Fal. Shadow whose sonne art thou Shad. My Mothers sonne Sir Falst Thy Mothers sonne like enough and thy Fathers shadow so the sonne of the Female is the shadow of the Male it is often so indeede but not of the Fathers substance Shal. Do you like him sir Iohn Falst Shadow will serue for Summer pricke him For wee haue a number of shadowes to fill vppe the Muster-Booke Shal. Thomas Wart Falst Where 's he Wart Heere sir Falst Is thy name Wart Wart Yea sir Fal. Thou art a very ragged Wart Shal. Shall I pricke him downe Sir Iohn Falst It were superfluous for his apparrel is built vpon his backe and the whole frame stands vpon pins prick him no more Shal. Ha ha ha you can do it sir you can doe it I commend you well Francis Feeble Feeble Heere sir Shal. What Trade art thou Feeble Feeble A Womans Taylor sir Shal. Shall I pricke him sir Fal. You may But if he had beene a mans Taylor he would haue prick'd you Wilt thou make as many holes in an enemies Battaile as thou hast done in a Womans petticote Feeble I will doe my good will sir you can haue no more Falst Well said good Womans Tailour Well sayde Couragious Feeble thou wilt bee as valiant as the wrathfull Doue or most magnanimous Mouse Pricke the womans Taylour well Master Shallow deepe Maister Shallow Feeble I would Wart might haue gone sir Fal. I would thou wert a mans Tailor that y u might'st mend him and make him fit to goe I cannot put him to a priuate souldier that is the Leader of so many thousands Let that suffice most Forcible Feeble Feeble It shall suffice Falst I am bound to thee reuerend Feeble Who is the next Shal. Peter Bulcalfe of the Greene. Falst Yea marry let vs see Bulcalfe Bul. Heere sir Fal. Trust me a likely Fellow Come pricke me Bulcalfe till he roare againe Bul. Oh good my Lord Captaine Fal. What do'st thou roare before th' art prickt Bul. Oh sir I am a diseased man Fal. What disease hast thou Bul. A whorson cold sir a cough sir which I caught with Ringing in the Kings affayres vpon his Coronation day sir Fal. Come thou shalt go to the Warres in a Gowne we will haue away thy Cold and I will take such order that thy friends shall ring for thee Is heere all Shal. There is two more called then your number you must haue but foure heere sir and so I pray you go in with me to dinner Fal. Come I will goe drinke with you but I cannot tarry dinner I am glad to see you in good troth Master Shallow Shal. O sir Iohn doe you remember since wee lay all night in the Winde-mill in S Georges Field Falstaffe No more of that good Master Shallow No more of that Shal. Ha it was a merry night And is Iane Night-worke aliue Fal. She liues M. Shallow Shal. She neuer could away with me Fal. Neuer neuer she would alwayes say shee could not abide M. Shallow Shal. I could anger her to the heart shee was then a Bona-Roba Doth she hold her owne well Fal. Old old M. Shallow Shal. Nay she must be old she cannot choose but be old certaine shee 's old and had Robin Night-worke by old Night-worke before I came to Clements Inne Sil. That 's fiftie fiue yeeres agoe Shal. Hah Cousin Silence that thou hadst seene that that this Knight and I haue seene hah Sir Iohn said I well Falst Wee haue heard the Chymes at mid-night Master Shallow Shal. That wee haue that wee haue in faith Sir Iohn wee haue our watch-word was Hem-Boyes Come let 's to Dinner come let 's to Dinner Oh the dayes that wee haue seene Come come Bul. Good Master Corporate Bardolph stand my friend and heere is foure Harry tenne shillings in French Crownes for you in very truth sir I had as lief be hang'd sir as goe and yet for mine owne part sir I do not care but rather because I am vnwilling and for mine owne part haue a desire to stay with my friends else sir I did not care for mine owne part so much Bard. Go-too stand aside Mould And good Master Corporall Captaine for my old Dames sake stand my friend shee hath no body to doe any thing about her when I am gone and she is old and cannot helpe her selfe you shall haue fortie sir Bard. Go-too stand aside Feeble I care not a man can die but once wee owe a death I will neuer beare a base minde if it be my destinie so if it be not so no man is too good to serue his Prince and let it goe which way it will he that dies this yeere is quit for the next Bard. Well said thou art a good fellow Feeble Nay I will beare no base minde Falst Come sir which men shall I haue Shal. Foure of which you please Bard. Sir a word with you I haue three pound to free Mouldie and Bull-calfe Falst Go-too well Shal. Come sir Iohn which foure will you haue Falst Doe you chuse for me Shal. Marry then Mouldie Bull-calfe Feeble and Shadow Falst Mouldie and Bull-calfe for you