we wooe Transformed Timon to our Citties loue By humble Message and by promist meanes We were not all vnkinde nor all deserue The common stroke of warre 1 These walles of ours Were not erected by rheir hands from whom You haue receyu'd your greefe Nor are they such That these great Towres Trophees Schools shold fall For priuate faults in them 2 Nor are they liuing Who were the motiues that you first went out Shame that they wanted cunning in excesse Hath broke their hearts March Noble Lord Into our City with thy Banners spred By decimation and a tythed death If thy Reuenges hunger for that Food Which Nature loathes take thou the destin'd tenth And by the hazard of the spotted dye Let dye the spotted 1 All haue not offended For those that were it is not square to take On those that are Reuenge Crimes like Lands Are not inherited then deere Countryman Bring in thy rankes but leaue without thy rage Spare thy Athenian Cradle and those Kin Which in the bluster of thy wrath must fall With those that haue offended like a Shepheard Approach the Fold and cull th' infected forth But kill not altogether 2 What thou wilt Thou rather shalt inforce it with thy smile Then hew too 't with thy Sword 1 Set but thy foot Against our rampyr'd gates and they shall ope So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before To say thou 't enter Friendly 2 Throw thy Gloue Or any Token of thine Honour else That thou wilt vse the warres as thy redresse And not as our Confusion All thy Powers Shall make their harbour in our Towne till wee Haue seal'd thy full desire Alc. Then there 's my Gloue Defend and open your vncharged Ports Those Enemies of Timons and mine owne Whom you your selues shall set out for reproofe Fall and no more and to attone your feares With my more Noble meaning not a man Shall passe his quarter or offend the streame Of Regular Iustice in your Citties bounds But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes At heauiest answer Both. 'T is most Nobly spoken Alc. Descend and keepe your words Enter a Messenger Mes My Noble Generall Timon is dead Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o' th' Sea And on his Grauestone this Insculpture which With wax I brought away whose soft Impression Interprets for my poore ignorance Alcibiades reades the Epitaph Heere lies a wretched Coarse of wretched Soule bereft Seek not my name A Plague consume you wicked Caitifs left Heere lye I Timon who aliue all liuing men did hate Passe by and curse thy fill but passe and stay not here thy gate These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes Scornd'st our Braines flow and those our droplets which From niggard Nature fall yet Rich Conceit Taught thee to make vast Neptune weepe for aye On thy low Graue on faults forgiuen Dead Is Noble Timon of whose Memorie Heereafter more Bring me into your Citie And I will vse the Oliue with my Sword Make war breed peace make peace stint war make each Prescribe to other as each others Leach Let our Drummes strike Exeunt FINIS THE ACTORS NAMES TYMON of Athens Lucius And Lucullus two Flattering Lords Appemantus a Churlish Philosopher Sempronius another flattering Lord. Alcibiades an Athenian Captaine Poet. Painter Jeweller Merchant Certaine Senatours Certaine Maskers Certaine Theeues Flaminius one of Tymons Seruants Seruilius another Caphis Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Varro Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Philo. Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Titus Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Lucius Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Hortensis Seuerall Seruants to Vsurers Ventigius one of Tymons false Friends Cupid Sempronius With diuers other Seruants And Attendants THE TRAGEDIE OF IVLIVS CAESAR Actus Primus Scoena Prima Enter Flauius Murellus and certaine Commoners ouer the Stage Flauius HEnce home you idle Creatures get you home Is this a Holiday What know you not Being Mechanicall you ought not walke Vpon a labouring day without the signe Of your Profession Speake what Trade art thou Car. Why Sir a Carpenter Mur. Where is thy Leather Apron and thy Rule What dost thou with thy best Apparrell on You sir what Trade are you Cobl Truely Sir in respect of a fine Workman I am but as you would say a Cobler Mur. But what Trade art thou Answer me directly Cob. A Trade Sir that I hope I may vse with a safe Conscience which is indeed Sir a Mender of bad soules Fla. What Trade thou knaue Thou naughty knaue what Trade Cobl Nay I beseech you Sir be not out with me yet if you be out Sir I can mend you Mur. What mean'st thou by that Mend mee thou sawcy Fellow Cob. Why sir Cobble you Fla. Thou art a Cobler art thou Cob. Truly sir all that I liue by is with the Aule I meddle with no Tradesmans matters nor womens matters but withal I am indeed Sir a Surgeon to old shooes when they are in great danger I recouer them As proper men as euer trod vpon Neats Leather haue gone vpon my handy-worke Fla. But wherefore art not in thy Shop to day Why do'st thou leade these men about the streets Cob. Truly sir to weare out their shooes to get my selfe into more worke But indeede sir we make Holy-day to see Caesar and to reioyce in his Triumph Mur. Wherefore reioyce What Conquest brings he home What Tributaries follow him to Rome To grace in Captiue bonds his Chariot Wheeles You Blockes you stones you worse then senslesse things O you hard hearts you cruell men of Rome Knew you not Pompey many a time and oft Haue you climb'd vp to Walles and Battlements To Towres and Windowes Yea to Chimney tops Your Infants in your Armes and there haue sate The liue-long day with patient expectation To see great Pompey passe the streets of Rome And when you saw his Chariot but appeare Haue you not made an Vniuersall shout That Tyber trembled vnderneath her bankes To heare the replication of your sounds Made in her Concaue Shores And do you now put on your best attyre And do you now cull out a Holyday And do you now strew Flowers in his way That comes in Triumph ouer Pompeyes blood Be gone Runne to your houses fall vpon your knees Pray to the Gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this Ingratitude Fla. Go go good Countrymen and for this fault Assemble all the poore men of your sort Draw them to Tyber bankes and weepe your teares Into the Channell till the lowest streame Do kisse the most exalted Shores of all Exeunt all the Commoners See where their basest mettle be not mou'd They vanish tongue-tyed in their guiltinesse Go you downe that way towards the Capitoll This way will I Disrobe the Images If you do finde them deckt with Ceremonies Mur. May we do so You know it is the Feast of Lupercall Fla. It is no matter let no Images Be hung with Caesars Trophees I le about
drowne my booke Solemne musicke Heere enters Ariel before Then Alonso with a franticke gesture attended by Gonzalo Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco They all enter the circle which Prospero had made and there stand charm'd which Prospero obseruing speakes A solemne Ayre and the best comforter To an vnsetled fancie Cure thy braines Now vselesse boile within thy skull there stand For you are Spell-stopt Holy Gonzallo Honourable man Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine Fall fellowly drops The charme dissolues apace And as the morning steales vpon the night Melting the darkenesse so their rising sences Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle Their cleerer reason O good Gonzallo My true preseruer and a loyall Sir To him thou follow'st I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deede Most cruelly Did thou Alonso vse me and my daughter Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act Thou art pinch'd for 't now Sebastian Flesh and bloud You brother mine that entertaine ambition Expelld remorse and nature whom with Sebastian Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong Would heere haue kill'd your King I do forgiue thee Vnnaturall though thou art Their vnderstanding Begins to swell and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now ly foule and muddy not one of them That yet lookes on me or would know me Ariell Fetch me the Hat and Rapier in my Cell I will discase me and my selfe present As I was sometime Millaine quickly Spirit Thou shalt ere long be free Ariell sings and helps to attire him Where the Bee sucks there suck I In a Cowslips bell I lie There I cowch when Owles doe crie On the Batts backe I doe flie after Sommer merrily Merrily merrily shall I liue now Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow Pro. Why that 's my dainty Ariell I shall misse Thee but yet thou shalt haue freedome so so so To the Kings ship inuisible as thou art There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe Vnder the Hatches the Master and the Boat-swaine Being awake enforce them to this place And presently I pre'thee Ar. I drinke the aire before me and returne Or ere your pulse twice beate Exit Gon. All torment trouble wonder and amazement Inhabits heere some heauenly power guide vs Out of this fearefull Country Pro. Behold Sir King The wronged Duke of Millaine Prospero For more assurance that a liuing Prince Do's now speake to thee I embrace thy body And to thee and thy Company I bid A hearty welcome Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me As late I haue beene I not know thy Pulse Beats as of flesh and blood and since I saw thee Th' affliction of my minde amends with which I feare a madnesse held me this must craue And if this be at all a most strange story Thy Dukedome I resigne and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs But how shold Prospero Be liuing and be heere Pro. First noble Frend Let me embrace thine age whose honor cannot Be measur'd or confin'd