st vp greatnesse What a foole art thou A ramping foole to brag and stamp and sweare Vpon my partie thou cold blooded slaue Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side Beene sworne my Souldier bidding me depend Vpon thy starres thy fortune and thy strength And dost thou now fall ouer to my foes Thou weare a Lyons hide doff it for shame And hang a Calues skin on those recreant limbes Aus O that a man should speake those words to me Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs Aus Thou dar'st not say so villaine for thy life Phil. And hang a Calues-skin on those recreant limbs Iohn We like not this thou dost forget thy selfe Enter Pandulph Fra. Heere comes the holy Legat of the Pope Pan. Haile you annointed deputies of heauen To thee King Iohn my holy errand is I Pandulph of faire Millane Cardinall And from Pope Innocent the Legate heere Doe in his name religiously demand Why thou against the Church our holy Mother So wilfully dost spurne and force perforce Keepe Stephen Langton chosen Arshbishop Of Canterbury from that holy Sea This in our foresaid holy Fathers name Pope Innocent I doe demand of thee Iohn What earthie name to Interrogatories Can tast the free breath of a sacred King Thou canst not Cardinall deuise a name So slight vnworthy and ridiculous To charge me to an answere as the Pope Tell him this tale and from the mouth of England Adde thus much more that no Italian Priest Shall tythe or toll in our dominions But as we vnder heauen are supreame head So vnder him that great supremacy Where we doe reigne we will alone vphold Without th' assistance of a mortall hand So tell the Pope all reuerence set apart To him and his vsurp'd authoritie Fra. Brother of England you blaspheme in this Iohn Though you and all the Kings of Christendom Are led so grossely by this medling Priest Dreading the curse that money may buy out And by the merit of vilde gold drosse dust Purchase corrupted pardon of a man Who in that sale sels pardon from himselfe Though you and al the rest so grossely led This iugling witchcraft with reuennue cherish Yet I alone alone doe me oppose Against the Pope and count his friends my foes Pand. Then by the lawfull power that I haue Thou shalt stand curst and excommunicate And blessed shall he be that doth reuolt From his Allegeance to an heretique And meritorious shall that hand be call'd Canonized and worship'd as a Saint That takes away by any secret course Thy hatefull life Con. O lawfull let it be That I haue roome with Rome to curse a while Good Father Cardinall cry thou Amen To my keene curses for without my wrong There is no tongue hath power to curse him right Pan. There 's Law and Warrant Lady for my curse Cons And for mine too when Law can do no right Let it be lawfull that Law barre no wrong Law cannot giue my childe his kingdome heere For he that holds his Kingdome holds the Law Therefore since Law it selfe is perfect wrong How can the Law forbid my tongue to curse Pand. Philip of France on perill of a curse Let goe the hand of that Arch-heretique And raise the power of France vpon his head Vnlesse he doe submit himselfe to Rome Elea. Look'st thou pale France do not let go thy hand Con. Looke to that Deuill lest that France repent And by disioyning hands hell lose a soule Aust King Philip listen to the Cardinall Bast And hang a Calues-skin on his recreant limbs Aust Well ruffian I must pocket vp these wrongs Because Bast Your breeches best may carry them Iohn Philip what saist thou to the Cardinall Con. What should he say but as the Cardinall Dolph Bethinke you father for the difference Is purchase of a heauy curse from Rome Or the light losse of England for a friend Forgoe the easier Bla. Thatâ—s the curse of Rome Con. O Lewis stand fast the deuill tempts thee heere In likenesse of a new vntrimmed Bride Bla. The Lady Constance speakes not from her faith But from her need Con. Oh if thou grant my need Which onely liues but by the death of faith That need must needs inferre this principle That faith would liue againe by death of need O then tread downe my need and faith mounts vp Keepe my need vp and faith is trodden downe Iohn The king is moud and answers not to this Con. O be remou'd from him and answere well Aust Doe so king Philip hang no more in doubt Bast Hang nothing but a Calues skin most sweet lout Fra. I am perplext and know not what to say Pan. What canst thou say but wil perplex thee more If thou stand excommunicate and curst Fra. Good reuerend father make my person yours And tell me how you would bestow your selfe This royall hand and mine are newly knit And the coniunction of our inward soules Married in league coupled and link'd together With all religous strength of sacred vowes The latest breath that gaue the sound of words Was deepe-sworne faith peace amity true loue Betweene our kingdomes and our royall selues And euen before this truce but new before No longer then we well could wash our hands To clap this royall bargaine vp of peace Heauen knowes they were besmear'd and ouer-staind With slaughters pencill where reuenge did paint The fearefull difference of incensed kings And shall these hands so lately purg'd of bloud So newly ioyn'd in loue so strong in both Vnyoke this seysure and this kinde regreete Play fast and loose with faith so iest with heauen Make such vnconstant children of our selues As now againe to snatch our palme from palme Vn-sweare faith sworne and on the marriage bed Of smiling peace to march a bloody hoast And make a ryot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity O holy Sir My reuerend father let it not be so Out of your grace deuise ordaine impose Some gentle order and then we shall be blest To doe your pleasure and continue friends Pand. All forme is formelesse Order orderlesse Saue what is opposite to Englands loue Therefore to Armes be Champion of our Church Or let the Church our mother breathe her curse A mothers curse on her reuolting sonne France thou maist hold a serpent by
teares of Innocencie and tearmes of Zeale My Father in kinde heart and pitty mou'd Swore him assistance and perform'd it too Now when the Lords and Barons of the Realme Perceiu'd Northumberland did leane to him The more and lesse came in with Cap and Knee Met him in Boroughs Cities Villages Attended him on Bridges stood in Lanes Layd Gifts before him proffer'd him their Oathes Gaue him their Heires as Pages followed him Euen at the heeles in golden multitudes He presently as Greatnesse knowes it selfe Steps me a little higher then his Vow Made to my Father while his blood was poore Vpon the naked shore at Rauenspurgh And now forsooth takes on him to reforme Some certaine Edicts and some strait Decrees That lay too heauie on the Common-wealth Cryes out vpon abuses seemes to weepe Ouer his Countries Wrongs and by this Face This seeming Brow of Iustice did he winne The hearts of all that hee did angle for Proceeded further cut me off the Heads Of all the Fauorites that the absent King In deputation left behinde him heere When hee was personall in the Irish Warre Blunt Tut I came not to heare this Hotsp Then to the point In short time after hee depos'd the King Soone after that depriu'd him of his Life And in the neck of that task't the whole State To make that worse suffer'd his Kinsman March Who is if euery Owner were plac'd Indeede his King to be engag'd in Wales There without Ransome to lye forfeited Disgrac'd me in my happie Victories Sought to intrap me by intelligence Rated my Vnckle from the Councell-Boord In rage dismiss'd my Father from the Court Broke Oath on Oath committed Wrong on Wrong And in conclusion droue vs to seeke out This Head of safetie and withall to prie Into his Title the which wee finde Too indirect for long continuance Blunt Shall I returne this answer to the King Hotsp Not so Sir Walter Wee 'le with-draw a while Goe to the King and let there be impawn'd Some suretie for a safe returne againe And in the Morning early shall my Vnckle Bring him our purpose and so farewell Blunt I would you would accept of Grace and Loue. Hotsp And 't may be so wee shall Blunt Pray Heauen you doe Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter the Arch-Bishop of Yorke and Sir Michell Arch. Hie good Sir Michell beare this sealed Briefe With winged haste to the Lord Marshall This to my Cousin Scroope and all the rest To whom they are directed If you knew how much they doe Import You would make haste Sir Mich. My good Lord I guesse their tenor Arch. Like enough you doe To morrow good Sir Michell is a day Wherein the fortune of ten thousand men Must bide the touch For Sir at Shrewsbury As I am truly giuen to vnderstand The King with mightie and quick-raysed Power Meetes with Lord Harry and I feare Sir Michell What with the sicknesse of Northumberland Whose Power was in the first proportion And what with Owen Glendowers absence thence Who with them was rated firmely too And comes not in ouer-rul'd by Prophecies I feare the Power of Percy is too weake To wage an instant tryall with the King Sir Mich. Why my good Lord you need not feare There is Dowglas and Lord Mortimer Arch. No Mortimer is not there Sir Mich. But there is Mordake Vernon Lord Harry Percy And there is my Lord of Worcester And a Head of gallant Warriors Noble Gentlemen Arch. And so there is but yet the King hath drawne The speciall head of all the Land together The Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster The Noble Westmerland and warlike Blunt And many moe Corriuals and deare men Of estimation and command in Armes Sir M. Doubt not my Lord he shall be well oppos'd Arch. I hope no lesse Yet needfull 't is to feare And to preuent the worst Sir Michell speed For if Lord Percy thriue not ere the King Dismisse his power he meanes to visit vs For he hath heard of our Confederacie And 't is but Wisedome to make strong against him Therefore make hast I must go write againe To other Friends and so farewell Sir Michell Exeunt Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter the King Prince of Wales Lord Iohn of Lancaster Earle of Westmerland Sir Walter Blunt and Falstaffe King How bloodily the Sunne begins to peere Aboue you busky hill the day lookes pale At his distemperature Prin. The Southerne winde Doth play the Trumpet to his purposes And by his hollow whistling in the Leaues Fortels a Tempest and a blust'ring day King Then with the losers let it sympathize For nothing can seeme foule to those that win The Trumpet sounds Enter Worcester King How now my Lord of Worster 'T is not well That you and I should meet vpon such tearmes As now we meet You haue deceiu'd our trust And made vs doffe our easie Robes of Peace To crush our old limbes in vngentle Steele This is not well my Lord this is not well What say you to it Will you againe vnknit This churlish knot of all-abhorred Warre And moue in that obedient Orbe againe Where you did giue a faire and naturall light And be no more an exhall'd Meteor A prodigie of Feare and a Portent Of broached Mischeefe to the vnborne Times Wor. Heare me my Liege For mine owne part I could be well content To entertaine the Lagge-end of my life With quiet houres For I do protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike King You haue not sought it how comes it then Fal. Rebellion lay in his way and he found it Prin. Peace Chewet peace Wor. It pleas'd your Maiesty to turne your lookes Of Fauour from my Selfe and all our House And yet I must remember you my Lord We were the first and dearest of your Friends For you my staffe of Office did I breake In Richards time and poasted day and night To meete you on the way and kisse your hand When yet you were in place and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I It was my Selfe my Brother and his Sonne That brought you home and boldly did out-dare The danger of the time You swore to vs And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster That you did nothing of purpose ' gainst the State Nor claime no further then your new-falne right The seate of Gaunt Dukedome of Lancaster To this we sware our aide But in short space It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you What with our helpe what with the absent King What with the iniuries of wanton time The seeming sufferances that you had borne And the contrarious Windes that held the King So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres That all in England did repute him dead And from this swarme of faire aduantages You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd To gripe the generall sway into your hand Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster And being fed by vs you vs'd vs so