Mouldie stay at home till you are past seruice and for your part Bull-calfe grow till you come vnto it I will none of you Shal. Sir Iohn Sir Iohn doe not your selfe wrong they are your likelyest men and I would haue you seru'd with the best Falst Will you tell me Master Shallow how to chuse a man Care I for the Limbe the Thewes the stature bulke and bigge assemblance of a man giue mee the spirit Master Shallow Where 's Wart you see what a ragged appearance it is hee shall charge you and discharge you with the motion of a Pewterers Hammer come off and on swifter then hee that gibbets on the Brewers Bucket And this same halfe-fac'd fellow Shadow giue me this man hee presents no marke to the Enemie the foe-man may with as great ayme leuell at the edge of a Pen-knife and for a Retrait how swiftly will this Feeble the Womans Taylor runne off O giue me the spare men and spare me the great ones Put me a Calyuer into Warts hand Bardolph Bard. Hold Wart Trauerse thus thus thus Falst Come manage me your Calyuer so very well go-too very good exceeding good O giue me alwayes a little leane old chopt bald Shot Well said Wart thou art a good Scab hold there is a Tester for thee Shal. Hee is not his Crafts-master hee doth not doe it right I remember at Mile-end-Greene when I lay at Clements Inne I was then Sir Dagonet in Arthurs Show there was a little quiuer fellow and hee would manage you his Peece thus and hee would about and about and come you in and come you in Rah tah tah would hee say Bownce would hee say and away againe would hee goe and againe would he come I shall neuer see such a fellow Falst These fellowes will doe well Master Shallow Farewell Master Silence I will not
heare Of any Prince so wilde at Liberty But be he as he will yet once ere night I will imbrace him with a Souldiers arme That he shall shrinke vnder my curtesie Arme arme with speed And Fellow 's Soldiers Friends Better consider what you haue to do That I that haue not well the gift of Tongue Can lift your blood vp with perswasion Enter a Messenger Mes My Lord heere are Letters for you Hot. I cannot reade them now O Gentlemen the time of life is short To spend that shortnesse basely were too long If life did ride vpon a Dials point Still ending at the arriuall of an houre And if we liue we liue to treade on Kings If dye braue death when Princes dye with vs. Now for our Consciences the Armes is faire When the intent for bearing them is iust Enter another Messenger Mes My Lord prepare the King comes on apace Hot. I thanke him that he cuts me from my tale For I professe not talking Onely this Let each man do his best And heere I draw a Sword Whose worthy temper I intend to staine With the best blood that I can meete withall In the aduenture of this perillous day Now Esperance Percy and set on Sound all the lofty Instruments of Warre And by that Musicke let vs all imbrace For heauen to earth some of vs neuer shall A second time do such a curtesie They embrace the Trumpets sound the King entereth with his power alarum vnto the battell Then enter Dowglas and Sir Walter Blunt Blu. What is thy name that in battel thus y u crossest me What honor dost thou seeke vpon my head Dow. Know then my name is Dowglas And I do haunt thee in the battell thus Because some tell me that thou art a King Blunt They tell thee true Dow. The Lord of Stafford deere to day hath bought Thy likenesse for insted of thee King Harry This Sword hath ended him so shall it thee Vnlesse thou yeeld thee as a Prisoner Blu. I was not borne to yeeld thou haughty Scot And thou shalt finde a King that will reuenge Lords Staffords death Fight Blunt is slaine then enters Hotspur Hot. O Dowglas hadst thou fought at Holmedon thus I neuer had triumphed o're a Scot. Dow. All 's done all 's won here breathles lies the king Hot. Where Dow. Heere Hot. This Dowglas No I know this face full well A gallant Knight he was his name was Blunt Semblably furnish'd like the King himselfe Dow. Ah foole go with thy soule whether it goes A borrowed Title hast thou bought too deere Why didst thou tell me that thou wer 't a King Hot. The King hath many marching in his Coats Dow. Now by my Sword I will kill all his Coates I le murder all his Wardrobe peece by peece Vntill I meet the King Hot. Vp and away Our Souldiers stand full fairely for the day Exeunt Alarum and enter Falstaffe solus Fal. Though I could scape shot-free at London I fear the shot heere here 's no scoring but vpon the pate Soft who are you Sir Walter Blunt there 's Honour for you here 's no vanity I am as hot as molten Lead and as heauy too heauen keepe Lead out of mee I neede no more weight then mine owne Bowelles I haue led