ten groats is for the hand of an Atturney as your French Crowne for your taffety punke as Tibs rush for Toms fore-finger as a pancake for Shroue-tuesday a Morris for May-day as the naile to his hole the Cuckold to his horne as a scolding queane to a wrangling knaue as the Nuns lip to the Friers mouth nay as the pudding to his skin Lady Haue you I say an answere of such fitnesse for all questions Clo. From below your Duke to beneath your Constable it will fit any question Lady It must be an answere of most monstrous size that must fit all demands Clo. But a triflle neither in good faith if the learned should speake truth of it heere it is and all that belongs to 't Aske mee if I am a Courtier it shall doe you no harme to learne Lady To be young againe if we could I will bee a foole in question hoping to bee the wiser by your answer La. I pray you sir are you a Courtier Clo. O Lord sir there 's a simple putting off more more a hundred of them La. Sir I am a poore freind of yours that loues you Clo. O Lord sir thicke thicke spare not me La. I thinke sir you can eate none of this homely meate Clo. O Lord sir nay put me too 't I warrant you La. You were lately whipt sir as I thinke Clo. O Lord sir spare not me La. Doe you crie O Lord sir at your whipping and spare not me Indeed your O Lord sir is very sequent to your whipping you would answere very well to a whipping if you were but bound too 't Clo. I nere had worse lucke in my life in my O Lord sir I see things may serue long but not serue euer La. I play the noble huswife with the time to entertaine it so merrily with a foole Clo. O Lord sir why there 't serues well agen La. And end sir to your businesse giue Hellen this And vrge her to a present answer backe Commend me to my kinsmen and my sonne This is not much Clo. Not much commendation to them La. Not much imployement for you you vnderstand me Clo Most fruitfully I am there before my legegs La. Hast you agen Exeunt Enter Count Lafew and Parolles Ol. Laf. They say miracles are past and we haue our Philosophicall persons to make moderne and familiar things supernaturall and causelesse Hence is it that we make trifles of terrours ensconcing our selues into seeming knowledge when we should submit our selues to an vnknowne feare Par. Why 't is the rarest argument of wonder that hath shot out in our latter times Ros And so ' t is Ol. Laf. To be relinquisht of the Artists Par. So I say both of Galen and Paracelsus Ol. Laf. Of all the learned and authenticke fellowes Par. Right so I say Ol Laf. That gaue him out incureable Par. Why there 't is so say I too Ol. Laf. Not to be help'd Par. Right as 't were a man assur'd of a Ol. Laf. Vncertaine life and sure death Par. Iust you say well so would I haue said Ol. Laf. I may truly say it is a noueltie to the world Par. It is indeede if you will haue it in shewing you shall reade it in what do ye call there Ol. Laf. A shewing of a heauenly effect in an earthly Actor Par. That 's it I would haue said the verie same Ol. Laf. Why your Dolphin is not lustier fore mee I speake in respect Par. Nay 't is strange 't is very straunge that is the breefe and the tedious of it and he 's of a most facinerious spirit that will not acknowledge it to be the Ol. Laf. Very hand of heauen Par. I so I say Ol. Laf. In a most weake Par. And debile minister great power grear trancendence which should indeede giue vs a further vse to be made then alone then recou'ry of the king as to bee Old Laf. Generally thankfull Enter King Hellen and attendants Par. I would haue said it you say well heere comes the King Ol. Laf. Lustique as the Dutchman saies I le like a maide the Better whil'st I haue a tooth in my head why he 's able to leade her a Carranto Par. Mor du vinager is not this Helen Ol. Laf. Fore God I thinke so King Goe call before mee all the Lords in Court Sit my preseruer by thy patients side And with this healthfull hand whose banisht sence Thou hast repeal'd a second time receyue The confirmation of my promis'd guift Which but attends thy naming Enter 3 or 4 Lords Faire Maide send forth thine eye this youthfull parcell Of Noble Batchellors stand at my bestowing Ore whom both Soueraigne power and fathers voice I haue to vse thy franke election make Thou hast power to choose and they none to forsake Hel. To each of you one faire and vertuous Mistris Fall when loue please marry to each but one Old Laf. I 'de giue bay curtall and his furniture My mouth no more were broken then these boyes And writ as little beard King Peruse them well Not one of those but had a Noble father She addresses her to a Lord. Hel. Gentlemen heauen hath through me restor'd the king to health All. We vnderstand it and thanke heauen for you Hel. I am a simple Maide and therein wealthiest That I protest I simply am a Maide Please it your Maiestie I haue done already The blushes in my cheekes thus whisper mee We blush that thou shouldst choose but be refused Let the white death sit on thy cheeke for euer Wee 'l nere come there againe King Make choise and see Who shuns thy loue shuns all his loue in mee Hel. Now Dian from thy Altar do I fly And to imperiall loue that God most high Do my sighes streame Sir wil you heare my suite 1. Lo And grant it Hel. Thankes sir all the rest is mute Ol. Laf. I had rather be in this choise then throw Ames-ace for my life Hel. The honor sir that flames in your faire eyes Before I speake too threatningly replies Loue make your fortunes twentie times aboue Her that so vvishes and her humble loue 2. Lo. No better if you please Hel. My wish receiue Which great loue grant and so I take my leaue Ol. Laf. Do all they denie her And they were sons of mine I 'de haue them whip'd or I would send them to ' th Turke to make Eunuches of Hel. Be not afraid that I your hand should take I le neuer do you wrong for your owne sake Blessing vpon your vowes and in your bed Finde fairer fortune if you euer wed Old Laf. These boyes are boyes of Ice they 'le none haue heere sure they are bastards to the English the French nere got em La. You are too young too happie and too good To make your selfe a sonne out of my blood 4. Lord. Faire one I thinke not so Ol. Lord There 's one grape yet I am sure thy father drunke wine But if thou best not an asse
According to my birth what do you say Seb. I le follow this good man and go with you And hauing sworne truth euer will be true Ol. Then lead the way good father heauens so shine That they may fairely note this acte of mine Exeunt Finis Actus Quartus Actus Quintus Scena Prima Enter Clowne and Fabian Fab. Now as thou lou'st me let me see his Letter Clo. Good M. Fabian grant me another request Fab. Any thing Clo. Do not desire to see this Letter Fab. This is to giue a dogge and in recompence desire my dogge againe Enter Duke Viola Curio and Lords Duke Belong you to the Lady Oliuia friends Clo. I sir we are some of her trappings Duke I know thee well how doest thou my good Fellow Clo. Truely sir the better for my foes and the worse for my friends Du. Iust the contrary the better for thy friends Clo. No sir the worse Du. How can that be Clo. Marry sir they praise me and make an asse of me now my foes tell me plainly I am an Asse so that by my foes sir I profit in the knowledge of my selfe and by my friends I am abused so that conclusions to be as kisses if your foure negatiues make your two affirmatiues why then the worse for my friends and the better for my foes Du. Why this is excellent Clo. By my troth sir no though it please you to be one of my friends Du. Thou shalt not be the worse for me there 's gold Clo. But that it would be double dealing sir I would you could make it another Du. O you giue me ill counsell Clo. Put your grace in your pocket sir for this once and let your flesh and blood obey it Du. Well I will be so much a sinner to be a double dealer there 's another Clo. Primo secundo tertio is a good play and the olde saying is the third payes for all the triplex sir is a good tripping measure or the belles of S. Bennet sir may put you in minde one two three Du. You can foole no more money out of mee at this throw if you will let your Lady know I am here to speak with her and bring her along with you it may awake my bounty further Clo. Marry sir lullaby to your bountie till I come agen I go sir but I would not haue you to thinke that my desire of hauing is the sinne of couetousnesse but as you say sir let your bounty take a nappe I will awake it anon Exit Enter Anthonio and Officers Vio. Here comes the man sir that did rescue mee Du. That face of his I do remember well yet when I saw it last it was besmear'd As blacke as Vulcan in the smoake of warre A bawbling Vessell was he Captaine of For shallow draught and bulke vnprizable With which such scathfull grapple did he make With the most noble bottome of our Fleete That very enuy and the tongue of losse Cride fame and honor on him What 's the matter 1 Offi. Orsino this is that Anthonio That tooke the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy And this is he that did the Tiger boord When your yong Nephew Titus lost his legge Heere in the streets desperate of shame and state In priuate brabble did we apprehend him Vio He did me kindnesse sir drew on my side But in conclusion put strange speech vpon me I know not what 't was but distraction Du. Notable Pyrate thou salt-water Theefe What foolish boldnesse brought thee to their mercies Whom thou in termes so bloudie and so deere Hast made thine enemies Ant. Orsino Noble sir Be pleas'd that I shake off these names you giue mee Anthonio neuer yet was Theefe or Pyrate Though I confesse on base and ground enough Orsino's enemie A witchcraft drew me hither That most ingratefull boy there by your side From the rude seas enrag'd and foamy mouth Did I redeeme a wracke past hope he was His life I gaue him and did thereto adde My loue without retention or restraint All his in dedication For his sake Did I expose my selfe pure for his loue Into the danger of this aduerse Towne Drew to defend him when he was beset Where being apprehended his false cunning Not meaning to partake with me in danger Taught him to face me out of his acquaintance And grew a twentie yeeres remoued thing While one would winke denide me mine owne purse Which I had recommended to his vse Not halfe an houre before Vio. How can this be Du. When came he to this Towne Ant. To day my Lord and for three months before No intrim not a minutes vacancie Both day and night did we keepe companie Enter Oliuia and attendants Du. Heere comes the Countesse now heauen walkes on earth But for thee fellow fellow thy words are madnesse Three monthes this youth hath tended vpon mee But more of that anon Take him aside Ol. What would my Lord but that he may not haue Wherein Oliuia may seeme seruiceable Cesario you do not keepe promise with me Vio. Madam Du. Gracious Oliuia Ol. What do you say Cesario Good my Lord. Vio My Lord would speake my dutie hushes me Ol. If it be ought to the old tune my Lord It is as fat and fulsome to mine eare As howling after Musicke Du. Still so cruell Ol. Still so constant Lord. Du. What to peruersenesse you vnciuill Ladie To whose ingrate and vnauspicious Altars My soule the faithfull'st offrings haue breath'd out That ere deuotion tender'd What shall I do Ol Euen what it please my Lord that shal becom him Du. Why should I not had I the heart to do it Like to th' Egyptian theefe at point of death Kill what I loue a sauage iealousie That sometime sauours nobly but heare me this Since you to non-regardance cast my faith And that I partly know the instrument That screwes me from my true place in your fauour Liue you the Marble-brested Tirant still But this your Minion whom I know you loue And whom by heauen I sweare I tender deerely Him will I teare out of that cruell eye Where he sits crowned in his masters spight Come boy with me my thoughts are ripe in mischiefe I le sacrifice the Lambe that I do loue To spight a Rauens heart within a Doue Vio And I most iocund apt and willinglie To do you rest a thousand deaths would dye Ol. Where goes Cesario Vio. After him I loue More then I loue these eyes more then my life More by all mores then ere I shall loue wife If I do feigne you witnesses aboue Punish my life for tainting of my loue Ol. Aye me detested how am I beguil'd Vio Who does beguile you who does do you wrong Ol. Hast thou forgot thy selfe Is it so long Call forth the holy Father Du. Come away Ol. Whether my Lord Cesario Husband stay Du. Husband Ol. I Husband Can he that deny Du. Her husband sirrah Vio. No my Lord not I. Ol. Alas it is the
do If you 'l be patient I le no more be mad That cures vs both I am much sorry Sir You put me to forget a Ladies manners By being so verball and learne now for all That I which know my heart do heere pronounce By th' very truth of it I care not for you And am so neere the lacke of Charitie To accuse my selfe I hate you which I had rather You felt then make 't my boast Clot. You sinne against Obedience which you owe your Father for The Contract you pretend with that base Wretch One bred of Almes and foster'd with cold dishes With scraps o' th' Court It is no Contract none And though it be allowed in meaner parties Yet who then he more meane to knit their soules On whom there is no more dependancie But Brats and Beggery in selfe-figur'd knot Yet you are curb'd from that enlargement by The consequence o' th' Crowne and must not foyle The precious note of it with a base Slaue A Hilding for a Liuorie a Squires Cloth A Pantler not so eminent Imo. Prophane Fellow Wert thou the Sonne of Iupiter and no more But what thou art besides thou wer't too base To be his Groome thou wer't dignified enough Euen to the point of Enuie If 't were made Comparatiue for your Vertues to be stil'd The vnder Hangman of his Kingdome and hated For being prefer'd so well Clot. The South-Fog rot him Imo. He neuer can meete more mischance then come To be but nam'd of thee His mean'st Garment That euer hath but clipt his body is dearer In my respect then all the Heires aboue thee Were they all made such men How now Pisanio Enter Pisanio Clot. His Garments Now the diuell Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently Clot. His Garment Imo. I am sprighted with a Foole Frighted and angred worse Go bid my woman Search for a Iewell that too casually Hath left mine Arme it was thy Masters Shrew me If I would loose it for a Reuenew Of any Kings in Europe I do think I saw 't this morning Confident I am Last night 't was on mine Arme I kiss'd it I hope it be not gone to tell my Lord That I kisse aught but he Pis 'T will not be lost Imo. I hope so go and search Clot. You haue abus'd me His meanest Garment Imo. I I said so Sir If you will make 't an Action call witnesse to 't Clot. I will enforme your Father Imo. Your Mother too She 's my good Lady and will concieue I hope But the worst of me So I leaue your Sir To ' th' worst of discontent Exit Clot. I le bereueng'd His mean'st Garment Well Exit Scena Quarta Enter Posthumus and Philario Post Feare it not Sir I would I were so sure To winne the King as I am bold her Honour Will remaine her's Phil. What meanes do you make to him Post Not any but abide the change of Time Quake in the present winters state and wish That warmer dayes would come In these fear'd hope I barely gratifie your loue they fayling I must die much your debtor Phil. Your very goodnesse and your company Ore-payes all I can do By this your King Hath heard of Great Augustus Caius Lucius Will do's Commission throughly And I think Hee 'le grant the Tribute send th' Arrerages Or looke vpon our Romaines whose remembrance Is yet fresh in their griefe Post I do beleeue Statist though I am none nor like to be That this will proue a Warre and you shall heare The Legion now in Gallia sooner landed In our not-fearing-Britaine then haue tydings Of any penny Tribute paid Our Countrymen Are men more order'd then when Iulius Caesar Smil'd at their lacke of skill but found their courage Worthy his frowning at Their discipline Now wing-led with their courages will make knowne To their Approuers they are People such That mend vpon the world Enter Iachimo Phi. See Iachimo Post The swiftest Harts haue posted you by land And Windes of all the Corners kiss'd your Sailes To make your vessell nimble Phil. Welcome Sir Post I hope the briefenesse of your answere made The speedinesse of your returne Iachi Your Lady Is one of the fayrest that I haue look'd vpon Post And therewithall the best or let her beauty Looke thorough a Casement to allure false hearts And be false with them Iachi Heere are Letters for you Post Their tenure good I trust Iach. 'T is very like Post Was Caius Lucius in the Britaine Court When you were there Iach. He was expected then But not approach'd Post All is well yet Sparkles this Stone as it was wont or is' t not Too dull for your good wearing Iach. If I haue lost it I should haue lost the worth of it in Gold I le make a iourney twice as farre t' enioy A second night of such sweet shortnesse which Was mine in Britaine for the Ring is wonne Post The Stones too hard to come by Iach. Not a whit Your Lady being so easy Post Make note Sir Your losse your Sport I hope you know that we Must not continue Friends Iach. Good Sir we must If you keepe Couenant had I not brought The knowledge of your Mistris home I grant We were to question farther but I now Professe my selfe the winner of her Honor Together with your Ring and not the wronger Of her or you hauing proceeded but By both your willes Post If you can mak 't apparant That you haue tasted her in Bed my hand And Ring is yours If not the foule opinion You had of her pure Honour gaines or looses Your Sword or mine or Masterlesse leaue both To who shall finde them Iach. Sir my Circumstances Being so nere the Truth as I will make them Must first induce you to beleeue whose strength I will confirme with oath which I doubt not You 'l giue me leaue to spare when you shall finde You neede it not Post Proceed Iach. First her Bed-chamber Where I confesse I slept not but professe Had that was well worth watching it was hang'd With Tapistry of Silke and Siluer the Story Proud Cleopatra when she met her Roman And Sidnus swell'd aboue the Bankes or for The presse of Boates or Pride A peece of Worke So brauely done so rich that it did striue In Workemanship and Value which I wonder'd Could be so rarely and exactly wrought Since the true life on 't was Post This is true And this you might haue heard of heere by me Or by some other Iach. More particulars Must iustifie my knowledge Post So they must Or doe your Honour iniury Iach. The Chimney Is South the Chamber and Chimney-peece Chaste Dian bathing neuer saw I figures So likely to report themselues the Cutter Was as another Nature dumbe out-went her Motion and Breath left out Post This is a thing Which you might from Relation likewise reape Being as it is much spoke of Iach. The Roofe o' th' Chamber With golden Cherubins is fretted Her Andirons I
then that some of vs are Gentlemen Such as the fury of vngouern'd youth Thrust from the company of awfull men My selfe was from Verona banished For practising to steale away a Lady And heire and Neece alide vnto the Duke 2. Out And I from Mantua for a Gentleman Who in my moode I stab'd vnto the heart 1. Out And I for such like petty crimes as these But to the purpose for we cite our faults That they may hold excus'd our lawlesse liues And partly seeing you are beautifide With goodly shape and by your owne report A Linguist and a man of such perfection As we doe in our quality much want 2. Out Indeede because you are a banish'd man Therefore aboue the rest we parley to you Are you content to be our Generall To make a vertue of necessity And liue as we doe in this wildernesse 3. Out What saist thou wilt thou be of our consort Say I and be the captaine of vs all We 'll doe thee homage and be rul'd by thee Loue thee as our Commander and our King 1. Out But if thou scorne our curtesie thou dyest 2. Out Thou shalt not liue to brag what we haue offer'd Val. I take your offer and will liue with you Prouided that you do no outrages On silly women or poore passengers 3. Out No we detest such vile base practises Come goe with vs we 'll bring thee to our Crewes And show thee all the Treasure we haue got Which with our selues all rest at thy dispose Exeunt Scoena Secunda Enter Protheus Thurio Iulia Host Musitian Siluia Pro. Already haue I bin false to Valentine And now I must be as vniust to Thurio Vnder the colour of commending him I haue accesse my owne loue to prefer But Siluia is too faire too true too holy To be corrupted with my worthlesse guifts When I protest true loyalty to her She twits me with my falsehood to my friend When to her beauty I commend my vowes She bids me thinke how I haue bin forsworne In breaking faith with Iulia whom I lou'd And notwithstanding all her sodaine quips The least whereof would quell a louers hope Yet Spaniel-like the more she spurnes my loue The more it growes and fawneth on her still But here comes Thurio now must we to her window And giue some euening Musique to her eare Th. How now sir Protheus are you crept before vs Pro. I gentle Thurio for you know that loue Will creepe in seruice where it cannot goe Th. I but I hope Sir that you loue not here Pro. Sir but I doe or else I would be hence Th. Who Siluia Pro. I Siluia for your sake Th. I thanke you for your owne Now Gentlemen Let 's tune and too it lustily a while Ho. Now my yong guest me thinks your ' allyeholly I pray you why is it Iu. Marry mine Host because I cannot be merry Ho. Come we 'll haue you merry I le bring you where you shall heare Musique and see the Gentleman that you ask'd for Iu. But shall I heare him speake Ho. I that you shall Iu. That will be Musique Ho. Harke harke Iu. Is he among these Ho. I but peace let 's heare'm Song Who is Siluia what is she That all our Swaines commend her Holy faire and wise is she The heauen such grace did lend her that she might admired be Is she kinde as she is faire For beauty liues with kindnesse Loue doth to her eyes repaire To helpe him of his blindnesse And being help'd inhabits there Then to Siluia let vs sing That Siluia is excelling She excels each mortall thing Vpon the dull earth dwelling To her let vs Garlands bring Ho. How now are you sadder then you were before How doe you man the Musicke likes you not Iu. You mistake the Musitian likes me not Ho. Why my pretty youth Iu. He plaies false father Ho. How out of tune on the strings Iu. Not so but yet So false that he grieues my very heart-strings Ho. You haue a quicke eare Iu. I I would I were deafe it makes me haue a slow heart Ho. I perceiue you delight not in Musique Iu. Not a whit when it iars so Ho. Harke what fine change is in the Musique Iu. I that change is the spight Ho. You would haue them alwaies play but one thing Iu. I would alwaies haue one play but one thing But Host doth this Sir Protheus that we talke on Often resort vnto this Gentlewoman Ho. I tell you what Launce his man told me He lou'd her out of all nicke Iu. Where is Launce Ho. Gone to seeke his dog which to morrow by his Masters command hee must carry for a present to his Lady Iu. Peace stand aside the company parts Pro. Sir Thurio feare not you I will so pleade That you shall say my cunning drift excels Th. Where meete we Pro. At Saint Gregories well Th. Farewell Pro. Madam good eu'n to your Ladiship Sil. I thanke you for your Musique Gentlemen Who is that that spake Pro. One Lady if you knew his pure hearts truth You would quickly learne to know him by his voice Sil. Sir Protheus as I take it Pro. Sir Protheus gentle Lady and your Seruant Sil. What 's your will Pro. That I may compasse yours Sil. You haue your wish my will is euen this That presently you hie you home to bed Thou subtile periur'd false disloyall man Think'st thou I am so shallow so conceitlesse To be seduced by thy flattery That has't deceiu'd so many with thy vowes Returne returne and make thy loue amends For me by this pale queene of night I sweare I am so farre from granting thy request That I despise thee for thy wrongfull suite And by and by intend to chide my selfe Euen for this time I spend in talking to thee Pro. I grant sweet loue that I did loue a Lady But she is dead Iu. 'T were false if I should speake it For I am sure she is not buried Sil. Say that she be yet Valentine thy friend Suruiues to whom thy selfe art witnesse I am betroth'd and art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy Pro. I likewise heare that Valentine is dead Sil. And so suppose am I for in her graue Assure thy selfe my loue is buried Pro. Sweet Lady let me take it from the earth Sil. Goe to thy Ladies graue and call hers thence Or at the least in hers sepulcher thine Iul. He heard not that Pro. Madam if your heart be so obdurate Vouchsafe me yet your Picture for my loue The Picture that is hanging in your chamber To that I le speake to that I le sigh and weepe For since the substance of your perfect selfe Is else deuoted I am but a shadow And to your shadow will I make true loue Iul. If 't were a substance you would sure deceiue it And make it but a shadow as I am Sil. I am very loath to be your Idoll Sir But since your falsehood shall become you
