lessen'd and those few I haue Almost no better then so many French Who when they were in health I tell thee Herald I thought vpon one payre of English Legges Did march three Frenchmen Yet forgiue me God That I doe bragge thus this your ayre of France Hath blowne that vice in me I must repent Goe therefore tell thy Master heere I am My Ransome is this frayle and worthlesse Trunke My Army but a weake and sickly Guard Yet God before tell him we will come on Though France himselfe and such another Neighbor Stand in our way There 's for thy labour Mountioy Goe bid thy Master well aduise himselfe If we may passe we will if we be hindred We shall your tawnie ground with your red blood Discolour and so Mountioy fare you well The summe of all our Answer is but this We would not seeke a Battaile as we are Nor as we are we say we will not shun it So tell your Master Mount I shall deliuer so Thankes to your Highnesse Glouc. I hope they will not come vpon vs now King We are in Gods hand Brother not in theirs March to the Bridge â—t now drawes toward night Beyond the Riuer wee 'le encampe our selues And on to morrow bid them march away Exeunt Enter the Constable of France the Lord Ramburs Orleance Dolphin with others Const Tut I haue the best Armour of the World would it were day Orleance You haue an excellent Armour but let my Horse haue his due Const It is the best Horse of Europe Orleance Will it neuer be Morning Dolph My Lord of Orleance and my Lord High Constable you talke of Horse and Armour Orleance You are as well prouided of both as any Prince in the World Dolph What a long Night is this I will not change my Horse with any that treades but on foure postures ch' ha he bounds from the Earth as if his entrayles were hayres le Cheual volante the Pegasus ches les naâ—nes de feu When I bestryde him I soare I am a Hawke he trots the ayre the Earth sings when he touches it the basest horne of his hoose is more Musicall then the Pipe of Hermes Orleance Hee 's of the colour of the Nutmeg Dolph And of the heat of the Ginger It is a Beast for Perseus hee is pure Ayre and Fire and the dull Elements of Earth and Water neuer appeare in him but only in patient stillnesse while his Rider moâ—nts him hee is indeede a Horse and all other Iades you may call Beasts Const Indeed my Lord it is a most absolute and excellent Horse Dolph It is the Prince of Palfrayes his Neigh is like the bidding of a Monarch and his countenance enforces Homage Orleance No more Cousin Dolph Nay the man hath no wit that cannot from the rising of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe varie deserued prayse on my Palsray it is a Theame as fluent as the Sea Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues and my Horse is argument for them all 't is a subiect for a Soueraigne to reason on and for a Soueraignes Soueraigne to ride on And for the World familiar to vs and vnknowne to lay apart their particular Functions and wonder at him I once writ a Sonnet in his prayse and began thus Wonder of Nature Orleance I haue heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mistresse Dolph Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my Courser for my Horse is my Mistresse Orleance Your Mistresse beares well Dolph Me well which is the prescript prayse and perfection of a good and particular Mistresse Const Nay for me thought yesterday your Mistresse shrewdly shooke your back Dolph So perhaps did yours Const Mine was not bridled Dolph O then belike she was old and gentle and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland your French Hose off and in your strait Strossers Const You haue good iudgement in Horsemanship Dolph Be warn'd by me then they that ride so and ride not warily fall into foule Boggs I had rather haue my Horse to my Mistresse Const I had as liue haue my Mistresse a Iade Dolph I tell thee Constable my Mistresse weares his owne hayre Const I could make as true a boast as that if I had a Sow to my Mistresse Dolph Le chien est retourne a son propre vemissement est la leuye lauee au bourbier thou mak'st vse of any thing Const Yet doe I not vse my Horse for my Mistresse or any such Prouerbe so little kin to the purpose Ramb. My Lord Constable the Armour that I saw in your Tent to night are those Starres or Sunnes vpon it Const Starres