my rag of Muffins where they are pepper'd there 's not three of my 150. left aliue and they for the Townes end to beg during life But who comes heere Enter the Prince Pri. What stand'st thou idle here Lend me thy sword Many a Nobleman likes starke and stiffe Vnder the hooues of vaunting enemies Whose deaths are vnreuengâ—d Prethy lend me thy sword Fal. O Hal I prethee giue me leaue to breath awhile Turke Gregory neuer did such deeds in Armes as I haue done this day I haue paid Percy I haue made him sure Prin. He is indeed and liuing to kill thee I prethee lend me thy sword Falst Nay Hal if Percy bee aliue thou getst not my Sword but take my Pistoll if thou wilt Prin. Giue it me What is it in the Case Fal. I Hal 't is hot There 's that will Sacke a City The Prince drawes out a Bottle of Sacke Prin. What is it a time to iest and dally now Exit Throwes it at him Fal. If Percy be aliue I le pierce him if he do come in my way so if he do not if I come in his willingly let him make a Carbonado of me I like not such grinning honour as Sir Walter hath Giue mee life which if I can saue so if not honour comes vnlook'd for and ther 's an end Exit Scena Tertia Alarum excursions enter the King the Prince Lord Iohn of Lancaster and Earle of Westmerland King I prethee Harry withdraw thy selfe thou bleedest too much Lord Iohn of Lancaster go you with him P. Ioh. Not I my Lord vnlesse I did bleed too Prin. I beseech your Maiesty make vp Least you retirement do amaze your friends King I will do so My Lord of Westmerland leade him to his Tent. West Come my Lord I le leade you to your Tent. Prin. Lead me my Lord I do not need your helpe And heauen forbid a shallow scratch should driue The Prince of Wales from such a field as this Where stain'd Nobility lyes troden on And Rebels Armes triumph in massacres Ioh. We breath too long Come cosin Westmerland Our duty this way lies for heauens sake come Prin. By heauen thou hast deceiu'd me Lancaster I did not thinke thee Lord of such a spirit Before I lou'd thee as a Brother Iohn But now I do respect thee as my Soule King I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance then I did looke for Of such an vngrowne Warriour Prin. O this Boy lends mettall to vs all Exit Enter Dowglas Dow. Another King They grow like Hydra's heads I am the Dowglas fatall to all those That weare those colours on them What art thou That counterfeit'st the person of a King King The King himselfe who Dowglas grieues at hart So many of his shadowes thou hast met And not the very King I haue two Boyes Seeke Percy and thy selfe about the Field But seeing thou fall'st on me so luckily I will assay thee so defend thy selfe Dow. I feare thou art another counterfeit And yet infaith thou bear'st thee like a King But mine I am sure thou art whoere thou be And thus I win thee They fight the K. being in danger Enter Prince Prin. Hold vp they head vile Scot or thou art like Neuer to hold it vp againe the Spirits Of valiant Sherly Stafford Blunt are in my Armes It is the Prince of Wales that threatens thee Who neuer promiseth but he meanes to pay They Fight Dowglas flyeth Cheerely My Lord how fare's your Grace Sir Nicholas Gawsey hath for succour sent And so hath Clifton I le to Clifton straight King Stay and breath awhile Thou hast redeem'd thy lost opinion And shew'd thou mak'st some
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
you all Florish Suf. My Lord Protector so it please your Grace Heere are the Articles of contracted peace Betweene our Soueraigne and the French King Charles For eighteene moneths concluded by consent Clo. Reads Inprimis It is agreed betweene the French K. Charles and William de la Pole Marquesse of Suffolke Ambassador for Henry King of England That the said Henry shal espouse the Lady Margaret daughter vnto Reignier King of Naples Sicillia and Ierusalem and Crowne her Queene of England ere the thirtieth of May next ensuing Item That the Dutchy of Aniou and the County of Main shall be released and deliuered to the King her father King Vnkle how now Glo. Pardon me gracious Lord Some sodaine qualme hath strucke me at the heart And dim'd mine eyes that I can reade no further King Vnckle of Winchester I pray read on Win. Item It is further agreed betweene them That the Dutchesse of Aniou and Maine shall be released and deliuered ouer to the King her Father and shee sent ouer of the King of Englands owne proper Cost and Charges without hauing any Dowry King They please vs well Lord Marques kneel down We heere create thee the first Duke of Suffolke And girt thee with the Sword Cosin of Yorke We heere discharge your Grace from being Regent I' th parts of France