certaine of my Creditors and yet to say the truth I had as lief haue the foppery of freedome as the mortality of imprisonment what 's thy offence Claudio Cla. What but to speake of would offend againe Luc. What is' t murder Cla. No. Luc. Lecherie Cla. Call it so Pro. Away Sir you must goe Cla. One word good friend Lucio a word with you Luc. A hundred If they 'll doe you any good Is Lechery so look'd after Cla. Thus stands it with me vpon a true contract I got possession of Iulietas bed You know the Lady she is fast my wife Saue that we doe the denunciation lacke Of outward Order This we came not to Onely for propogation of a Dowre Remaining in the Coffer of her friends From whom we thought it meet to hide our Loue Till Time had made them for vs. But it chances The stealth of our most mutuall entertainment With Character too grosse is writ on Iuliet Luc. With childe perhaps Cla. Vnhappely euen so And the new Deputie now for the Duke Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newnes Or whether that the body publique be A horse whereon the Gouernor doth ride Who newly in the Seate that it may know He can command lets it strait feele the spur Whether the Tirranny be in his place Or in his Eminence that fills it vp I stagger in But this new Gouernor Awakes me all the inrolled penalties Which haue like vn-scowr'd Armor hung by th' wall So long that ninteene Zodiacks haue gone round And none of them beene worne and for a name Now puts the drowsie and neglected Act Freshly on me 't is surely for a name Luc. I warrant it is And thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders that a milke-maid if she be in loue may sigh it off Send after the Duke and appeale to him Cla. I haue done so but hee 's not to be found I pre'thee Lucio doe me this kinde seruice This day my sister should the Cloyster enter And there receiue her approbation Acquaint her with the danger of my state Implore her in my voice that she make friends To the strict deputie bid her selfe assay him I haue great hope in that for in her youth There is a prone and speechlesse dialect Such as moue men beside she hath prosperous Art When she will play with reason and discourse And well she can perswade Luc. I pray shee may aswell for the encouragement of the like which else would stand vnder greeuous imposition as for the enioying of thy life who I would be sorry should bee thus foolishly lost at a game of ticke-tacke I le to her Cla. I thanke you good friend Lucio Luc. Within two houres Cla. Come Officer away Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Duke and Frier Thomas Duk. No holy Father throw away that thought Beleeue not that the dribling dart of Loue Can pierce a compleat bosome why I desire thee To giue me secret harbour hath a purpose More graue and wrinkled then the aimes and ends Of burning youth Fri. May your Grace speake of it Duk. My holy Sir none better knowes then you How I haue euer lou'd the life remoued And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth and cost witlesse brauery keepes I haue deliuerd to Lord Angelo A man of stricture and firme abstinence My absolute power and place here in Vienna And he supposes me trauaild to Poland For so I haue strewd it in the common eare And so it is receiu'd Now pious Sir You will demand of me why I do this Fri. Gladly my Lord. Duk. We haue strict Statutes and most biting Laws The needfull bits and curbes to headstrong weedes Which for this foureteene yeares we haue let slip Euen like an ore-growne Lyon in a Caue That goes not out to prey Now as fond Fathers Hauing bound vp the threatning twigs of birch Onely to sticke it in their childrens sight For terror not to vse in time the rod More mock'd then fear'd so our Decrees Dead to infliction to themselues are dead And libertie plucks Iustice by the nose The Baby beates the Nurse and quite a thwart Goes all decorum Fri. It rested in your Grace To vnloose this tyde-vp Iustice when you pleas'd And it in you more dreadfull would haue seem'd Then in Lord Angelo Duk. I doe feare too dreadfull Sith 't was my fault to giue the people scope 'T would be my tirrany to strike and gall them For what I bid them doe For we bid this be done When euill deedes haue their permissiue passe And not the punishment therefore indeede my father I haue on Angelo impos'd the office Who may in th' ambush of my name strike home And yet my nature neuer in the fight To do in slander And to behold his sway I will as 't were a brother of your Order Visit both Prince and People Therefore I pre'thee Supply me with the habit and instruct me How I may formally in person beare Like a true Frier Moe reasons for this action At our more leysure shall I render you Onely this one Lord Angelo is precise Stands at a guard with Enuie scarce confesses That his blood flowes or that his appetite Is more to bread then stone hence shall we see If power change purpose what our Seemers be Exit Scena Quinta Enter Isabell and Francisca a Nun. Isa And haue you Nuns no farther priuiledges Nun. Are not these large enough Isa Yes truely I speake not as desiring more But rather wishing a more strict restraint Vpon the Sisterstood the Votarists of Saint Clare Lucio within Luc. Hoa peace be in this place Isa Who 's that which cals Nun. It is a mans voice gentle Isabella Turne you the key and know his businesse of him You may I may not you are yet vnsworne When you haue vowd you must not speake with men But in the presence of the Prioresse Then if you speake you must not show your face Or if you show your face you must not speake He cals againe I pray you answere him Isa Peace and prosperitie who is' t that cals Luc. Haile Virgin if you be as those cheeke-Roses Proclaime you are no lesse can you so steed me As bring me to the fight of Isabella A Nouice of this place and the faire Sister To her vnhappie brother Claudio Isa Why her vnhappy Brother Let me aske The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabella and his Sister Luc. Gentle faire your Brother kindly greets you Not to be weary with you he 's in prison Isa Woe me for what Luc. For that which if my selfe might be his Iudge He should receiue his punishment in thankes He hath got his friend with childe Isa Sir make me not your storie Luc. 'T is true I would not though 't is my familiar sin With Maids to seeme the Lap wing and to iest Tongue far from heart play with all Virgins so I hold you as a thing en-skied and sainted By your
discoursed all our fortunes And all that are assembled in this place That by this simpathized one daies error Haue suffer'd wrong Goe keepe vs companie And we shall make full satisfaction Thirtie three yeares haue I but gone in trauaile Of you my sonnes and till this present houre My heauie burthen are deliuered The Duke my husband and my children both And you the Kalenders of their Natiuity Go to a Gossips feast and go with mee After so long greefe such Natiuitie Duke With all my heart I le Gossip at this feast Exeunt omnes Manet the two Dromio's and two Brothers S. Dro. Mast shall I fetch your stuffe from shipbord E. An. Dromio what stuffe of mine hast thou imbarkt S. Dro. Your goods that lay at host sir in the Centaur S. Ant. He speakes to me I am your master Dromio Come go with vs wee 'l looke to that anon Embrace thy brother there reioyce with him Exit S. Dro. There is a fat friend at your masters house That kitchin'd me for you to day at dinner She now shall be my sister not my wife E.D. Me thinks you are my glasse not my brother I see by you I am a sweet-fac'd youth Will you walke in to see their gossipping S. Dro. Not I sir you are my elder E. Dro. That 's a question how shall we trie it S. Dro. Wee 'l draw Cuts for the Signior till then lead thou first E. Dro. Nay then thus We came into the world like brother and brother And now let 's go hand in hand not one before another Exeunt FINIS Much adoe about Nothing Actus primus Scena prima Enter Leonato Gouernour of Messina Innogen his wife Hero his daughter and Beatrice his Neece with a messenger Leonato I Learne in this Letter that Don Peter of Arragon comes this night to Messina Mess He is very neere by this he was not three Leagues off when I left him Leon. How many Gentlemen haue you lost in this action Mess But few of any sort and none of name Leon. A victorie is twice it selfe when the atchieuer brings home full numbers I finde heere that Don Peter hath bestowed much honor on a yong Florentine called Claudio Mess Much deseru'd on his part and equally remembred by Don Pedro he hath borne himselfe beyond the promise of his age doing in the figure of a Lambe the feats of a Lion he hath indeede better bettred expectation then you must expect of me to tell you how Leo. He hath an Vnckle heere in Messina wil be very much glad of it Mess I haue alreadie deliuered him letters and there appeares much ioy in him euen so much that ioy could not shew it selfe modest enough without a badg of bitternesse Leo. Did he breake out into teares Mess In great measure Leo. A kinde ouerflow of kindnesse there are no faces truer then those that are so wash'd how much better is it to weepe at ioy then to ioy at weeping Bea. I pray you is Signior Mountantâ— return'd from the warres or no Mess I know none of that name Lady there was none such in the armie of any sort Leon. What is he that you aske for Neece Hero My cousin meanes Signior Benedick of Padua Mess O he 's return'd and as pleasant as euer he was Beat. He set vp his bils here in Messina challeng'd Cupid at the Flight and my Vnckles foole reading the Challenge subscrib'd for Cupid and challeng'd him at the Burbolt I pray you how many hath hee kil'd and eaten in these warres But how many hath he kil'd for indeed I promis'd to eate all of his killing Leon. 'Faith Neece you taxe Signior Benedicke too much but hee 'l be meet with you I doubt it not Mess He hath done good seruice Lady in these wars Beat. You had musty victuall and he hath holpe to ease it he 's a very valiant Trencher-man hee hath an excellent stomacke Mess And a good souldier too Lady Beat. And a good souldier to a Lady But what is he to a Lord Mess A Lord to a Lord a man to a man stuft with all honourable vertues Beat. It is so indeed he is no lesse then a stuft man but for the stuffing well we are all mortall Leon. You must not sir mistake my Neece there is a kind of merry war betwixt Signior Benedick her they neuer meet but there 's a skirmish of wit between them Bea. Alas he gets nothing by that In our last conflict foure of his fiue wits went halting off and now is the whole man gouern'd with one so that if hee haue wit enough to keepe himselfe warme let him beare it for a difference betweene himselfe and his horse For it is all the wealth that he hath left to be knowne a reasonable creature Who is his companion now He hath euery month a new sworne brother Mess I' st possible Beat. Very easily possible he weares his faith but as the fashion of his hat it euer changes with y e next block Mess I see Lady the Gentleman is not in your bookes Bea. No and he were I would burne my study But I pray you who is his companion Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the diuell Mess He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio Beat. O Lord he will hang vpon him like a disease he is sooner caught then the pestilence and the taker runs presently mad God helpe the noble Claudio if hee haue caught the Benedict it will cost him a thousand pound ere he be cur'd Mess I will hold friends with you Lady Bea. Do good friend Leo. You 'l ne're run mad Neece Bea. No not till a hot Ianuary Mess Don Pedro is approach'd Enter don Pedro Claudio Benedicke Balthasar and Iohn the bastard Pedro. Good Signior Leonato you are come to meet your trouble the fashion of the world is to auoid cost and you encounter it Leon. Neuer came trouble to my house in the likenes of your Grace for trouble being gone comfort should remaine but when you depart from me sorrow abides and happinesse takes his leaue Pedro. You embrace your charge too willingly I thinke this is your daughter Leonato Her mother hath many times told me so Bened. Were you in doubt that you askt her Leonato Signior Benedicke no for then were you a childe Pedro. You haue it full Benedicke we may ghesse by this what you are being a man truely the Lady fathers her selfe be happie Lady for you are like an honorable father Ben. If Signior Leonato be her father she would not haue his head on her shoulders for al Messina as like him as she is Beat. I wonder that you will still be talking signior Benedicke no body markes you Ben. What my deere Ladie Disdaine are you yet liuing Beat. Is it possible Disdaine should die while shee hath such meete foode to feede it as Signior Benedicke Curtesie it selfe must conuert to Disdaine if you come in
not Beatrice How tartly that Gentleman lookes I neuer can see him but I am heart-burn'd an howre after Hero He is of a very melancholy disposition Beatrice Hee were an excellent man that were made iust in the mid-way betweene him and Benedicke the one is too like an image and saies nothing and the other too like my Ladies eldest sonne euermore tatling Leon. Then halfe signior Benedicks tongue in Count Iohns mouth and halfe Count Iohns melancholy in Signior Benedicks face Beat. With a good legge and a good foot vnckle and money enough in his purse such a man would winne any woman in the world if he could get her good will Leon. By my troth Neece thou wilt neuer get thee a husband if thou be so shrewd of thy tongue Brother Infaith shee 's too curst Beat. Too curst is more then curst I shall lessen Gods sending that way for it is said God sends a curst Cow short hornes but to a Cow too curst he sends none Leon. So by being too curst God will send you no hornes Beat. Iust if he send me no husband for the which blessing I am at him vpon my knees euery morning and euening Lord I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face I had rather lie in the woollen Leonato You may light vpon a husband that hath no beard Batrice What should I doe with him dresse him in my apparell and make him my waiting gentlewoman he that hath a beard is more then a youth and he that hath no beard is lesse then a man and hee that is more then a youth is not for mee and he that is lesse then a man I am not for him therefore I will euen take sixepence in earnest of the Berrord and leade his Apes into hell Leon. Well then goe you into hell Beat. No but to the gate and there will the Deuill meete mee like an old Cuckold with hornes on his head and say get you to heauen Beatrice get you to heauen heere 's no place for you maids so deliuer I vp my Apes and away to S. Peter for the heauens hee shewes mee where the Batchellers sit and there liue wee as merry as the day is long Brother Well neece I trust you will be rul'd by your father Beatrice Yes faith it is my cosens dutie to make curtsie and say as it please you but yet for all that cosin let him be a handsome fellow or else make an other cursie and say father as it please me Leonato Well neece I hope to see you one day sitted with a husband Beatrice Not till God make men of some other mettall then earth would it not grieue a woman to be ouer-mastred with a peece of valiant dust to make account of her life to a clod of waiward marle no vnckle I le none Adams sonnes are my brethren and truly I hold it a sinne to match in my kinred Leon. Daughter remember what I told you if the Prince doe solicit you in that kinde you know your answere Beatrice The fault will be in the musicke cosin if you be not woed in good time if the Prince bee too important tell him there is measure in euery thing so dance out the answere for heare me Hero wooing wedding repenting is as a Scotch ijgge a measure and a cinque-pace the first suite is hot and hasty like a Scotch ijgge and full as fantasticall the wedding manerly modest as a measure full of state aunchentry and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster till he sinkes into his graue Leonata Cosin you apprehend passing shrewdly Beatrice I haue a good eye vnckle I can see a Church by daylight Leon. The reuellers are entring brother make good roome Enter Prince Pedro Claudio and Benedicke and Balthasar or dumbe Iohn Maskers with a drum Pedro. Lady will you walke about with your friend Hero So you walke softly and looke sweetly and say nothing I am yours for the walke and especially when I walke away Pedro. With me in your company Hero I may say so when I please Pedro. And when please you to say so Hero When I like your fauour for God defend the Lute should be like the case Pedro. My visor is Philemons roofe within the house is Loue. Hero Why then your visor should be thatcht Pedro. Speake low if you speake Loue. Bene. Well I would you did like me Mar. So would not I for your owne sake for I haue manie ill qualities Bene. Which is one Mar. I say my prayers alowd Ben. I loue you the better the hearers may cry Amen Mar. God match me with a good dauncer Balt. Amen Mar. And God keepe him out of my sight when the daunce is done answer Clarke Balt. No more words the Clarke is answered Vrsula I know you well enough you are Signior Anthonio Anth. At a word I am not Vrsula I know you by the wagling of your head Anth. To tell you true I counterfet him Vrsu You could neuer doe him so ill well vnlesse you were the very man here 's his dry hand vp down you are he you are he Anth. At a word I am not Vrsula Come come doe you thinke I doe not know you by your excellent wit can vertue hide it selfe goe to mumme you are he graces will appeare and there 's an end Beat. Will you not tell me who told you so Bene. No you shall pardon me Beat. Nor will you not tell me who you are Bened. Not now Beat. That I was disdainfull and that I had my good wit out of the hundred merry tales well this was Signior Benedicke that said so Bene. What 's he Beat. I am sure you know him well enough Bene. Not I beleeue me Beat. Did he neuer make you laugh Bene. I pray you what is he Beat. Why he is the Princes ieaster a very dull foole onely his gift is in deuising impossible slanders none but Libertines delight in him and the commendation is not in his witte but in his villanie for hee both pleaseth men and angers them and then they laugh at him and beat him I am sure he is in the Fleet I would he had boorded me Bene. When I know the Gentleman I le tell him what you say Beat. Do do hee 'l but breake a comparison or two on me which peraduenture not markt or not laugh'd at strikes him into melancholly and then there 's a Partridge wing saued for the foole will eate no supper that night We must follow the Leaders Ben. In euery good thing Bea. Nay if they leade to any ill I will leaue them at the next turning Exeunt Musicke for the dance Iohn Sure my brother is amorous on Hero and hath withdrawne her father to breake with him about it the Ladies follow her and but one visor remaines Borachio And that is Claudio I know him by his bearing Iohn Are not you signior Benedicke Clau. You know me well