Gonz. Whether this be Or be not I 'le not sweare Pro. You doe yet taste Some subtleties o' th' Isle that will not let you Beleeue things certaine Wellcome my friends all But you my brace of Lords were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors at this time I will tell no tales Seb. The Diuell speakes in him Pro. No For you most wicked Sir whom to call brother Would euen infect my mouth I do forgiue Thy rankest fault all of them and require My Dukedome of thee which perforce I know Thou must restore Alo. If thou beest Prospero Giue vs particulars of thy preferuation How thou hast met vs heere whom three howres since Were wrackt vpon this shore where I haue lost How sharp the point of this remembrance is My deere sonne Ferdinand Pro. I am woe for 't Sir Alo. Irreparable is the losse and patience Saies it is past her cure Pro. I rather thinke You haue not sought her helpe of whose soft grace For the like losse I haue her soueraigne aid And rest my selfe content Alo. You the like losse Pro. As great to me as late and supportable To make the deere losse haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you for I Haue lost my daughter Alo. A daughter Oh heauens that they were liuing both in Nalpes The King and Queene there that they were I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies when did you lose your daughter Pro. In this last Tempest I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire That they deuoure their reason and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth Their words Are naturall breath but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences know for certain That I am Prospero and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine who most strangely Vpon this shore where you were wrackt was landed To be the Lord on 't No more yet of this For 't is a Chronicle of day by day Not a relation for a break-fast nor Befitting this first meeting Welcome Sir This Cell's my Court heere haue I few attendants And Subiects none abroad pray you looke in My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe I will requite you with as good a thing At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my Dukedome Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chessei Mir. Sweet Lord you play me false Fer. No my dearest loue I would not for the world Mir. Yes for a score of Kingdomes you should wrangle And I would call it faire play Alo. If this proue A vision of the Island one deere Sonne Shall I twice loose Seb. A most high miracle Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull I haue curs'd them without cause Alo. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compasse thee about Arise and say how thou cam'st heere Mir. O wonder How many goodly creatures are there heere How beauteous mankinde is O braue new world That has such people in 't Pro. 'T is new to thee Alo. What is this Maid with whom thou was 't at play Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs And brought vs thus together Fer. Sir she is mortall But by immortall prouidence she 's mine I chose her when I could not aske my Father For his aduise nor thought I had one She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine Of whom so often I haue heard renowne But neuer saw before of whom I haue Receiu'd a second life and second Father This Lady makes him to me Alo. I am hers But O how odly will it sound that I Must aske my childe forgiuenesse Pro. There Sir stop Let vs not burthen our remembrances with A heauinesse that 's gon Gon. I haue inly wept Or should haue
motion to thy gate in a semi-circled Farthingale I see what thou wert if Fortune thy foe were not Nature thy friend Come thou canst not hide it Mist Ford. Beleeue me ther 's no such thing in me Fal. What made me loue thee Let that perswade thee Ther 's something extraordinary in thee Come I cannot cog and say thou art this and that like a-manie of these lisping-hauthorne buds that come like women in mens apparrell and smell like Bucklers-berry in simple time I cannot but I loue thee none but thee and thou deseru'st it M. Ford. Do not betray me sir I fear you loue M. Page Fal. Thou mightst as well say I loue to walke by the Counter-gate which is as hatefull to me as the reeke of a Lime-kill Mis Ford. Well heauen knowes how I loue you And you shall one day finde it Fal. Keepe in that minde I le deserue it Mist Ford. Nay I must tell you so you doe Or else I could not be in that minde Rob. Mistris Ford Mistris Ford heere 's Mistris Page at the doore sweating and blowing and looking wildely and would needs speake with you presently Fal. She shall not see me I will ensconce mee behinde the Arras M. Ford. Pray you do so she 's a very tatling woman What 's the matter How now Mist Page O mistris Ford what haue you done You 'r sham'd y' are ouerthrowne y' are vndone for euer M. Ford. What 's the matter good mistris Page M. Page O weladay mist Ford hauing an honest man to your husband to giue him such cause of suspition M. Ford. What cause of suspition M. Page What cause of suspition Out vpon you How am I mistooke in you M. Ford. Why alas what 's the matter M. Page Your husband's comming hether Woman with all the Officers in Windsor to search for a Gentleman that he sayes is heere now in the house by your consent to take an ill aduantage of his absence you are vndone M. Ford. 'T is not so I hope M. Page Pray heauen it be not so that you haue such a man heere but 't is most certaine your husband's comming with halfe Windsor at his heeles to serch for such a one I come before to tell you If you know your selfe cleere why I am glad of it but if you haue a friend here conuey conuey him out Be not amaz'd call all your senses to you defend your reputation or bid farwell to your good life for euer M. Ford. What shall I do There is a Gentleman my deere friend and I feare not mine owne shame so much as his perill I had rather then a thousand pound he were out of the house M. Page For shame neuer stand you had rather and you had rather your husband 's heere at hand bethinke you of some conueyance in the house you cannot hide him Oh how haue you deceiu'd me Looke heere is a basket if he be of any reasonable stature he may creepe in heere and throw fowle linnen vpon him as if it were going to bucking Or it is whiting time send him by your two men to Datchet-Meade M. Ford. He 's too big to go in there what shall I do Fal. Let me see 't let me see 't O let me see 't I le in I le in Follow your friends counsell I le in M. Page What Sir Iohn Faistasse Are these your Letters Knight Fal. I loue thee helpe mee away let me creepe in heere I le neuer M. Page Helpe to couer your master Boy Call your men Mist Ford. You dissembling Knight M. Ford. What Iohn Robert Iohn Go take vp these cloathes heere quickly Wher 's the Cowle-staffe Look how you drumble Carry them to the Landresse in Datchet mead quickly come Ford. 'Pray you come nere if I suspect without cause Why then make sport at me then let me be your iest I deserue it How now Whether beare you this Ser. To the Landresse forsooth M. Ford. Why what haue you to doe whether they beare it You were best meddle with buck-washing Ford. Bucke I would I could wash my selfe of y e Buck Bucke bucke bucke I bucke I warrant you Bucke And of the season too it shall appeare Gentlemen I haue dream'd to night I le tell you my dreame heere heere heere bee my keyes ascend my Chambers search seeke finde out I le warrant wee 'le vnkennell the Fox Let me stop this way first so now vncape Page Good master Ford be contented You wrong your selfe too much Ford. True master Page vp Gentlemen You shall see sport anon Follow me Gentlemen Euans This is fery fantasticall humors and iealousies Caius By gar 't is no-the fashion of France It is not iealous in France Page Nay follow him Gentlemen see the yssue of his search Mist Page Is there not a double excellency in this Mist Ford. I know not which pleases me better That my husband is deceiued or Sir Iohn Mist Page What a taking was hee in when your husband askt who was in the basket Mist Ford. I am halfe affraid he will haue neede of washing so throwing him into the water will doe him a benefit Mist Page Hang him dishonest rascall I would all of the same straine were in the same distresse Mist Ford. I thinke my husband hath some speciall suspition of Falstaffs being heere for I neuer saw him so grosse in his iealousie till now Mist Page I will lay a plot to try that and wee will yet haue more trickes with Falstaffe his dissolute disease will scarse obey this medicine Mis Ford. Shall we send that foolishion Carion Mist Quickly to him and excuse his throwing into the water and giue him another hope to betray him to another punishment Mist. Page We will do it let him be sent for to morrow eight a clocke to haue amends Ford. I cannot finde him may be the knaue bragg'd of that he could not compasse Mis Page Heard you that Mis Ford. You vse me well M. Ford Do you Ford. I I do so M. Ford. Heauen make you better then your thoghts Ford. Amen Mi. Page You do your selfe mighty wrong M. Ford Ford. I I I must beare it Eu. If there be any pody in the house in the chambers and in the coffers and in the presses heauen forgiue my sins at the day of iudgement Caius Be gar nor I too there is no-bodies Page Fy fy M. Ford are you not asham'd What spirit what diuell suggests this imagination I wold not ha your distemper in this kind for y e welth of Windsor castle Ford. 'T is my fault M. Page I suffer for it Euans You suffer for a pad conscience your wife is as honest a o' mans as I will desires among fiue thousand and fiue hundred too Cai By gar I see 't is an honest woman Ford. Well I promisd you a dinner come come walk in the Parke I pray you pardon me I wil hereafter make knowne to you why I haue done this Come wife come Mi. Page