beene any Christome Child a parted eu'n iust betweene Twelue and One eu'n at the turning o' th' Tyde for after I saw him sumble with the Sheets and play with Flowers and smile vpon his fingers end I knew there was but one way for his Nose was as sharpe as a Pen and a Table of greene fields How now Sir Iohn quoth I what man be a good cheare so a cryed out God God God three or foure times now I to comfort him bid him a should not thinke of God I hop'd there was no neede to trouble himselfe with any such thoughts yet so a bad me lay more Clothes on his feet I put my hand into the Bed and felt them and they were as cold as any stone then I felt to his knees and so vp-peer'd and vpward and all was as cold as any stone Nim. They say he cryed out of Sack Hostesse I that a did Bard. And of Women Hostesse Nay that a did not Boy Yes that a did and said they were Deules incarnate Woman A could neuer abide Carnation 't was a Colour he neuer lik'd Boy A said once the Deule would haue him about Women Hostesse A did in some sort indeed handle Women but then hee was rumatique and talk'd of the Whore of Babylon Boy Doe you not remember a saw a Flea sticke vpon Bardolphs Nose and a said it was a blacke Soule burning in Hell Bard. Well the fuell is gone that maintain'd that fire that 's all the Riches I got in his seruice Nim. Shall wee shogg the King will be gone from Southampton Pist Come let 's away My Loue giue me thy Lippes Looke to my Chattels and my Moueables Let Sences rule The world is Pitch and pay trust none for Oathes are Strawes mens Faiths are Wafer-Cakes and hold-fast is the onely Dogge My Ducke therefore Caueto bee thy Counsailor Goe cleare thy Chrystalls Yoke-fellowes in Armes let vs to France like Horse-leeches my Boyes to sucke to sucke the very blood to sucke Boy And that 's but vnwholesome food they say Pist Touch her soft mouth and march Bard. Farwell Hostesse Nim. I cannot kisse that is the humor of it but adieu Pist Let Huswiferie appeare keepe close I thee command Hostesse Farwell adieu Exeunt Flourish Enter the French King the Dolphin the Dukes of Berry and Britaine King Thus comes the English with full power vpon vs And more then carefully it vs concernes To answer Royally in our defences Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Britaine Of Brabant and of Orleance shall make forth And you Prince Dolphin with all swift dispatch To lyne and new repayre our Townes of Warre With men of courage and with meanes defendant For England his approaches makes as fierce As Waters to the sucking of a Gulfe It fits vs then to be as prouident As feare may teach vs out of late examples Left by the fatall and neglected English Vpon our fields Dolphin My most redoubted Father It is most meet we arme vs ' gainst the Foe For Peace it selfe should not so dull a Kingdome Though War nor no knowne Quarrel were in question But that Defences Musters Preparations Should be maintain'd assembled and collected As were a Warre in expectation Therefore I say 't is meet we all goe forth To view the sick and feeble parts of France And let vs doe it with no shew of feare No with no more then if we heard that England Were busied with a Whitson Morris-dance For my good Liege shee is so idly King'd Her Scepter so phantastically borne By a vaine giddie shallow humorous Youth That feare attends her not Const. O peace Prince Dolphin You are too much mistaken in this King Question your Grace the late Embassadors With what great State he heard their Embassie How well supply'd with Noble Councellors How modest in exception and withall How terrible in constant resolution And you shall find his Vanities fore-spent Were but the out-side of the Roman Brutus Couering Discretion with a Coat of Folly As Gardeners doe with Ordure hide those Roots That shall first spring and be most delicate Dolphin Well 't is not so my Lord High Constable But though we thinke it so it is no matter In cases of defence 't is best to weigh The Enemie more mightie then he seemes So the proportions of defence are fill'd Which of a weake and niggardly proiection Doth like a Miser spoyle his Coat with scanting A little Cloth King Thinke we King Harry strong And Princes looke you strongly arme to meet him The Kindred of him hath beene flesht vpon vs And he is bred out of that bloodie straine That haunted vs in our familiar Pathes Witnesse our too much memorable shame When Cressy Battell fatally was strucke And all our Princes captiu'd by the hand Of that black Name Edward black Prince of Wales Whiles that his Mountaine Sire on Mountaine standing Vp in the Ayre crown'd with the Golden Sunne Saw his Heroicall Seed and smil'd to see him Mangle the Worke of Nature and deface The Patternes that by God and by French Fathers Had twentie yeeres been made This is a Stem Of that Victorious Stock and let vs feare The Natiue mightinesse and fate of him Enter a Messenger Mess Embassadors from Harry King of England Doe craue admittance to your Maiestie King Wee le giue them present audience Goe and bring them You see this Chase is hotly followed friends Dolphin Turne head and stop pursuit for coward Dogs Most spend their mouths whē what they seem to threaten Runs farre before them Good my Soueraigne Take vp the English short and let them know Of what a Monarchie you are the Head Selfe-loue my Liege is not so vile a sinne As selfe-neglecting Enter Exeter King From our Brother of England Exe. From him and thus he greets your Maiestie He wills you in the Name of God Almightie That you deuest your selfe and lay apart The borrowed Glories that by gift of Heauen By Law of Nature and of Nations longs To him and to his Heires namely the Crowne And all wide-stretched Honors that pertaine By Custome and the Ordinance of Times Vnto the Crowne of France that you may know 'T is no sinister nor no awk-ward Clayme Pickt from the worme-holes of long-vanisht dayes Nor from the dust of old Obliuion rakt He sends you this most memorable Lyne In euery Branch truly demonstratiue Willing you ouer-looke this Pedigree And when you find him euenly deriu'd From his most fam'd of famous Ancestors Edward the third he bids you then resigne Your Crowne and Kingdome indirectly held From him the Natiue and true Challenger King Or else what followes Exe. Bloody constraint for if you hide the Crowne Euen in your hearts there will he rake for it Therefore in fierce Tempest is he comming In Thunder and in Earth-quake like a Ioue That if requiring faile he will compell And bids you in the Bowels of the Lord Deliuer vp the Crowne and to take mercie On the poore Soules
your Tents Const Who hath measur'd the ground Mess The Lord Grandpree Const A valiant and most expert Gentleman Would it were day Alas poore Harry of England hee longs not for the Dawning as wee doe Orleance What a wretched and peeuish fellow is this King of England to mope with his fat-brain'd followers so farre out of his knowledge Const If the English had any apprehension they would runne away Orleance That they lack for if their heads had any intellectuall Armour they could neuer weare such heauie Head-pieces Ramb. That Iland of England breedes very valiant Creatures their Mastiffes are of vnmatchable courage Orleance Foolish Curres that runne winking into the mouth of a Russian Beare and haue their heads crusht like rotten Apples you may as well say that 's a valiant Flea that dare eate his breakefast on the Lippe of a Lyon Const Iust iust and the men doe sympathize with the Mastiffes in robustious and rough comming on leauing their Wits with their Wiues and then giue them great Meales of Beefe and Iron and Steele they will eate like Wolues and fight like Deuils Orleance I but these English are shrowdly out of Beefe Const. Then shall we finde to morrow they haue only stomackes to eate and none to fight Now is it time to arme come shall we about it Orleance It is now two a Clock but let me see by ten Wee shall haue each a hundred English men Exeunt Actus Tertius Chorus Now entertaine coniecture of a time When creeping Murmure and the poring Darke Fills the wide Vessell of the Vniuerse From Camp to Camp through the foule Womb of Night The Humme of eyther Army stilly sounds That the fixt Centinels almost receiue The secret Whispers of each others Watch. Fire answers fire and through their paly flames Each Battaile sees the others vmber'd face Steed threatens Steed in high and boastfull Neighs Piercing the Nights dull Eare and from the Tents The Armourers accomplishing the Knights With busie Hammers closing Riuets vp Giue dreadfull note of preparation The Countrey Cocks doe crow the Clocks doe towle And the third howre of drowsie Morning nam'd Prowd of their Numbers and secure in Soule The confident and ouer-lustie French Doe the low-rated English play at Dice And chide the creeple-tardy-gated Night Who like a foule and ougly Witch doth limpe So tediously away The poore condemned English Like Sacrifices by their watchfull Fires Sit patiently and inly ruminate The Mornings danger and their gesture sad Inuesting lanke-leane Cheekes and Warre-worne Coats Presented them vnto the gazing Moone So many horride Ghosts O now who will behold The Royall Captaine of this ruin'd Band Walking from Watch to Watch from Tent to Tent Let him cry Prayse and Glory on his head For forth he goes and visits all his Hoast Bids them good morrow with a modest Smyle And calls them Brothers Friends and Countreymen Vpon his Royall Face there is no note How dread an Army hath enrounded him Nor doth he dedicate one iot of Colour Vnto the wearie and all-watched Night But freshly lookes and ouer-beares Attaint With chearefull semblance and sweet Maiestie That euery Wretch pining and pale before Beholding him plucks comfort from his Lookes A Largesse vniuersall like the Sunne His liberall Eye doth giue to euery one Thawing cold feare that meane and gentle all Behold as may vnworthinesse define A little touch of Harry in the Night And so our Scene must to the Battaile flye Where O for pitty we shall much disgrace With foure or fiue most vile and ragged foyles Right ill dispos'd in brawle ridiculous The Name of Agincourt Yet sit and see Minding true things by what their Mock'ries bee Exit Enter the King Bedford and Gloucester King Gloster 't is true that we are in great danger The greater therefore should our Courage be God morrow Brother Bedford God Almightie There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill Would men obseruingly distill it out For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers Which is both healthfull and good husbandry Besides they are our outward Consciences And Preachers to vs all admonishing That we should dresse vs fairely for our end Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe Enter Erpingham Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham A good soft Pillow for that good white Head Were better then a churlish turfe of France Erping Not so my Liege this Lodging likes me better Since I may say now lye I like a King King 'T is good for men to loue their present paines Vpon example so the Spirit is eased And when the Mind is quickned out of doubt The Organs though defunct and dead before Breake vp their drowsie Graue and newly moue With casted slough and fresh legeritie Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas Brothers both Commend me to the Princes in our Campe Doe my good morrow to them and anon Desire them all to my Pauillion Gloster We shall my Liege Erping Shall I attend your Grace King No my good Knight Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England I and my Bosome must debate a while And then I would no other company Erping The Lord in Heauen blesse thee Noble Harry Exeunt King God a mercy old Heart thou speak'st chearefully Enter Pistoll Pist Che vous la King A friend Pist Discusse vnto me art thou Officer or art thou base common and popular King I am a Gentleman of a Company Pist Trayl'st thou the puissant Pyke King Euen so what are you Pist As good a Gentleman as the Emperor King Then you are a better then the King Pist The King 's a Bawcock and a Heart of Gold a Lad of Life an Impe of Fame of Parents good of Fist most valiant I kisse his durtie shooe and from heart-string I loue the louely Bully What is thy Name King Harry le Roy. Pist Le Roy a Cornish Name art thou of Cornish Crew King No I am a Welchman Pist Know'st thou Fluellen King Yes Pist Tell him I le knock his Leeke about his Pate vpon S. Dauies day King Doe not you weare your Dagger in your Cappe that day least he knock that about yours Pist Art thou his friend King And his Kinsman too Pist The Figo for thee then King I thanke you God be with you Pist My name is Pistol call'd Exit King It sorts well with your fiercenesse Manet King Enter Fluellen and Gower Gower Captaine Fluellen Flu. ' So in the Name of Iesu Christ speake fewer it is the greatest admiration in the vniuersall World when the true and aunchient Prerogatifes and Lawes of the Warres is not kept if you would take the paines but to examine the Warres of Pompey the Great you shall finde I warrant you that there is no tiddle tadle nor pibble bable in Pompeyes Campe I warrant you you shall finde the Ceremonies of the Warres and the Cares of it and the Formes of it and the Sobrietie of it and the Modestie of it to