till terme of eighteene Moneths Be full expyr'd Thankes Vncle Winchester Gloster Yorke Buckingham Somerset Salisburie and Warwicke We thanke you all for this great fauour done In entertainment to my Princely Queene Come let vs in and with all speede prouide To see her Coronation be perform'd Exit King Queene and Suffolke Manet the rest Glo. Braue Peeres of England Pillars of the State To you Duke Humfrey must vnload his greefe Your greefe the common greefe of all the Land What did my brother Henry spend his youth His valour coine and people in the warres Did he so often lodge in open field In Winters cold and Summers parching heate To conquer France his true inheritance And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits To keepe by policy what Henrie got Haue you your selues Somerset Buckingham Braue Yorke Salisbury and victorious Warwicke Receiud deepe scarres in France and Normandie Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford and my selfe With all the Learned Counsell of the Realme Studied so long sat in the Councell house Early and late debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe And hath his Highnesse in his infancie Crowned in Paris in despight of foes And shall these Labours and these Honours dye Shall Henries Conquest Bedfords vigilance Your Deeds of Warre and all our Counsell dye O Peeres of England shamefull is this League Fatall this Marriage cancelling your Fame Blotting your names from Bookes of memory Racing the Charracters of your Renowne Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France Vndoing all as all had neuer bin Car. Nephew what meanes this passionate discourse This preroration with such circumstance For France 't is ours and we will keepe it still Glo. I Vnckle we will keepe it if we can But now it is impossible we should Suffolke the new made Duke that rules the rost Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne Vnto the poore King Reignier whose large style Agrees not with the leannesse of his purse Sal. Now by the death of him that dyed for all These Counties were the Keyes of Normandie But wherefore weepes Warwicke my valiant sonne War For greefe that they are past recouerie For were there hope to conquer them againe My sword should shed hot blood mine eyes no teares Aniou and Maine My selfe did win them both Those Prouinces these Armes of mine did conquer And are the Citties that I got with wounds Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words Mort Dieu Yorke For Suffolkes Duke may he be suffocate That dims the Honor of this Warlike Isle France should haue torne and rent my very hart Before I would haue yeelded to this League I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large summes of Gold and Dowries with their wiues And our King Henry giues away his owne To match with her that brings no vantages Hum. A proper iest and neuer heard before That Suffolke should demand a whole Fifteenth For Costs and Charges in transporting her She should haue staid in France and steru'd in France Before Car. My Lord of Gloster now ye grow too hot It was the pleasure of my Lord the King Hum. My Lord of Winchester I know your minde 'T is not my speeches that you do mislike But 't is my presence that doth trouble ye Rancour will out proud Prelate in thy face I see thy furie If I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings Lordings farewell and say when I am gone I prophesied France will be lost ere long Exit Humfrey Car. So there goes our Protector in a rage 'T is knowne to you he is mine enemy Nay more an enemy vnto you all And no great friend I feare me to the King Consider Lords he is the next of blood And heyre apparant to the English Crowne Had Henrie got an Empire by his marriage And all the wealthy Kingdomes of the West There 's reason he should be displeas'd at it Looke to it Lords let not his smoothing words Bewitch your hearts be wise and circumspect What though the common people fauour him Calling him Humfrey the good Duke of Gloster Clapping their hands and crying with loud voyce Iesu maintaine your Royall Excellence With God preserue the good Duke Humfrey I feare me Lords for all this flattering glosse He will be found a dangerous Protector Buc. Why should he then protect our Soueraigne He being of age to gouerne of himselfe Cosin of Somerset ioyne you with me And altogether with the Duke of Suffolke Wee 'l quickly hoyse Duke Humfrey from his seat Car. This weighty businesse will not brooke delay I le to the Duke of Suffolke presently Exit Cardinall Som. Cosin of Buckingham though Humfries pride And greatnesse of his place be greefe to vs Yet let vs watch the haughtie Cardinall