brother die More then our Brother is our Chastitie I le tell him yet of Angelo's request And fit his minde to death for his soules rest Exit Actus Tertius Scena Prima Enter Duke Claudio and Prouost Du. So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo Cla. The miserable haue no other medicine But onely hope I' haue hope to liue and am prepar'd to die Duke Be absolute for death either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter Reason thus with life If I do loose thee I do loose a thing That none but fooles would keepe a breath thou art Seruile to all the skyie-influences That dost this habitation where thou keepst Hourely afflict Meerely thou art deaths foole For him thou labourst by thy flight to shun And yet runst toward him still Thou art not noble For all th' accommodations that thou bearst Are nurst by basenesse Thou' rt by no meanes valiant For thou dost feare the soft and tender forke Of a poore worme thy best of rest is sleepe And that thou oft prouoakst yet grosselie fearst Thy death which is no more Thou art not thy selfe For thou exists on manie a thousand graines That issue out of dust Happie thou art not For what thou hast not still thou striu'st to get And what thou hast forgetst Thou art not certaine For thy complexion shifts to strange effects After the Moone If thou art rich thou' rt poore For like an Asse whose backe with Ingots bowes Thou bearst thy heauie riches but a iournie And death vnloads thee Friend hast thou none For thine owne bowels which do call thee fire The meere effusion of thy proper loines Do curse the Gowt Sapego and the Rheume For ending thee no sooner Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after-dinners sleepe Dreaming on both for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged and doth begge the almes Of palsied-Eld and when thou art old and rich Thou hast neither heate affection limbe nor beautie To make thy riches pleasant what 's yet in this That beares the name of life Yet in this life Lie hid moe thousand deaths yet death we feare That makes these oddes all euen Cla. I humblie thanke you To sue to liue I finde I seeke to die And seeking death finde life Let it come on Enter Isabella Isab What hoa Peace heere Grace and good companie Pro. Who 's there Come in the wish deserues a welcome Duke Deere sir ere long I le visit you againe Cla. Most bolie Sir I thanke you Isa My businesse is a word or two with Claudio Pro. And verie welcom looke Signior here 's your sister Duke Prouost a word with you Pro. As manie as you please Duke Bring them to heare me speak where I may be conceal'd Cla. Now sister what 's the comfort Isa Why As all comforts are most good most good indeede Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his swift Ambassador Where you shall be an euerlasting Leiger Therefore your best appointment make with speed To Morrow you set on Clau. Is there no remedie Isa None but such remedie as to saue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine Clau. But is there anie Isa Yes brother you may liue There is a diuellish mercie in the Iudge If you 'l implore it that will free your life But fetter you till death Cla. Perpetuall durance Isa I iust perpetuall durance a restraint Through all the worlds vastiditie you had To a determin'd scope Clau. But in what nature Isa In such a one as you consenting too 't Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare And leaue you naked Clau. Let me know the point Isa Oh I do feare thee Claudio and I quake Least thou a feauorous life shouldst entertaine And six or seuen winters more respect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'st thou die The sence of death is most in apprehension And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall sufferance finds a pang as great As when a Giant dies Cla. Why giue you me this shame Thinke you I can a resolution fetch From flowrie tendernesse If I must die I will encounter darknesse as a bride And hugge it in mine armes Isa There spake my brother there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice Yes thou must die Thou art too noble to conserue a life In base appliances This outward sainted Deputie Whose setled visagn and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head and follies doth â—new As Falcon doth the Fowle is yet a diuell His filth within being cast he would appeare A pond as deepe as hell Cla. The prenzie Angelo Isa Oh 't is the cunning Liuerie of hell The damnest bodie to inuest and couer In prenzie gardes dost thou thinke Claudio If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'st be freed Cla. Oh heauens it cannot be Isa Yes he would giu 't thee from this rank offence So to offend him still This night 's the time That I should do what I abhorre to name Or else thou diest to morrow Clau. Thou shalt not do 't Isa O were it but my life I 'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin Clau. Thankes deere Isabell Isa Be readie Claudio for your death to morrow Clau. Yes Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the Law by th' nose When he would force it Sure it is no sinne Or of the deadly seuen it is the least Isa Which is the least Cla. If it were damnable he being so wise Why would he for the momentarie tricke Be perdurablie fin'de Oh Isabell Isa What saies my brother Cla. Death is a fearefull thing Isa And shamed life a hatefull Cla. I but to die and go we know not where To lie in cold obstruction and to rot This sensible warme motion to become A kneaded clod And the delighted spirit To bath in fierie floods or to recide In thrilling Region of thicke-ribbed Ice To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes And blowne with restlesse violence round about The pendant world or to be worse then worst Of those that lawlesse and incertaine thought Imagine howling 't is too horrible The weariest and most loathed worldly life That Age Ache periury and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a Paradise To what we feare of death Isa Alas alas Cla. Sweet Sister let me liue What sinne you do to saue a brothers life Nature dispenses with the deede so farre That it becomes a vertue Isa Oh you beast Oh faithlesse Coward oh dishonest wretch Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice Is' t not a kinde of Incest to take life From thine owne sisters shame What should I thinke Heauen shield my Mother plaid my Father faire For such a warped slip of wildernesse Nere issu'd from his blood Take my defiance Die perish Might but my bending downe Repreeue thee from thy fate it should proceede I le pray a thousand praiers for thy death No word to saue thee Cla. Nay heare
as you is not that strange Beat. As strange as the thing I know not it were as possible for me to say I loued nothing so well as you but beleeue me not and yet I lie not I confesse nothing nor I deny nothing I am sorry for my cousin Bene. By my sword Beatrice thou lou'st me Beat. Doe not sweare by it and eat it Bene. I will sweare by it that you loue mee and I will make him eat it that sayes I loue not you Beat. Will you not eat your word Bene. With no sawce that can be deuised to it I protest I loue thee Beat. Why then God forgiue me Bene. What offence sweet Beatrice Beat. You haue stayed me in a happy howre I was about to protest I loued you Bene. And doe it with all thy heart Beat. I loue you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest Bened. Come bid me doe any thing for thee Beat. Kill Claudio Bene. Ha not for the wide world Beat. You kill me to denie farewell Bene. Tarrie sweet Beatrice Beat. I am gone though I am heere there is no loue in you nay I pray you let me goe Bene. Beatrice Beat. Infaith I will goe Bene. Wee 'll be friends first Beat. You dare easier be friends with mee than fight with mine enemy Bene. Is Claudio thine enemie Beat. Is a not approued in the height a villaine that hath slandered scorned dishonoured my kinswoman O that I were a man what beare her in hand vntill they come to take hands and then with publike accusation vncouered slander vnmittigated rancour O God that I were a man I would eat his heart in the market-place Bene. Heare me Beatrice Beat. Talke with a man out at a window a proper saying Bene. Nay but Beatrice Beat. Sweet Hero she is wrong'd shee is slandered she is vndone Bene. Beat Beat. Princes and Counties surelie a Princely testimonie a goodly Count Comfect a sweet Gallant surelie O that I were a man for his sake or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake But manhood is melted into cursies valour into complement and men are onelie turned into tongue and trim ones too he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and sweares it I cannot be a man with wishing therfore I will die a woman with grieuing Bene. Tarry good Beatrice by this hand I loue thee Beat. Vse it for my loue some other way then swearing by it Bened. Thinke you in your soule the Count Claudio hath wrong'd Hero Beat. Yea as sure as I haue a thought or a soule Bene. Enough I am engagde I will challenge him I will kisse your hand and so leaue you by this hand Claudio shall render me a deere account as you heare of me so thinke of me goe comfort your coosin I must say she is dead and so farewell Enter the Constables Borachio and the Towne Clerke in gownes Keeper Is our whole dissembly appeard Cowley O a stoole and a cushion for the Sexton Sexton Which be the malefactors Andrew Marry that am I and my partner Cowley Nay that 's certaine wee haue the exhibition to examine Sexton But which are the offenders that are to be examined let them come before master Constable Kemp. Yea marry let them come before mee what is your name friend Bor. Borachio Kem. Pray write downe Borachio Yours sirra Con. I am a Gentleman sir and my name is Conrade Kee. Write