climb'd into this Garden to see if I can eate Grasse or picke a Sallet another while which is not amisse to coole a mans stomacke this hot weather and I think this word Sallet was borne to do me good for many a time but for a Sallet my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill and many a time when I haue beene dry brauely marching it hath seru'd me insteede of a quart pot to drinke in and now the word Sallet must serue me to feed on Enter Iden Iden Lord who would liue turmoyled in the Court And may enioy such quiet walkes as these This small inheritance my Father left me Contenteth me and worth a Monarchy I seeke not to waxe great by others warning Or gather wealth I care not with what enuy Sufficeth that I haue maintaines my state And sends the poore well pleased from my gate Cade Heere 's the Lord of the soile come to seize me for a stray for entering his Fee-simple without leaue A Villaine thou wilt betray me and get a 1000. Crownes of the King by carrying my head to him but I le make thee eate Iron like an Ostridge and swallow my Sword like a great pin ere thou and I part Iden Why rude Companion whatsoere thou be I know thee not why then should I betray thee Is' t not enough to breake into my Garden And like a Theefe to come to rob my grounds Climbing my walles inspight of me the Owner But thou wilt braue me with these sawcie termes Cade Braue thee I by the best blood that euer was broach'd and beard thee to Looke on mee well I haue eate no meate these fiue dayes yet come thou and thy fiue men and if I doe not leaue you all as dead as a doore naile I pray God I may neuer eate grasse more Iden Nay it shall nere be said while England stands That Alexander Iden an Esquire of Kent Tooke oddes to combate a poore famisht man Oppose thy stedfast gazing eyes to mine See if thou canst out-face me with thy lookes Set limbe to limbe and thou art farre the lesser Thy hand is but a finger to my fist Thy legge a sticke compared with this Truncheon My foote shall fight with all the strength thou hast And if mine arme be heaued in the Ayre Thy graue is digg'd already in the earth As for words whose greatnesse answer's words Let this my sword report what speech forbeares Cade By my Valour the most compleate Champion that euer I heard Steele if thou turne the edge or cut not out the burly bon'd Clowne in chines of Beefe ere thou sleepe in thy Sheath I beseech Ioue on my knees thou mayst be turn'd to Hobnailes Heere they Fight O I am slaine Famine and no other hath slaine me let ten thousand diuelles come against me and giue me but the ten meales I haue lost and I 'de defie them all Wither Garden and be henceforth a burying place to all that do dwell in this house because the vnconquered soule of Cade is fled Iden Is' t Cade that I haue slain that monstrous traitor Sword I will hallow thee for this thy deede And hang thee o're my Tombe when I am dead Ne're shall this blood be wiped from thy point But thou shalt weare it as a Heralds coate To emblaze the Honor that thy Master got Cade Iden farewell and be proud of thy victory Tell Kent from me she hath lost her best man and exhort all the World to be Cowards For I that neuer feared any am vanquished by Famine not by Valour Dyes Id. How much thou wrong'st me heauen be my iudge Die damned Wretch the curse of her that bare thee And as I thrust thy body in with my sword So wish I I might thrust thy soule to hell Hence will I dragge thee headlong by the heeles Vnto a dunghill which shall be thy graue And there cut off thy most vngracious head Which I will beare in triumph to the King Leauing thy trunke for Crowes to feed vpon Exit Enter Yorke and his Army of Irish with Drum and Colours Yor. From Ireland thus comes York to claim his right And plucke the Crowne from feeble Henries head Ring Belles alowd burne Bonfires cleare and bright To entertaine great Englands lawfull King Ah Sancta Maiestas who would not buy thee deere Let them obey that knowes not how to Rule This hand was made to handle nought but Gold I cannot giue due action to my words Except a Sword or Scepter ballance it A Scepter shall it haue haue I a soule On which I le tosse the Fleure-de-Luce of France Enter Buckingham Whom haue we heere Buckingham to disturbe me The king hath sent him sure I must dissemble Buc. Yorke if thou meanest wel I greet thee well Yor. Humfrey of Buckingham I accept thy greeting Art thou a Messenger or come of pleasure Buc. A Messenger from Henry our dread Liege To know the reason of these Armes in peace Or why thou being a Subiect as I am Against thy Oath and true Allegeance sworne Should raise so great a power without his leaue Or dare to bring thy Force so neere the Court Yor. Scarse can I speake my Choller is so great Oh I could hew vp Rockes and fight with Flint I am so angry at these abiect tearmes And now like Aiax Telamonius On Sheepe or Oxen could I spend my furie I am farre better borne then is the king More like a King more Kingly in my thoughts But I must make faire weather yet a while Till Henry be more weake and I more strong Buckingham I prethee pardon me That I haue giuen no answer all this while My minde was troubled with deepe Melancholly The cause why I haue brought this Armie hither Is to remoue proud Somerset from the King Seditious to his Grace and to the State Buc. That is too much presumption on thy part But if thy Armes be to no other end The King hath yeelded vnto thy demand The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower Yorke Vpon thine Honor is he Prisoner Buck. Vpon mine Honor he is Prisoner Yorke Then Buckingham I do dismisse my Powres Souldiers I thanke you all disperse your selues Meet me to morrow in S. Georges Field You shall haue pay and euery thing you wish And let my Soueraigne vertuous Henry Command my eldest sonne nay all my sonnes As pledges of my Fealtie and Loue I le send them all as willing as I liue Lands Goods Horse Armor any thing I haue Is his to vse so Somerset may die Buc. Yorke I commend this kinde submission We twaine will go into his Highnesse Tent. Enter King and Attendants King Buckingham doth Yorke intend no harme to vs That thus he marcheth with thee arme in arme Yorke In all submission and humility Yorke doth present himselfe vnto your Highnesse K. Then what intends these Forces thou dost bring Yor. To heaue the Traitor Somerset from hence And fight against that monstrous Rebell Cade Who
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
a burthen of Wood a noyse of Thunder heard Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp From Bogs Fens Flats on Prosper fall and make him By ynch-meale a disease his Spirits heare me And yet I needes must curse But they 'll nor pinch Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes pitch me i' th mire Nor lead me like a fire-brand in the darke Out of my way vnlesse he bid 'em but For euery trifle are they set vpon me Sometime like Apes that moe and chatter at me And after bite me then like Hedg-hogs which Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall sometime am I All wound with Adders who with clouen tongues Doe hisse me into madnesse Lo now Lo Enter Trinculo Here comes a Spirit of his and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly I 'le fall flat Perchance he will not minde me Tri. Here 's neither bush nor shrub to beare off any weather at all and another Storme brewing I heare it sing i th' winde yond same blacke cloud yond huge one lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his licquor if it should thunder as it did before I know not where to hide my head yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by paile-fuls What haue we here a man or a fish dead or aliue a fish hee smels like a fish a very ancient and fish-like smell a kinde of not of the newest poore-Iohn a strange fish were I in England now as once I was and had but this fish painted not a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer there would this Monster make a man any strange beast there makes a man when they will not giue a do it to relieue a lame Begger they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian Leg'd like a man and his Finnes like Armes warme o' my troth I doe now let loose my opinion hold it no longer this is no fish but an Islander that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt Alas the storme is come againe my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine there is no other shelter hereabout Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme be past Enter Stephano singing Ste. I shall no more to sea to sea here shall I dye ashore This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans Funerall well here 's my comfort Drinkes Sings The Master the Swabber the Boate-swaine I The Gunner and his Mate Lou'd Mall Meg and Marrian and Margerie But none of vs car'd for Kate. For she had a tongue with a tang Would cry to a Sailor goe hang She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch Then to Sea Boyes and let her goe hang. This is a scuruy tune too But here 's my comfort drinks Cal. Doe not torment me oh Ste. What 's the matter Haue we diuels here Doe you put trickes vpon 's with Saluages and Men of Inde ha I haue not scap'd drowning to be afeard now of your foure legges for it hath bin said as proper a man as euer went on foure legs cannot make him giue ground and it shall be said so againe while Stephano breathes at ' nostrils Cal. The Spirit torments me oh Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle with foure legs who hath got as I take it an Ague where the diuell should he learne our language I will giue him some reliefe if it be but for that if I can recouer him and keepe him tame and get to Naples with him he 's a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee I 'le bring my wood home faster Ste. He 's in his fit now and doe's not talke after the wisest hee shall taste of my Bottle if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore it will goe neere to remoue his Fit if I can recouer him and keepe him tame I will not take too much for him hee shall pay for him that hath him and that soundly Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt thou wilt anon I know it by thy trembling Now Prosper workes vpon thee Ste. Come on your wayes open your mouth here is that which will giue language to you Cat open your mouth this will shake your shaking I can tell you and that soundly you cannot tell who 's your friend open your chaps againe Tri. I should know that voyce It should be But hee is dround and these are diuels O defend me Ste. Foure legges and two voyces a most delicate Monster his forward voyce now is to speake well of his friend his backward voice is to vtter soule speeches and to detract if all the wine in my bottle will recouer him I will helpe his Ague Come Amen I will poure some in thy other mouth Tri. Stephano Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me Mercy mercy This is a diuell and no Monster I will leaue him I haue no long Spoone Tri. Stephano if thou beest Stephano touch me and speake to me for I am Trinculo be not afeard thy good friend Trinculo Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo come foorth I 'le pull thee by the lesser legges if any be Trinculo's legges these are they Thou art very Trinculo indeede how cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe Can he vent Trinculo's Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok but art thou not dround Stephano I hope now thou art not dround Is the Storme ouer-blowne I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine for feare of the Storme And art thou liuing Stephano O Stephano two Neapolitanes scap'd Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about my stomacke is not constant Cal. These be fine things and if they be not spright's that 's a braue God and beares Celestiall liquor I will kneele to him Ste. How did'st thou scape How cam'st thou hither Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither I escap'd vpon a But of Sacke which the Saylors heaued o' reboord by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree with mine owne hands since I was cast a'shore Cal. I 'le sweare vpon that Bottle to be thy true subiect for the liquor is not earthly St. Heere sweare then how thou escap'dst Tri. Swom ashore man like a Ducke I can swim like a Ducke I 'le be sworne Ste. Here kisse the Booke Though thou canst swim like a Ducke thou art made like a Goose Tri. O Stephano ha'st any more of this Ste. The whole But man my Cellar is in a rocke by th' sea-side where my Wine is hid How now Moone-Calfe how do's thine Ague Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen Ste. Out o' th Moone I doe assure thee I was the Man i th' Moone when time was Cal. I haue seene thee in her and I doe adore thee My Mistris shew'd me thee and thy Dog and thy Bush Ste. Come sweare to that kisse the Booke I will furnish it