His insolence is more intollerable Then all the Princes in the Land beside If Gloster be displac'd hee 'l be Protector Buc. Or thou or I Somerset will be Protectors Despite Duke Humfrey or the Cardinall Exit Buckingham and Somerset Sal. Pride went before Ambition followes him While these do labour for their owne preferment Behooues it vs to labor for the Realme I neuer saw but Humfrey Duke of Gloster Did beare him like a Noble Gentleman Oft haue I seene the haughty Cardinall More like a Souldier then a man o' th' Church As stout and proud as he were Lord of all Sweare like a Ruffian and demeane himselfe Vnlike the Ruler of a Common-weale Warwicke my sonne the comfort of my age Thy deeds thy plainnesse and thy house-keeping Hath wonne the greatest fauour of the Commons Excepting none but good Duke Humfrey And Brother Yorke thy Acts in Ireland In bringing them to ciuill
Lord. Tim. Containe thy selfe good Friend Var. One Varroes seruant my good Lord. Isid From Isidore he humbly prayes your speedy payment Cap. If you did know my Lord my Masters wants Var. 'T was due on forfeyture my Lord sixe weekes and past Isi Your Steward puts me off my Lord and I Am sent expressely to your Lordship Tim. Giue me breath I do beseech you good my Lords keepe on I le waite vpon you instantly Come hither pray you How goes the world that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of debt broken Bonds And the detention of long since due debts Against my Honor Stew. Please you Gentlemen The time is vnagreeable to this businesse Your importunacie cease till after dinner That I may make his Lordship vnderstand Wherefore you are not paid Tim. Do so my Friends see them well entertain'd Stew. Pray draw neere Exit Enter Apemantus and Foole. Caph. Stay stay here comes the Foole with Apemantus let 's ha some sport with ' em Var. Hang him hee 'l abuse vs. Isid A plague vpon him dogge Var. How dost Foole Ape Dost Dialogue with thy shadow Var. I speake not to thee Ape No 't is to thy selfe Come away Isi There 's the Foole hangs on your backe already Ape No thou stand'st single th' art not on him yet Cap. Where 's the Foole now Ape He last ask'd the question Poore Rogues and Vsurers men Bauds betweene Gold and want Al. What are we Apemantus Ape Asses All. Why Ape That you ask me what you are do not know your selues Speake to 'em Foole. Foole. How do you Gentlemen All. Gramercies good Foole How does your Mistris Foole. She 's e'ne setting on water to scal'd such Chickens as you are Would we could see you at Corinth Ape Good Gramercy Enter Page Foole. Looke you heere comes my Masters Page Page Why how now Captaine what do you in this wise Company How dost thou Apermantus Ape Would I had a Rod in my mouth that I might answer thee profitably Boy Prythee Apemantus reade me the superscription of these Letters I know not which is which Ape Canst not read Page No. Ape There will litle Learning dye then that day thou art hang'd This is to Lord Timon this to Alcibiades Go thou was 't borne a Bastard and thou 't dye a Bawd Page Thou was 't whelpt a Dogge and thou shalt famish a Dogges death Answer not I am gone Exit Ape E'ne so thou out-runst Grace Foole I will go with you to Lord Timons Foole. Will you leaue me there Ape If Timon stay at home You three serue three Vsurers All. I would they seru'd vs. Ape So would I As good a tricke as euer Hangman seru'd Theefe Foole. Are you three Vsurers men All. I Foole. Foole. I thinke no Vsurer but ha's a Foole to his Seruant My Mistris is one and I am her Foole when men come to borrow of your Masters they approach sadly and go away merry but they enter my Masters house merrily and go away sadly The reason of this Var. I could render one Ap. Do it then that we may account thee a Whoremaster and a Knaue which notwithstanding thou shalt be no lesse esteemed Varro What is a Whoremaster Foole Foole. A Foole in good cloathes and something like thee 'T is a spirit sometime t' appeares like a Lord somtime like a Lawyer sometime like a Philosopher with two stones moe then 's artificiall one Hee is verie often like a Knight and generally in all shapes that man goes vp and downe in from fourescore to thirteen this spirit walkes in Var. Thou art not altogether a Foole. Foole. Nor thou altogether a Wise man As much foolerie as I haue so much wit thou lack'st Ape That answer might haue become Apemantus All. Aside aside heere comes Lord Timon Enter Timon and Steward Ape Come with me Foole come Foole. I do not alwayes follow Louer elder Brother aad Woman sometime the Philosopher Stew. Pray you walk en eere I le speake with you anon Exeunt Tim. You make me meruell wherefore ere this time Had you not