my Lord. Dolph Some of them will fall to morrow I hope Const And yet my Sky shall not want Dolph That may be for you beare a many superfluously and 't were more honor some were away Const Eu'n as your Horse beares your prayses who would trot as well were some of your bragges dismounted Dolph Would I were able to loade him with his desert Will it neuer be day I will trot to morrow a mile and my way shall be paued with English Faces Const I will not say so for feare I should be fac't out of my way but I would it were morning for I would faine be about the eares of the English Ramb. Who will goe to Hazard with me for twentie Prisoners Const You must first goe your selfe to hazard ere you haue them Dolph 'T is Mid-night I le goe arme my selfe Exit Orleance The Dolphin longs for morning Ramb. He longs to eate the English Const I thinke he will eate all he kills Orleance By the white Hand of my Lady hee 's a gallant Prince Const Sweare by her Foot that she may tread out the Oath Orleance He is simply the most actiue Gentleman of France Const Doing is actiuitie and he will still be doing Orleance He neuer did harme that I heard of Const Nor will doe none to morrow hee will keepe that good name still Orleance I know him to be valiant Const I was told that by one that knowes him better then you Orleance What 's hee Const Marry hee told me so himselfe and hee sayd hee car'd not who knew it Orleance Hee needes not it is no hidden vertue in him Const. By my faith Sir but it is neuer any body saw it but his Lacquey 't is a hooded valour and when it appeares it will bate Orleance Ill will neuer sayd well Const I will cap that Prouerbe with There is flatterie in friendship Orleance And I will take vp that with Giue the Deuill his due Const Well plac't there stands your friend for the Deuill haue at the very eye of that Prouerbe with A Pox of the Deuill Orleance You are the better at Prouerbs by how much a Fooles Bolt is soone shot Const. You haue shot ouer Orleance 'T is not the first time you were ouer-shot Enter a Messenger Mess My Lord high Constable the English lye within fifteene hundred paces of
heere you Gods a poore old man As full of griefe as age wretched in both If it be you that stirres these Daughters hearts Against their Father foole me not so much To beare it tamely touch me with Noble anger And let not womens weapons water drops Staine my mans cheekes No you vnnaturall Hags I will haue such reuenges on you both That all the world shall I will do such things What they are yet I know not but they shal be The terrors of the earth you thinke I le weepe No I le not weepe I haue full cause of weeping Storme and Tempest But this heart shal break into a hundred thousand flawes Or ere I le weepe O Foole I shall go mad Exeunt Corn. Let vs withdraw 't will be a Storme Reg. This house is little the old man an'ds people Cannot be well bestow'd Gon. 'T is his owne blame hath put himselfe from rest And must needs taste his folly Reg. For his particular I le receiue him gladly But not one follower Gon. So am I purpos'd Where is my Lord of Gloster Enter Gloster Corn. Followed the old man forth he is return'd Glo. The King is in high rage Corn. Whether is he going Glo. He cals to Horse but will I know not whether Corn. 'T is best to giue him way he leads himselfe Gon. My Lord entreate him by no meanes to stay Glo. Alacke the night comes on and the high windes Do sorely ruffle for many Miles about There 's scarce a Bush Reg. O Sir to wilfull men The iniuries that they themselues procure Must be their Schoole-Masters shut vp your doores He is attended with a desperate traine And what they may incense him too being apt To haue his eare abus'd wisedome bids feare Cor. Shut vp your â—ores my Lord 't is a wil'd night My Regan counsels wellâ— come out o th' storme Exeunt Actus Tertius Scena Prima Storme still Enter Kent and a Gentleman seuerally Kent Who 's there besides foule weather Gen. One minded like the weather most vnquietly Kent I know you Where 's the King Gent. Contending with the fretfull Elements Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea Or swell the curled Waters ' boue the Maine That things might change or cease Kent But who is with him Gent. None but the Foole who labours to out-iest His heart-strooke iniuries Kent Sir