then euer women spoke In that same place thou hast appointed me To morrow truly will I meete with thee Lys Keepe promise loue looke here comes Helena Enter Helena Her God speede faire Helena whither away Hel. Cal you me faire that faire againe vnsay Demetrius loues you faire O happie faire Your eyes are loadstarres and your tongues sweet ayre More tuneable then Larke to shepheards eare When wheate is greene when hauthorne buds appeare Sicknesse is catching O were fauor so Your words I catch faire Hermia ere I go My eare should catch your voice my eye your eye My tongue should catch your tongues sweet melodie Were the world mine Demetrius being bated The rest I le giue to be to you translated O teach me how you looke and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius hart Her I frowne vpon him yet he loues me still Hel. O that your frownes would teach my smiles such skil Her I giue him curses yet he giues me loue Hel. O that my prayers could such affection mooue Her The more I hate the more he followes me Hel. The more I loue the more he hateth me Her His folly Helena is none of mine Hel. None but your beauty wold that fault wer mine Her Take comfort he no more shall see my face Lysander and my selfe will flie this place Before the time I did Lysander see Seem'd Athens like a Paradise to mee O then what graces in my Loue do dwell That he hath turn'd a heauen into hell Lys Helen to you our mindes we will vnfold To morrow night when Phoebe doth behold Her siluer visage in the watry glasse Decking with liquid pearle the bladed grasse A time that Louers flights doth still conceale Through Athens gates haue we deuis'd to steale Her And in the wood where often you and I Vpon faint Primrose beds were wont to lye Emptying our bosomes of their counsell sweld There my Lysander and my selfe shall meete And thence from Athens turne away our eyes To seeke new friends and strange companions Farwell sweet play-fellow pray thou for vs And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius Keepe word Lysander we must starue our sight From louers foode till morrow deepe midnight Exit Hermia Lys I will my Hermia Helena adieu As you on him Demetrius dotes on you Exit Lysander Hele. How happy some ore other some can be Through Athens I am thought as faire as she But what of that Demetrius thinkes not so He will not know what all but he doth know And as hee erres doting on Hermias eyes So I admiring of his qualities Things base and vilde holding no quantity Loue can transpose to forme and dignity Loue lookes not with the eyes but with the minde And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blinde Nor hath loues minde of any iudgement taste Wings and no eyes figure vnheedy haste And therefore is Loue said to be a childe Because in choise he is often beguil'd As waggish boyes in game themselues forsweare So the boy Loue is periur'd euery where For ere Demetrius lookt on Hermias eyne He hail'd downe oathes that he was onely mine And when this Haile some heat from Hermia felt So he dissolu'd and showres of oathes did melt I will goe tell him of faire Hermias flight Then to the wood will he to morrow night Pursue her and for his intelligence If I haue thankes it is a deere expence But heerein meane I to enrich my paine To haue his sight thither and backe againe Exit Enter Quince the Carpenter Snug the Ioyner Bottome the Weauer Flute the bellowes-mender Snout the Tinker and Starueling the Taylor Quin. Is all our company heere Bot. You were best to call them generally man by man according to the scrip Qui. Here is the scrowle of euery mans name which is thought fit through all Athens to play in our Enterlude before the Duke and the Dutches on his wedding day at night Bot. First good Peter Quince say what the play treats on then read the names of the Actors and so grow on to a point Quin. Marry our play is the most lamentable Comedy and most cruell death of Pyramus and Thisbie Bot. A very good peece of worke I assure you and a merry Now good Peter Quince call forth your Actors by the scrowle Masters spread your selues Quince Answere as I call you Nick Bottome the Weauer Bottome Ready name what part I am for and proceed Quince You Nicke Bottome are set downe for Pyramus Bot. What is Pyramus a louer or a tyrant Quin. A Louer that kills himselfe most gallantly for loue Bot. That will aske some teares in the true performing of it if I do it let the audience looke to their eies I will mooue stormes I will condole in some measure To the rest yet my chiefe humour is for a tyrant I could play Ercles rarely or a part to teare a Cat in to make all split the raging Rocks and shiuering shocks shall break the locks of prison gates and Phibbus carre shall shine from farre and make and marre the foolish Fates This was lofty Now name the rest of the Players This is Ercles vaine a tyrants vaine a louer is more condoling Quin. Francis Flute the Bellowes-mender Flu. Heere Peter Quince Quin. You must take Thisbie on you Flut. What is Thisbie a wandring Knight Quin. It is the Lady that Pyramus must loue Flut. Nay faith let not mee play a woman I haue a beard comming Qui. That 's all one you shall play it in a Maske and you may speake as small as you will Bot. And I may hide my face let me play Thisbie too I le speake in a monstrous little voyce Thisne Thisne ah Pyramus my louer deare thy Thisbie deare and Lady deare Quin. No no you must play Pyramus and Flute you Thuby Bot. Well proceed Qu. Robin Starueling the Taylor Star Heere Peter Quince Quince Robin Starueling you must play Thisbies mother Tom Snowt the Tinker Snowt Heere Peter Quince Quin. You Pyramus father my self Thisbies father Snugge the Ioyner you the Lyons part and I hope there is a play fitted Snug Haue you the Lions part written pray you if be giue it me for I am slow of studie Quin. You may doe it extemporie for it is nothing but roaring Bot. Let mee play the Lyon too I will roare that I will doe any mans heart good to heare me I will roare that I will make the Duke say Let him roare againe let him roare againe Quin. If you should doe it too terribly you would fright the Dutchesse and the Ladies that they would shrike and that were enough to hang vs all All. That would hang vs euery mothers sonne Bottome I graunt you friends if that you should fright the Ladies out of their Wittes they would haue no more discretion but to hang vs but I will aggrauate my voyce so that I will roare you as gently as any sucking Doue I will roare and 't were any Nightingale Quin. You can
Me thinkes it should haue power to steale both his And leaue it selfe vnfurnisht Yet looke how farre The substance of my praise doth wrong this shadow In vnderprising it so farre this shadow Doth limpe behinde the substance Here 's the scroule The continent and summarie of my fortune You that choose not by the view Chance as faire and choose as true Since this fortune fals to you Be content and seeke no new If you be well pleasd with this And hold your fortune for your blisse Turne you where your Lady is And claime her with a louing kisse Bass A gentle scroule Faire Lady by your leaue I come by note to giue and to receiue Like one of two contending in a prize That thinks he hath done well in peoples eies Hearing applause and vniuersall shout Giddie in spirit still gazing in a doubt Whether those peales of praise be his or no. So thrice faire Lady stand I euen so As doubtfull whether what I see be true Vntill confirm'd sign'd ratified by you Por. You see my Lord Bassiano where I stand Such as I am though for my selfe alone I would not be ambitious in my wish To wish my selfe much better yet for you I would be trebled twenty times my selfe A thousand times more faire ten thousand times More rich that onely to stand high in your account I might in vertues beauties liuings friends Exceed account but the full summe of me Is sum of nothing which to terme in grosse Is an vnlessoned girle vnschool'd vnpractiz'd Happy in this she is not yet so old But she may learne happier then this Shee is not bred so dull but she can learne Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits it selfe to yours to be directed As from her Lord her Gouernour her King My selfe and what is mine to you and yours Is now conuerted But now I was the Lord Of this faire mansion master of my seruants Queene ore my selfe and euen now but now This house these seruants and this same my selfe Are yours my Lord I giue them with this ring Which when you part from loose or giue away Let it presage the ruine of your loue And be my vantage to exclaime on you Bass Maddam you haue bereft me of all words Onely my bloud speakes to you in my vaines And there is such confusion in my powers As after some oration fairely spoke By a beloued Prince there doth appeare Among the buzzing pleased multitude Where euery something being blent together Turnes to a wilde of nothing saue of ioy Exprest and not exprest but when this ring Parts from this finger then parts life from hence O then be bold to say Bassanio's dead Ner. My Lord and Lady it is now our time That haue stood by and seene our wishes prosper To cry good ioy good ioy my Lord and Lady Gra. My Lord Bassanio and my gentle Lady I wish you all the ioy that you can wish For I am sure you can wish none from me And when your Honours meane to solemnize The bargaine of your faith I doe beseech you Euen at that time I may be married too Bass With all my heart so thou canst get a wife Gra. I thanke your Lordship you gaue got me one My eyes my Lord can looke as swift as yours You saw the mistres I beheld the maid You lou'd I lou'd for intermission No more pertaines to me my Lord then you Your fortune stood vpon the caskets there And so did mine too as the matter falls For wooing heere vntill I fwet againe And swearing till my very rough was dry With oathes of loue at last if promise last I got a promise of this faire one heere To haue her loue prouided that your fortune Atchieu'd her mistresse Por. Is this true Nerrissa Ner. Madam it is so so you stand pleas'd withall Bass And doe you Gratiano meane good faith Gra. Yes faith my Lord. Bass Our feast shall be much honored in your marriage Gra. Wee le play with them the first boy for a thousand ducats Ner. What and stake downe Gra. No we shal nere win at that sport and stake downe But who comes heere Lorenzo and his Infidell What and my old Venetian friend Salerio Enter Lorenzo Iessica and Salerio Bas Lorenzo and Salerio welcome hether If that the youth of my new interest heere Haue power to bid you welcome by your leaue I bid my verie friends and Countrimen Sweet Portia welcome Por. So do I my Lord they are intirely welcome Lor. I thanke your honor for my part my Lord My purpose was not to haue seene you heere But meeting with Salerio by the way He did intreate mee past all saying nay To come with him along Sal. I did my Lord And I haue reason for it Signior Anthonio Commends him to you Bass Ere I ope his Letter I pray you tell me how my good friend doth Sal. Not sicke my Lord vnlesse it be in minde Nor wel vnlesse in minde his Letter there Wil shew you his estate Opens the Letter Gra. Nerrissa cheere yond stranger bid her welcom Your hand Salerio what 's the newes from Venice How doth that royal Merchant good Anthonio I know he vvil be glad of our successe We are the Iasons we haue won the fleece Sal. I would you had vvon the fleece that hee hath lost Por. There are some shrewd contents in yond same Paper That steales the colour from Bassianos cheeke Some deere friend dead else nothing in the world Could turne so much the constitution Of any constant man What worse and worse With leaue Bassanio I am halfe your selfe And I must freely haue the halfe of any thing That this same paper brings you Bass O sweet Portia Heere are a few of the vnpleasant'st words That euer blotted paper Gentle Ladie When I did first impart my loue to you I freely told you all the wealth I had Ran in my vaines I was a Gentleman And then I told you true and yet deere Ladie Rating my selfe at nothing you shall see How much I was a Braggart when I told you My state was nothing I should then haue told you That I vvas worse then nothing for indeede I haue ingag'd my selfe to a deere friend Ingag'd my friend to his meere enemie To feede my meanes Heere is a Letter Ladie The paper as the bodie of my friend And euerie word in it a gaping wound Issuing life blood But is it true Salerio Hath all his ventures faild what not one hit From Tripolis from Mexico and England From Lisbon Barbary and India And not one vessell scape the dreadfull touch Of Merchant-marring rocks Sal. Not one my Lord. Besides it should appeare that if he had The present money to discharge the Iew He would not take it neuer did I know A creature that did beare the shape of man So keene and greedy to confound a man He plyes the Duke at morning and at night And doth impeach the freedome of the state If they deny
sons Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale Le Beu Three proper yong men of excellent growth and presence Ros With bils on their neckes Be it knowne vnto all men by these presents Le Beu The eldest of the three wrastled with Charles the Dukes Wrastler which Charles in a moment threw him and broke three of his ribbes that there is little hope of life in him So he seru'd the second and so the third yonder they lie the poore old man their Father making such pittiful dole ouer them that all the beholders take his part with weeping Ros Alas Clo. But what is the sport Monsieur that the Ladies haue lost Le Beu Why this that I speake of Clo. Thus men may grow wiser euery day It is the first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport for Ladies Cel. Or I I promise thee Ros But is there any else longs to see this broken Musicke in his sides Is there yet another doates vpon rib-breaking Shall we see this wrastling Cosin Le Beu You must if you stay heere for heere is the place appointed for the wrastling and they are ready to performe it Cel. Yonder sure they are comming Let vs now stay and see it Flourish Enter Duke Lords Orlando Charles and Attendants Duke Come on since the youth will not be intreated His owne perill on his forwardnesse Ros Is yonder the man Le Beu Euen he Madam Cel. Alas he is too yong yet he looks successefully Du. How now daughter and Cousin Are you crept hither to see the wrastling Ros I my Liege so please you giue vs leaue Du. You wil take little delight in it I can tell you there is such oddes in the man In pitie of the challengers youth I would faine disswade him but he will not bee entreated Speake to him Ladies see if you can mooue him Cel. Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu Duke Do so I le not be by Le Beu Monsieur the Challenger the Princesse cals for you Orl. I attend them with all respect and dutie Ros Young man haue you challeng'd Charles the Wrastler Orl. No faire Princesse he is the generall challenger I come but in as others do to try with him the strength of my youth Cel. Yong Gentleman your spirits are too bold for your yeares you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans strength if you saw your selfe with your eies or knew your selfe with your iudgment the feare of your aduenture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise We pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safetie and giue ouer this attempt Ros Do yong Sir your reputation shall not therefore be misprised we wil make it our suite to the Duke that the wrastling might not go forward Orl. I beseech you punish mee not with your harde thoughts wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing But let your faire eies and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall wherein if I bee foil'd there is but one sham'd that vvas neuer gracious if kil'd but one dead that is willing to be so I shall do my friends no wrong for I haue none to lament me the world no iniurie for in it I haue nothing onely in the world I fil vp a place which may bee better supplied when I haue made it emptie Ros The little strength that I haue I would it vvere with you Cel. And mine to eeke out hers Ros Fare you well praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you Cel. Your hearts desires be with you Char. Come where is this yong gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth Orl. Readie Sir but his will hath in it a more modest working Duk. You shall trie but one fall Cha. No I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second that haue so mightilie perswaded him from a first Orl. You meane to mocke me after you should not haue mockt me before but come your waies Ros Now Hercules be thy speede yong man Cel. I would I were inuisible to catch the strong fellow by the legge Wrastle Ros Oh excellent yong man Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie I can tell who should downe Shout Duk. No more no more Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace I am not yet well breath'd Duk. How do'st thou Charles Le Beu He cannot speake my Lord. Duk. Beare him awaie What is thy name yong man Orl. Orlando my Liege the yongest sonne of Sir Roland de Boys Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else The world esteem'd thy father honourable But I did finde him still mine enemie Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede Hadst thou descended from another house But fare thee well thou art a gallant youth I would thou had'st told me of another Father Exit Duke Cel. Were I my Father Coze would I do this Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne His yongest sonne and would not change that calling To be adopted heire to Fredricke Ros My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule And all the world was of my Fathers minde Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties Ere he should thus haue ventur'd Cel. Gentle Cosen Let vs goe thanke him and encourage him My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart Sir you haue well deseru'd If you doe keepe your promises in loue But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise Your Mistris shall be happie Ros Gentleman Weare this for me one out of suites with fortune That could giue more but that her hand lacks meanes Shall we goe Coze Cel. I fare you well faire Gentleman Orl. Can I not say I thanke you My better parts Are all throwne downe and that which here stands vp Is but a quintine a meere liuelesse blocke Ros He cals vs back my pride fell with my fortunes I le aske him what he would Did you call Sir Sir you haue wrastled well and ouerthrowne More then your enemies Cel. Will you goe Coze Ros Haue with you fare you well Exit Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong I cannot speake to her yet she vrg'd conference Enter Le Beu O poore Orlando thou art ouerthrowne Or Charles or something weaker masters thee Le Beu Good Sir I do in friendship counsaile you Te leaue this place Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation true applause and loue Yet such is now the Dukes condition That he misconsters all that you haue done The Duke is humorous what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue then I to speake of Orl. I thanke you Sir and pray you tell me this Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the Wrastling Le Beu Neither his daughter if we iudge by manners But yet indeede the taller is his daughter The other is daughter to the banish'd
appeare not inconuenient to you to set her before your eyes to morrow humane as she is and without any danger Orl. Speak'st thou in sober meanings Ros By my life I do which I tender deerly though I say I am a Magitian Therefore put you in your best aray bid your friends for if you will be married to morrow you shall and to Rosalind if you will Enter Siluius Phebe Looke here comes a Louer of mine and a louer of hers Phe. Youth you haue done me much vngentlenesse To shew the letter that I writ to you Ros I care not if I haue it is my studie To seeme despightfull and vngentle to you you are there followed by a faithful shepheard Looke vpon him loue him he worships you Phe. Good shepheard tell this youth what 't is to loue Sil. It is to be all made of sighes and teares And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of faith and seruice And so am I for Phebe Phe. And I for Ganimed Orl. And I for Rosalind Ros And I for no woman Sil. It is to be all made of fantasie All made of passion and all made oâ—â—hes All adoration dutie and obseruanâ— All humblenesse all patience and impatience All puritie all triall all obseruance And so am I for Phebe Phe. And so am I for Ganimed Orl. And so am I for Rosalind Ros And so am I for no woman Phe. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Sil. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Orl. If this be so why blame you me to loue you Ros Why do you speake too Why blame you mee to loue you Orl. To her that is not heere nor doth not heare Ros Pray you no more of this 't is like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone I will helpe you if I can I would loue you if I could To morrow meet me altogether I wil marrie you if euer I marrie Woman and I le be married to morrow I will satisfie you if euer I satisfi'd man and you shall bee married to morrow I wil content you if what pleases you contents you and you shal be married to morrow As you loue Rosalind meet as you loue Phebe meet and as I loue no woman I le meet so fare you wel I haue left you commands Sil. I le not faile if I liue Phe. Nor I. Orl. Nor I. Exeunt Scoena Tertia Enter Clowne and Audrey Clâ— To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey to morow will we be married Aud. I do desire it with all my heart and I hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of y e world Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages Enter two Pages 1. Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman Clo. By my troth well met come sit sit and a song 2. Pa. We are for you sit i' th middle 1. Pa. Shal we clap into 't roundly without hauking or spitting or saying we are hoarse which are the onely prologues to a bad voice 2. Pa. I faith y' faith and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse Song It was a Louer and his lasse With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino That o're the greene corne feild did passe In the spring time the onely pretty rang time When Birds do sing hey ding a ding ding Sweet Louers loue the spring And therefore take the present time With a hey a ho and a hey nonino For loue is crowned with the prime In spring time c. Betweene the acres of the Rie With a hey and a ho a hey nonino These prettie Country folks would lie In spring time c. This Carroll they began that houre With a hey and a ho a hey nonino How that a life was but a Flower In spring time c. Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen though there vvas no great matter in the dittie yet y e note was very vntunable 1. Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir we kept time we lost not our time Clo. By my troth yes I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song God buy you and God mend your voices Come Audrie Exeunt Scena Quarta Enter Duke Senior Amyens Iaques Orlando Oliuer Celia Du. Sen. Dost thou beleeue Orlando that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised Orl. I sometimes do beleeue and somtimes do not As those that feare they hope and know they feare Enter Rosalinde Siluius Phebe Ros Patience once more whiles our coÌ„pact is vrg'd You say if I bring in your Rosalinde You wil bestow her on Orlando heere Du. Se. That would I had I kingdoms to giue with hir Ros And you say you wil haue her when I bring hir Orl. That would I were I of all kingdomes King Ros You say you 'l marrie me if I be willing Phe. That will I should I die the houre after Ros But if you do refuse to marrie me You 'l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard Phe. So is the bargaine Ros You say that you 'l haue Phebe if she will Sil. Though to haue her and death were both one thing Ros I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen Keepe you your word O Duke to giue your daughter You yours Orlando to receiue his daughter Keepe you your word Phebe that you 'l marrie me Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard Keepe your word Siluius that you 'l marrie her If she refuse me and from hence I go To make these doubts all euen Exit Ros and Celia Du. Sen. I do remember in this shepheard boy Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour Orl. My Lord the first time that I euer saw him Me thought he was a brother to your daughter But my good Lord this Boy is Forrest borne And hath bin tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his vnckle Whom he reports to be a great Magitian Enter Clowne and Audrey Obscured in the circle of this Forrest Iaq. There is sure another flood toward and these couples are comming to the Arke Here comes a payre of verie strange beasts which in all tongues are call'd Fooles Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all Iaq. Good my Lord bid him welcome This is the Motley-minded Gentleman that I haue so often met in the Forrest he hath bin a Courtier he sweares Clo. If any man doubt that let him put mee to my purgation I haue trod a measure I haue flattred a Lady I haue bin politicke with my friend smooth with mine enemie I haue vndone three Tailors I haue had foure quarrels and like to haue fought one Iaq. And how was that tane vp Clo. 'Faith we met and found the quarrel was vpon the seuenth cause Iaq. How seuenth cause Good my Lord like this fellow Du. Se. I like him very well Clo. Godâ—ild you sir I desire you