fully laide my state before me That I might so haue rated my expence As I had leaue of meanes Stew. You would not heare me At many leysures I propose Tim. Go too Perchance some single vantages you tooke When my indisposition put you backe And that vnaptnesse made your minister Thus to excuse your selfe Stew. O my good Lord At many times I brought in my accompts Laid them before you you would throw them off And say you sound them in mine honestie When for some trifling present you haue bid me Returne so much I haue shooke my head and wept Yea ' gainst th' Authoritie of manners pray'd you To hold your hand more close I did indure Not sildome nor no flight checkes when I haue Prompted you in the ebbe of your estate And your great flow of debts my lou'd Lord Though you heare now too late yet nowes a time The greatest of your hauing lackes a halfe To pay your present debts Tim. Let all my Land be sold Stew. 'T is all engag'd some forfeyted and gone And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth Of present dues the future comes apace What shall defend the interim and at length How goes our reck'ning Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend Stew. O my good Lord the world is but a word Were it all yours to giue it in a breath How quickely were it gone Tim. You tell me true Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood Call me before th' exactest Auditors And set me on the proofe So the Gods blesse me When all our Offices haue beene opprest With riotous Feeders when our Vaults haue wept With drunken spilth of Wine when euery roome Hath blaz'd with Lights and braid with Minstrelsie I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke And set mine eyes at flow Tim. Prythee no more Stew. Heauens haue I said the bounty of this Lord How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants This night englutted who is not Timons What heart head sword force meanes but is L. Timons Great Timon Noble Worthy Royall Timon Ah when the meanes are gone that buy this praise The breath is gone whereof this praise is made Feast won fast lost one cloud of Winter showres These flyes are coucht Tim. Come sermon me no further No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart Vnwisely not ignobly haue I giuen Why dost thou weepe canst thou the conscience lacke To thinke I shall lacke friends secure thy heart If I would broach the vessels of my loue And try the argument of hearts by borrowing Men and mens fortunes could I frankely vse As I can bid thee speake Ste. Assurance blesse your thoughts Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd That I account them blessings For by these Shall I trie Friends You shall perceiue How you mistake my Fortunes I am wealthie in my Friends Within there Flauius Seruilius Enter
his Lordship is but merry with me He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents Seruil But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord. If his occasion were not vertuous I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully Luc. Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius Seruil Vpon my soule 't is true Sir Luci. What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my self against such a good time when I might ha shewn my selfe Honourable How vnluckily it hapned that I shold Purchase the day before for a little part and vndo a great deale of Honour Seruilius now before the Gods I am not able to do the more beast I say I was sending to vse Lord Timon my selfe these Gentlemen can witnesse but I would not for the wealth of Athens I had done 't now Commend me bountifully to his good Lordship and I hope his Honor will conceiue the fairest of mee because I haue no power to be kinde And tell him this from me I count it one of my greatest afflictions say that I cannot pleasure such an Honourable Gentleman Good Seruilius will you befriend mee so farre as to vse mine owne words to him Ser. Yes sir I shall Exit Seruil Lucil. I le looke you out a good turne Seruilius True as you said Timon is shrunke indeede And he that 's once deny'de will hardly speede Exit 1 Do you obserue this Hostilius 2 I to well 1 Why this is the worlds soule And iust of the same peece Is euery Flatterers sport who can call him his Friend That dips in the same dish For in my knowing Timon has bin this Lords Father And kept his credit with his purse Supported his estate nay Timons money Has paid his men their wages He ne're drinkes But Timons Siluer treads vpon his Lip And yet oh see the monstrousnesse of man When he lookes out in an vngratefull shape He does deny him in respect of his What charitable men affoord to Beggers 3 Religion grones