downe Master gentleman Conradeâ— maisters doe you serue God maisters it is proued alreadie that you are little better than false knaues and it will goe neere to be thought so shortly how answer you for your selues Con. Marry sir we say we are none Kemp. A maruellous witty fellow I assure you but I will goe about with him come you hither sirra a word in your eare sir I say to you it is thought you are false knaues Bor. Sir I say to you we are none Kemp. Well stand aside 'fore God they are both in a tale haue you writ downe that they are none Sext. Master Constable you goe not the way to examine you must call forth the watch that are their accusers Kemp. Yea marry that 's the eftest way let the watch come forth masters I charge you in the Princes name accuse these men Watch 1. This man said sir that Don Iohn the Princes brother was a villaine Kemp. Write down Prince Iohn a villaine why this is flat periurie to call a Princes brother villaine Bora. Master Constable Kemp. Pray thee fellow peace I do not like thy looke I promise thee Sexton What heard you him say else Watch 2. Mary that he had receiued a thousand Dukates of Don Iohn for accusing the Lady Hero wrongfully Kemp. Flat Burglarie as euer was committed Const Yea by th' masse that it is Sexton What else fellow Watch 1. And that Count Claudio did meane vpon his words to disgrace Hero before the whole assembly and not marry her Kemp. O villaine thou wilt be condemn'd into euerlasting redemption for this Sexton What else Watch. This is all Sexton And this is more masters then you can deny Prince Iohn is this morning secretly stolne away Hero was in this manner accus'd in this very manner refus'd and vpon the griefe of this sodainely died Master Constable let these men be bound and brought to Leonato I will goe before and shew him their examination Const Come let them be opinion'd Sex Let them be in the hands of Coxcombe Kem. Gods my life where 's the Sexton let him write downe the Princes Officer Coxcombe come binde them thou naughty varlet Couley Away you are an asse you are an asse Kemp. Dost thou not suspect my place dost thou not suspect my yeeres O that hee were heere to write mee downe an asse but masters remember that I am an asse though it be not written down yet forget not y t I am an asse No thou villaine y u art full of piety as shall be prou'd vpon thee by good witnesse I am a wise fellow and which is more an officer and which is more a houshoulder and which is more as pretty a peece of flesh as any in Messina and one that knowes the Law goe to a rich fellow enough goe to and a fellow that hath had losses and one that hath two gownes and euery thing handsome about him bring him away O that I had been writ downe an asse Exit Actus Quintus Enter Leonato and his brother Brother If you goe on thus you will kill your selfe And 't is not wisedome thus to second griefe Against your selfe Leon. I pray thee cease thy counsaile Which falls into mine eares as profitlesse As water in a siue giue not me counsaile Nor let no comfort delight mine eare But such a one whose wrongs doth sute with mine Bring me a father that so lou'd his childe Whose ioy of her is ouer-whelmed like mine And bid him speake of patience Measure his woe
vn-vext retyre With vnhack'd swords and Helmets all vnbruis'd We will beare home that Iustie blood againe Which heere we came to spout against your Towne And leaue your children wiues and you in peace But if you fondly passe our proffer'd offer 'T is not the rounder of your old-fac'd walles Can hide you from our messengers of Warre Though all these English and their discipline Were harbour'd in their rude circumference Then tell vs Shall your Citie call vs Lord In that behalfe which we haue challeng'd it Or shall we giue the signall to our rage And stalke in blood to our possession Cit. In breefe we are the King of Englands subiects For him and in his right we hold this Towne Iohn Acknowledge then the King and let me in Cit. That can we not but he that proues the King To him will we proue loyall till that time Haue we ramm'd vp our gates against the world Iohn Doth not the Crowne of England prooue the King And if not that I bring you Witnesses Twice fifteene thousand hearts of Englands breed Bast Bastards and else Iohn To verifie our title with their liues Fran. As many and as well-borne bloods as those Bast Some Bastards too Fran. Stand in his face to contradict his claime Cit. Till you compound whose right is worthiest We for the worthiest hold the right from both Iohn Then God forgiue the sinne of all those soules That to their euerlasting residence Before the dew of euening fall shall fleete In dreadfull triall of our kingdomes King Fran. Amen Amen mount Cheualiers to Armes Bast Saint George that swindg'd the Dragon And ere since sit's on 's horsebacke at mine Hostesse dore Teach vs some fence Sirrah were I at home At your den sirrah with your Lionnesse I would set an Oxe-head to your Lyons hide And make a monster of you Aust Peace no more Bast O tremble for you heare the Lyon rore Iohn Vp higher to the plaine where we 'l set forth In best appointment all our Regiments Bast Speed then to take aduantage of the field Fra. It shall be so and at the other hill Command the rest to stand God and our right Exeunt Heere after excursions Enter the Herald of France with Trumpets to the gates F. Her You men of Angiers open wide your gates And let yong Arthur Duke of Britaine in Who by the hand of France this day hath made Much worke for teares in many an English mother Whose sonnes lye scattered on the bleeding ground Many a widdowes husband groueling lies Coldly embracing the discoloured earth And victorie with little losse doth play Vpon the dancing banners of the French Who are at hand triumphantly displayed To enter Conquerors and to proclaime Arthur of Britaine Englands King and yours Enter English Herald with Trumpet E. Har. Reioyce you men of Angiers ring your bels King Iohn your king and Englands doth approach Commander of this hot malicious day Their Armours that march'd hence so siluer bright Hither returne all gilt with Frenchmens blood There stucke no plume in any English Crest That is remoued by a staffe of France Our colours do returne in those same hands That did display them when we first marcht forth And like a iolly troope of Huntsmen come Our lustie English all with purpled hands Dide in the dying slaughter of their foes Open your gates and giue the Victors way Hubert Heralds from off our towres we might behold From first to last the on-set and retyre Of both your Armies whose equality By our best eyes cannot be censured Blood hath bought blood and blowes haue answered blowes Strength matcht with strength and power confronted power Both are alike and both alike we like One must proue greatest While they weigh so euen We hold our Towne for neither yet for both Enter the two Kings with their powers at seuerall doores Iohn France hast thou yet more blood to cast away Say shall the currant of our right rome on Whose passage vext with thy impediment Shall leaue his natiue channell and ore-swell with course disturb'd euen thy confining shores Vnlesse thou let his siluer Water keepe A peacefull progresse to the Ocean Fra. England thou hast not sau'd one drop of blood In this hot triall more then we of France Rather lost more And by this hand I sweare That swayes the earth this Climate ouer-lookes Before we will lay downe our iust-borne Armes Wee 'l put thee downe ' gainst whom these Armes wee beare Or adde a royall number to the dead Gracing the scroule that tels of this warres losse With slaughter coupled to the name of kings Bast Ha Maiesty how high thy glory towres When the rich blood of kings is set on fire Oh now doth death line his dead chaps with steele The swords of souldiers are his teeth his phangs And now he feasts mousing the flesh of men In vndetermin'd differences of kings Why stand these royall fronts amazed thus Cry hauocke kings backe to the stained field You equall Potents fierie kindled spirits Then let confusion of one part confirm The others peace till then blowes blood and death Iohn Whose party do the Townesmen yet admit Fra. Speake Citizens for England whos 's your king Hub. The king of England when we know the king Fra. Know him in vs that heere hold vp his right Iohn In Vs that are our owne great Deputie And beare possession of our Person heere Lord of our presence Angiers and of you Fra. A greater powre then We denies all this And till it be vndoubted we do locke Our former scruple in our strong barr'd gates Kings of our feare vntill our feares resolu'd Be by some certaine king purg'd and depos'd Bast By heauen these scroyles of Angiers flout you kings And stand securely on their battelments As in a Theater whence they gape and point At your industrious Scenes and acts of death Your Royall presences be rul'd by mee Do like the Mutines of Ierusalem Be friends a-while and both conioyntly bend Your sharpest Deeds of malice on this Towne By East and West let France and England mount Their battering Canon charged to the mouthes Till their soule-fearing clamours haue braul'd downe The flintie ribbes of this contemptuous Citie I 'de play incessantly vpon these Iades Euen till vnfenced desolation Leaue them as naked as the vulgar ayre That done disseuer your vnited strengths And part your mingled colours once againe Turne face to face and bloody point to point Then in a moment Fortune shall cull forth Out of one side her happy Minion To whom in fauour she shall giue the day And kisse him with a glorious victory How like you this wilde counsell mighty States Smackes it not something of the policie Iohn Now by the sky that hangs aboue our heads I like it well France shall we knit our powres And lay this Angiers euen with the ground Then after fight who shall be king of it Bast And if thou hast the mettle of a king Being wrong'd