That loue should of a sodaine take such hold Luc. Oh Tranio till I found it to be true I neuer thought it possible or likely But see while idely I stood looking on I found the effect of Loue in idlenesse And now in plainnesse do confesse to thee That art to me as secret and as deere As Anna to the Queene of Carthage was Tranio I burne I pine I perish Tranio If I atchieue not this yong modest gyrle Counsaile me Tranio for I know thou canst Assist me Tranio for I know thou wilt Tra. Master it is no time to chide you now Affection is not rated from the heart If loue haue touch'd you naught remaines but so Redime te captam quam queas minimo Luc Gramercies Lad Go forward this contents The rest wil comfort for thy counsels sound Tra. Master you look'd so longly on the maide Perhaps you mark'd not what 's the pith of all Luc. Oh yes I saw sweet beautie in her face Such as the daughter of Agenor had That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond Tra. Saw you no more Mark'd you not how hir sister Began to scold and raise vp such a storme That mortal eares might hardly indure the din. Luc. Tranio I saw her corrall lips to moue And with her breath she did perfume the ayre Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her Tra. Nay then 't is time to stirre him frō his trance I pray awake sir if you loue the Maide Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her Thus it stands Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd That til the Father rid his hands of her Master your Loue must liue a maide at home And therefore has he closely mou'd her vp Because she will not be annoy'd with suters Luc. Ah Tranio what a cruell Fathers he But art thou not aduis'd he tooke some care To get her cunning Schoolemasters to instruct her Tra. I marry am I sir and now 't is plotted Luc. I haue it Tranio Tra. Master for my hand Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one Luc. Tell me thine first Tra. You will be schoole-master And vndertake the teaching of the maid That 's your deuice Luc. It is May it be done Tra. Not possible for who shall beare your part And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne Keepe house and ply his booke welcome his friends Visit his Countrimen and banquet them Luc. Basta content thee for I haue it full We haue not yet bin seene in any house Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces For man or master then it followes thus Thou shalt be master Tranio in my sted Keepe house and port and seruants as I should I will some other be some Florentine Some Neapolitan or meaner man of Pisa 'T is hatch'd and shall be so Tranio at once Vncase thee take my Conlord hat and cloake When Biondello comes he waites on thee But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue Tra. So had you neede In breese Sir sith it your pleasure is And I am tyed to be obedient For so your father charg'd me at our parting Be seruiceable to my sonne quoth he Although I thinke 't was in another sence I am content to bee Lucentio Because so well I loue Lucentio Luc. Tranio be so because Lucentio loues And let me be a slaue t' atchieue that maide Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye Enter Biondello Heere comes the rogue Sirra where haue you bin Bion. Where haue I beene Nay how now where are you Maister ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your cloathes or you stolne his or both Pray what 's the newes Luc. Sirra come hither 't is no time to iest And therefore frame your manners to the time Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life Puts my apparrell and my count'nance on And I for my escape haue put on his For in a quarrell since I came a shore I kil'd a man and feare I was descried Waite you on him I charge you as becomes While I make way from hence to saue my life You vnderstand me Bion. I sir ne're a whit Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio Bion. The better for him would I were so too Tra. So could I 'faith boy to haue the next wish after that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daughter But sirra not for my sake but your masters I aduise you vse your manners discreetly in all kind of companies When I am alone why then I am Tranio but in all places else you master Lucentio Luc. Tranio let 's go One thing more rests that thy selfe execute To make one among these wooers if thou ask me why Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty Exeunt The Presenters aboue speakes 1. Man My Lord you nod you do not minde the play Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I a good matter surely Comes there any more of it Lady My Lord 't is but begun Beg. 'T is a verie excellent peece of worke Madame Ladie would 't were done They sit and marke Enter Petruchio and his man Grumio Petr. Verona for a while I take my leaue To see my friends in Padua but of all My best beloued and approued friend Hortensio I trow this is his house Heere sirra Grumio knocke I say Gru. Knocke sir whom should I knocke Is there any man ha's rebus'd your worship Petr. Villaine I say knocke me heere soundly Gru. Knocke you heere sir Why sir what am I sir that I should knocke you heere sir Petr. Villaine I say knocke me at this gate And rap me well or I le knocke your knaues pate Gru. My M r is growne quarrelsome I should knocke you first And then I know after who comes by the worst Petr. Will it not be 'Faith sirrah and you 'l not knocke I le ring it I le trie how you can Sol Fa and sing it He rings him by the eares Gru. Helpe mistris helpe my master is mad Petr. Now knocke when I bid you sirrah villaine Enter Hortensio Hor. How now what 's the matter My olde friend Grumio and my good friend Petruchio How do you all at Verona Petr. Signior Hortensio come you to part the fray Contutti le core bene trobatto may I say Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signior mio Petruchio Rise Grumio rise we will compound this quarrell Gru. Nay 't is no matter sir what he leges in Latine If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leaue his seruice looke you sir He bid me knocke him rap him soundly sir Well was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so being perhaps for ought I see two and thirty a peepe out Whom would to God I had well knockt at first then had not Grumio come by the worst Petr. A sencelesse villaine good Hortensio I had the rascall knocke vpon your gate And could not get
bare Laf. A scarre nobly got Or a noble scarre is a good liu'rie of honor So belike is that Clo. But it is your carbinado'd face Laf. Let vs go see your sonne I pray you I long to talke With the yong noble souldier Clowne Faith there 's a dozen of em with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers which bow the head and nod at euerie man Exeunt Actus Quintus Enter Hellen Widdow and Diana with two Attendants Hel. But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low we cannot helpe it But since you haue made the daies and nights as one To weare your gentle limbes in my affayres Be bold you do so grow in my requitall As nothing can vnroote you In happie time Enter a gentle Astringer This man may helpe me to his Maiesties eare If he would spend his power God saue you sir Gent. And you Hel. Sir I haue seene you in the Court of France Gent. I haue beene sometimes there Hel. I do presume sir that you are not falne From the report that goes vpon your goodnesse And therefore goaded with most sharpe occasions Which lay nice manners by I put you to The vse of your owne vertues for the which I shall continue thankefull Gent. What 's your will Hel. That it will please you To giue this poore petition to the King And ayde me with that store of power you haue To come into his presence Gen. The Kings not heere Hel. Not heere sir Gen. Not indeed He hence remou'd last night and with more hast Then is his vse Wid. Lord how we loose our paines Hel. All 's well that ends well yet Though time seeme so aduerse and meanes vnfit I do beseech you whither is he gone Gent. Marrie as I take it to Rossillion Whither I am going Hel. I do beseech you sir Since you are like to see the King before me Commend the paper to his gracious hand Which I presume shall render you no blame But rather make you thanke your paines for it I will come after you with what good speede Our meanes will make vs meanes Gent. This I le do for you Hel. And you shall finde your selfe to be well thankt what e're falles more We must to horse againe Go go prouide Enter Clowne and Parrolles Par. Good M r Lauatch giue my Lord Lafew this letter I haue ere now sir beene better knowne to you when I haue held familiaritie with fresher cloathes but I am now sir muddied in fortunes mood and smell somewhat strong of her strong displeasure Clo. Truely Fortunes displeasure is but sluttish if it smell so strongly as thou speak'st of I will hencefoorth eate no Fish of Fortunes butt'ring Pre thee alow the winde Par. Nay you neede not to stop your nose sir I spake but by a Metaphor Clo. Indeed sir if your Metaphor stinke I will stop my nose or against any mans Metaphor Prethe get thee further Par. Pray you sir deliuer me this paper Clo. Foh prethee stand away a paper from fortunes close-stoole to giue to a Nobleman Looke heere he comes himselfe Enter Lafew Clo. Heere is a purre of Fortunes sir or of Fortunes Cat but not a Muscat that ha's falne into the vncleane fish-pond of her displeasure and as he sayes is muddied withall Pray you sir vse the Carpe as you may for he lookes like a poore decayed ingenious foolish rascally knaue I doe pittie his distresse in my smiles of comfort and leaue him to your Lordship Par. My Lord I am a man whom fortune hath cruelly scratch'd Laf. And what would you haue me to doe 'T is too late to paire her nailes now Wherein haue you played the knaue with fortune that she should scratch you who of her selfe is a good Lady and would not haue knaues thriue long vnder There 's a Cardecue for you Let the Iustices make you and fortune friends I am for other businesse Par. I beseech your honour to heare mee one single word Laf. you begge a single peny more Come you shall haâ—t saue your word Par. My name my good Lord is Parrolles Laf. You begge more then word then Cox my passion giue me your hand How does your drumme Par. O my good Lord you were the first that found mee Laf. Was I insooth And I was the first that lost thee Par. It lies in you my Lord to bring me in some grace for you did bring me out Laf. Out vpon thee knaue doest thou put vpon mee at once both the offiee of God and the diuel one brings thee in grace and the other brings thee out The Kings comming I know by his Trumpets Sirrah inquire further after me I had talke of you last night though you are a foole and a knaue you shall eate go too follow Par. I praise God for you Flourish Enter King old Lady Lafew the two French Lords with attendants Kin. We lost a Iewell of her and our esteeme Was made much poorer by it but your sonne As mad in folly lack'd the sence to know Her estimation home Old La. 'T is past my Liege And I beseech your Maiestie to make it Naturall rebellion done i' th blade of youth When oyle and fire too strong for reasons force Ore-beares it and burnes on Kin. My honour'd Lady I haue forgiuen and forgotten all Though my reuenges were high bent vpon him And watch'd the time to shoote Laf. This I must say But first I begge my pardon the yong Lord Did to his Maiesty his Mother and his Ladie Offence of mighty note but to himselfe The greatest wrong of all He lost a wife Whose beauty did astonish the suruey Of richest eies whose words all eares tooke captiue Whose deere perfection hearts that scorn'd to serue Humbly call'd Mistris Kin. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance deere Well call him hither We are reconcil'd and the first view shall kill All repetition Let him not aske our pardon The nature of his great offence is dead And deeper then obliuion we do burie Th' incensing reliques of it Let him approach A stranger no offender and informe him So 't is our will he should Gent. I shall my Liege Kin. What sayes he to your daughter Haue you spoke Laf. All that he is hath reference to your Highnes Kin. Then shall we haue a match I haue letters sent me that sets him high in fame Enter Count Bertram Laf. He lookes well on 't Kin. I am not a day of season For thou maist see a sun-shine and a haile In me at once But to the brightest beames Distracted clouds giue way so stand thou forth The time is faire againe Ber. My high repented blames Deere Soueraigne pardon to me Kin. All is whole Not one word more of the consumed time Let 's take the instant by the forward top For we are old and on our quick'st decrees Th' inaudible and noiselesse foot of time Steales ere we can effect them You remember The daughter of this Lord Ber.
neer'st of Kin Cry fie vpon my Graue Leo. I ne're heard yet That any of these bolder Vices wanted Lesse Impudence to gaine-say what they did Then to performe it first Her That 's true enough Though 't is a saying Sir not due to me Leo. You will not owne it Her More then Mistresse of Which comes to me in name of Fault I must not At all acknowledge For Polixenes With whom I am accus'd I doe confesse I lou'd him as in Honor he requir'd With such a kind of Loue as might become A Lady like me with a Loue euen such So and no other as your selfe commanded Which not to haue done I thinke had been in me Both Disobedience and Ingratitude To you and toward your Friend whose Loue had spoke Euen since it could speake from an Infant freely That it was yours Now for Conspiracie I know not how it tastes though it be dish'd For me to try how All I know of it Is that Camillo was an honest man And why he left your Court the Gods themselues Wotting no more then I are ignorant Leo. You knew of his departure as you know What you haue vnderta'ne to doe in 's absence Her Sir You speake a Language that I vnderstand not My Life stands in the leuell of your Dreames Which I le lay downe Leo. Your Actions are my Dreames You had a Bastard by Polixenes And I but dream'd it As you were past all shame Those of your Fact are so so past all truth Which to deny concernes more then auailes for as Thy Brat hath been cast out like to it selfe No Father owning it which is indeed More criminall in thee then it so thou Shalt feele out Iustice in whose easiest passage Looke for no lesse then death Her Sir spare your Threats The Bugge which you would fright me with I seeke To me can Life be no commoditie The crowne and comfort of my Life your Fauor I doe giue lost for I doe feele it gone But know not how it went My second Ioy And first Fruits of my body from his presence I am bar'd like one infectious My third comfort Star'd most vnluckily is from my breast The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth Hal'd out to murther My selfe on euery Post Proclaym'd a Strumpet With immodest hatred The Child-bed priuiledge deny'd which longs To Women of all fashion Lastly horried Here to this place i' th' open ayre before I haue got strength of limit Now my Liege Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue That I should feare to die Therefore proceed But yet heare this mistake me not no Life I prize it not a straw but for mine Honor Which I would free if I shall be condemn'd Vpon surmizes all proofes sleeping else But what your Iealousies awake I tell you 'T is Rigor and not Law Your Honors all I doe referre me to the Oracle Apollo be my Iudge Lord. This your request Is altogether iust therefore bring forth And in Apollo's Name his Oracle Her The Emperor of Russia was my Father Oh that he were aliue and here beholding His Daughters Tryall that he did but see The flatnesse of my miserie yet with eyes Of Pitty not Reuenge Officer You here shal sweare vpon this Sword of Iustice That you Cleomines and Dion haue Been both at Delphos and from thence haue brought This seal'd-vp Oracle by the Hand deliuer'd Of great Apollo's Priest and that since then You haue not dar'd to breake the holy Seale Nor read the Secrets in 't Cleo Dio. All this we sweare Leo. Breake vp the Seales and read Officer Hermione is chast Polixenes blamelesse Camillo a true Subiect Leontes a iealous Tyrant his innocent Babe truly begotten and the King shall liue without an Heire if that which is lost be not found Lords Now blessed be the great Apollo Her Praysed Leo Hast thou read truth Offic. I my Lord euen so as it is here set downe Leo. There is no truth at all i' th' Oracle The Sessions shall proceed this is meere falsehood Ser. My Lord the King the King Leo. What is the businesse Ser. O Sir I shall be hated to report it The Prince your Sonne with meere conceit and feare Of the Queenes speed is gone Leo. How gone Ser. Is dead Leo. Apollo's angry and the Heauens themselues Doe strike at my Iniustice How now there Paul This newes is mortall to the Queene Look downe And see what Death is doing Leo. Take her hence Her heart is but o're-charg'd she will recouer I haue too much beleeu'd mine owne suspition ' Beseech you tenderly apply to her Some remedies for life Apollo pardon My great prophanenesse ' gainst thine Oracle I le reconcile me to Polixenes New woe my Queene recall the good Camillo Whom I proclaime a man of Truth of Mercy For being transported by my Iealousies To bloody thoughts and to reuenge I chose Camillo for the minister to poyson My friend Polixenes which had been done But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command though I with Death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him Not doing it and being done he most humane And fill'd with Honor to my Kingly Guest Vnclasp'd my practise quit his fortunes here Which you knew great and to the hazard Of all Incertainties himselfe commended No richer then his Honor How he glisters Through my Rust and how his Pietie Do's my deeds make the blacker Paul Woe the while O cut my Lace least my heart cracking it Breake too Lord. What fit is this good Lady Paul What studied torments Tyrant hast for me What Wheeles Racks Fires What flaying boyling In Leads or Oyles What old or newer Torture Must I receiue whose euery word deserues To taste of thy most worst Thy Tyranny Together working with thy Iealousies Fancies too weake for Boyes too greene and idle For Girles of Nine O thinke what they haue done And then run mad indeed starke-mad for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it That thou betrayed'st Polixenes 't was nothing That did but shew thee of a Foole inconstant And damnable ingratefull Nor was 't much Thou would'st haue poyson'd good Camillo's Honor To haue him kill a King poore Trespasses More monstrous standing by whereof I reckon The casting forth to Crowes thy Baby-daughter To be or none or little though a Deuill Would haue shed water out of fire ere don't Nor is' t directly layd to thee the death Of the young Prince whose honorable thoughts Thoughts high for one so tender cleft the heart That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire Blemish'd his gracious Dam this is not no Layd to thy answere but the last O Lords When I haue said cry woe the Queene the Oueene The sweet'st deer'st creature 's dead vengeance for 't Not drop'd downe yet Lord. The higher powres forbid Pau. I say she 's dead I le swear 't If word nor oath Preuaile not go and see if you can bring Tincture or lustre in her lip