the tongue A cased Lion by the mortall paw A fasting Tyger safer by the tooth Then keepe in peace that hand which thou dost hold Fra. I may dis-ioyne my hand but not my faith Pand. So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith And like a ciuill warre setst oath to oath Thy tongue against thy tongue O let thy vow First made to heauen first be to heauen perform'd That is to be the Champion of our Church What since thou sworst is sworne against thy selfe And may not be performed by thy selfe For that which thou hast sworne to doe amisse Is not amisse when it is truely done And being not done where doing tends to ill The truth is then most done not doing it The better Act of purposes mistooke Is to mistake again though indirect Yet indirection thereby growes direct And falshood falshood cures as fire cooles fire Within the scorched veines of one new burn'd It is religion that doth make vowes kept But thou hast sworne against religion By what thou swear'st against the thing thou swear'st And mak'st an oath the suretie for thy truth Against an oath the truth thou art vnsure To sweare sweares onely not to be forsworne Else what a mockerie should it be to sweare But thou dost sweare onely to be forsworne And most forsworne to keepe what thou dost sweare Therefore thy later vowes against thy first Is in thy selfe rebellion to thy selfe And better conquest neuer canst thou make Then arme thy constant and thy nobler parts Against these giddy loose suggestions Vpon which better part our prayrs come in If thou vouchsafe them But if not then know The perill of our curses light on thee So heauy as thou shalt not shake them off But in despaire dye vnder their blacke weight Aust Rebellion flat rebellion Bast Wil 't not be Will not a Calues-skin stop that mouth of thine Daul Father to Armes Blanch. Vpon thy wedding day Against the blood that thou hast married What shall our feast be kept with slaughtered men Shall braying trumpets and loud churlish drums Clamors of hell be measures to our pomp O husband heare me aye alacke how new Is husband in my mouth euen for that name Which till this time my tongue did nere pronounce Vpon my knee I beg goe not to Armes Against mine Vncle. Const O vpon my knee made hard with kneeling I doe pray to thee thou vertuous Daulphin Alter not the doome fore-thought by heauen Blan. Now shall I see thy loue what motiue may Be stronger with thee then the name of wife Con. That which vpholdeth him that thee vpholds His Honor Oh thine Honor Lewis thine Honor. Dolph I muse your Maiesty doth seeme so cold When such profound respects doe pull you on Pand. I will denounce a curse vpon his head Fra. Thou shalt not need England I will fall froÌ„ thee Const O faire returne of banish'd Maiestie Elea. O foule reuolt of French inconstancy Eng. France y u shalt rue this houre within this houre Bast Old Time the clocke setter y t bald sexton Time Is it as he will well then France shall rue Bla. The Sun 's orecast with bloud faire day adieu Which is the side that I must goe withall I am with both each Army hâ— a hand And in their rage I hauing hold of both They whurle aâ—under and dismember mee Husband I cannot pray that thou maist winne Vncle I needs must pray that thou maist lose Father I may not wish the fortune thine Grandam I will not wish thy wishes thriue Who-euer wins on that side shall I lose Assured losse before the match be plaid Dolph Lady with me with me thy fortune lies Bla. There where my fortune liues there my life dies Iohn Cosen goe draw our puisance together France I am burn'd vp with inflaming wrath A rage whose heat hath this condition That nothing can allay nothing but blood The blood and deerest valued bloud of France Fra. Thy rage shall burne thee vp thou shalt turne To ashes ere our blood shall quench that fire Looke to thy selfe thou art in ieopardie Iohn No more then he that threats To Arms le' ts hie Exeunt Scoena Secunda Allarums Excursions Enter Bastard with Austria's head Bast Now by my life this day grows wondrous hot Some ayery Deuill houers in the skie And pour's downe mischiefe Austrias head lye there Enter Iohn Arthur Hubert While Philip breathes Iohn Hubert keepe this boy Philip make vp My Mother is assayled in our Tent And tane I feare Bast My Lord I rescued her Her Highnesse is in safety feare you not But on my Liege for very little paines Will bring this labor to an happy end Exit Alarums excursions Retreat Enter Iohn Eleanor Arthur Bastard Hubert Lords Iohn So shall it be your Grace shall stay behinde So strongly guarded Cosen looke not sad Thy Grandame loues thee and thy Vnkle will As deere be to thee as thy father was Arth. O this will make my mother die with griefe Iohn Cosen away for England haste before And ere our comming see thou shake the bags Of hoording Abbots imprisoned angells Set at libertie the fat ribs of peace Must by the hungry now be fed vpon Vse our Commission in his vtmost force Bast Bell Booke Candle shall not driue me back When gold and siluer becks me to come on I leaue your highnesse Grandame I will pray If euer I remember to be holy For your faire safety so I kisse your hand Ele. Farewell gentle Cosen Iohn Coz farewell Ele. Come hether little kinsman harke a worde Iohn Come hether Hubert O my gentle Hubert We owe thee much within this wall of flesh There is a soule counts thee her Creditor And with aduantage meanes to pay thy loue And my good friend thy voluntary oath Liues in this bosome deerely cherished Giue me thy hand I had a thing to say But I will fit it with some better tune By heauen Hubert I am almost asham'd To say what good respect I haue of thee Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty Iohn Good friend thou hast no cause to say so yet But thou shalt haue and creepe time nere so slow Yet it shall come for me to doe thee good I had a thing to say but let it goe The Sunne is in the heauen and the proud day Attended with the pleasures of the world Is all too wanton and too full of gawdes To giue me audience If the mid-night bell Did with his yron tongue and brazen mouth Sound on into the drowzie race of night If this same were a Church-yard where we stand And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs Or if that surly spirit melancholy Had bak'd thy bloud and made it heauy thicke Which else runnes tickling vp and downe the veines Making that idiot laughter keepe mens eyes And straine their cheekes to idle merriment A passion hatefull to my purposes Or if that thou couldst see me without eyes Heare me without thine eares and make reply
Vnkles head Amongst much other talke that very time I heard you say that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand Crownes Then Bullingbrookes returne to England adding withall How blest this Land would be in this your Cosins death Aum. Princes and Noble Lords What answer shall I make to this base man Shall I so much dishonor my faire Starres On equall termes to giue him chasticement Either I must or haue mine honor soyl'd With th' Attaindor of his sland'rous Lippes There is my Gage the manuall Seale of death That markes thee out for Hell Thou lyest And will maintaine what thou hast said is false In thy heart blood though being all too base To staine the temper of my Knightly sword Bul. Bagot forbeare thou shalt not take it vp Aum. Excepting one I would he were the best In all this presence that hath mou'd me so Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathize There is my Gage Aumerle in Gage to thine By that faire Sunne that shewes me where thou stand'st I heard thee say and vauntingly thou spak'st it That thou wer 't cause of Noble Glousters death If thou deniest it twenty times thou lyest And I will turne thy falshood to thy hart Where it was forged with my Rapiers point Aum. Thou dar'st not Coward liue to see the day Fitz. Now by my Soule I would it were this houre Aum. Fitzwater thou art damn'd to hell for this Per. Aumerle thou lye'st his Honor is as true In this Appeale as thou art all vniust And that thou art so there I throw my Gage To proue it on thee to th' extreamest point Of mortall breathing Seize it if thou dar'st Aum. And if I do not may my hands rot off And neuer brandish more reuengefull Steele Ouer the glittering Helmet of my Foe Surrey My Lord Fitz-water I do remember well the very time Aumerle and you did talke Fitz. My Lord 'T is very true You were in presence then And you can witnesse with me this is true Surrey As false by heauen As Heauen it selfe is true Fitz. Surrey thou Lyest Surrey Dishonourable Boy That Lye shall lie so heauy on my Sword That it shall render Vengeance and Reuenge Till thou the Lye-giuer and that Lye doe lye In earth as quiet as thy Fathers Scull In proofe whereof there is mine Honors pawne Engage it to the Triall if thou dar'st Fitzw. How fondly do'st thou spurre a forward Horse If I dare eate or drinke or breathe or liue I dare meete Surrey in a Wildernesse And spit vpon him whilest I say he Lyes And Lyes and Lyes there is my Bond of Faith To tye thee to my strong Correction As I intend to thriue in this new World Aumerle is guiltie of my true Appeale Besides I heard the banish'd Norfolke say That thou Aumerle didst send two of thy men To execute the Noble Duke at Callis Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a Gage That Norfolke lyes here doe I throw downe this If he may be repeal'd to trie his Honor. Bull. These differences shall all rest vnder Gage Till Norfolke be repeal'd repeal'd he shall be And though mine Enemie restor'd againe To all his Lands and Seignories when hee 's return'd Against Aumerle we will enforce his Tryall Carl. That honorable day shall ne're be seene Many a time hath banish'd Norfolke fought For Iesu Christ in glorious Christian field Streaming the Ensigne of the Christian Crosse Against black Pagans Turkes and Saracens And toyl'd with workes of Warre retyr'd himselfe To Italy and there at Venice gaue His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long Bull. Why Bishop is Norfolke dead Carl. As sure as I liue my Lord. Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule To the Bosome of good old Abraham Lords Appealants your differēces shal all rest vnder gage Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall Enter Yorke Yorke Great Duke of Lancaster I come to thee From plume-pluckt Richard who with willing Soule Adopts thee Heire and his high Scepter yeelds To the possession of thy Royall Hand Ascend his Throne descending now from him And long liue Henry of that Name the Fourth Bull. In Gods Name I le ascend the Regall Throne Carl. Mary Heauen forbid Worst in this Royall Presence may I speake Yet best beseeming me to speake the truth Would God that any in this Noble Presence Were enough Noble to be vpright Iudge Of Noble Richard then true Noblenesse would Learne him forbearance from so foule a Wrong What Subiect can giue Sentence on his King And who sits here that is not Richards Subiect Theeues are not iudg'd but they are by to heare Although apparant guilt be seene in them And shall the figure of Gods Maiestie His Captaine Steward Deputie elect Anoynted Grown'd planted many yeeres Be iudg'd by subiect and inferior breathe And he himselfe not present Oh forbid it God That in a Christian Climate Soules refin'de Should shew so heynous black obscene a deed I speake to Subiects and a Subiect speakes Stirr'd vp by Heauen thus boldly for his King My Lord of Hereford here whom you call King Is a foule Traytor to prowd Herefords King And if you Crowne him let me prophecie The blood of English shall manure the ground And future Ages groane for his foule Act. Peace shall goe sleepe with Turkes and Infidels And in this Seat of Peace tumultuous Warres Shall Kinne with Kinne and Kinde with Kinde confound Disorder Horror Feare and Mutinie Shall here inhabite and this Land be call'd The field of Golgotha and dead mens Sculls Oh if you reare this House against this House It will the wofullest Diuision proue That euer fell vpon this cursed Earth Preuent it resist it and let it not be so Least Child Childs Children cry against you Woe North. Well haue you argu'd Sir and for your paines Of Capitall Treason we arrest you here My Lord of Westminster be it your charge To keepe him safely till his day of Tryall May it please you Lords to grant the Commons Suit Bull. Fetch hither Richard that in common view He may surrender so we shall proceede Without suspition Yorke I will be his Conduct Exit Bull. Lords you that here are vnder our Arrest Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer Little are we beholding to your Loue And little look'd for at your helping Hands Enter Richard and Yorke Rich. Alack why am I sent for to a King Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts Wherewith I reign'd I hardly yet haue learn'd To insinuate flatter bowe and bend my Knee Giue Sorrow leaue a while to tuture me To this submission Yet I well remember The fauors of these men were they not mine Did they not sometime cry All hayle to me So Iudas did to Christ but he in twelue Found truth in all but one I in twelve thousand none God saue the King will no man say