Prin. Wee 'l leaue that to the proofe Poin. Sirra Iacke thy horse stands behinde the hedg when thou need'st him there thou shalt finde him Farewell and stand fast Fal. Now cannot I strike him if I should be hang'd Prin. Ned where are our disguises Poin. Heere hard by Stand close Fal. Now my Masters happy man be his dole say I euery man to his businesse Enter Trauellers Tra. Come Neighbor the boy shall leade our Horses downe the hill Wee 'l walke a-foot a while and ease our Legges Theeues Stay Tra. Iesu blesse vs. Fal. Strike down with them cut the villains throats a whorson Caterpillars Bacon-fed Knaues they hate vs youth downe with them fleece them Tra. O we are vndone both we and ours for euer Fal. Hang ye gorbellied knaues are you vndone No ye Fat Chuffes I would your store were heere On Bacons on what ye knaues Yong men must liue you are Grand Iurers are ye Wee 'l iure ye ifaith Heere they rob them and binde them Enter the Prince and Poines Prin. The Theeues haue bound the True-men Now could thou and I rob the Theeues and go merily to London it would be argument for a Weeke Laughter for a Moneth and a good iest for euer Poynes Stand close I heare them comming Enter Theeues againe Fal. Come my Masters let vs share and then to horsse before day and the Prince and Poynes bee not two arrand Cowards there 's no equity stirring There 's no moe valour in that Poynes than in a wilde Ducke Prin. Your money Poin. Villaines As they are sharing the Prince and Poynes sat vpon them They all run away leauing the booty behind them Prince Got with much ease Now merrily to Horse The Theeues are scattred and possest with fear so strongly that they dare not meet each other each takes his fellow for an Officer Away good Ned Falstaffe sweates to death and Lards the leane earth as he walkes along wer't not for laughing I should pitty him Poin. How the Rogue roar'd Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Hotspurre solus reading a Letter But for mine owne part my Lord I could bee well contented to be there in respect of the loue I beare your house He could be contented Why is he not then in respect of the loue he beares our house He shewes in this he loues his owne Barne better then he loues our house Let me see some more The purpose you vndertake is dangerous Why that 's certaine 'T is dangerous to take a Colde to sleepe to drinke but I tell you my Lord foole out of this Nettle Danger we plucke this Flower Safety The purpose you vndertake is dangerous the Friends you haue named vncertaine the Time it selfe vnsorted and your whole Plot too light for the counterpoize of so great an Opposition Say you so say you so I say vnto you againe you are a shallow cowardly Hinde and you Lye What a lacke-braine is this I protest our plot is as good a plot as euer was laid our Friend true and constant A good Plotte good Friends and full of expectation An excellent plot very good Friends What a Frosty-spirited rogue is this Why my Lord of Yorke commends the plot and the generall course of the action By this hand if I were now by this Rascall I could braine him with his Ladies Fan. Is there not my Father my Vnckle and my Selfe Lord Edmund Mortimer my Lord of Yorke and Owen Glendour Is there not besides the Dowglas Haue I not all their letters to meete me in Armes by the ninth of the next Moneth and are they not some of them set forward already What a Pagan Rascall is this An Infidell Ha you shall see now in very sincerity of Feare and Cold heart will he to the King and lay open all our proceedings O I could diuide my selfe and go to buffets for mouing such a dish of skim'd Milk with so honourable an Action Hang him let him tell the King we are prepared I will set forwards to night Enter his Lady How now Kate I must leaue you within these two hours La. O my good Lord why are you thus alone For what offence haue I this fortnight bin A banish'd woman from my Harries bed Tell me sweet Lord what is' t that takes from thee Thy stomacke pleasure and thy golden sleepe Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth And start so often when thou sitt'st alone Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheekes And giuen my Treasures and my rights of thee To thicke-ey'd musing and curst melancholly In my faint-slumbers I by thee haue watcht And heard thee murmore tales of Iron Warres Speake tearmes of manage to thy bounding Steed Cry courage to the field And thou hast talk'd Of Sallies and Retires Trenches Tents Of Palizadoes Frontiers Parapets Of Basiliskes of Canon Culuerin Of Prisoners ransome and of Souldiers slaine And all the current of a headdy fight Thy spirit within thee hath beene so at Warre And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleepe That beds of sweate hath stood vpon thy Brow Like bubbles in a late-disturbed Streame And in thy face strange motions haue appear'd Such as we see when men restraine their breath On some great sodaine hast O what portents are these Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand And I must know it else he loues me not Hot. What ho Is Gilliams with the Packet gone Ser. He is my Lord an houre agone Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frō the Sheriffe Ser. One horse my Lord he brought euen now Hot. What Horse A Roane a crop eare is it not Ser. It is my Lord. Hot. That Roane shall be my Throne Well I will backe him straight Esperance bid Butler lead him forth into the Parke La. But heare you my Lord. Hot. What say'st thou my Lady La. What is it carries you away Hot. Why my horse my Loue my horse La. Out you mad-headed Ape a Weazell hath not such a deale of Spleene as you are tost with In sooth I le know your businesse Harry that I will I feare my Brother Mortimer doth stirre about his Title and hath sent for you to line his enterprize But if you go Hot. So farre a foot I shall be weary Loue. La. Come come you Paraquito answer me directly vnto this question that I shall aske Indeede I le breake thy little finger Harry if thou wilt not tel me true Hot. Away away you trifler Loue I loue thee not I care not for thee Kate this is no world To play with Mammets and to tilt with lips We must haue bloodie Noses and crack'd Crownes And passe them currant too Gods me my horse What say'st thou Kate what wold'st thou haue with me La. Do ye not loue me Do ye not indeed Well do not then For since you loue me not I will not loue my selfe Do you not loue me Nay tell me if thou speak'st in iest or no. Hot. Come wilt thou see me ride And when
studies his Companions Like a strange Tongue wherein to gaine the Language 'T is needfull that the most immodest word Be look'd vpon and learn'd which once attayn'd Your Highnesse knowes comes to no farther vse But to be knowne and hated So like grosse termes The Prince will in the perfectnesse of time Cast off his followers and their memorie Shall as a Patterne or a Measure liue By which his Grace must mere the liues of others Turning past-euills to aduantages King 'T is seldome when the Bee doth leaue her Combe In the dead Carrion Enter Westmerland Who 's heere Westmerland West Health to my Soueraigne and new happinesse Added to that that I am to deliuer Prince Iohn your Sonne doth kisse your Graces Hand Mowbray the Bishop Scroope Hastings and all Are brought to the Correction of your Law There is not now a Rebels Sword vnsheath'd But Peace puts forth her Oliue euery where The manner how this Action hath beene borne Here at more leysure may your Highnesse reade With euery course in his particular King O Westmerland thou art a Summer Bird Which euer in the haunch of Winter sings The lifting vp of day Enter Harcourt Looke heere 's more newes Harc From Enemies Heauen keepe your Maiestie And when they stand against you may they fall As those that I am come to tell you of The Earle Northumberland and the Lord Bardolfe With a great Power of English and of Scots Are by the Sherife of Yorkeshire ouerthrowne The manner and true order of the fight This Packet please it you containes at large King And wherefore should these good newes Make me sicke Will Fortune neuer come with both hands full But write her faire words still in foulest Letters Shee eyther giues a Stomack and no Foode Such are the poore in health or else a Feast And takes away the Stomack such are the Rich That haue aboundance and enioy it not I should reioyce now at this happy newes And now my Sight fayles and my Braine is giddie O me come neere me now I am much ill Glo. Comfort your Maiestie Cla. Oh my Royall Father West My Soueraigne Lord cheare vp your selfe looke vp War Be patient Princes you doe know these Fits Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie Stand from him giue him ayre Hee 'le straight be well Clar. No no hee cannot long hold out these pangs Th' incessant care and labour of his Minde Hath wrought the Mure that should confine it in So thinne that Life lookes through and will breake out Glo. The people feare me for they doe obserue Vnfather'd Heires and loathly Births of Nature The Seasons change their manners as the Yeere Had found some Moneths asleepe and leap'd them ouer Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd no ebbe betweene And the old folke Times doting Chronicles Say it did so a little time before That our great Grand-fire Edward sick'd and dy'de War Speake lower Princes for the King recouers Glo. This Apoplexie will certaine be his end King I pray you take me vp and beare me hence Into some other Chamber softly ' pray Let there be no noyse made my gentle friends Vnlesse some dull and fauourable hand Will whisper Musicke to my wearie Spirit War Caâ— for the Musicke in the other Roome King Set me the Crowne vpon my Pillow here Clar. His eye is hollow and hee