at it 1 For mine owne part I neuer tasted Timon in my life Nor came any of his bounties ouer me To marke me for his Friend Yet I protest For his right Noble minde illustrious Vertue And Honourable Carriage Had his necessity made vse of me I would haue put my wealth into Donation And the best halfe should haue return'd to him So much I loue his heart But I perceiue Men must learne now with pitty to dispence For Policy sits aboue Conscience Exeunt Enter a third seruant with Sempronius another of Timons Friends Semp. Must he needs trouble me in 't Hum. ' Boue all others He might haue tried Lord Lucius or Lucullus And now Ventidgius is wealthy too Whom he redeem'd from prison All these Owes their estates vnto him Ser. My Lord They haue all bin touch'd and found Base-Mettle For they haue all denied him Semp. How Haue they deny'de him Has Ventidgius and Lucullus deny'de him And does he send to me Three Humh It shewes but little loue or iudgement in him Must I be his last Refuge His Friends like Physitians Thriue giue him ouer Must I take th' Cure vpon me Has much disgrac'd me in 't I 'me angry at him That might haue knowne my place I see no sense for 't But his Occasions might haue wooed me first For in my conscience I was the first man That ere receiued guift from him And does he thinke so backwardly of me now That I le requite it last No So it may proue an Argument of Laughter To th' rest and ' mong'st Lords be thought a Foole I 'de rather then the worth of thrice the summe Had sent to me first but for my mindes sake I 'de such a courage to do him good But now returne And with their faint reply this answer ioyne Who bates mine Honor shall not know my Coyne Exit Ser. Excellent Your Lordships a goodly Villain the diuell knew not what he did when hee made man Politicke he crossed himselfe by 't and I cannot thinke but in the end the Villanies of man will set him cleere How fairely this Lord striues to appeare foule Takes Vertuous Copies to be wicked like those that vnder hotte ardent zeale would set whole Realmes on fire of such a nature is his politike loue This was my Lords best hope now all are fled Saue onely the Gods Now his Friends are dead Doores that were ne're acquainted with their Wards Many a bounteous yeere must be imploy'd Now to guard sure their Master And this is all a liberall course allowes Who cannot keepe his wealth must keep his house Exit Enter Varro's man meeting others All Timons Creditors to wait for his comming out Then enter Lucius and Hortensius Var man Well met goodmorrow Titus Hortensius Tit. The like to you kinde Varro Hort. Lucius what do we meet together Luci. I and I think one businesse do's command vs all For mine is money Tit. So is theirs and ours Enter Philotus Luci. And sir Philotus too Phil. Good day at once Luci. Welcome good Brother What do you thinke the houre Phil. Labouring for Nine Luci. So much Phil. Is not my Lord seene yet Luci. Not yet Phil. I wonder on 't he was wont to shine at seauen Luci. I but the dayes are waxt shorter with him You must consider that a Prodigall course Is like the Sunnes but not like his recouerable I feare 'T is deepest Winter in Lord Timons purse that is One may reach deepe enough and yet finde little Phil. I am of your feare for that Tit. I le shew you how t' obserue a strange euent Your Lord sends now for Money Hort. Most true he doe's Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift For which I waite for money Hort. It is against my heart Luci. Marke how strange it showes Timon in this should pay more then he owes And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels And send for money for ' em Hort. I 'me weary of this Charge The Gods can witnesse I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth And now Ingratitude makes it worse then stealth Varro Yes mine 's three thousand Crownes What 's yours Luci. Fiue thousand mine Varro 'T is much deepe and it should seem by th' sum Your Masters confidence was aboue mine Else surely his had equall'd Enter Flaminius Tit. One of Lord Timons men Luc. Flaminius Sir a word Pray is my Lord readie to come forth Flam. No indeed he is not Tit. We attend his Lordship pray signifie so much Flam. I need not tell him that he knowes you are too diligent Enter Steward in a Cloake muffled Luci. Ha is not that his Steward muffled so He goes away in a Clowd Call him call him Tit. Do you heare sir 2. Varro By your leaue sir Stew. What do ye aske of me my Friend Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere sir Stew. I if Money were as certaine as your waiting 'T were sure enough Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes When your false Masters eate