a necessitie in 't and change Garments with this Gentleman Though the penny-worth on his side be the worst yet hold thee there 's some boot Aut. I am a poore Fellow Sir I know ye well enough Cam. Nay prethee dispatch the Gentleman is halfe fled already Aut. Are you in earnest Sir I smell the trick on 't Flo. Dispatch I prethee Aut. Indeed I haue had Earnest but I cannot with conscience take it Cam. Vnbuckle vnbuckle Fortunate Mistresse let my prophecie Come home to ye you must retire your selfe Into some Couert take your sweet-hearts Hat And pluck it ore your Browes muffle your face Dis-mantle you and as you can disliken The truth of your owne seeming that you may For I doe feare eyes ouer to Ship-boord Get vndescry'd Perd. I see the Play so lyes That I must beare a part Cam. No remedie Haue you done there Flo. Should I now meet my Father He would not call me Sonne Cam. Nay you shall haue no Hat Come Lady come Farewell my friend Aut. Adieu Sir Flo. O Perdita what haue we twaine forgot 'Pray you a word Cam. What I doe next shall be to tell the King Of this escape and whither they are bound Wherein my hope is I shall so preuaile To force him after in whose company I shall re-view Sicilia for whose sight I haue a Womans Longing Flo. Fortune speed vs Thus we set on Camillo to th' Sea-side Cam. The swifter speed the better Exit Aut. I vnderstand the businesse I heare it to haue an open eare a quick eye and a nimble hand is necessary for a Cut-purse a good Nose is requisite also to smell out worke for th' other Sences I see this is the time that the vniust man doth thriue What an exchange had this been without boot What a boot is here with this exchange Sure the Gods doe this yeere conniue at vs and we may doe any thing extempore The Prince himselfe is about a peece of Iniquitie stealing away from his Father with his Clog at his heeles if I thought it were a peece of honestie to acquaint the King withall I would not do 't I hold it the more knauerie to conceale it and therein am I constant to my Profession Enter Clowne and Shepheard Aside aside here is more matter for a hot braine Euery Lanes end euery Shop Church Session Hanging yeelds a carefull man worke Clowne See see what a man you are now there is no other way but to tell the King she 's a Changeling and none of your flesh and blood Shep. Nay but heare me Clow. Nay but heare me Shep. Goe too then Clow. She being none of your flesh and blood your flesh and blood ha's not offended the King and so your flesh and blood is not to be punish'd by him Shew those things you found about her those secret things all but what she ha's with her This being done let the Law goe whistle I warrant you Shep. I will tell the King all euery word yea and his Sonnes prancks too who I may say is no honest man neither to his Father nor to me to goe about to make me the Kings Brother in Law Clow. Indeed Brother in Law was the farthest off you could haue beene to him and then your Blood had beene the dearer by I know how much an ounce Aut. Very wisely Puppies Shep. Well let vs to the King there is that in this Farthell will make him scratch his Beard Aut. I know not what impediment this Complaint may be to the flight of my Master Clo. 'Pray heartily he be at ' Pallace Aut. Though I am not naturally honest I am so sometimes by chance Let me pocket vp my Pedlers excrement How now Rustiques whither are you bound Shep. To th' Pallace and it like your Worship Aut. Your Affaires there what with whom the Condition of that Farthell the place of your dwelling your names your ages of what hauing breeding and any thing that is fitting to be knowne discouer Clo. We are but plaine fellowes Sir Aut. A Lye you are rough and hayrie Let me haue no lying it becomes none but Trades-men and they often giue vs Souldiers the Lye but wee pay them for it with stamped Coyne not stabbing Steele therefore they doe not giue vs the Lye Clo. Your Worship had like to haue giuen vs one if you had not taken your selfe with the manner Shep. Are you a Courtier and 't like you Sir Aut. Whether it lke me or no I am a Courtier Seest thou not the ayre of the Court in these enfoldings Hath not my gate in it the measure of the Court Receiues not thy Nose Court-Odour from me Reflect I not on thy Basenesse Court-Contempt Think'st thou for that I insinuate at toaze from thee thy Businesse I am therefore no Courtier I am Courtier Cap-a-pe and one that will eyther push-on or pluck-back thy Businesse there whereupon I command thee to open thy Affaire Shep. My Businesse Sir is to the King Aut. What Aduocate ha'st thou to him Shep. I know not and 't like you Clo. Aduocate 's the Court-word for a Pheazant say you haue none Shep. None Sir I haue no Pheazant Cock nor Hen. Aut. How blessed are we that are not simple men Yet Nature might haue made me as these are Therefore I will not disdaine Clo. This cannot be but a great Courtier Shep. His Garments are rich but he weares them not handsomely Clo. He seemes to be the more Noble in being fantasticall A great man I le warrant I know by the picking on 's Teeth Aut. The Farthell there What 's i' th' Farthell Wherefore that Box Shep. Sir there lyes such Secrets in this Farthell and Box which none must know but the King and which hee shall know within this houre if I may come to th' speech of him Aut. Age thou hast lost thy labour Shep. Why Sir Aut. The King is not at the Pallace he is gone aboord a new Ship to purge Melancholy and ayre himselfe for if thou bee'st capable of things serious thou must know the King is full of griefe Shep. So 't is said Sir about his Sonne that should haue marryed a Shepheards Daughter Aut. If that Shepheard be not in hand-fast let him flye the Curses he shall haue the Tortures he shall feele will breake the back of Man the heart of Monster Clo. Thinke you so Sir Aut. Not hee alone shall suffer what Wit can make heauie and Vengeance bitter but those that are Iermaine to him though remou'd fiftie times shall all come vnder the Hang-man which though it be great pitty yet it is necessarie An old Sheepe-whistiing Rogue a Ram-tender to offer to haue his Daughter come into grace Some say hee shall be ston'd but that death is too soft for him say I Draw our Throne into a Sheep-Coat all deaths are too few the sharpest too easie Clo. Ha's the old-man ere a Sonne Sir doe you heare and 't like you Sir Aut. Hee ha's a Sonne who shall
with them Nay stay not to expostulate make speed Or else come after I le away before Hen. Nay take me with thee good sweet Exeter Not that I feare to stay but loue to go Whether the Queene intends Forward away Exeunt A lowd alarum Enter Clifford Wounded Clif. Heere burnes my Candle out I heere it dies Which whiles it lasted gaue King Henry light O Lancaster I feare thy ouerthrow More then my Bodies parting with my Soule My Loue and Feare glew'd many Friends to thee And now I fall Thy tough Commixtures melts Impairing Henry strength'ning misproud Yorke And whether flye the Gnats but to the Sunne And who shines now but Henries Enemies O Phoebus had'st thou neuer giuen consent That Phaeton should checke thy fiery Steeds Thy burning Carre neuer had scorch'd the earth And Henry had'st thou sway'd as Kings should do Or as thy Father and his Father did Giuing no ground vnto the house of Yorke They neuer then had sprung like Sommer Flyes I and ten thousand in this lucklesse Realme Hed left no mourning Widdowes for our death And thou this day had'st kept thy Chaire in peace For what doth cherrish Weeds but gentle ayre And what makes Robbers bold but too much lenity Bootlesse are Plaints and Curelesse are my Wounds No way to flye nor strength to hold out flight The Foe is mercilesse and will not pitty For at their hands I haue deseru'd no pitty The ayre hath got into my deadly Wounds And much effuse of blood doth make me faint Come Yorke and Richard Warwicke and the rest I stab'd your Fathers bosomes Split my brest Alarum Retreat Enter Edward Warwicke Richard and Soldiers Montague Clarence Ed. Now breath we Lords good fortune bids vs pause And smooth the frownes of War with peacefull lookes Some Troopes pursue the bloody-minded Queene That led calme Henry though he were a King As doth a Saile fill'd with a fretting Gust Command an Argosie to stemme the Waues But thinke you Lords that Clifford fled with them War No 't is impossible he should escape For though before his face I speake the words Your Brother Richard markt him for the Graue And wheresoere he is hee 's surely dead Clifford grones Rich. Whose soule is that which takes hir heauy leaue A deadly grone like life and deaths departing See who it is Ed. And now the Battailes ended If Friend or Foe let him be gently vsed Rich. Reuoke that doome of mercy for 't is Clifford Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland when his leaues put forth But set his murth'ring knife vnto the Roote From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring I meane our Princely Father Duke of Yorke War From off the gates of Yorke fetch down y e head Your Fathers head which Clifford placed there In stead whereof let this supply the roome Measure for measure must be answered Ed. Bring forth that fatall Schreechowle to our house That nothing sung but death to vs and ours Now death shall stop his dismall threatning sound And his ill-boading tongue no more shall speake War I thinke is vnderstanding is bereft Speake Clifford dost thou know who speakes to thee Darke cloudy death ore-shades his beames of life And he nor sees nor heares vs what we say Rich. O would he did and so perhaps he doth 'T is but his policy to counterfet Because he would auoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gaue our Father Cla If so thou think'st Vex him with eager Words Rich. Clifford aske mercy and obtaine no grace Ed. Clifford repent in bootlesse penitence War Clifford deuise excuses for thy faults Cla. While we deuise fell Tortures for thy faults Rich. Thou didd'st loue Yorke and I am son to Yorke Edw. Thou pittied'st Rutland I will pitty thee Cla. Where 's Captaine Margaret to fence you now War They mocke thee Clifford Sweare as thou was 't wont Ric. What not an Oath Nay then the world go's hard When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath I know by that he 's dead and by my Soule If this right hand would buy two houres life That I in all despight might rayle at him This hand should chop it off with the issuing Blood Stifle the Villaine whose vnstanched thirst Yorke and yong Rutland could not satisfie War I but he 's dead Of with the Traitors head And reare it in the place your Fathers stands And now to London with Triumphant march There to be crowned Englands Royall King From whence shall Warwicke cut the Sea to France And aske the Ladie Bona for thy Queene So shalt thou sinow both these Lands together And hauing France thy Friend thou shalt not dread The scattred Foe that hopes to rise againe For though they cannot greatly sting to hurt Yet looke to haue them buz to offend thine eares First will I see the Coronation And then to Britanny I le crosse the Sea To effect this marriage so it please my Lord. Ed. Euen as thou wilt sweet Warwicke let it bee For in thy shoulder do I builde my Seate And neuer will I vndertake the thing Wherein thy counsaile and consent is wanting Richard I will create thee Duke of Gloucester And George of Clarence Warwicke as our Selfe Shall do and vndo as him pleaseth best Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence George of Gloster For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous War Tut that 's a foolish obseruation Richard be Duke of Gloster Now to London To see these Honors in possession Exeunt Enter Sinklo and Humfrey with Crosse-bowes in their hands Sink Vnder this thicke growne brake wee 'l shrowd our selues For through this Laund anon the Deere will come And in this couert will we make our Stand Culling the principall of all the Deere Hum. I le stay aboue the hill so both may shoot Sink That cannot be the noise of thy Crosse-bow Will scarre the Heard and so my shoot is lost Heere stand we both and ayme we at the best And for the time shall not seeme tedious I le tell thee what befell me on a day In this selfe-place where now we meane to stand Sink Heere comes a man let 's stay till he be past Enter the King with a Prayer booke Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight No Harry Harry 't is no Land of thine Thy place is fill'd thy Scepter wrung from thee Thy Balme washt off wherewith thou was Annointed No bending knee will call thee Caesar now No humble suters prease to speake for right No not a man comes for redresse of thee For how can I helpe them and not my selfe Sink I heere 's a Deere whose skin 's a Keepers Fee This is the quondam King Let 's seize vpon him Hen. Let me embrace the sower Aduersaries For Wise men say it is the wisest course Hum. Why linger we Let vs lay hands vpon him Sink Forbeare a-while wee 'l heare a little
vs or thee Enter the Poste Post My Lord Ambassador These Letters are for you Speakes to Warwick Sent from your Brother Marquesse Montague These from our King vnto your Maiesty To Lewis And Madam these for you To Margaret From whom I know not They all reade their Letters Oxf. I like it well that our faire Queene and Mistris Smiles at her newes while Warwicke frownes at his Prince Ed. Nay marke how Lewis stampes as he were netled I hope all 's for the best Lew. Warwicke what are thy Newes And yours faire Queene Mar. Mine such as fill my heart with vnhop'd ioyes War Mine full of sorrow and hearts discontent Lew. What has your King married the Lady Grey And now to sooth your Forgery and his Sends me a Paper to perswade me Patience Is this th' Alliance that he seekes with France Dare he presume to scorne vs in this manner Mar. I told your Maiesty as much before This proueth Edwards Loue and Warwickes honesty War King Lewis I heere protest in sight of heauen And by the hope I haue of heauenly blisse That I am cleere from this misdeed of Edwards No more my King for he dishonors me But most himselfe if he could see his shame Did I forget that by the House of Yorke My Father came vntimely to his death Did I let passe th' abuse done to my Neece Did I impale him with the Regall Crowne Did I put Henry from his Natiue Right And am I guerdon'd at the last with Shame Shame on himselfe for my Desert is Honor. And to repaire my Honor lost for him I heere renounce him and returne to Henry My Noble Queene let former grudges passe And henceforth I am thy true Seruitour I will reuenge his wrong to Lady Bona And replant Henry in his former state Mar. Warwicke These words haue turn'd my Hate to Loue And I forgiue and quite forget old faults And ioy that thou becom'st King Henries Friend War So much his Friend I his vnfained Friend That if King Lewis vouchsafe to furnish vs With some few Bands of chosen Soldiours I le vndertake to Land them on our Coast And force the Tyrant from his seat by Warre 'T is not his new-made Bride shall succour him And as for Clarence as my Letters tell me Hee 's very likely now to fall from him For matching more for wanton Lust then Honor Or then for strength and safety of our Country Bona. Deere Brother how shall Bona be reueng'd But by thy helpe to this distressed Queene Mar. Renowned Prince how shall Poore Henry liue Vnlesse thou rescue him from foule dispaire Bona. My quarrel and this English Queens are one War And mine faire Lady Bona ioynes with yours Lew. And mine with hers and thine and Margarets Therefore at last I firmely am resolu'd You shall haue ayde Mar. Let me giue humble thankes for all at once Lew. Then Englands Messenger returne in Poste And tell false Edward thy supposed King That Lewis of France is sending ouer Maskers To reuell it with him and his new Bride Thou seest what 's past go feare thy King withall Bona. Tell him in hope hee 'l proue a widower shortly I weare the Willow Garland for his sake Mar. Tell him my mourning weeds are layde aside And I am ready to put Armor on War Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong And therefore I le vn-Crowne him er 't be long There 's thy reward be gone Exit Post Lew. But Warwicke Thou and Oxford with fiue thousand men Shall crosse the Seas and bid false Edward battaile And as occasion serues this Noble Queen And Prince shall follow with a fresh Supply Yet ere thou go but answer me one doubt What Pledge haue we of thy firme Loyalty War This shall assure my constant Loyalty That if our Queene and this young Prince agree I le ioyne mine eldest daughter and my Ioy To him forthwith in holy Wedlocke bands Mar. Yes I agree and thanke you for your Motion Sonne Edward she is Faire and Vertuous Therefore delay not giue thy hand to Warwicke And with thy hand thy faith irreuocable That onely Warwickes daughter shall be thine Prin. Ed. Yes I accept her for she well deserues it And heere to pledge my Vow I giue my hand He giues his hand to Warw. Lew. Why stay we now These soldiers shal be leuied And thou Lord Bourbon our High Admirall Shall waft them ouer with our Royall Fleete I long till Edward fall by Warres mischance For mocking Marriage with a Dame of France Exeunt Manet Warwicke War I came from Edward as Ambassador But I returne his sworne and mortall Foe Matter of Marriage was the charge he gaue me But dreadfull Warre shall answer his demand Had he none else to make a stale but me Then none but I shall turne his Iest to Sorrow I was the Cheefe that rais'd him to the Crowne And I le be Cheefe to bring him downe againe Not that I pitty Henries misery But seeke Reuenge on Edwards mockery Exit Enter Richard Clarence Somerset and Mountague Rich. Now tell me Brother Clarence what thinke you Of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray Hath not our Brother made a worthy choice Cla. Alas you know t is farre from hence to France How could he stay till Warwicke made returne Som. My Lords forbeare this talke heere comes the King Flourish Enter King Edward Lady Grey Penbrooke Stafford Hastings foure stand on one side and foure on the other Rich. And his well-chosen Bride Clarence I minde to tell him plainly what I thinke King Now Brother of Clarence How like you our Choyce That you stand pensiue as halfe malecontent Clarence As well as Lewis of France Or the Earle of Warwicke Which are so weake of courage and in iudgement That they 'le take no offence at our abuse King Suppose they take offence without a cause They are but Lewis and Warwicke I am Edward Your King and Warwickes and must haue my will Rich. And shall haue your will because our King Yet hastie Marriage seldome proueth well King Yea Brother Richard are you offended too Rich. Not I no God forbid that I should wish them seuer'd Whom God hath ioyn'd together I and 't were pittie to sunder them That yoake so well together King Setting your skornes and your mislike aside Tell me some reason why the Lady Grey Should not become my Wife and Englands Queene And you too Somerset and Mountague Speake freely what you thinke Clarence Then this is mine opinion That King Lewis becomes your Enemie For mocking him about the Marriage Of the Lady Bona. Rich. And Warwicke doing what you gaue in charge Is now dis-honored by this new Marriage King What if both Lewis and Warwick be appeas'd By such inuention as I can deuise Mount Yet to haue ioyn'd with France in such alliance Would more haue strength'ned this our Commonwealth ' Gainst forraine stormes then any home-bred Marriage Hast. Why knowes not Mountague that of
newes Sir Thomas Louell Enter Sir Thomas Louell Louell Faith my Lord I heare of none but the new Proclamation That 's clapt vpon the Court Gate L. Cham. What is' t for Lou. The reformation of our trauel'd Gallants That fill the Court with quarrels talke and Taylors L. Cham. I 'm glad 't is there Now I would pray our Monsieurs To thinke an English Courtier may be wise And neuer see the Lonure Lou They must either For so run the Conditions leaue those remnants Of Foole and Feather that they got in France With all their honourable points of ignorance Pertaining thereunto as Fights and Fire-workes Abusing better men then they can be Out of a forreigne wisedome renouncing cleane The faith they haue in Tennis and tall Stockings Short blistred Breeches and those types of Trauell And vnderstand againe like honest men Or pack to their old Playfellowes there I take it They may Cum Praulegio wee away The lag end of their lewdnesse and be laugh'd at L. San. T is time to giue 'em Physicke their diseases Are growne so catching L. Cham What a losse our Ladies Will haue of these trim vanities Louell I marry There will be woe indeed Lords the slye whorsons Haue got a speeding tricke to lay downe Ladies A French Song and a Fiddle ha's no Fellow L. San. The Diuell fiddle 'em I am glad they are going For sure there 's no conuerting of 'em now An honest Country Lord as I am beaten A long time out of play may bring his plaine song And haue an houre of hearing and by 't Lady Held currant Musicke too L. Cham. Well said Lord Sands Your Colts tooth is not cast yet L. San. No my Lord Nor shall not while I haue a stumpe L. Cham. Sir Thomas Whither were you a going Lou. To the Cardinals Your Lordship is a guest too L. Cham. O 't is true This night he makes a Supper and a great one To many Lords and Ladies there will be The Beauty of this Kingdome I le assure you Lou. That Churchman Beares a bounteous minde indeed A hand as fruitfull as the Land that feeds vs His dewes fall euery where L. Cham. No doubt hee 's Noble He had a blacke mouth that said other of him L. San. He may my Lord Ha's wherewithall in him Sparing would shew a worse sinne then ill Doctrine Men of his way should be most liberall They are set heere for examples L. Cham. True they are so But few now giue so great ones My Barge stayes Your Lordship shall along Come good Sir Thomas We shall be late else which I would not be For I was spoke to with Sir Henry Guilford This night to be Comptrollers L. San. I am your Lordships Exeunt Scena Quarta Hoboies A small Table vnder a State for the Cardinall a longer Table for the Guests Then Enter Anne Bullen and diuers other Ladies Gentlemen as Guests at one Doore at an other Doore enter Sir Henry Guilford S. Hen. Guilf. Ladyes A generall welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all This Night he dedicates To faire content and you None heere he hopes In all this Noble Beuy has brought with her One care abroad hee would haue all as merry As first good Company good wine good welcome Can make good people Enter L. Chamberlaine L. Sands and Louell O my Lord y' are tardy The very thought of this faire Company Clapt wings to me Cham. You are young Sir Harry Guilford San. Sir Thomas Louell had the Cardinall But halfe my Lay-thoughts in him some of these Should finde a running Banket ere they rested I thinke would better please 'em by my life They are a sweet society of faire ones Lou. O that your Lordship were but now Confessor To one or two of these San. I would I were They should finde easie pennance Lou. Faith how easie San. As easie as a downe bed would affoord it Cham. Sweet Ladies will it please you sit Sir Harry Place you that side I le take the charge of this His Grace is entring Nay you must not freeze Two women plac'd together makes cold weather My Lord Sands you are one will keepe 'em waking Pray sit betweene these Ladies 〈◊〉 San. By my faith And thanke your Lordship by your leaue sweet Ladies If I chance to talke a little wilde forgiue me I had it from my Father An. Bul. Was he mad Sir San. O very mad exceeding mad in loue too But he would bite none iust as I doe now He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath Cham. Well said my Lord So now y' are fairely seated Gntlemen The pennance lyes on you if these faire Ladies Passe away frowning San. For my little Cure Let me alone Hoboyes Enter Cardinall Wolsey and takes his State Card Y' are welcome my faire Guests that noble Lady Or Gentleman that is not freely merry Is not my Friend This to confirme my welcome And to you all good health San. Your Grace is Noble Let me haue such a Bowle may hold my thankes And saue me so much talking Card. My Lord Sands I am beholding to you cheere your neighbours Ladies you are not merry Gentlemen Whose fault is this San. The red wine first must rise In their faire cheekes my Lord then wee shall haue 'em Talke vs to silence An. B. You are a merry Gamster My Lord Sands San. Yes if I make my play Heer 's to your Ladiship and pledge it Madam For t is to such a thing An. B. You cannot shew me Drum and Trumpet Chambers dischargd San. I told your Grace they would talke anon Card. What 's that Cham. Looke out there some of ye Card. What warlike voyce And to what end is this Nay Ladies feare not By all the lawes of Warre y' are priuiledg'd Enter a Seruant Cham. How now what is' t Seru. A noble troupe of Strangers For so they seeme th' haue left their Barge and landed And hither make as great Embassadors From forraigne Princes Card. Good Lord Chamberlaine Go giue 'em welcome you can speake the French tongue And pray receiue 'em Nobly and conduct 'em Into our presence where this heauen of beauty Shall shine at full vpon them Some attend him All rise and Tables remou'd You haue now a broken Banket but wee 'l mend it A good digestion to you all and once more I showre a welcome on yee welcome all Hoboyes Enter King and others as Maskers habited like Shepheards vsher'd by the Lord Chamberlaine They passe directly before the Cardinall and gracefully salute him A noble Company what are their pleasures Cham. Because they speak no English thus they praid To tell your Grace That hauing heard by fame Of this so Noble and so faire assembly This night to meet heere they could doe no lesse Out of the great respect they beare to beauty But leaue their Flockes and vnder your faire Conduct Craue leaue to view these Ladies and entreat An houre of Reuels with ' em Card. Say Lord Chamberlaine They