changes much War Lesse noyse lesse noyse Enter Prince Henry P. Hen. Who saw the Duke of Clarence Clar. I am here Brother full of heauinesse P. Hen. How now Raine within doores and none abroad How doth the King Glo. Exceeding ill P. Hen. Heard hee the good newes yet Tell it him Glo. Hee alter'd much vpon the hearing it P. Hen. If hee be sicke with Ioy Hee 'le recouer without Physicke War Not so much noyse my Lords Sweet Prince speake lowe The King your Father is dispos'd to sleepe Clar. Let vs with-draw into the other Roome War Wil 't please your Grace to goe along with vs P. Hen. No I will sit and watch here by the King Why doth the Crowne lye there vpon his Pillow Being so troublesome a Bed-fellow O pollish'd Perturbation Golden Care That keep'st the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchfull Night sleepe with it now Yet not so sound and halte so deepely sweete As hee whose Brow with homely Biggen bound Snores out the Watch of Night O Maiestie When thou do'st pinch thy Bearer thou do'st sit Like a rich Armor worne in heat of day That scald'st with safetie by his Gates of breath There lyes a dowlney feather which stirres not Did hee suspitâ— that light and weightlesse dowlne Perforce must moue My gracious Lord my Father This sleepe is sound indeede this is a sleepe That from this Golden Rigoll hath diuorc'd So many English Kings Thy due from me Is Teareâ— and heauie Sorrowes of the Blood Which Nature Loue and filiall tendernesse Shall O deare Father pay thee plenteously My due from thee is this Imperiall Crowne Which as immediate from thy Place and Blood Deriues it selfe to me Loe heere it sits Which Heauen shall guard And put the worlds whole strength into one gyant Arme It shall not force this Lineall Honor from me This from thee will I to mine leaue As 't is left to me Exit Enter Warwicke Gloucester Clarence King Warwicke Gloucester Clarence Clar. Doth the King call War What would your Maiestie how fares your Grace King Why did you leaue me here alone my Lords Cla. We left the Prince my Brother here my Liege Who vndertooke to sit and watch by you King The Prince of Wales where is hee let mee see him War This doore is open hee is gone this way Glo. Hee came not through the Chamber where wee stayd King Where is the Crowne who tooke it from my Pillow War When wee with-drew my Liege wee left it heere King The Prince hath ta'ne it hence Goe seeke him out Is hee so hastie that hee doth suppose My sleepe my death Finde him my Lord of Warwick Chide him hither this part of his conioynes With my disease and helpes to end me See Sonnes what things you are How quickly Nature falls into reuolt When Gold becomes her Obiect For this the foolish ouer-carefull Fathers Haue broke their sleepes with thoughts Their braines with care their bones with industry For this they haue ingrossed and pyl'd vp The canker'd heapes of strange-atchieued Gold For this they haue beene thoughtfull to inuest Their Sonnes with Arts and Martiall Exercises When like the Bee culling from euery flower The vertuous Sweetes our Thighes packt with Wax Our Mouthes with Honey wee bring it to the Hiue And like the Bees are murthered for our paines This bitter taste yeelds his engrossements To the ending Father Enter Warwicke Now where is hee that will not stay so long Till his Friend Sicknesse hath determin'd me War My Lord I found the Prince in the next Roome Washing with kindly Teares his gentle Cheekes With such a deepe
suites The Greatnesse of his Person Buck. Nay Sir Nicholas Let it alone my State now will but mocke me When I came hither I was Lord High Constable And Duke of Buckingham now poore Edward Bohun Yet I am richer then my base Accusers That neuer knew what Truth meant I now seale it And with that bloud will make 'em one day groane for 't My noble Father Henry of Buckingham Who first rais'd head against Vsurping Richard Flying for succour to his Seruant Banister Being distrest was by that wretch betraid And without Tryall fell Gods peace be with him Henry the Seauenth succeeding truly pittying My Fathers losse like a most Royall Prince Restor'd me to my Honours and out of ruines Made my Name once more Noble Now his Sonne Henry the Eight Life Honour Name and all That made me happy at one stroake ha's taken For euer from the World I had my Tryall And must needs say a Noble one which makes me A little happier then my wretched Father Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes both Fell by our Seruants by those Men we lou'd most A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice Heauen ha's an end in all yet you that heare me This from a dying man receiue as certaine Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels Be sure you be not loose for those you make friends And giue your hearts to when they once perceiue The least rub in your fortunes fall away Like water from ye neuer found againe But where they meane to sinke ye all good people Pray for me I must now forsake ye the last houre Of my long weary life is come vpon me Farewell and when you would say somthing that is sad Speake how I fell I haue done and God forgiue me Exeunt Duke and Traine 1. O this is full of pitty Sir it cals I feare too many curseâ— on their heads That were the Authors 2. If the Duke be guiltlesse 'T is full of woe yet I can giue you inckling Of an ensuing euill if it fall Greater then this 1. Good Angels keepe it from vs What may it be you doe not doubt my faith Sir 2. This Secret is so weighty 't will require A strong faith to conceale it 1. Let me haue it I doe not talke much 2. I am confident You shall Sir Did you not of late dayes heare A buzzing of a Separation Betweene the King and Katherine 1. Yes but it held not For when the King once heard it out of anger He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight To stop the rumor and allay those tongues That durst disperse it 2. But that slander Sir Is found a truth now for it growes agen Fresher then e're it was and held for certaine The King will venture at it Either the Cardinall Or some about him neere haue out of malice To the good Queene possest him with a scruple That will vndoe her To confirme this too Cardinall Campeius is arriu'd and lately As all thinke for this busines 1. T is the Cardinall And meerely to reuenge him on the Emperour For not bestowing on him at his asking The Archbishopricke of Toledo this is purpos'd 2. I thinke You haue hit the marke but is' t not cruell That she should feele the smart of this the Cardinall Will haue his will and she must fall 1. 'T is wofull Wee are too open heere to argue this Let 's thinke in priuate more Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Lord Chamberlaine reading this Letter MY Lord the Horses your Lordship sent for with all the care I had I saw well chosen ridden and furnish'd They were young and handsome and of the best breed in the North. When they were ready to set out for London a man of my Lord Cardinalls bâ— Commission and maine power tooke 'em from me with this reason his maister would bee seru'd before a Subiect if not before the King which stop'd our mouthes Sir I feare he will indeede well let him haue them hee will haue all I thinke Enter to the Lord Chamberlaine the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke Norf. Well met my Lord Chamberlaine Cham. Good day to both your Graces Suff. How is the King imployd Cham. I left him priuate Full of sad thoughts and troubles Norf. What 's the cause Cham. It seemes the Marriage with his Brothers Wife Ha's crept too neere his Conscience Suff. No his Conscience Ha's crept too neere another Ladie Norf. T is so This is the Cardinals doing The King-Cardinall That blinde Priest like the eldest Sonne of Fortune Turnes what he list The King will know him one day Suff. Pray God he doe Hee 'l neuer know himselfe else Norf. How holily he workes in all his businesse And with what zeale For now he has crackt the League Between vs the Emperor the Queens great Nephew He diues into the Kings Soule and there scatters Dangers doubts wringing of the Conscience Feares and despaires and all these for his Marriage And out of all these to restore the King He counsels a Diuorce a losse of her That like a Iewell ha's hung twenty yeares About his necke yet neuer lost her lustre Of her that loues him with that excellence That Angels loue good men with Euen of her That when the greatest stroake of Fortune falls Will blesse the King and is not this course pious Cham. Heauen keep me from such councel t is most true These newes are euery where euery tongue speaks 'em And euery true heart weepes for 't All that dare Looke into these affaires see this maine end The French Kings Sister Heauen will one day open The Kings eyes that so long haue slept vpon This bold bad man Suff. And free vs from his slauery Norf. We had need pray And heartily for our deliuerance Or this imperious man will worke vs all From Princes into Pages all mens honours Lie like one lumpe before him to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please Suff. For me my Lords I loue him not nor feare him there 's my Creede As I am made without him so I le stand If the King please his Curses and his blessings Touch me alike th' are breath I not beleeue in I knew him and I know him so I leaue him To him that made him proud the Pope Norf. Let 's in And with some other busines put the King From these sad thoughts that work too much vpon him My Lord you le beare vs company Cham. Excuse me The King ha's sent me otherwhere Besides You 'l finde a most vnfit time to disturbe him Health to your Lordships Norfolke Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine Exit Lord Chamberlaine and the King drawes the Curtaine and sits reading pensiuely Suff. How sad he lookes sure he is much afflicted Kin. Who 's there Ha Norff. Pray God he be not angry Kin. Who 's there I say How dare you thrust your selues Into my priuate Meditations Who am I Ha Norff. A gracious King that pardons all offences Malice ne're meant Our