reproach And in defence of my Lords worthinesse I craue the benefit of Law of Armes Ver And that is my petition Noble Lord For though he seeme with forged queint conceite To set a glosse vpon his bold intent Yet know my Lord I was prouok'd by him And he first tooke exceptions at this badge Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower Bewray'd the faintnesse of my Masters heart Yorke Will not this malice Somerset be left Som. Your priuate grudge my Lord of York wil out Though ne're so cunningly you smother it King Good Lord what madnesse rules in braine-sicke men When for so slight and friuolous a cause Such factious aemulations shall arise Good Cosins both of Yorke and Somerset Quiet your selues I pray and be at peace Yorke Let this dissention first be tried by fight And then your Highnesse shall command a Peace Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then Yorke There is my pledge accept it Somerset Ver. Nay let it rest where it began at first Bass Confirme it so mine honourable Lord. Glo. Confirme it so Confounded be your strife And perish ye with your audacious prate Presumptuous vassals are you not asham'd With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturbe the King and Vs And you my Lords me thinkes you do not well To beare with their peruerse Obiections Much lesse to take occasion from their mouthes To raise a mutiny betwixt your selues Let me perswade you take a better course Exet. It greeues his Highnesse Good my Lords be Friends King Come hither you that would be Combatants Henceforth I charge you as you loue our fauour Quite to forget this Quarrell and the cause And you my Lords Remember where we are In France amongst a fickle wauering Nation If they perceyue dissention in our lookes And that within our selues we disagree How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd To wilfull Disobedience and Rebell Beside What infamy will there arise When Forraigne Princes shall be certified That for a toy a thing of no regard King Henries Peeres and cheefe Nobility Destroy'd themselues and lost the Realme of France Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father My tender yeares and let vs not forgoe That for a trifle that was bought with blood Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife I see no reason if I weare this Rose That any one should therefore be suspitious I more incline to Somerset than Yorke Both are my kinsmen and I loue them both As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne Because forsooth the King of Scots is Crown'd But your discretions better can perswade Then I am able to instruct or teach And therefore as we hither came in peace So let vs still continue peace and loue Cosin of Yorke we institute your Grace To be our Regent in these parts of France And good my Lord of Somerset vnite Your Troopes of horsemen with his Bands of foote And like true Subiects sonnes of your Progenitors Go cheerefully together and digest Your angry Choller on your Enemies Our Selfe my Lord Protector and the rest After some respit will returne to Calice From thence to England where I hope ere long To be presented by your Victories With Charles Alanson and that Traiterous rout Exeunt Manet Yorke Warwick Exeter Vernon War My Lord of Yorke I promise you the King Prettily me thought did play the Orator Yorke And so he did but yet I like it not In that he weares the badge of Somerset War Tush that was but his fancie blame him not I dare presume sweet Prince he thought no harme York And if I wish he did But let it rest Other affayres must now be managed Exeunt Flourish Manet Exeter Exet. Well didst thou Richard to suppresse thy voice For had the passions of thy heart burst out I feare we should haue seene decipher'd there More rancorous spight more furious raging broyles Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd But howsoere no simple man that sees This iarring discord of Nobilitie This shouldering of each other in the Court This factious bandying of their Fauourites But that it doth presage some ill euent 'T is much when Scepters are in Childrens hands But more when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision There comes the ruine there begins confusion Exit Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme before Burdeaux Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter Summon their Generall vnto the Wall Sounds Enter Generall aloft English Iohn Talbot Captaines call you forth Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England And thus he would Open your Citie Gates Be humble to vs call my Soueraigne yours And do him homage as obedient Subiects And I le withdraw me and my bloody power But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace You tempt the fury of my three attendants Leane Famine quartering Steele and climbing Fire Who in a moment eeuen with the earth Shall lay your stately and ayre-brauing Towers If you forsake the offer of their loue Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death Our Nations terror and their bloody scourge The period of thy Tyranny approacheth On vs thou canst not enter but by death For I protest we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight If thou retire the Dolphin well appointed Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee On either hand thee there are squadrons pitcht To wall thee from the liberty of Flight And no way canst thou turne thee for redresse But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle And pale destruction meets thee in the face Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament To ryue their dangerous Artillerie Vpon no Christian soule but English Talbot Loe there thou standst a breathing valiant man Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit This is the latest Glorie of thy praise That I thy enemy dew thee withall For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne Finish the processe of his sandy houre These eyes that see thee now well coloured Shall see thee withered bloody pale and dead Drum a farre off Harke harke the Dolphins drumme a warning bell Sings heauy Musicke to thy timorous soule And mine shall ring thy dire departure out Exit Tal. He Fables not I heare the enemie Out some light Horsemen and peruse their Wings O negligent and heedlesse Discipline How are we park'd and bounded in a pale A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres If we be English Deere be then in blood Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch But rather moodie mad And desperate Stagges Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay Sell euery man his life as deere as mine And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends God and S. George Talbot and Englands right Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke Enter Yorke with Trumpet and many Soldiers Yorke Are not the speedy scouts
Ghost He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit For Gods sake let him haue him to keepe them here They would but stinke and putrifie the ayre Char. Go take their bodies hence Lucy I le beare them hence but from their ashes shal be reard A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd Char. So we be rid of them do with him what y u wilt And now to Paris in this conquering vaine All will be ours now bloody Talbots slaine Exit Scena secunda SENNET Enter King Glocester and Exeter King Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope The Emperor and the Earle of Arminack Glo. I haue my Lord and their intent is this They humbly sue vnto your Excellence To haue a godly peace concluded of Betweene the Realmes of England and of France King How doth your Grace affect their motion Glo. Well my good Lord and as the only meanes To stop effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietnesse on euery side King I marry Vnckle for I alwayes thought It was both impious and vnnaturall That such immanity and bloody strife Should reigne among Professors of one Faith Glo. Beside my Lord the sooner to effect And surer binde this knot of amitie The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles A man of great Authoritie in France Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace In marriage with a large and sumptuous Dowrie King Marriage Vnckle Alas my yeares are yong And fitter is my studie and my Bookes Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour Yet call th' Embassadors and as you please So let them haue their answeres euery one I shall be well content with any choyce Tends to Gods glory and my Countries weale Enter Winchester and three Ambassadors Exet. What is my Lord of Winchester install'd And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree Then I perceiue that will be verified Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie If once he come to be a Cardinall Hee 'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne King My Lords Ambassadors your seuerall suites Haue bin consider'd and debated on Your purpose is both good and reasonable And therefore are we certainly resolu'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane Shall be transported presently to France Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts Her Beauty and the valew of her Dower He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene King In argument and proofe of which contract Beare her this Iewell pledge of my affection And so my Lord Protector see them guarded And safely brought to Douer wherein ship'd Commit them to the fortune of the sea Exeunt Win. Stay my Lord Legate you shall first receiue The summe of money which I promised Should be deliuered to his Holinesse For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure Win. Now Winchester will not submit I trow Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere Humfrey of Gloster thou shalt well perceiue That neither in birth or for authoritie The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee I le either make thee stoope and bend thy knee Or sacke this Country with a mutiny Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Charles Burgundy Alanson Bastard Reignier and Ione Char. These newes my Lords may cheere our drooping spirits 'T is said the stout Parisians do reuolt And turne againe vnto the warlike French Alan Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance Pucel Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs Else ruine combate with their Pallaces Enter Scout Scout Successe vnto our valiant Generall And happinesse to his accomplices Char. What tidings send our Scouts I prethee speak Scout The English Army that diuided was Into two parties is now conioyn'd in one And meanes to giue you battell presently Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs the warning is But we will presently prouide for them Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there Now he is gone my Lord you neede not feare Pucel Of all base passions Feare is most accurst Command the Conquest Charles it shall be thine Let Henry fret and all the world repine Char. Then on my Lords and France be fortunate Exeunt Alarum Excursions Enter Ione de Pucell Puc The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen flye Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts And ye choise spirits that admonish me And giue me signes of future accidents Thunder You speedy helpers that are substitutes Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North Appeare and ayde me in this enterprize Enter Fiends This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe Of your accustom'd diligence to me Now ye Familiar Spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth Helpe me this once that France may get the field They walke and speake not Oh hold me not with silenee ouer-long Where I was wont to feed you with my blood I le lopâ— member off and giue it you In earnest of a further benefit So you do condiscend to helpe me now They hang their heads No hope to haue redresse My body shall Pay recompence if you will graunt my suite They shake their heads Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice Intreate you to your wonted furtherance Then take my soule my body soule and all Before that England giue the French the foyle They depart See they forsake me Now the time is come That France must vale her lofty plumed Crest And let her head fall into Englands lappe My ancient Incantations are too weake And hell too strong for me to buckle with Now France thy glory droopcth to the dust Exit Excursions Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to hand French flye Yorke Damsell of France I thinke I haue you fast Vnchaine your spirits now with spelling Charmes And try if they can gaine your liberty A goodly prize fit for the diuels grace See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes As if with Circe she would change my shape Puc Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be Yor. Oh Charles the Dolphin is a proper man No shape but his can please your dainty eye Puc A plaguing mischeefe light on Charles and thee And may ye both be sodainly surpriz'd By bloudy hands in sleeping on your beds Yorke Fell banning Hagge Inchantresse hold thy tongue Puc I prethee giue me leaue to curse awhile Yorke Curse Miscreant when thou comst to the stake Exeunt Alarum Enter Suffolke with Margaret in his hand Suff. Be what thou wilt thou art my prisoner Gazes on her Oh Fairest Beautie do not feare nor flye For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands I kisse these fingers for eternall peace And lay them gently on thy tender side Who art thou say that I may honor thee Mar. Margaret my name and daughter to a King The King of Naples who so ere thou art Suff. An Earle I am and Suffolke am I call'd Be not offended