that Woman when she has done most Yet will I adde an Honor a great Patience Car. Madam you wander from the good We ayme at Qu. My Lord I dare not make my selfe so guiltie To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities Car. Pray heare me Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it Ye haue Angels Faces but Heauen knowes your hearts What will become of me now wretched Lady I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing Alas poore Wenches where are now your Fortunes Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome where no Pitty No Friends no Hope no Kindred weepe for me Almost no Graue allow'd me Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field and flourish'd I le hang my head and perish Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honest Youl 'd feele more comfort Why shold we good Lady Vpon what cause wrong you Alas our Places The way of our Profession is against it We are to Cure such sorrowes not to sowe ' em For Goodnesse sake consider what you do How you may hurt your selfe I vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance by this Carriage The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience So much they loue it But to stubborne Spirits They swell and grow as terrible as stormes I know you haue a Gentle Noble temper A Soule as euen as a Calme Pray thinke vs Those we professe Peace-makers Friends and Seruants Camp Madam you 'l finde it so You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares A Noble Spirit As yours was put into you euer casts Such doubts as false Coine from it The King loues you Beware you loose it not For vs if you please To trust vs in your businesse we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies in your seruice Qu. Do what ye will my Lords And pray forgiue me If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly You know I am a Woman lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie He ha's my heart yet and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life Come reuerend Fathers Bestow your Councels on me She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere She should haue bought her Dignities so deere Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Duke of Norfolke Duke of Suffolke Lord Surrey and Lord Chamberlaine Norf. If you will now vnite in your Complaints And force them with a Constancy the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them If you omit The offer of this time I cannot promise But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces With these you beare alreadie Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion that may giue me Remembrance of my Father-in-Law the Duke To be reueng'd on him Suf. Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him or at least Strangely neglected When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe Cham. My Lords you speake your pleasures What he deserues of you and me I know What we can do to him though now the time Giues way to vs I much feare If you cannot Barre his accesse to ' th' King neuer attempt Any thing on him for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in 's Tongue Nor. O feare him not His spell in that is out the King hath found Matter against him that for euer marres The Hony of his Language No he 's setled Not to come off in his displeasure Sur. Sir I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre Nor. Beleeue it this is true In the Diuorce his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded wherein he appeares As I would wish mine Enemy Sur. How came His practises to light Suf. Most strangely Sur. O how how Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried And came to th' eye o' th' King wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o' th' Diuorce for if It did take place I do quoth he perceiue My King is tangled in affection to A Creature of the Queenes Lady Anne Bullen Sur. Ha's the King this Suf. Beleeue it Sur. Will this worke Cham. The King in this perceiues him how he coasts And hedges his owne way But in this point All his trickes founder and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death the King already Hath married the faire Lady Sur. Would he had Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord For I professe you haue it Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction Suf. My Amen too 't Nor. All mens Suf. There 's order giuen for her Coronation Marry this is yet but yong and may be left To some eares vnrecounted But my Lords She is a gallant Creature and compleate In minde and feature I perswade me from her Will fall some blessing to this Land which shall In it be memoriz'd Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals The Lord forbid Nor. Marry Amen Suf. No no There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose Will make this sting the sooner Cardinall Campeius Is stolne away to Rome hath ' tane no leaue Ha's left the cause o' th' King vnhandled and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall To second all his plot I do assure you The King cry'de Ha at this Cham. Now God incense him And let him cry Ha lowder Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome shortly I beleeue His second Marriage shall be publishd and Her Coronation Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene but Princesse Dowager And Widdow to Prince Arthur Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse Suf. He ha's and we shall see him For it an Arch-byshop Nor. So I heare Suf. 'T is so Enter Wolsey and Cromwell The Cardinall Nor. Obserue obserue hee 's moody Car. The Packet Cromwell Gau 't you the King Crom. To his owne hand in 's Bed-chamber Card. Look'd he o' th' inside of the Paper Crom. Presently He did vnseale them and the first he view'd He did it with a Serious minde a heede Was in his countenance You he bad Attend him heere this Morning Card. Is he ready to come abroad Crom. I thinke by this he is Card. Leaue me a while Exit Cromwell It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson The French Kings Sister He shall marry her Anne Bullen No I le no Anne Bullens for him There 's more in 't then faire Visage Bullen No wee 'l no Bullens Speedily I wish To heare from Rome The Marchionesse of Penbroke Nor. He 's discontented Suf. Maybe he heares the King Does whet his Anger to him Sur. Sharpe enough Lord for thy Iustice Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman A Knights Daughter To be her Mistris Mistris The Queenes
this cause Oh Mother Wife Auf. I am glad thou hast set thy mercy thy Honor At difference in thee Out of that I le worke My selfe a former Fortune Corio I by and by But we will drinke together And you shall beare A better witnesse backe then words which we On like conditions will haue Counter-seal'd Come enter with vs Ladies you deserue To haue a Temple built you All the Swords In Italy and her Confederate Armes Could not haue made this peace Exeunt Enter Menenius and Sicinius Mene. See you yon'd Coin a' th Capitol you â— corner stone Sicin Why what of that Mene. If it be possible for you to displace it with your little finger there is some hope the Ladies of Rome especially his Mother may preuaile with him But I say there is no hope in 't our throats are sentenc'd and stay vppon execution Sicin Is' t possible that so short a time can alter the condition of a man Mene. There is differency between a Grub a Butterfly yet your Butterfly was a Grub this Martius is growne from Man to Dragon He has wings hee 's more then a creeping thing Sicin He lou'd his Mother deerely Mene. So did he mee and he no more remembers his Mother now then an eight yeare old horse The rarenesse of his face sowres ripe Grapes When he walks he moues like an Engine and the ground shrinkes before his Treading He is able to pierce a Corflet with his eye Talkes like a knell and his hum is a Battery He sits in his State as a thing made for Alexander What he bids bee done is finisht with his bidding He wants nothing of a God but Eternity and a Heauen to Throne in Sicin Yes mercy if you report him truly Mene. I paint him in the Character Mark what mercy his Mother shall bring from him There is no more mercy in him then there is milke in a male-Tyger that shall our poore City finde and all this is long of you Sicin The Gods be good vnto vs. Mene. No in such a case the Gods will not bee good vnto vs. When we banish'd him we respected not them and he returning to breake our necks they respect not vs. Enter a Messenger Mes Sir if you 'ld saue your life flye to your House The Plebeians haue got your Fellow Tribune And hale him vp and downe all swearing if The Romane Ladies bring not comfort home They 'l giue him death by Inches Enter another Messenger Sicin What 's the Newes Mess Good Newes good newes the Ladies haue preuayl'd The Volcians are dislodg'd and Martius gone A merrier day did neuer yet greet Rome No not th' expulsion of the Tarquins Sicin Friend art thou certaine this is true Is' t most certaine Mes As certaine as I know the Sun is fire Where haue you lurk'd that you make doubt of it Ne're through an Arch so hurried the blowne Tide As the recomforted through th' gates Why harke you Trumpets Hoboyes Drums beate altogether The Trumpets Sack-buts Psalteries and Fifes Tabors and Symboles and the showting Romans Make the Sunne dance Hearke you A shout within Mene. This is good Newes I will go meete the Ladies This Volumnia Is worth of Consuls Senators Patricians A City full Of Tribunes such as you A Sea and Land full you haue pray'd well to day This Morning for ten thousand of your throates I 'de not haue giuen a doit Harke how they ioy Sound still with the Shouts Sicin First the Gods blesse you for your tydings Next accept my thankefulnesse Mess Sir we haue all great cause to giue great thanks Sicin They are neere the City Mes Almost at point to enter Sicin Wee 'l meet them and helpe the ioy Exeunt Enter two Senators with Ladies passing ouer the Stage with other Lords Sena Behold our Patronnesse the life of Rome Call all your Tribes together praise the Gods And make triumphant fires strew Flowers before them Vnshoot the noise that Banish'd Martius Repeale him with the welcome of his Mother Cry welcome Ladies welcome All. Welcome Ladies welcome A Flourish with Drummes Trumpets Enter Tullus Auffidius with Attendants Auf. Go tell the Lords a' th' City I am heere Deliuer them this Paper hauing read it Bid them repayre to th' Market place where I Euen in theirs and in the Commons eares Will vouch the truth of it Him I accuse The City Ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appeare before the People hoping To purge himselfe with words Dispatch Enter 3 or 4 Conspirators of Auffidius Faction Most Welcome 1. Con. How is it with our Generall Auf. Euen so as with a man by his owne Almes impoyson'd and with his Charity slaine 2. Con. Most Noble Sir If you do hold the same intent Wherein you wisht vs parties Wee 'l deliuer you Of your great danger Auf. Sir I cannot tell We must proceed as we do finde the People 3. Con. The People will remaine vncertaine whil'st 'Twixt you there 's difference but the fall of either Makes the Suruiuor heyre of all Auf. I know it And my pretext to strike at him admits A good construction I rais'd him and I pawn'd Mine Honor for his truth who being so heighten'd He watered his new Plants with dewes of Flattery Seducing so my Friends and to this end He bow'd his Nature neuer knowne before But to be rough vnswayable and free 3. Consp Sir his stoutnesse When he did stand for Consull which he lost By lacke of stooping Auf. That I would haue spoke of Being banish'd for 't he came vnto my Harth Presented to my knife his Throat I tooke him Made him ioynt-seruant with me Gaue him way In all his owne desires Nay let him choose Out of my Files his proiects to accomplish My best and freshest men seru'd his designements In mine owne person holpe to reape the Fame Which he did end all his and tooke some pride To do my selfe this wrong Till at the last I seem'd his Follower not Partner and He wadg'd me with his Countenance as if I had bin Mercenary 1. Con. So he did my Lord The Army marueyl'd at it and in the last When he had carried Rome and that we look'd For no lesse Spoile then Glory Auf. There was it For which my sinewes shall be stretcht vpon him At a few drops of Womens rhewme which are As cheape as Lies he sold the Blood and Labour Of our great Action therefore shall he dye And I le renew me in his fall But hearke Drummes and Trumpets sounds with great showts of the people 1. Con. Your Natiue Towne you enter'd like a Poste And had no welcomes home but he returnes Splitting the Ayre with noyse 2. Con. And patient Fooles Whose children he hath slaine their base throats teare With giuing him glory 3. Con. Therefore at your vantage Ere he expresse himselfe or moue the people With what he would say let him feele your Sword Which we will second when he lies along After
heare her speake away with her Laui Sweet Lords intreat her heare me but a word Demet. Listen faire Madam let it be your glory To see her teares but be your hart to them As vnrelenting flint to drops of raine Laui When did the Tigers young-ones teach the dam O doe not learne her wrath she taught it thee The milke thou suck'st from her did turne to Marble Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty Chiro What Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard Laui 'T is true The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke Yet haue I heard Oh could I finde it now The Lion mou'd with pitty did indure To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away Some say that Rauens foster forlorne children The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no Nothing so kind but something pittifull Tamo I know not what it meanes away with her Lauin Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake That gaue thee life when well he might haue slaine thee Be not obdurate open thy deafe eares Tamo Had'st thou in person nere offended me Euen for his sake am I pittilesse Remember Boyes I powr'd forth teares in vaine To saue your brother from the sacrifice But fierce Andronicus would not relent Therefore away with her and vse her as you will The worse to her the better lou'd of me Laui Oh Tamora Be call'd a gentle Queene And with thine owne hands kill me in this place For 't is not life that I haue beg'd so long Poore I was slaine when Bassianus dy'd Tam. What beg'st thou then fond woman let me go Laui 'T is present death I beg and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell Oh keepe me from their worse then killing lust And tumble me into some loathsome pit Where neuer mans eye may behold my body Doe this and be a charitable murderer Tam. So should I rob my sweet Sonnes of their fee No let them satisfie their lust on thee Deme. Away For thou hast staid vs heere too long Lauinia No Garace No womanhood Ah beastly creature The blot and enemy to our generall name Confusion fall Chi. Nay then I le stop your mouth Bring thou her husband This is the Hole where Aaron bid vs hide him Tam. Farewell my Sonnes see that you make her sure Nere let my heart know merry cheere indeed Till all the Andronici be made away Now will I hence to seeke my louely Moore And let my spleenefull Sonnes this Trull defloure Exit Enter Aaron with two of Titus Sonnes Aron Come on my Lords the better foote before Straight will I bring you to the lothsome pit Where I espied the Panther fast asleepe Quin. My sight is very dull what ere it bodes Marti And mine I promise you were it not for shame Well could I leaue our sport to sleepe a while Quin. What art thou fallen What subtile Hole is this Whose mouth is couered with Rude growing Briers Vpon whose leaues are drops of new-shed-blood As fresh as mornings dew distil'd on flowers A very fatall place it seemes to me Speake Brother hast thou hurt thee with the fall Martius Oh Brother With the dismal'st obiect That euer eye with sight made heart lament Aron Now will I fetch the King to finde them heere That he thereby may haue a likely gesse How these were they that made away his Brother Exit Aaron Marti Why dost not comfort me and helpe me out From this vnhallow'd and blood-stained Hole Quintus I am surprised with an vncouth feare A chilling sweat ore-runs my trembling ioynts My heart suspects more then mine eie can see Marti To proue thou hast a true diuining heart Aaron and thou looke downe into this den And see a fearefull sight of blood and death Quintus Aaron is gone And my compassionate heart Will not permit mine eyes once to behold The thing whereat it trembles by surmise Oh tell me how it is for nere till now Was I a child to feare I know not what Marti Lord Bassianus lies embrewed heere All on a heape like to the slaughtred Lambe In this detested darke blood-drinking pit Quin. If it be darke how doost thou know 't is he Mart. Vpon his bloody finger he doth weare A precious Ring that lightens all the Hole Which like a Taper in some Monument Doth shine vpon the dead mans earthly cheekes And shewes the ragged intrailes of the pit So pale did shine the Moone on Piramus When he by night lay bath'd in Maiden blood O Brother helpe me with thy fainting hand If feare hath made thee faint as mee it hath Out of this fell deuouring receptacle As hatefull as Ocitus mistie mouth Quint. Reach me thy hand that I may helpe thee out Or wanting strength to doe thee so much good I may be pluckt into the swallowing wombe Of this deepe pit poore Bassianus graue I haue no strength to plucke thee to the brinke Martius Nor I no strength to clime without thy help Quin. Thy hand once more I will not loose againe Till thou art heere aloft or I below Thou can'st not come to me I come to thee Boths fall in Enter the Emperour Aaron the Moore Satur. Along with me I le see what hole is heere And what he is that now is leapt into it Say who art thou that lately did it descend Into this gaping hollow of the earth Marti The vnhappie sonne of old Andronicus Brought hither in a most vnluckie houre To finde thy brother Bassianus dead Satur. My brother dead I know thou dost but iest He and his Lady both are at the Lodge Vpon the North-side of this pleasant Chase 'T is not an houre since I left him there Marti We know not where you left him all aliue But out alas heere haue we found him dead Enter Tamora Andronicus and Lucius Tamo Where is my Lord the King King Heere Tamora though grieu'd with killing griefe Tam. Where is thy brother Bassianus King Now to the bottome dost thou search my wound Poore Bassianus heere lies murthered Tam. Then all too late I bring this fatall writ The complot of this timelesse Tragedie And wonder greatly that mans face can fold In pleasing smiles such murderous Tyrannie She giueth Saturnine a Letter Saturninus reads the Letter And if we misse to meete him hansomely Sweet huntsman Bassianus 't is we meane Doe thou so much as dig the graue for him Thou know'st our meaning looke for thy reward Among the Nettles at the Elder tree Which ouer-shades the mouth of that same pit Where we decreed to bury Bassianuss Doe this and purchase vs thy lasting friends King Oh Tamora was euer heard the like This is the pit and this the Elder tree Looke sirs if you can finde the huntsman out That should haue murthered Bassianus heere Aron My gracious Lord heere is the bag of Gold