thee 't is so thou singly honest man Heere take the Gods out of my miserie Ha's sent thee Treasure Go liue rich and happy But thus condition'd Thou shalt build from men Hate all curse all shew Charity to none But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone Ere thou releeue the Begger Giue to dogges What thou denyest to men Let Prisons swallow 'em Debts wither'em to nothing be men like blasted woods And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods And so farewell and thriue Stew. O let me stay and comfort you my Master Tim. If thou hat'st Curses Stay not flye whil'st thou art blest and free Ne're see thou man and let me ne're see thee Exit Enter Poet and Painter Pain As I tooke note of the place it cannot be farre where he abides Poet. What 's to be thought of him Does the Rumor hold for true That hee 's so full of Gold Painter Certaine Alcibiades reports it Phrinica and Timandylo Had Gold of him He likewise enrich'd Poore stragling Souldiers with great quantity 'T is saide he gaue vnto his Steward A mighty summe Poet. Then this breaking of his Ha's beene but a Try for his Friends Painter Nothing else You shall see him a Palme in Athens againe And flourish with the highest Therefore 't is not amisse we tender our loues To him in this suppos'd distresse of his It will shew honestly in vs And is very likely to loade our purposes With what they trauaile for If it be a iust and true report that goes Of his hauing Poet. What haue you now To present vnto him Painter Nothing at this time But my Visitation onely I will promise him An excellent Peece Poet. I must serue him so too Tell him of an intent that 's comming toward him Painter Good as the best Promising is the verie Ayre o' th' Time It opens the eyes of Expectation Performance is euer the duller for his acte And but in the plainer and simpler kinde of people The deede of Saying is quite out of vse To Promise is most Courtly and fashionable Performance is a kinde of Will or Testament Which argues a great sicknesse in his iudgement That makes it Enter Timon from his Caue Timon Excellent Workeman Thou canst not paint a man so badde As is thy selfe Poet. I am thinking What I shall say I haue prouided for him It must be a personating of himselfe A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries That follow youth and opulencie Timon Must thou needes Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men Do so I haue Gold for thee Poet. Nay let 's seeke him Then do we sinne against our owne estate When we may profit meete and come too late Painter True When the day serues before blacke-corner'd night Finde what thou want'st by free and offer'd light Come Tim. I le meete you at the turne What a Gods Gold that he is worshipt In a baser Temple then where Swine feede 'T is thou that rigg'st the Barke and plow'st the Fome Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue To thee be worshipt and thy Saints for aye Be crown'd with Plagues that thee alone obay Fit I meet them Poet. Haile worthy Timon Pain Our late Noble Master Timon Haue I once liu'd To see two honest men Poet. Sir Hauing often of your open Bounty tasted Hearing you were retyr'd your Friends falne off Whose thankelesse Natures O abhorred Spirits Not all the Whippes of Heauen are large enough What to you Whose Starre-like Noblenesse gaue life and influence To their whole being I am rapt and cannot couer The monstrous bulke of this Ingratitude With any size of words Timon Let it go Naked men may see 't the better You that are honest by being what you are Make them best seene and knowne Pain He and my selfe Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts And sweetly felt it Timon I you are honest man Painter We are hither come To offer you our seruice Timon Most honest men Why how shall I requite you Can you eate Roots and drinke cold water no Both. What we can do Wee 'l do to do you seruice Tim. Y' are honest men Y' haue heard that I haue Gold I am sure you haue speake truth y' are honest men Pain So it is said my Noble Lord but therefore Came not my Friend nor I. Timon Good honest men Thou draw'st a counterfet Best in all Athens th' art indeed the best Thou counterfet'st most liuely Pain So so my Lord. Tim. E'ne so sir as I say And for thy fiction Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art But for all this my honest Natur'd friends I must needs say you haue a little fault Marry 't is not monstrous in you neither wish I You take much paines to mend Both. Beseech your Honour To make it knowne to vs. Tim. You 'l take it ill Both. Most thankefully my Lord. Timon Will you indeed Both. Doubt it not worthy Lord. Tim. There 's neuer a one of you but trusts a Knaue That mightily deceiues you Both. Do we my Lord Tim. I and you heare him cogge See him dissemble Know his grosse patchery loue him feede him Keepe in your bosome yet remaine assur'd That he 's a made-vp-Villaine Pain I know none such my Lord. Poet. Nor I. Timon Looke you I loue you well I le giue you Gold Rid me these Villaines from your companies Hang them or stab them drowne them in a draught Confound them by some course and come to me I le giue you Gold enough Both. Name them my Lord let 's know them Tim. You that way and you this But two in Company Each man a part all single and alone Yet an arch Villaine keepes him company If where thou art two Villaines shall not be Come not neere him If thou would'st not recide But where one Villaine is then him abandon Hence packe there 's Gold you came for Gold ye slaues You haue worke for me there 's payment hence You are an Alcumist make Gold of that Out Rascall dogges Exeunt Enter Steward and two Senators Stew. It is vaine that you would speake with Timon For he is set so onely to himselfe That nothing but himselfe which lookes like man Is friendly with him 1. Sen. Bring vs to his Caue It is our part and promise to th' Athenians To speake with Timon 2. Sen. At all times alike Men are not still the same 't was Time and Greefes That fram'd him thus Time with his fairer hand Offering the Fortunes of his former dayes The former man may make him bring vs to him And chanc'd it as it may Stew. Heere is his Caue Peace and content be heere Lord Timon Timon Looke out and speake to Friends Th' Athenians By two of their most reuerend Senate greet thee Speake to them Noble Timon Enter Timon out of his Canâ— Tim. Thou
for him haue I offended Who is heere so rude that would not be a Roman If any speak for him haue I offended Who is heere so vile that will not loue his Countrey If any speake for him haue I offended I pause for a Reply All. None Brutus none Brutus Then none haue I offended I haue done no more to Caesar then you shall do to Brutus The Question of his death is inroll'd in the Capitoll his Glory not extenuated wherein he was worthy nor his offences enforc'd for which he suffered death Enter Mark Antony with Caesars body Heere comes his Body mourn'd by Marke Antony who though he had no hand in his death shall receiue the benefit of his dying a place in the CoÌ„monwealth as which of you shall not With this I depart that as I slewe my best Louer for the good of Rome I haue the same Dagger for my selfe when it shall please my Country to need my death All. Liue Brutus liue liue 1. Bring him with Triumph home vnto his house 2. Giue him a Statue with his Ancestors 3. Let him be Caesar 4. Caesars better parts Shall be Crown'd in Brutus 1. Wee 'l bring him to his House With Showts and Clamors Bru. My Country-men 2. Peace silence Brutus speakes 1. Peace ho. Bru. Good Countrymen let me depart alone And for my sake stay heere with Antony Do grace to Caesars Corpes and grace his Speech Tending to Caesars Glories which Marke Antony By our permission is allow'd to make I do intreat you not a man depart Saue I alone till Antony haue spoke Exit 1 Stay ho and let vs heare Mark Antony 3 Let him go vp into the publike Chaire Wee 'l heare him Noble Antony go vp Ant. For Brutus sake I am beholding to you 4 What does he say of Brutus 3 He sayes for Brutus sake He findes himselfe beholding to vs all 4 'T were best he speake no harme of Brutus heere 1 This Caesar was a Tyrant 3 Nay that 's certaine We are blest that Rome is rid of him 2 Peace let vs heare what Antony can say Ant. You gentle Romans All. Peace hoe let vs heare him An. Friends Romans Countrymen lend me your ears I come to bury Caesar not to praise him The euill that men do liues after them The good is oft enterred with their bones So let it be with Caesar The Noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was Ambitious If it were so it was a greeuous Fault And greeuously hath Caesar answer'd it Heere vnder leaue of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an Honourable man So are they all all Honourable mâ—n Come I to speake in Caesars Funerall He was my Friend faithfull and iust to me But Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man He hath brought many Captiues home to Rome Whose Ransomes did the generall Coffers fill Did this in Caesar seeme Ambitious When that the poore haue cry'de Caesar hath wept Ambition should be made of sterner stuffe Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And Brutus is an Honourable man You all did see that on the Lupercall I thrice presented him a Kingly Crowne Which he did thrice refuse Was this Ambition Yet Brutus sayes he was Ambitious And sure he is an Honourable man I speake not to disprooue what Brutus spoke But heere I am to speake what I do know You all did loue him once not without cause What cause with-holds you then to mourne for him O Iudgement thou are fled to brutish