Discipline Thy late exploits done in the heart of France When thou wert Regent for our Soueraigne Haue made thee fear'd and honor'd of the people Ioyne we together for the publike good In what we can to bridle and suppresse The pride of Suffolke and the Cardinall With Somersets and Buckinghams Ambition And as we may cherish Duke Humfries deeds While they do tend the profit of the Land War So God helpe Warwicke as he loues the Land And common profit of his Countrey Yor. And so sayes Yorke For he hath greatest cause Salisbury Then le ts make hast away And looke vnto the maine Warwicke Vnto the maine Oh Father Maine is lost That Maine which by maine force Warwicke did winne And would haue kept so long as breath did last Main-chance father you meant but I meant Maine Which I will win from France or else be slaine Exit Warwicke and Salisbury Manet Yorke Yorke Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French Paris is lost the state of Normandie Stands on a tickle point now they are gone Suffolke concluded on the Articles The Peeres agreed and Henry was well pleas'd To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter I cannot blame them all what is' t to them 'T is thine they giue away and not their owne Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage And purchase Friends and giue to Curtezans Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone While as the silly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them and wrings his haplesse hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloofe While all is shar'd and all is borne away Ready to sterue and dare not touch his owne So Yorke must sit and fret and bite his tongue While his owne Lands are bargain'd for and sold Me thinkes the Realmes of England France Ireland Beare that proportion to my flesh and blood As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French Cold newes for me for I had hope of France Euen as I haue of fertile Englands soile A day will come when Yorke shall claime his owne And therefore I will take the Neuils parts And make a shew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey And when I spy aduantage claime the Crowne For that 's the Golden marke I seeke to hit Nor shall proud Lancaster vsurpe my right Nor hold the Scepter in his childish Fist Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head Whose Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne Then Yorke be still a-while till time do serue Watch thou and wake when others be asleepe To prie into the secrets of the State Till Henrie surfetting in ioyes of loue With his new Bride Englands deere bought Queen And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose With whose sweet smell the Ayre shall be perfum'd And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke To grapple with the house of Lancaster And force perforce I le make him yeeld the Crowne Whose bookish Rule hath pull'd faire England downe Exit Yorke Enter Duke Humfrey and his wife Elianor Elia. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes As frowning at the Fauours of the world Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth Gazing on that which seemes to dimme thy sight What seest thou there King Henries Diadem Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world If so Gaze on and grouell on thy face Vntill thy head be circled with the same Put forth thy hand reach at the glorious Gold What is' t too short I le lengthen it with mine And hauing both together heau'd it vp Wee 'l both together lift our heads to heauen And neuer more abase our sight so low As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground Hum. O Nell sweet Nell if thou dost loue thy Lord Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts And may that thought when I imagine ill Against my King and Nephew vertuous Henry Be my last breathing in this mortall world My troublous dreames this night doth make me sad Eli. What dream'd my Lord tell me and I le requite it With sweet rehearsall of my mornings dreame Hum. Me thought this staffe mine Office-badge in Court Was broke in twaine by whom I haue forgot But as I thinke it was by ' th Cardinall And on the peeces of the broken Wand Were plac'd the heads of Edmond Duke of Somerset And William de la Pole first Duke of Suffolke This was my dreame what it doth bode God knowes Eli. Tut this was nothing but an argument That he that breakes a sticke of Glosters groue Shall loose his head for his presumption But list to me my Humfrey my sweete Duke Me thought I sate in Seate of Maiesty In the Cathedrall Church of Westminster And in that Chaire where Kings Queens wer crownd Where Henrie and Dame Margaret kneel'd to me And on my head did set the Diadem Hum. Nay Elinor then must I chide outright Presumptuous Dame ill-nurter'd Elianor Art thou not second Woman in the Realme And the Protectors wife belou'd of him Hast thou not worldly pleasure at command Aboue the reach or compasse of thy thought And wilt thou still be hammering Treachery To tumble downe thy husband and thy selfe From top of Honor to Disgraces feete Away from me and let me heare no more Elia. What what my Lord Are you so chollericke With Elianor for telling but her dreame Next time I le keepe my dreames vnto my selfe And not be check'd Hum. Nay be not angry I am pleas'd againe Enter Messenger Mess My Lord Protector 't is his Highnes pleasure You do prepare to ride vnto S. Albons Where as the King and Queene do meane to Hawke Hu. I go Come Nel thou wilt ride with vs Ex. Hum Eli. Yes my good Lord I le follow presently Follow I must I cannot go before While Gloster beares this base and humble minde Were I a Man a Duke and next of blood I would remoue these tedious stumbling blockes And smooth my way vpon their headlesse neckes And being a woman I will not be slacke To play my part in Fortunes Pageant Where are you there Sir Iohn nay feare not man We are alone here 's none but thee I. Enter Hume Hume Iesus preserue your Royall Maiesty Elia. What saist thou Maiesty I am but Grace Hume But by the grace of God and Humes aduice Your Graces Title shall be multiplied Elia. What saist thou man Hast thou as yet confer'd With Margerie Iordane the cunning Witch With Roger Bollingbrooke the Coniuter And will they vndertake to do me good Hume This they haue promised to shew your Highnes A Spirit rais'd from depth of vnder ground That shall make answere to such Questions As by your Grace shall be propounded him Elianor It is enough I le thinke vpon the Questions When from Saint Albones we doe make returne
Wee 'le see these things effected to the full Here Hume take this reward make merry man With thy Confederates in this weightie cause Exit Elianor Hume Hume must make merry with the Duchesse Gold Marry and shall but how now Sir Iohn Hume Seale vp your Lips and giue no words but Mum The businesse asketh silent secrecie Dame Elianor giues Gold to bring the Witch Gold cannot come amisse were she a Deuill Yet haue I Gold flyes from another Coast I dare not say from the rich Cardinall And from the great and new-made Duke of Suffolke Yet I doe finde it so for to be plaine They knowing Dame Elianors aspiring humor Haue hyred me to vnder-mine the Duchesse And buzze these Coniurations in her brayne They say A craftie Knaue do's need no Broker Yet am I Suffolke and the Cardinalls Broker Hume if you take not heed you shall goe neere To call them both a payre of craftie Knaues Well so it stands and thus I feare at last Humes Knauerie will be the Duchesse Wracke And her Attainture will be Humphreyes fall Sort how it will I shall haue Gold for all Exit Enter three or foure Petitioners the Armorers Man being one 1. Pet. My Masters let 's stand close my Lord Protector will come this way by and by and then wee may deliuer our Supplications in the Quill 2. Pet. Marry the Lord protect him for hee 's a good man Iesu blesse him Enter Suffolke and Queene Peter Here a comes me thinkes and the Queene with him I le be the first sure 2. Pet. Come backe foole this is the Duke of Suffolk and not my Lord Protector Suff. How now fellow would'st any thing with me 1. Pet. I pray my Lord pardon me I tooke ye for my Lord Protector Queene To my Lord Protector Are your Supplications to his Lordship Let me see them what is thine 1. Pet. Mine is and 't please your Grace against Iohn Goodman my Lord Cardinals Man for keeping my House and Lands and Wife and all from me Suff. Thy Wife too that 's some Wrong indeede What 's yours What 's heere Against the Duke of Suffolke for enclosing the Commons of Melforde How now Sir Knaue 2. Pet. Alas Sir I am but a poore Petitioner of our whole Towneship Peter Against my Master Thomas Horner for saying That the Duke of Yorke was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Queene What say'st thou Did the Duke of Yorke say hee was rightfull Heire to the Crowne Peter That my Mistresse was No forsooth my Master said That he was and that the King was an Vsurper Suff. Who is there Enter Seruant Take this fellow in and send for his Master with a Purseuant presently wee 'le heare more of your matter before the King Exit Queene And as for you that loue to be protected Vnder the Wings of our Protectors Grace Begin your Suites anew and sue to him Teare the Supplication Away base Cullions Suffolke let them goe All. Come let 's be gone Exit Queene My Lord of Suffolke say is this the guise Is this the Fashions in the Court of England Is this the Gouernment of Britaines Ile And this the Royaltie of Albions King What shall King Henry be a Pupill still Vnder the surly Glosters Gouernance Am I a Queene in Title and in Stile And must be made a Subiect to a Duke I tell thee Poole when in the Citie Tours Thou ran'st aâ—tilt in honor of my Loue And stol'st away the Ladies hearts of France I thought King Henry had resembled thee In Courage Courtship and Proportion But all his minde is bent to Holinesse To number Aue-Maries on his Beades His Champions are the Prophets and Apostles His Weapons holy Sawes of sacred Writ His Studie is his Tilt-yard and his Loues Are brazen Images of Canonized Saints I would the Colledge of the Cardinalls Would chuse him Pope and carry him to Rome And set the Triple Crowne vpon his Head That were a State fit for his Holinesse Suff. Madame be patient as I was cause Your Highnesse came to England so will I In England worke your Graces full content Queene Beside the haughtie Protector haue we Beauford The imperious Churchman Somerset Buckingham And grumbling Yorke and not the least of these But can doe more in England then the King Suff. And he of these that can doe most of all Cannot doe more in England then the Neuils Salisbury and Warwick are no simple Peeres Queene Not all these Lords do vex me halfe so much As that prowd Dame the Lord Protectors Wife She sweepes it through the Court with troups of Ladies More like an Empresse then Duke Humphreyes Wife Strangers in Court doe take her for the Queene She beares a Dukes Reuenewes on her backe And in her heart she scornes our Pouertie Shall I not liue to be aueng'd on her Contemptuous base-borne Callot as she is She vaunted ' mongst her Minions t' other day The very trayne of her worst wearing Gowne Was better worth then all my Fathers Lands Till Suffolke gaue two Dukedomes for his Daughter Suff. Madame my selfe haue lym'd a Bush for her And plac't a Quier of such enticing Birds That she will light to listen to the Layes And neuer mount to trouble you againe So let her rest and Madame list to me For I am bold to counsaile you in this Although we fancie not the Cardinall Yet must we ioyne with him and with the Lords Till we haue brought Duke Humphrey in disgrace As for the Duke of Yorke this late Complaint Will make but little for his benefit So one by one wee 'le weed them all at last And you your selfe shall steere the happy Helme Exit Sound a Sennet Enter the King Duke Humfrey Cardinall Buckingham Yorke Salisbury Warwicke and the Duchesse King For my part Noble Lords I care not which Or Somerset or Yorke all 's one to me Yorke If Yorke haue ill demean'd himselfe in France Then let him be denay'd the Regent-ship Som. If Somerset be vnworthy of the Place Let Yorke be Regent I will yeeld to him Warw. Whether your Grace be worthy yea or no Dispute not that Yorke is the worthyer Card. Ambitious Warwicke let thy betters speake Warw. The Cardinall 's not my better in the field Buck. All in this presence are thy betters Warwicke Warw. Warwicke may liue to be the best of all Salisb. Peace Sonne and shew some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be preferr'd in this Queene Because the King forsooth will haue it so Humf. Madame the King is old enough himselfe To giue his Censure These are no Womens matters Queene If he be old enough what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence Humf. Madame I am Protector of the Realme And at his pleasure will resigne my Place Suff. Resigne it then and leaue thine insolence Since thou wert King as who is King but thou The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas And all the Peeres and