Trecherie Flye good Fleans flye flye flye Thou may'st reuenge O Slaue 3. Who did strike out the Light 1. Was 't not the way 3. There 's but one downe the Sonne is fled 2. We haue lost Best halfe of our Affaire 1. Well let 's away and say how much is done Exeunt Scaena Quarta Banquet prepar'd Enter Macbeth Lady Rosse Lenox Lords and Attendants Macb. You know your owne degrees sit downe At first and last the hearty welcome Lords Thankes to your Maiesty Macb. Our selfe will mingle with Society And play the humble Host Our Hostesse keepes her State but in best time We will require her welcome La. Pronounce it for me Sir to all our Friends For my heart speakes they are welcome Enter first Murtherer Macb. See they encounter thee with their harts thanks Both sides are euen heere I le sit i' th' mid'st Be large in mirth anon wee 'l drinke a Measure The Table round There 's blood vpon thy face Mur. 'T is Banquo's then Macb. 'T is better thee without then he within Is he dispatch'd Mur. My Lord his throat is cut that I did for him Mac. Thou art the best o' th' Cut-throats Yet hee 's good that did the like for Fleans If thou did'st it thou art the Non-pareill Mur. Most Royall Sir Fleans is scap'd Macb. Then comes my Fit againe I had else beene perfect Whole as the Marble founded as the Rocke As broad and generall as the casing Ayre But now I am cabin'd crib'd confin'd bound in To sawcy doubts and feares But Banquo's safe Mur. I my good Lord safe in a ditch he bides With twenty trenched gashes on his head The least a Death to Nature Macb. Thankes for that There the growne Serpent lyes the worme that 's fled Hath Nature that in time will Venom breed No teeth for th' present Get thee gone to morrow Wee 'l heare our selues againe Exit Murderer Lady My Royall Lord You do not giue the Cheere the Feast is sold That is not often vouch'd while 't is a making 'T is giuen with welcome to feede were best at home From thence the sawce to meate is Ceremony Meeting were bare without it Enter the Ghost of Banquo and sits in Macbeths place Macb. Sweet Remembrancer Now good digestion waite on Appetite And health on both Lenox May 't please your Highnesse sit Macb. Here had we now our Countries Honor roof'd Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present Who may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse Then pitty for Mischance Rosse His absence Sir Layes blame vpon his promise Pleas't your Highnesse To grace vs with your Royall Company Macb. The Table 's full Lenox Heere is a place reseru'd Sir Macb. Where Lenox Heere my good Lord. What is' t that moues your Highnesse Macb. Which of you haue done this Lords What my good Lord Macb. Thou canst not say I did it neuer shake Thy goary lockes at me Rosse Gentlemen rise his Highnesse is not well Lady Sit worthy Friends my Lord is often thus And hath beene from his youth Pray you keepe Seat The fit is momentary vpon a thought He will againe be well If much you note him You shall offend him and extend his Passion Feed and regard him not Are you a man Macb. I and a bold one that dare looke on that Which might appall the Diuell La. O proper stuffe This is the very painting of your feare This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said Led you to Duncan O these flawes and starts Impostors to true feare would well become A womans story at a Winters fire Authoriz'd by her Grandam shame it selfe Why do you make such faces When all 's done You looke but on a stoole Macb Prythee see there Behold looke loe how say you Why what care I if thou canst nod speake too If Charnell houses and our Graues must send Those that we bury backe our Monuments Shall be the Mawes of Kytes La. What quite vnmann'd in folly Macb. If I stand heere I saw him La. Fie for shame Macb. Blood hath bene shed ere now i' th' olden time Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale I and since too Murthers haue bene perform'd Too terrible for the eare The times has bene That when the Braines were out the man would dye And there an end But now they rise againe With twenty mortall murthers on their crownes And push vs from our stooles This is more strange Then such a murther is La. My worthy Lord Your Noble Friends do lacke you Macb. I do forget Do not muse at me my most worthy Friends I haue a strange infirmity which is nothing To those that know me Come loue and health to all Then I le sit downe Giue me some Wine fill full Enter Ghost I drinke to th' generall ioy o' th' whole Table And to our deere Friend Banquo whom we misse Would he were heere to all and him we thirst And all to all Lords Our duties and the pledge Mac. Auant quit my sight let the earth hide thee Thy bones are marrowlesse thy blood is cold Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with La. Thinke of this good Peeres But as a thing of Custome 'T is no other Onely it spoyles the pleasure of the time Macb. What man dare I dare Approach thou like the rugged Russian Beare The arm'd Rhinoceros or th' Hircan Tiger Take any shape but that and my firme Nerues Shall neuer tremble Or be aliue againe And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword If trembling I inhabit then protest mee The Baby of a Girle Hence horrible shadow Vnreall mock'ry hence Why so being gone I am a man againe pray you sit still La. You haue displac'd the mirth Broke the good meeting with most admir'd disorder Macb. Can such things be And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd Without our speciall wonder You make me strange Euen to the disposition that I owe When now I thinke you can behold such sights And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes When mine is blanch'd with feare Rosse What sights my Lord La. I pray you speake not he growes worse worse Question enrages him at once goodnight Stand not vpon the order of your going But go at once Len. Good night and better health Attend his Maiesty La. A kinde goodnight to all Exit Lords Macb. It will haue blood they say Blood will haue Blood Stones haue beene knowne to moue Trees to speake Augures and vnderstood Relations haue By Maggot Pyes Choughes Rookes brought forth The secret'st man of Blood What is the night La. Almost at oddes with morning which is which Macb. How say'st thou that Macduff denies his person At our great bidding La Did you send to him Sir Macb. I heare it by the way But I will send There 's not a one of them but in his house I keepe a Seruant Feed I will to morrow And betimes I will to the weyard Sisters More shall they speake for now
Oth. Say you Des It is not lost but what and if it were Oth. How Des I say it is not lost Oth. Fetcht let me see 't Des Why so I can but I will not now This is a tricke to put me from my suite Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe My minde mis-giues Des Come come you 'l neuer meete a more sufficient man Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue Shar'd dangers with you Oth. The Handkerchiefe Des Insooth you are too blame Oth. Away Exit Othello Aemil. Is not this man iealious Des I neu'r saw this before Sure there 's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe I am most vnhappy in the losse of it Aemil. 'T is not a yeare or two shewes vs a man They are all but Stomackes and we all but Food They eate vs hungerly and when they are full They belch vs. Enter Iago and Cassio Looke you Cassio and my Husband Iago There is no other way 't is she must doo 't And loe the happinesse go and importune her Des How now good Cassio what 's the newes with you Cassio Madam my former suite I do beseech you That by your vertuous meanes I may againe Exist and be a member of his loue Whom I with all the Office of my heart Intirely honour I would not be delayd If my offence be of such mortall kinde That nor my Seruice past nor present Sorrowes Nor purpos'd merit in futurity Can ransome me into his loue againe But to know so must be my benefit So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content And shut my selfe vp in some other course To Fortunes Almes Des Alas thrice-gentle Cassio My Aduocation is not now in Tune My Lord is not my Lord nor should I know him Were he in Fauour as in Humour alter'd So helpe me euery spirit sanctified As I haue spoken for you all my best And stood within the blanke of his displeasure For my free speech You must awhile be patient What I can do I will and more I will Then for my selfe I dare Let that suffice you Iago Is my Lord angry Aemil. He went hence but now And certainly in strange vnquietnesse Iago Can he be angry I haue seene the Cannon When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre And like the Diuell from his very Arme Puff't his owne Brother And is he angry Something of moment then I will go meet him There 's matter in 't indeed if he be angry Exit Des I prythee do so Something sure of State Either from Venice or some vnhatch'd practise Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus to him Hath pudled his cleare Spirit and in such cases Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things Though great ones are their obiect 'T is euen so For let our finger ake and it endues Our other healthfull members euen to a sense Of paine Nay we must thinke men are not Gods Nor of them looke for such obseruancie As fits the Bridall Beshrew me much Aemilia I was vnhandsome Warrior as I am Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule But now I finde I had suborn'd the Witnesse And he 's Indited falsely Aemil. Pray heauen it bee State matters as you thinke and no Conception Nor no Iealious Toy concerning you Des Alas the day I neuer gaue him cause Aemil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so They are not euer iealious for the cause But iealious for they 're iealious It is a Monster Begot vpon it selfe borne on it selfe Des Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind Aemil. Lady Amen Des I will go seeke him Cassio walke heere about If I doe finde him fit I le moue your suite And seeke to effect it to my vttermost Exit Cas I humbly thanke your Ladyship Enter Bianca Bian. ' Saue you Friend Cassio Cassio What make you from home How is' t with you my most faire Bianca Indeed sweet Loue I was comming to your house Bian. And I was going to your Lodging Cassio What keepe a weeke away Seuen dayes and Nights Eight score eight houres And Louers absent howres More tedious then the Diall eight score times Oh weary reck'ning Cassio Pardon me Bianca I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest But I shall in a more continuate time Strike off this score of absence Sweet Bianca Take me this worke out Bianca Oh Cassio whence came this This is some Token from a newer Friend To the felt-Absence now I feele a Cause Is' t come to this Well well Cassio Go too woman Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth From whence you haue them You are iealious now That this is from some Mistris some remembrance No in good troth Bianca Bian. Why who 's is it Cassio I know not neither I found it in my Chamber I like the worke well Ere it be demanded As like enough it will I would haue it coppied Take it and doo 't and leaue me for this time Bian. Leaue you Wherefore Cassio I do attend heere on the Generall And thinke it no addition nor my wish To haue him see me woman'd Bian. Why I ptay you Cassio Not that I loue you not Bian. But that you do not loue me I pray you bring me on the way a little And say if I shall see you soone at night Cassio 'T is but a little way that I can bring you For I attend heere But I le see you soone Bian. 'T is very good I must be circumstanc'd Exeunt omnes Actus Quartus Scena Prima Enter Othello and Iago Iago Will you thinke so Oth. Thinke so Iago Iago What to kisse in priuate Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kisse Iago Or to be naked with her Friend in bed An houre or more not meaning any harme Oth. Naked in bed Iago and not meane harme It is hypocrisie against the Diuell They that meane vertuously and yet do so The Diuell their vertue tempts and they tempt Heauen Iago If they do nothing 't is a Veniall slip But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe Oth. What then Iago Why then 't is hers my Lord and being hers She may I thinke bestow 't on any man Oth. She is Protectresse of her honor too May she giue that Iago Her honor is an Essence that 's not seene They haue it very oft that haue it not But for the Handkerchiefe Othe By heauen I would most gladly haue forgot it Thou saidst oh it comes ore my memorie As doth the Rauen o're the infectious house Boading to all he had my Handkerchiefe Iago I what of that Othe That 's not so good now Iag. What if I had said I had seene him do you wrong Or heard him say as Knaues be such abroad Who hauing by their owne importunate suit Or voluntary dotage of some Mistris Conuinced or supply'd them cannot chuse But they must blab Oth. Hath he said any thing Iago He hath my Lord but be you well assur'd No
exactly valewed Not petty things admitted Where 's Seleucus Seleu. Heere Madam Cleo. This is my Treasurer let him speake my Lord Vpon his perill that I haue reseru'd To my selfe nothing Speake the truth Seleucus Seleu. Madam I had rather seele my lippes Then to my perill speake that which is not Cleo. What haue I kept backe Sel. Enough to purchase what you haue made known Caesar Nay blush not Cleopatra I approue Your Wisedome in the deede Cleo. See Caesar Oh behold How pompe is followed Mine will now be yours And should we shift estates yours would be mine The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Euen make me wilde Oh Slaue of no more trust Then loue that 's hyt'd What goest thou backe y u shalt Go backe I warrant thee but I le catch thine eyes Though they had wings Slaue Soule-lesse Villain Dog O rarely base Caesar Good Queene let vs intreat you Cleo. O Caesar what a wounding shame is this That thou vouchsafing heere to visit me Doing the Honour of thy Lordlinesse To one so meeke that mine owne Seruant should Parcell the summe of my disgraces by Addition of his Enuy Say good Caesar That I some Lady trifles haâ—e reseru'd Immoment toyes things of such Dignitie As we greet moderne Friends withall and say Some Nobler token I haue kept apart For Liâ—iâ— and Octauia to induce Their mediation must I be vnfolded With one that I haue bred The Gods it smites me Beneath the fall I haue Prythee go hence Or I shall shew the Cynders of my spirits Through th' Ashes of my chance Wer 't thou a man Thou would'st haue mercy on me Caesar Forbeare Seleucus Cleo. Be it known that we the greatest are mis-thoght For things that others do and when we fall We answer others merits in our name Are therefore to be pittied Caesar Cleopatra Not what you haue reseru'd nor what acknowledg'd Put we i' th' Roll of Conquest still bee 't yours Bestow it at your pleasure and beleeue Caesars no Merchant to make prize with you Of things that Merchants sold Therefore be cheer'd Make not your thoughts your prisons No deere Queen For we intend so to dispose you as Your selfe shall giue vs counsell Feede and sleepe Our care and pitty is so much vpon you That we remainâ— your Friend and so adieu Cleo. My Master and my Lord. Caesar Not so Adieu Flourish Exeunt Caesar and his Traine Cleo. He words me Gyrles he words me That I should not be Noble to my selfe But hearke thee Charmian Iras. Finish good Lady the bright day is done And we are for the darke Cleo. Hye thâ—e againe I haue spoke already and it is prouided Go put it to the haste Char. Madam I will Enter Dolabella Dol. Where 's the Queene Char. Behold sir Cleo. Dolabella Dol. Madam as thereto sworne by your command Which my loue makes Religion to obey I tell you this Caesar through Syria Intends his iourney and within three dayes You with your Children will he send before Make your best vse of this I haue perform'd Your pleasure and my promise Cleo. Dolabella I shall remaine your debter Dol. I your Seruant Adieu good Queene I must attend on Caesar Exit Cleo. Farewell and thankes Now Iras what think'st thou Thou an Egyptian Puppet shall be shewne In Rome aswell as I Mechanicke Slaues With greazie Aprons Rules and Hammers shall Vplift vs to the view In their thicke breathes Ranke of grosse dyet shall we be enclowded And forc'd to drinke their vapour Iras. The Gods forbid Cleo. Nay 't is most certaine Iras sawcie Lictors Will catch at vs like Strumpets and scald Rimers Ballads vs out a Tune The quicke Comedians Extemporally will stage vs and present Our Alexandrian Reuels Anthony Shall be brought drunken forth and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra Boy my greatnesse I' th' posture of a Whore Iras. O the good Gods Cleo. Nay that 's certaine Iras. I le neuer see 't for I am sure mine Nailes Are stronger then mine eyes Cleo. Why that 's the way to foole their preparation And to conquer their most absurd intents Enter Charmian Now Charmian Shew me my Women like a Queene Go fetch My best Attyres I am againe for Cidrus To meete Marke Anthony Sirra Iras go Now Noble Charmian wee 'l dispatch indeede And when thou hast done this chare I le giue thee leaue To play till Doomesday bring our Crowne and all A noise within Wherefore's this noise Enter a Guardsman Gards Heere is a rurall Fellow That will not be deny'de your Highnesse presence He brings you Figges Cleo. Let him come in Exit Guardsman What poore an Instrument May do a Noble deede he brings me liberty My Resolution 's plac'd and I haue nothing Of woman in me Now from head to foote I am Marble constant now the fleeting Moone No Planet is of mine Enter Guardsman and Clowne Guards This is the man Cleo. Auoid and leaue him Exit Guardsman Hast thou the pretty worme of Nylus there That killes and paines not Clow. Truly I haue him but I would not be the partie that should desire you to touch him for his byting is immortall those that doe dye of it doe seldome or neuer recouer Cleo. Remember'st thou any that haue dyed on 't Clow. Very many men and women too I heard of one of them no longer then yesterday a very honest woman but something giuen to lye as a woman should not do but in the way of honesty how she dyed of the byting of it what paine she felt Truely she makes a verie good report o' th' worme but he that wil beleeue all that they say shall neuer be saued by halfe that they do but this is most falliable the Worme's an odde Worme Cleo. Get thee hence farewell Clow. I wish you all ioy of the Worme Cleo. Farewell Clow. You must thinke this looke you that the Worme will do his kinde Cleo. I I farewell Clow. Looke you the Worme is not to bee trusted but in the keeping of wise people for indeede there is no goodnesse in the Worme Cleo. Take thou no care it shall be heeded Clow. Very good giue it nothing I pray you for it is not worth the feeding Cleo. Will it eate me Clow. You must not think I am so simple but I know the diuell himselfe will not eate a woman I know that a woman is a dish for the Gods if the diuell dresse her not But truly these same whorson diuels doe the Gods great harme in their women for in euery tenne that they make the diuels marre fiue Cleo. Well get thee gone farewell Clow. Yes forsooth I wish you ioy o' th' worm Exit Cleo. Giue me my Robe put on my Crowne I haue Immortall longings in me Now no more The iuyce of Egypts Grape shall moyst this lip Yare yare good Iras quicke Me thinkes I heare Anthony call I see him rowse himselfe To praise my Noble Act. I heare him mock The lucke of Caesar which the Gods giue