Beasts And Men haue lost their Reason Beare with me My heart is in the Coffin there with Caesar And I must pawse till it come backe to me 1 Me thinkes there is much reason in his sayings 2 If thou consider rightly of the matter Caesar ha's had great wrong 3 Ha's hee Masters I feare there will a worse come in his place 4. Mark'd ye his words he would not take y e Crown Therefore 't is certaine he was not Ambitious 1. If it be found so some will deere abide it 2. Poore soule his eyes are red as fire with weeping 3. There 's not a Nobler man in Rome then Antony 4. Now marke him he begins againe to speake Ant. But yesterday the word of Caesar might Haue stood against the World Now lies he there And none so poore to do him reuerence O Maisters If I were dispos'd to stirre Your hearts and mindes to Mutiny and Rage I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong Who you all know are Honourable men I will not do them wrong I rather choose To wrong the dead to wrong my selfe and you Then I will wrong such Honourable men But heere 's a Parchment with the Seale of Caesar I found it in his Closset 't is his Will Let but the Commons heare this Testament Which pardon me I do not meane to reade And they would go and kisse dead Caesars wounds And dip their Napkins in his Sacred Blood Yea begge a haire of him for Memory And dying mention it within their Willes Bequeathing it as a rich Legacie Vnto their issue 4 Wee 'l heare the Will reade it Marke Antony All. The Will the Will we will heare Caesars Will Ant. Haue patience gentle Friends I must not read it It is not meete you know how Caesar lou'd you You are not Wood you are not Stones but men And being men hearing the Will of Caesar It will inflame you it will make you mad 'T is good you know not that you are his Heires For if you should O what would come of it 4 Read the Will wee 'l heare it Antony You shall reade vs the Will Caesars Will Ant. Will you be Patient Will you stay a-while I haue o're-shot my selfe to tell you of it I feare I wrong the Honourable men Whose Daggers haue stabb'd Caesar I do feare it 4 They were Traitors Honourable men All. The Will the Testament 2 They were Villaines Murderers the Will read the Will Ant. You will compell me then to read the Will Then make a Ring about the Corpes of Caesar And let me shew you him that made the Will Shall I descend And will you giue me leaue All. Come downe 2 Descend 3 You shall haue leaue 4 A Ring stand round 1 Stand from the Hearse stand from the Body 2 Roome for Antony most Noble Antony Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me stand farre off All. Stand backe roome beare backe Ant. If you haue teares prepare to shed them now You all do know this Mantle I remember The first time euer Caesar put it on 'T was on a Summers Euening in his Tent That day he ouercame the Neruij Looke in this place ran Cassius Dagger through See what a rent the enuious Caska made Through this the wel-beloued Brutus stabb'd And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away Marke how the blood of Caesar followed it As rushing out of doores to be resolu'd If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd or no For Brutus as you know was Caesars Angel Iudge O
together Murth It was so please your Highnesse Macb. Well then Now haue you consider'd of my speeches Know that it was he in the times past Which held you so vnder fortune Which you thought had been our innocent selfe This I made good to you in our last conference Past in probation with you How you were borne in hand how crost The Instruments who wrought with them And all things else that might To halfe a Soule and to a Notion craz'd Say Thus did Banquo 1. Murth You made it knowne to vs. Macb. I did so And went further which is now Our point of second meeting Doe you finde your patience so predominant In your nature that you can let this goe Are you so Gospell'd to pray for this good man And for his Issue whose heauie hand Hath bow'd you to the Graue and begger'd Yours for euer 1. Murth We are men my Liege Macb. I in the Catalogue ye goe for men As Hounds and Greyhounds Mungrels Spaniels Curres Showghes Water-Rugs and Demy-Wolues are clipt All by the Name of Dogges the valued file Distinguishes the swift the slow the subtle The House-keeper the Hunter euery one According to the gift which bounteous Nature Hath in him clos'd whereby he does receiue Particular addition from the Bill That writes them all alike and so of men Now if you haue a station in the file Not i' th' worst ranke of Manhood say 't And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes Whose execution takes your Enemie off Grapples you to the heart and loue of vs Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life Which in his Death were perfect 2. Murth I am one my Liege Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World Hath so incens'd that I am recklesse what I doe To spight the World 1. Murth And I another So wearie with Disasters tugg'd with Fortune That I would set my Life on any Chance To mend it or be rid on 't Macb. Both of you know Banquo was your Enemie Murth True my Lord. Macb. So is he mine and in such bloody distance That euery minute of his being thrusts Against my neer'st of Life and though I could With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight And bid my will auouch it yet I must not For certaine friends that are both his and mine Whose loues I may not drop but wayle his fall Who I my selfe struck downe and thence it is That I to your assistance doe make loue Masking the Businesse from the common Eye For sundry weightie Reasons 2. Murth We shall my Lord Performe what you command vs. 1. Murth Though our Liues Macb. Your Spirits shine through you Within this houre at most I will aduise you where to plant your selues Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o' th' time The moment on 't for 't must be done to Night And something from the Pallace alwayes thought That I require a clearenesse and with him To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke Fleans his Sonne that keepes him companie Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me Then is his Fathers must embrace the fate Of that darke houre resolue your selues apart I le come to you anon Murth We are resolu'd my Lord. Macb. I le call vpon you straight abide within It is concluded Banquo thy Soules flight If it finde Heauen must finde it out to Night Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter Macbeths Lady and a Seruant Lady Is Banquo gone from Court Seruant I Madame but returnes againe to Night Lady Say to the King I would attend his leysure For a few words Seruant Madame I will Exit Lady Nought's had all 's spent Where our desire is got without content 'T is safer to be that which we destroy Then by destruction dwell in doubtfull ioy Enter Macbeth How now my Lord why doe you keepe alone Of sorryest Fancies your Companions making Vsing those Thoughts which should indeed haue dy'd With them they thinke on things without all remedie Should be without regard what 's done is done Macb. We haue scorch'd the Snake not kill'd it Shee 'le close and be her selfe whilest our poore Mallice Remaines in danger of her former Tooth But let the frame of things dis-ioynt Both the Worlds suffer Ere we will eate our Meale in feare and sleepe In the affliction of these terrible Dreames That shake vs Nightly Better be with the dead Whom we to gayne our peace haue sent to peace Then on the torture of the Minde to lye In restlesse extasie Duncane is in his Graue After Lifes fitfull Feuer he sleepes well Treason ha's done his worst nor Steele nor Poyson Mallice domestique forraine Leuie nothing Can touch him further Lady Come on Gentle my Lord sleeke o're your rugged Lookes Be bright and Iouiall among your Guests to Night Macb. So shall I Loue and so I pray be you Let your remembrance apply to Banquo Present him Eminence both with Eye and Tongue Vnsafe the while that wee must laue Our Honors in these flattering streames And make our Faces Vizards to our Hearts Disguising what they are Lady You must leaue this Macb. O full of Scorpions is my Minde deare Wife Thou know'st that Banquo and his Fleans liues Lady But in them Natures Coppie's not eterne Macb. There 's comfort yet they are assaileable Then be thou iocund ere the Bat hath flowne His Cloyster'd flight ere to black Heccats summons The shard-borne Beetle with his drowsie hums Hath rung Nights yawning Peale There shall be done a deed of dreadfull note Lady What 's to be done Macb. Be innocent of the knowledge dearest Chuck Till thou applaud the deed Come feeling Night Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond Which keepes me pale Light thickens And the Crow makes Wing toth ' Rookie Wood Good things of Day begin to droope and drowse Whiles Nights black Agents to their Prey 's doe rowse Thou maruell'st at my words but hold thee still Things bad begun make strong themselues by ill So prythee goe with me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter three Murtherers 1. But who did bid thee ioyne with vs 3. Macbeth 2. He needes not our mistrust since he deliuers Our Offices and what we haue to doe To the direction iust 1. Then stand with vs The West yet glimmers with some streakes of Day Now spurres the lated Traueller apace To gayne the timely Inne end neere approches The subiect of our Watch. 3. Hearke I heare Horses Banquo within Giue vs a Light there hoa 2. Then 't is hee The rest that are within the note of expectation Alreadie are i' th' Court 1. His Horses goe about 3. Almost a mile but he does vsually So all men doe from hence toth ' Pallace Gate Make it their Walke Enter Banquo and Fleans with a Torch 2. A Light a Light 3. 'T is hee 1. Stand too 't Ban. It will be Rayne to Night 1. Let it come downe Ban. O