Beauford to thy Soueraigne Ca. If thou beest death I le giue thee Englands Treasure Enough to purchase such another Island So thou wilt let me liue and feele no paine King Ah what a signe it is of euill life Where death's approach is seene so terrible War Beauford it is thy Soueraigne speakes to thee Beau. Bring me vnto my Triall when you will Dy'de he not in his bed Where should he dye Can I make men liue where they will or no Oh torture me no more I will confesse Aliue againe Then shew me where he is I le giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him He hath no eyes the dust hath blinded them Combe downe his haire looke looke it stands vpright Like Lime-twigs set to catch my winged soule Giue me some drinke and bid the Apothecarie Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him King Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire War See how the pangs of death do make him grin Sal. Disturbe him not let him passe peaceably King Peace to his soule if Gods good pleasure be Lord Card'nall if thou think'st on heauens blisse Hold vp thy hand make signall of thy hope He dies and makes no signe Oh God forgiue him War So bad a death argues a monstrous life King Forbeare to iudge for we are sinners all Close vp his eyes and draw the Curtaine close And let vs all to Meditation Exeunt Alarum Fight at Sea Ordnance goes off Enter Lieutenant Suffolke and others Lieu. The gaudy blabbing and remorsefull day Is crept into the bosome of the Sea And now loud houling Wolues arouse the Iades That dragge the Tragicke melancholy night Who with their drowsie slow and flagging wings Cleape dead-mens graues and from their misty Iawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the ayre Therefore bring forth the Souldiers of our prize For whilst our Pinnace Anchors in the Downes Heere shall they make their ransome on the sand Or with their blood staine this discoloured shore Maister this Prisoner freely giue I thee And thou that art his Mate make boote of this The other Walter Whitmore is thy share 1. Gent. What is my ransome Master let me know Ma. A thousand Crownes or else lay down your head Mate And so much shall you giue or oft goes yours Lieu. What thinke you much to pay 2000. Crownes And beare the name and port of Gentlemen Cut both the Villaines throats for dy you shall The liues of those which we haue lost in fight Be counter-poys'd with such a pettie summe 1. Gent. I le giue it sir and therefore spare my life 2. Gent. And so will I and write home for it straight Whitm I lost mine eye in laying the prize aboord And therefore to reuenge it shalt thou dye And so should these if I might haue my will Lieu. Be not so rash take ransome let him liue Suf. Looke on my George I am a Gentleman Rate me at what thou wilt thou shalt be payed Whit. And so am I my name is Walter Whitmore How now why starts thou What doth death affright Suf. Thy name affrights me in whose sound is death A cunning man did calculate my birth And told me that by Water I should dye Yet let not this make thee be bloody-minded Thy name is Gualtier being rightly sounded Whit. Gualtier or Walter which it is I care not Neuer yet did base dishonour blurre our name But with our sword we wip'd away the blot Therefore when Merchant-like I sell reuenge Broke be my sword my Armes torne and defac'd And I proclaim'd a Coward through the world Suf. Stay Whitmore for thy Prisoner is a Prince The Duke of Suffolke William de la Pole Whit The Duke of Suffolke muffled vp in ragges Suf. I but these ragges are no part of the Duke Lieu. But Ioue was neuer slaine as thou shalt be Obscure and lowsie Swaine King Henries blood Suf. The honourable blood of Lancaster Must not be shed by such a iaded Groome Hast thou not kist thy hand and held my stirrop Bare-headed plodded by my foot-cloth Mule And thought thee happy when I shooke my head How often hast thou waited at my cup Fed from my Trencher kneel'd downe at the boord When I haue feasted with Queene Margaret Remember it and let it make thee Crest-falne I and alay this thy abortiue Pride How in our voyding Lobby hast thou stood And duly wayted for my comming forth This hand of mine hath writ in thy behalfe And therefore shall it charme thy riotous tongue Whit. Speak Captaine shall I stab the forlorn Swain Lieu. First let my words stab him as he hath me Suf. Base slaue thy words are blunt and so art thou Lieu. Conuey him hence and on our long boats side Strike off his head Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne Lieu. Poole Sir Poole Lord I kennell puddle sinke whose filth and dirt Troubles the siluer Spring where England drinkes Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme Thy lips that kist the Queene shall sweepe the ground And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King Hauing neyther Subiect Wealth nor Diadem By diuellish policy art thou growne great And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart By thee Aniou and Maine were sold to France The false reuolting Normans thorough thee Disdaine to call vs Lord and Piccardie Hath slaine their Gouernors surpriz'd our Forts And sent the ragged Souldiers wounded home The Princely Warwicke and the Neuils all Whose dreadfull swords were neuer drawne in vaine As hating thee and rising vp in armes And now the House of Yorke thrust from the Crowne By shamefull murther of a guiltlesse King And lofty proud incroaching tyranny Burnes with reuenging fire whose hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne striuing to shine Vnder the which is writ Inuitis nubibus The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes And to conclude Reproach and Beggerie Is crept into the Pallace of our King And all by thee away conuey him hence Suf. O that I were a God to shoot forth Thunder Vpon these paltry seruile abiect Drudges Small things make base men proud This Villaine heere Being Captaine of a Pinnace threatens more Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate Drones sucke not Eagles blood but rob Bee-hiues It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe Thy words moue Rage and not remorse in me I go of Message from the Queene to France I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell Lieu. Water W. Come Suffolke I must waft thee to thy death
to blood If you go forward therefore yeeld or dye Cade As for these silken-coated slaues I passe not It is to you good people that I speake Ouer whom in time to come I hope to raigne For I am rightfull heyre vnto the Crowne Staff Villaine thy Father was a Playsterer And thou thy selfe a Sheareman art thou not Cade And Adam was a Gardiner Bro. And what of that Cade Marry this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March married the Duke of Clarence daughter did he not Staf. I sir Cade By her he had two children at one birth Bro. That 's false Cade I there 's the question But I say 't is true The elder of them being put to nurse Was by a begger-woman stolne away And ignorant of his birth and parentage Became a Bricklayer when he came to age His sonne am I deny it if you can But. Nay 't is too true therefore he shall be King Wea. Sir he made a Chimney in my Fathers house the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it therefore deny it not Staf. And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes that speakes he knowes not what All. I marry will we therefore get ye gone Bro. Iacke Cade the D. of York hath taught you this Cade He lyes for I inuented it my selfe Go too Sirrah tell the King from me that for his Fathers sake Henry the fift in whose time boyes went to Span-counter for French Crownes I am content he shall raigne but I le be Protector ouer him Butcher And furthermore wee 'l haue the Lord Sayes head for selling the Dukedome of Maine Cade And good reason for thereby is England main'd And faine to go with a staffe but that my puissance holds it vp Fellow-Kings I tell you that that Lord Say hath gelded the Commonwealth and made it an Eunuch more then that he can speake French and therefore hee is a Traitor Staf. O grosse and miserable ignorance Cade Nay answer if you can The Frenchmen are our enemies go too then I ask but this Can he that speaks with the tongue of an enemy be a good Councellour or no All. No no and therefore wee 'l haue his head Bro. Well seeing gentle words will not preuayle Assaile them with the Army of the King Staf. Herald away and throughout euery Towne Proclaime them Traitors that are vp with Cade That those which flye before the battell ends May euen in their Wiues and Childrens sight Be hang'd vp for example at their doores And you that be the Kings Friends follow me Exit Cade And you that loue the Commons follow me Now shew your selues men 't is for Liberty We will not leaue one Lord one Gentleman Spare none but such as go in clouted shooen For they are thrifty honest men and such As would but that they dare not take our parts But. They are all in order and march toward vs. Cade But then are we in order when we are most out of order Come march forward Alarums to the fight wherein both the Staffords are slaine Enter Cade and the rest Cade Where 's Dicke the Butcher of Ashford But. Heere sir Cade They fell before thee like Sheepe and Oxen thou behaued'st thy selfe as if thou hadst beene in thine owne Slaughter-house Therfore thus will I reward thee the Lent shall bee as long againe as it is and thou shalt haue a License to kill for a hundred lacking one But. I desire no more Cade And to speake truth thou deseru'st no lesse This Monument of the victory will I beare and the bodies shall be dragg'd at my horse heeles till I do come to London where we will haue the Maiors sword born before vs. But. If we meane to thriue and do good breake open the Gaoles and let out the Prisoners Cade Feare not that I warrant thee Come let 's march towards London Exeunt Enter the King with a Supplication and the Queene with Suffolkes head the Duke of Buckingham and the Lord Say Queene Oft haue I heard that greefe softens the mind And makes it fearefull and degenerate Thinke therefore on reuenge and cease to weepe But who can cease to weepe and looke on this Heere may his head lye on my throbbing brest But where 's the body that I should imbrace Buc. What answer makes your Grace to the Rebells Supplication King I le send some holy Bishop to intreat For God forbid so many simple soules Should perish by the Sword And I my selfe Rather then bloody Warre shall cut them short Will parley with Iacke Cade their Generall But stay I le read it ouer once againe Qu. Ah barbarous villaines Hath this louely face Rul'd like a wandering Plannet ouer me And could it not inforce them to relent That were vnworthy to behold the same King Lord Say Iacke Cade hath sworne to huae thy head Say I but I hope your Highnesse shall haue his King How now Madam Still lamenting and mourning for Suffolkes death I feare me Loue if that I had beene dead Thou would'st not haue mourn'd so much for me Qu. No my Loue I should not mourne but dye for thee Enter a Messenger King How now What newes Why com'st thou in such haste Mes The Rebels are in Southwarke Fly my Lord Iacke Cade proclaimes himselfe Lord Mortimer Descended from the Duke of Clarence house And calles your Grace Vsurper openly And vowes to Crowne himselfe in Westminster His Army is a ragged multitude Of Hindes and Pezants rude and mercilesse Sir Humfrey Stafford and his Brothers death Hath giuen them heart and courage to proceede All Schollers Lawyers Courtiers Gentlemen They call false Catterpillers and intend their death Kin. Oh gracelesse men they know not what they do Buck. My gracious Lord retire to Killingworth Vntill a power be rais'd to put them downe Qu. Ah were the Duke of Suffolke now aliue These Kentish Rebels would be soone appeas'd King Lord Say the Traitors hateth thee Therefore away with vs to Killingworth Say So might your Graces person be in danger The sight of me is odious in their eyes And therefore in this Citty will I stay And liue alone as secret as I may Enter another Messenger Mess Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge The Citizens flye and forsake their houses The Rascall people thirsting after prey Ioyne with the Traitor and they ioyntly sweare To spoyle the City and your Royall Court. Buc. Then linger not my Lord away take horse King Come Margaret God our hope will succor vs. Qu. My hope is gone now Suffolke is deceast King Farewell my Lord trust not the Kentish Rebels Buc. Trust no body for feare you betraid Say The trust I haue is in mine innocence And therefore am I bold and resolute Exeunt Enter Lord Scales vpon the Tower walking Then enters two or three Citizens below Scales How now Is Iacke Cade slaine 1. Cit. No my Lord nor likely to be slaine For they haue wonne the Bridge Killing all those that withstand them The L. Maior