slackely guarded and the search so slow That could not trace them 1 Howsoere 't is strange Or that the negligence may well be laugh'd at Yet is it true Sir 2 I do well beleeue you 1 We must forbeare Heere comes the Gentleman The Queene and Princesse Exeunt Scena Secunda Enter the Queene Posthumus and Imogen Qu. No be assur'd you shall not finde me Daughter After the slander of most Step-Mothers Euill-ey'd vnto you You 're my Prisoner but Your Gaoler shall deliuer you the keyes That locke vp your restraint For you Posthumus So soone as I can win th' offended King I will be knowne your Aduocate marry yet The fire of Rage is in him and 't were good You lean'd vnto his Sentence with what patience Your wisedome may informe you Post ' Please your Highnesse I will from hence to day Qu. You know the perill I le fetch a turne about the Garden pittying The pangs of barr'd Affections though the King Hath charg'd you should not speake together Exit Imo. O dissembling Curtesie How fine this Tyrant Can tickle where she wounds My deerest Husband I something feare my Fathers wrath but nothing Alwayes reseru'd my holy duty what His rage can do on me You must be gone And I shall heere abide the hourely shot Of angry eyes not comforted to liue But that there is this Iewell in the world That I may see againe Post My Queene my Mistris O Lady weepe no more least I giue cause To be suspected of more tendernesse Then doth become a man I will remaine The loyall'st husband that did ere plight troth My residence in Rome at one Filorio's Who to my Father was a Friend to me Knowne but by Letter thither write my Queene And with mine eyes I le drinke the words you send Though Inke be made of Gall. Enter Queene Qu. Be briefe I pray you If the King come I shall incurre I know not How much of his displeasure yet I le moue him To walke this way I neuer do him wrong But he do's buy my Iniuries to be Friends Payes deere for my offences Post Should we be taking leaue As long a terme as yet we haue to liue The loathnesse to depart would grow Adieu Imo. Nay stay a little Were you but riding forth to ayre your selfe Such parting were too petty Looke heere Loue This Diamond was my Mothers take it Heart But keepe it till you woo another Wife When Imogen is dead Post How how Another You gentle Gods giue me but this I haue And seare vp my embracements from a next With bonds of death Remaine remaine thou heere While sense can keepe it on And sweetest fairest As I my poore selfe did exchange for you To your so infinite losse so in our trifles I still winne of you For my sake weare this It is a Manacle of Loue I le place it Vpon this fayrest Prisoner Imo. O the Gods When shall we see againe Enter Cymbeline and Lords Post Alacke the King Cym. Thou basest thing auoyd hence from my sight If after this command thou fraught the Court With thy vnworthinesse thou dyest Away Thou' rt poyson to my blood Post The Gods protect you And blesse the good Remainders of the Court I am gone Exit Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharpe then this is Cym. O disloyall thing That should'st repayre my youth thou heap'st A yeares age on meâ— Imo. I beseech you Sir Harme not your selfe with your vexation I am senselesse of your Wrath a Touch more rare Subdues all pangs all feares Cym. Past Grace Obedience Imo. Past hope and in dispaire that way past Grace Cym. That might'st haue had The sole Sonne of my Queene Imo. O blessed that I might not I chose an Eagle And did auoyd a Puttocke Cym. Thou took'st a Begger would'st haue made my Throne a Seate for basenesse Imo. No I rather added a lustre to it Cym. O thou vilde one Imo. Sir It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus You bred him as my Play-fellow and he is A man worth any woman Ouer-buyes mee Almost the summe he payes Cym. What art thou mad Imo. Almost Sir Heauen restore me would I were A Neat-heards Daughter and my Leonatus Our Neighbour-Shepheards Sonne Enter Queene Cym. Thou foolish thing They were againe together you haue done Not after our command Away with her And pen her vp Qu. Beseech your patience Peace Deere Lady daughter peace Sweet Soueraigne Leaue vs to our selues and make your self some comfort Out of your best aduice Cym. Nay let her languish A drop of blood a day and being aged Dye of this Folly Exit Enter Pisanio Qu. Fye you must giue way Heere is your Seruant How now Sir What newes Pisa My Lord your Sonne drew on my Master Qu. Hah No harme I trust is done Pisa There might haue beene But that my Master rather plaid then fought And had no helpe of Anger they were parted By Gentlemen at hand Qu. I am very glad on 't Imo. Your Son 's my Fathers friend he takes his part To draw vpon an Exile O braue Sir I would they were in Affricke both together My selfe by with a Needle that I might pricke The goer backe Why came you from your Master Pisa On his command he would not suffer mee To bring him to the Hauen left these Notes Of what commands I should be subiect too When 't pleas'd you to employ me Qu. This hath beene Your faithfull Seruant I dare lay mine Honour He will remaine so Pisa I humbly thanke your Highnesse Qu. Pray walke a-while Imo. About some halfe houre hence Pray you speake with me You shall at least go see my Lord aboord For this time leaue me Exeunt Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and two Lords 1. Sir I would aduise you to shift a Shirt the Violence of Action hath made you reek as a Sacrifice where ayre comes out ayre comes in There 's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent Clot. If my Shirt were bloody then to shift it Haue I hurt him 2 No faith not so much as his patience 1 Hurt him His bodie 's a passable Carkasse if he bee not hurt It is a through-fare for Steele if it be not hurt 2 His Steele was in debt it went o' th' Backe-side the Towne Clot. The Villaine would not stand me 2 No but he fled forward still toward your face 1 Stand you you haue Land enough of your owne But he added to your hauing gaue you some ground 2 As many Inches as you haue Oceans Puppies Clot. I would they had not come betweene vs. 2 So would I till you had measur'd how long a Foole you were vpon the ground Clot. And that shee should loue this Fellow and refuse mee 2 If it be a sin to make a true election she is damn'd 1 Sir as I told you alwayes her Beauty her Braine go not together Shee 's a good signe but I haue seene small reflection of her wit 2
King Two of thy whelpes fell Curs of bloody kind Haue heere bereft my brother of his life Sirs drag them from the pit vnto the prison There let them bide vntill we haue deuis'd Some neuer heard-of tortering paine for them Tamo What are they in this pit Oh wondrous thing How easily murder is discouered Tit. High Emperour vpon my feeble knee I beg this boone with teares not lightly shed That this fell fault of my accursed Sonnes Accursed if the faults be prou'd in them King If it be prou'd you see it is apparant Who found this Letter Tamora was it you Tamora Andronicus himselfe did take it vp Tit. I did my Lord Yet let me be their baile For by my Fathers reuerent Tombe I vow They shall be ready at your Highnes will To answere their suspition with their liues King Thou shalt not baile them see thou follow me Some bring the murthered body some the murtherers Let them not speake a word the guilt is plaine For by my soule were there worse end then death That end vpon them should be executed Tamo Andronicus I will entreat the King Feare not thy Sonnes they shall do well enough Tit. Come Lucius come Stay not to talke with them Exeunt Enter the Empresse Sonnes with Lauinia her hands cut off and her tongue cut out and rauisht Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake Who t' was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee Chi. Write downe thy mind bewray thy meaning so And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe Dem. See how with signes and tokens she can scowle Chi. Goe home Call for sweet water wash thy hands Dem. She hath no tongue to call nor hands to wash And so let 's leaue her to her silent walkes Chi. And t' were my cause I should goe hang my selfe Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord Exeunt Winde Hornes Enter Marcus from hunting to Lauinia Who is this my Neece that flies away so fast Cosen a word where is your husband If I do dreame would all my wealth would wake me If I doe wake some Planet strike me downe That I may slumber in eternall sleepe Speake gentle Neece what sterne vngentle hands Hath lopt and hew'd and made thy body bare Of her two branches those sweet Ornaments Whose circkling shadowes Kings haue sought to sleep in And might not gaine so great a happines As halfe thy Loue Why doost not speake to me Alas a Crimson riuer of warme blood Like to a bubling fountaine stir'd with winde Doth rise and fall betweene thy Rosed lips Comming and going with thy hony breath But sure some Tereus hath defloured thee And least thou should'st detect them cut thy tongue Ah now thou turn'st away thy face for shame And notwithstanding all this losse of blood As from a Conduit with their issuing Spouts Yet doe thy cheekes looke red as Titans face Blushing to be encountred with a Cloud Shall I speake for thee shall I say 't is so Oh that I knew thy hart and knew the beast That I might raile at him to ease my mind Sorrow concealed like an Ouen stopt Doth burne the hart to Cinders where it is Faire Philomela she but lost her tongue And in a tedious Sampler sowed her minde But louely Neece that meane is cut from thee A craftier Tereus hast thou met withall And he hath cut those pretty fingers off That could haue better sowed then Philomel Oh had the monster seene those Lilly hands Tremble like Aspen leaues vpon a Lute And make the silken strings delight to kisse them He would not then haue toucht them for his life Or had he heard the heauenly Harmony Which that sweet tongue hath made He would haue dropt his knife and fell asleepe As Cerberus at the Thracian Poets feete Come let vs goe and make thy father blinde For such a sight will blinde a fathers eye One houres storme will drowne the fragrant meades What will whole months of teares thy Fathers eyes Doe not draw backe for we will mourne with thee Oh could our mourning ease thy misery Exeunt Actus Tertius Enter the Iudges and Senatours with Titus two sonnes bound passing on the Stage to the place of execution and Titus going before pleading Ti. Heare me graue fathers noble Tribunes stay For pitty of mine age whose youth was spent In dangerous warres whilst you securely slept For all my blood in Romes great quarrell shed For all the frosty nights that I haue watcht And for these bitter teares which now you see Filling the aged wrinkles in my cheekes Be pittifull to my condemned Sonnes Whose soules is not corrupted as 't is thought For two and twenty sonnes I neuer wept Because they died in honours lofty bed Andronicus lyeth downe and the Iudges passe by him For these Tribunes in the dust I write My harts deepe languor and my soules sad teares Let my teares stanch the earths drie appetite My sonnes sweet blood will make it shame and blush O earth I will be friend thee more with raine Exeunt That shall distill from these two ancient ruines Then youthfull Aprill shall with all his showres In summers drought I le drop vpon thee still In Winter with warme teares I le melt the snow And keepe erernall spring time on thy face So thou refuse to drinke my deare sonnes blood Enter Lucius with his weapon drawne Oh reuerent Tribunes oh gentle aged men Vnbinde my sonnes reuerse the doome of death And let me say that neuer wept before My teares are now preualing Oratours Lu. Oh noble father you lament in vaine The Tribunes heare not no man is by And you recount your sorrowes to a stone Ti. Ah Lucius for thy brothers let me plead Graue Tribunes once more I intreat of you Lu. My gracious Lord no Tribune heares you speake Ti. Why 't is no matter man if they did heare They would not marke me oh if they did heare They would not pitty me Therefore I tell my sorrowes bootles to the stones Who though they cannot answere my distresse Yet in some sort they are better then the Tribunes For that they will not intercept my tale When I doe weepe they humbly at my feete Receiue my teares and seeme to weepe with me And were they but attired in graue weedes Rome could afford no Tribune like to these A stone is as soft waxe Tribunes more hard then stones A stone is silent and offendeth not And Tribunes with their tongues doome men to death But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawne Lu. To rescue my two brothers from their death For which attempt the Iudges haue pronounc'st My euerlasting doome of banishment Ti. O happy man they haue befriended thee Why foolish Lucius dost thou not perceiue That Rome is but a wildernes of Tigers Tigers must pray and Rome affords no prey But me and and mine how happy art thou then From these deuourers to be banished But who comes with our brother Marcus
that name shot from the dead leuell of a Gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murdred her kinsman Oh tell me Frier tell me In what vile part of this Anatomie Doth my name lodge Tell me that I may sacke The hatefull Mansion Fri. Hold thy desperate hand Art thou a man thy forme cries out thou art Thy teares are womanish thy wild acts denote The vnreasonable Furie of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man And ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temper'd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady that in thy life lies By doing damned hate vpon thy selfe Why rayl'st thou on thy birth the heauen and earth Since birth and heauen and earth all three do meete In thee at once which thou at once would'st loose Fie fie thou sham'st thy shape thy loue thy wit Which like a Vsurer abound'st in all And vsest none in that true vse indeed Which should bedecke thy shape thy loue thy wit Thy Noble shape is but a forme of waxe Digressing from the Valour of a man Thy deare Loue sworne but hollow periurie Killing that Loue which thou hast vow'd to cherish Thy wit that Ornament to shape and Loue Mishapen in the conduct of them both Like powder in a skillesse Souldiers flaske Is set a fire by thine owne ignorance And thou dismembred with thine owne defence What rowse thee man thy Iuliet is aliue For whose deare sake thou wast but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou slew'st Tybalt there art thou happie The law that threatned death became thy Friend And turn'd it to exile there art thou happy A packe or blessing light vpon thy backe Happinesse Courts thee in her best array But like a mishaped and sullen wench Thou puttest vp thy Fortune and thy Loue Take heed take heed for such die miserable Goe get thee to thy Loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Where thou shalt liue till we can finde a time To blaze your marriage reconcile your Friends Beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee backe With twenty hundred thousand times more ioy Then thou went'st forth in lamentation Goe before Nurse commend me to thy Lady And bid her hasten all the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Romeo is comming Nur. O Lord I could haue staid here all night To heare good counsell oh what learning is My Lord I le tell my Lady you will come Rom. Do so and bid my Sweete prepare to chide Nur. Heere sir a Ring she bid me giue you sir Hie you make hast for it growes very late Rom. How well my comfort is reuiu'd by this Fri. Go hence Goodnight and here stands all your state Either be gone before the watch be set Or by the breake of day disguis'd from hence Soiourne in Mantua I le find out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap to you that chaunces heere Giue me thy hand 't is late farewell goodnight Rom. But that a ioy past ioy calls out on me It were a griefe so briefe to part with thee Farewell Exeunt Enter old Capulet his Wife and Paris Cap. Things haue falne ouâ— sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue our Daughter Looke you she Lou'd her kinsman Tybalt dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to die 'T is very late she 'l not come downe to night I promise you but for your company I would haue bin a bed an houre ago Par. These times of wo affoord no times to wooe Madam goodnight commend me to your Daughter Lady I will and know her mind early to morrow To night she is mewed vp to her heauinesse Cap. Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender Of my Childes loue I thinke she will be rul'd In all respects by me nay more I doubt it not Wife go you to her ere you go to bed Acquaint her here of my Sonne Paris Loue And bid her marke you me on Wendsday next But soft what day is this Par. Monday my Lord. Cap. Monday ha ha well Wendsday is too soone A Thursday let it be a Thursday tell her She shall be married to this Noble Earle Will you be ready do you like this hast Wee le keepe no great adoe a Friend or two For harke you Tybalt being slaine so late It may be thought we held him carelesly Being our kinsman if we reuell much Therefore wee le haue some halfe a dozen Friends And there an end But what say you to Thursday Paris My Lord I would that Thursday were to morrow Cap. Well get you gone a Thursday be it then Go you to Iuliet ere you go to bed Prepare her wife against this wedding day Farewell my Lord light to my Chamber hoa Afore me it is so late that we may call ir early by and by Goodnight Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet aloft Iul. Wilt thou be gone It is not yet neere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pier'st the fearefull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree Beleeue me Loue it was the Nightingale Rom. It was the Larke the Herauld of the Morne No Nightingale looke Loue what enuious streakes Do lace the seuering Cloudes in yonder East Nights Candles are burnt out and Iocond day Stands tip to on the mistie Mountaines tops I must be gone and liue or stay and die Iul. Yond light is not daylight I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sun exhales To be to thee this night a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Therefore stay yet thou need'st not to be gone Rom. Let me be tane let me be put to death I am content so thou wilt haue it so I le say you gray is not the mornings eye 'T is but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads I haue more care to stay then will to go Come death and welcome Iuliet wills it so How i st my soule le ts talke it is not day Iuli. It is it is hie hence be gone away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for she diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes O now I would they had chang'd voyces too Since arme from arme that voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Hunts-vp to the day O now be gone more light and it light growes Rom. More light light more darke darke our woes Enter Madam and Nurse Nur. Madam Iul. Nurse Nur. Your Lady Mother is comming to your chamber The day is broke be wary looke
about Iul. Then window let day in and let life out Rom. Farewell farewell one kisse and I le descend Iul. Art thou gone so Loue Lord ay Husband Friend I must heare from thee euery day in the houre For in a minute there are many dayes O by this count I shall be much in yeares Ere I againe behold my Romeo Rom. Farewell I will omit no oportunitie That may conuey my greetings Loue to thee Iul. O thinkest thou we shall euer meet againe Rom. I doubt it not and all these woes shall serue For sweet discourses in our time to come Iuilet O God! I haue an ill Diuining soule Me thinkes I see thee now thou art so lowe As one dead in the bottome of a Tombe Either my eye-sight failes or thou look'st pale Rom. And trust me Loue in my eye so do you Drie sorrow drinkes our blood Adue adue Exit Iul. O Fortune Fortune all men call thee fickle If thou art fickle what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith be fickle Fortune For then I hope thou wilt not keepe him long But send him backe Enter Mother Lad. Ho Daughter are you vp Iul Who i st that calls Is it my Lady Mother Is she not downe so late or vp so early What vnaccustom'd cause procures her hither Lad. Why how now Iuliet Iul. Madam I am not well Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares And if thou could'st thou could'st not make him liue Therefore haue done some griefe shewes much of Loue But much of griefe shewes still some want of wit Iul. Yet let me weepe for such a feeling losse Lad. So shall you feele the losse but not the Friend Which you weepe for Iul. Feeling so the losse I cannot chuse but euer weepe the Friend La. Well Girle thou weep'st not so much for his death As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him Iul. What Villaine Madam Lad. That same Villaine Romeo Iul. Villaine and he be many Miles assunder God pardon I doe with all my heart And yet no man like he doth grieue my heart Lad. That is because the Traitor liues Iul. I Madam from the reach of these my hands Would none but I might venge my Cozins death Lad. We will haue vengeance for it feare thou not Then weepe no more I le send to one in Mantua Where that same banisht Run-agâ—te doth liue Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied Iul. Indeed I neuer shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him Dead Is my poore heart so for a kinsman vext Madam if you could find out but a man To beare a poyson I would temper it That Romeo should vpon receit thereof Soone sleepe in quiet O how my heart abhors To heare him nam'd and cannot come to him To wreake the Loue I bore my Cozin Vpon his body that hath slaughter'd him Mo. Find thou the meanes and I le find such a man But now I le tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle Iul. And ioy comes well in such a needy time What are they beseech your Ladyship Mo. Well well thou hast a carefull Father Child One who to put thee from thy heauinesse Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy That thou expects not nor I lookt not for Iul. Madam in happy time what day is this Mo. Marry my Child early next Thursday morne The gallant young and Noble Gentleman The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride Iul. Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too He shall not make me there a ioyfull Bride I wonder at this hast that I must wed Ere he that should be Husband comes to woe I pray you tell my Lord and Father Madam I will not marrie yet and when I doe I sweare It shall be Romeo whom you know I hate Rather then Paris These are newes indeed Mo. Here comes your Father tell him so your selfe And see how he will take it at your hands Enter Capulet and Nurse Cap. When the Sun sets the earth doth drizzle daew But for the Sunset of my Brothers Sonne It raines downright How now A Conduit Gyrle what still in teares Euermore showring in one little body Thou counterfaits a Barke a Sea a Wind For still thy eyes which I may call the Sea Do ebbe and flow with teares the Barke thy body is Sayling in this falt floud the windes thy sighes Who raging with the teares and they with them Without a sudden calme will ouer set Thy tempest tossed body How now wife Haue you deliuered to her our decree Lady I sir But she will none she giues you thankes I would the foole were married to her graue Cap. Soft take me with you take me with you wife How will she none doth she not giue vs thanks Is she not proud doth she not count her blest Vnworthy as she is that we haue wrought So worthy a Gentleman to be her Bridegroome Iul. Not proud you haue But thankfull that you haue Proud can I neuer be of what I haue But thankfull euen for hate that is meant Loue. Cap. How now How now Chopt Logicke what is this Proud and I thanke you and I thanke you not Thanke me no thankings nor proud me no prouds But fettle your fine ioints ' gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or I will drag thee on a Hurdle thither Out you greene sicknesse carrion out you baggage You tallow face Lady Fie fie what are you mad Iul. Good Father I beseech you on my knees Heare me with patience but to speake a word Fa. Hang thee young baggage disobedient wretch I tell thee what get thee to Church a Thursday Or neuer after looke me in the face Speake not reply not do not answere me My fingers itch wife we scarce thought vs blest That God had lent vs but this onely Child But now I see this one is one too much And that we haue a curse in hauing her Out on her Hilding Nur. God in heauen blesse her You are too blame my Lord to rate her so Fa. And why my Lady wisedome hold your tongue Good Prudence smatter with your gossip go Nur. I speake no treason Father O Godigoden May not one speake Fa. Peace you mumbling foole Vtter your grauitie ore a Gossips bowles For here we need it not La. You are too hot Fa. Gods bread it makes me mad Day night houre ride time worke play Alone in companie still my care hath bin To haue her matcht and hauing now prouided A Gentleman of Noble Parentage Of faire Demeanes Youthfull and Nobly Allied Stuft as they say with Honourable parts Proportion'd as ones thought would wish a man And then to haue a wretched puling foole A whining mammet in her Fortunes tender To answer I le noâ— wed I cannot Loue I am too young I pray you pardon me But and