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
it out With Riuers Vaughan Grey and so 't will doe With some men else that thinke themselues as safe As thou and I who as thou know'st are deare To Princely Richard and to Buckingham Cates. The Princes both make high account of you For they account his Head vpon the Bridge Hast I know they doe and I haue well deseru'd it Enter Lord Stanley Come on come on where is your Bore-speare man Feare you the Bore and goe so vnprouided Stan. My Lord good morrow good morrow Catesby You may ieast on but by the holy Rood I doe not like these seuerall Councels I. Hast My Lord I hold my Life as deare as yours And neuer in my dayes I doe protest Was it so precious to me as 't is now Thinke you but that I know our state secure I would be so triumphant as I am Sta. The Lords at Pomfret whē they rode from London Were iocund and suppos'd their states were sure And they indeed had no cause to mistrust But yet you see how soone the Day o're-cast This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt Pray God I say I proue a needlesse Coward What shall we toward the Tower the day is spent Hast Come come haue with you Wot you what my Lord To day the Lords you talke of are beheaded Sta. They for their truth might better wear their Heads Then some that haue accus'd them weare their Hats But come my Lord let 's away Enter a Pursuiuant Hast Goe on before I le talke with this good fellow Exit Lord Stanley and Catesby How now Sirrha how goes the World with thee Purs The better that your Lordship please to aske Hast I tell thee man 't is better with me now Then when thou met'st me last where now we meet Then was I going Prisoner to the Tower By the suggestion of the Queenes Allyes But now I tell thee keepe it to thy selfe This day those Enemies are put to death And I in better state then ere I was Purs God hold it to your Honors good content Hast Gramercie fellow there drinke that for me Throwes him his Purse Purs I thanke your Honor. Exit Pursuiuant Enter a Priest Priest Well met my Lord I am glad to see your Honor Hast. I thanke thee good Sir Iohn with all my heart I am in your debt for your last Exercise Come the next Sabboth and I will content you Priest I le wait vpon your Lordship Enter Buckingham Buc. What talking with a Priest Lord Chamberlaine Your friends at Pomfret they doe need the Priest Your Honor hath no shriuing worke in hand Hast Good faith and when I met this holy man The men you talke of came into my minde What goe you toward the Tower Buc. I doe my Lord but long I cannot stay there I shall returne before your Lordship thence Hast Nay like enough for I stay Dinner there Buc. And Supper too although thou know'st it not Come will you goe Hast I le wait vpon your Lordship Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Sir Richard Ratcliffe with Halberds carrying the Nobles to death at Pomfret Riuers Sir Richard Ratcliffe let me tell thee this To day shalt thou behold a Subiect die For Truth for Dutie and for Loyaltie Grey God blesse the Prince from all the Pack of you A Knot you are of damned Blood-suckers Vaugh You liue that shall cry woe for this heereafter Rat. Dispatch the limit of your Liues is out Riuers O Pomfret Pomfret O thou bloody Prison Fatall and ominous to Noble Peeres Within the guiltie Closure of thy Walls Richard the Second here was hackt to death And for more slander to thy dismall Seat Wee giue to thee our guiltlesse blood to drinke Grey Now Margarets Curse is falne vpon our Heads When shee exclaim'd on Hastings you and I For standing by when Richard stab'd her Sonne Riuers Then curs'd shee Richard Then curs'd shee Buckingham Then curs'd shee Hastings Oh remember God To heare her prayer for them as now for vs And for my Sister and her Princely Sonnes Be satisfy'd deare God with our true blood Which as thou know'st vniustly must be spilt Rat. Make haste the houre of death is expiate Riuers Come Grey come Vaughan let vs here embrace Farewell vntill we meet againe in Heauen Exeunt Scaena Quarta Enter Buckingham Darby Hastings Bishop of Ely Norfolke Ratcliffe Louell with others at a Table Hast Now Noble Peeres the cause why we are met Is to determine of the Coronation In Gods Name speake when is the Royall day Buck. Is all things ready for the Royall time Darb. It is and wants but nomination Ely To morrow then I iudge a happie day Buck. Who knowes the Lord Protectors mind herein Who is most inward with the Noble Duke Ely Your Grace we thinke should soonest know his minde Buck. We know each others Faces for our Hearts He knowes no more of mine then I of yours Or I of his my Lord then you of mine Lord Hastings you and he are neere in loue Hast I thanke his Grace I know he loues me well But for his purpose in the Coronation I haue not sounded him nor he deliuer'd His gracious pleasure any way therein But you my Honorable Lords may name the time And in the Dukes behalfe I le giue my Voice Which I presume hee 'le take in gentle part Enter Gloucester Ely In happie time here comes the Duke himselfe Rich. My Noble Lords and Cousins all good morrow I haue beene long a sleeper but I trust My absence doth neglect no great designe Which by my presence might haue beene concluded Buck. Had you not come vpon your O my Lord William Lord Hastings had pronounc'd your part I meane your Voice for Crowning of the King Rich. Then my Lord Hastings no man might be bolder His Lordship knowes me well and loues me well My Lord of Ely when I was last in Holborne I saw good Strawberries in your Garden there I doe beseech you send for some of them Ely Mary and will my Lord with all my heart Exit Bishop Rich. Cousin of Buckingham a word with you Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse And findes the testie Gentleman so hot That he will lose his Head ere giue consent His Masters Child as worshipfully he tearmes it Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while I le goe with you Exeunt Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph To morrow in my iudgement is too sudden For I my selfe am not so well prouided As else I would be were the day prolong'd Enter the Bishop of Ely Ely Where is my Lord the Duke of Gloster I haue sent for these Strawberries Ha. His Grace looks chearfully smooth this morning There 's some conceit or other likes him well When that he bids good morrow with such spirit I thinke there 's neuer a man in Christendome Can lesser hide his loue or hate then hee For by his Face straight shall
you know his Heart Darb. What of his Heart perceiue you in his Face By any liuelyhood he shew'd to day Hast Mary that with no man here he is offended For were he he had shewne it in his Lookes Enter Richard and Buckingham Rich. I pray you all tell me what they deserue That doe conspire my death with diuellish Plots Of damned Witchcraft and that haue preuail'd Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes Hast The tender loue I beare your Grace my Lord Makes me most forward in this Princely presence To doome th' Offendors whosoe're they be I say my Lord they haue deserued death Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill Looke how I am bewitch'd behold mine Arme Is like a blasted Sapling wither'd vp And this is Edwards Wife that monstrous Witch Consorted with that Harlot Strumpet Shore That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me Hast If they haue done this deed my Noble Lord. Rich. If thou Protector of this damned Strumpet Talk'st thou to me of Ifs thou art a Traytor Off with his Head now by Saint Paul I sweare I will not dine vntill I see the same Louell and Ratcliffe looke that it be done Exeunt The rest that loue me rise and follow me Manet Louell and Ratcliffe with the Lord Hastings Hast Woe woe for England not a whit for me For I too fond might haue preuented this Stanley did dreame the Bore did rowse our Helmes And I did scorne it and disdaine to flye Three times to day my Foot-Cloth-Horse did stumble And started when he look'd vpon the Tower As loth to beare me to the slaughter-house O now I need the Priest that spake to me I now repent I told the Pursuiuant As too triumphing how mine Enemies To day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd And I my selfe secure in grace and fauour Oh Margaret Margaret now thy heauie Curse Is lighted on poore Hastings wretched Head Ra. Come come dispatch the Duke would be at dinner Make a short Shrift he longs to see your Head Hast O momentarie grace of mortall men Which we more hunt for then the grace of God! Who builds his hope in ayre of your good Lookes Liues like a drunken Sayler on a Mast Readie with euery Nod to tumble downe Into the fatall Bowels of the Deepe Lou. Come come dispatch 't is bootlesse to exclaime Hast. O bloody Richard miserable England I prophecie the fearefull'st time to thee That euer wretched Age hath look'd vpon Come lead me to the Block beare him my Head They smile at me who shortly shall be dead Exeunt Enter Richard and Buckingham in rotten Armour maruellous ill-fauoured Richard Come Cousin Canst thou quake and change thy colour Murther thy breath in middle of a word And then againe begin and stop againe As if thou were distraught and mad with terror Buck. Tut I can counterfeit the deepe Tragedian Speake and looke backe and prie on euery side Tremble and start at wagging of a Straw Intending deepe suspition gastly Lookes Are at my seruice like enforced Smiles And both are readie in their Offices At any time to grace my Stratagemes But what is Catesby gone Rich. He is and see he brings the Maior along Enter the Maior and Catesby Buck. Lord Maior Rich. Looke to the Draw-Bridge there Buck. Hearke a Drumme Rich. Catesby o're-looke the Walls Buck. Lord Maior the reason we haue sent Rich. Looke back defend thee here are Enemies Buck. God and our Innocencie defend and guard vs. Enter Louell and Ratcliffe with Hastings Head Rich. Be patient they are friends Ratcliffe and Louell Louell Here is the Head of that ignoble Traytor The dangerous and vnsuspected Hastings Rich. So deare I lou'd the man that I must weepe I tooke him for the plainest harmelesse Creature That breath'd vpon the Earth a Christian Made him my Booke wherein my Soule recorded The Historie of all her secret thoughts So smooth he dawb'd his Vice with shew of Vertue That his apparant open Guilt omitted I meane his Conuersation with Shores Wife He liu'd from all attainder of suspects Buck. Well well he was the couertst sheltred Traytor That euer liu'd Would you imagine or almost beleeue Wert not that by great preseruation We liue to tell it that the subtill Traytor This day had plotted in the Councell-House To murther me and my good Lord of Gloster Maior Had he done so Rich. What thinke you we are Turkes or Infidels Or that we would against the forme of Law Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death But that the extreme perill of the case The Peace of England and our Persons safetie Enforc'd vs to this Execution Maior Now faire befall you he deseru'd his death And your good Graces both haue well proceeded To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore Yet had we not determin'd he should dye Vntill your Lordship came to see his end Which now the louing haste of these our friends Something against our meanings haue preuented Because my Lord I would haue had you heard The Traytor speake and timorously confesse The manner and the purpose of his Treasons That you might well haue signify'd the same Vnto the Citizens who haply may Misconster vs in him and wayle his death Ma. But my good Lord your Graces words shal serue As well as I had seene and heard him speake And doe not doubt right Noble Princes both But I le acquaint our dutious Citizens With all your iust proceedings in this case Rich. And to that end we wish'd your Lordship here T' auoid the Censures of the carping World Buck. Which since you come too late of our intent Yet witnesse what you heare we did intend And so my good Lord Maior we bid farwell Exit Maior Rich. Goe after after Cousin Buckingham The Maior towards Guild-Hall hyes him in all poste There at your meetest vantage of the time Inferre the Bastardie of Edwards Children Tell them how Edward put to death a Citizen Onely for saying he would make his Sonne Heire to the Crowne meaning indeed his House Which by the Signe thereof was tearmed so Moreouer vrge his hatefull Luxurie And beastiall appetite in change of Lust Which stretcht vnto their Seruants Daughters Wiues Euen where his raging eye or sauage heart Without controll lusted to make a prey Nay for a need thus farre come neere my Person Tell them when that my Mother went with Child Of that insatiate Edward Noble Yorke My Princely Father then had Warres in France And by true computation of the time Found that the Issue was not his begot Which well appeared in his Lineaments Being nothing like the Noble Duke my Father Yet touch this sparingly as 't were farre off Because my Lord you know my Mother liues Buck. Doubt not my Lord I le play the Orator As if the Golden Fee for which I plead Were for my selfe and so my Lord adue Rich. If you