I do know you And dare vpon the warrant of my note Commend a deere thing to you There is diuision Although as yet the face of it is couer'd With mutuall cunning 'twixt Albany and Cornwall Who haue as who haue not that their great Starres Thron'd and set high Seruants who seeme no lesse Which are to France the Spies and Speculations Intelligent of our State What hath bin seene Either in snuffes and packings of the Dukes Or the hard Reine which both of them hath borne Against the old kinde King or something deeper Whereof perchance these are but furnishings Gent. I will talke further with you Kent No do not For confirmation that I am much more Then my out-wall open this Purse and take What it containes If you shall see Cordelâ—a As feare not but you shall shew her this Ring And she will tell you who that Fellow is That yet you do not know Fye on this Storme I will go seeke the King Gent. Giue me your hand Haue you no more to say Kent Few words but to effect more then all yet That when we haue found the King in which your pain That way I le this He that first lights on him Holla the other Exeunt Scena Secunda Storme still Enter Lear and Foole. Lear. Blow windes crack your cheeks Rage blow You Cataracts and Hyrricano's spout Till you haue drench'd our Steeples drown the Cockes You Sulph'rous and Thought-executing Fires Vaunt-curriors of Oake-cleauing Thunder-bolts Sindge my white head And thou all-shaking Thunder Strike flat the thicke Rotundity o' th' world Cracke Natures moulds all germaines spill at once That makes ingratefull Man Foole. O Nunkle Court holy-holy-water in a dry house is better then this rain-Rain-water out o' doore Good Nunkle in aske thy Daughters blessing heere 's a night pitties neither Wisemen nor Fooles Lear. Rumble thy belly full spit Fire spowt Raine Nor Raine Winde Thunder Fire are my Daughters I taxe not you you Elements with vnkindnesse I neuer gaue you Kingdome call'd you Children You owe me no subscription Then let fall Your horrible pleasure Heere I stand your Slaue A poore infirme weake and dispis'd old man But yet I call you Seruile Ministers That will with two pernicious Daughters ioyne Your high-engender'd Battailes ' gainst a head So old and white as this O ho 't is foule Foole. He that has a house to put 's head in has a good Head-peece The Codpiece that will house before the head has any The Head and he shall Lowse so Beggers marry many The man y t makes his Toe what he his Hart shold make Shall of a Corne cry woe and turne his sleepe to wake For there was neuer yet faire woman but shee made mouthes in a glasse Enter Kent Lear. No I will be the patterne of all patience I will say nothing Kent Who 's there Foole. Marry here 's Grace and a Codpiece that 's a Wiseman and a Foole. Kent Alas Sir are you here Things that loue night Loue not such nights as these The wrathfull Skies Gallow the very wanderers of the darke And make them keepe their Caues Since I was man Such sheets of Fire such bursts of horrid Thunder Such groanes of roaring Winde and Raine I neuer Remember to haue heard Mans Nature cannot carry Th' affliction nor the feare Lear. Let the great Goddes That keepe this dreadfull pudder o're our heads Finde out their enemies now Tremble thou Wretch That hast within thee vndivulged Crimes Vnwhipt of Iustice Hide thee thou Bloudy hand Thou Periur'd and thou Simular of Vertue That art Incestuous Caytiffe to peeces shake That vnder couert and conuenient seeming Ha's practis'd on mans life Close pent-vp guilts Riue your concealing Continents and cry These dreadfull Summoners grace I am a man More sinn'd against then sinning Kent Alacke bare-headed Gracious my Lord hard by heere is a Houell Some friendship will it lend you ' gainst the Tempest Repose you there while I to this hard house More harder then the stones whereof 't is rais'd Which euen but now demanding after you Deny'd me to come in returne and force Their scanted curtesie Lear. My wits begin to turne Come on my boy How dost my boy Art cold I am cold my selfe Where is this straw my Fellow The Art of our Necessities is strange And can make vilde things precious Come your Houel Poore Foole and Knaue I haue one part in my heart That 's sorry yet for thee Foole. He that has and a little-tyne wit With heigh-ho the Winde and the Raine Must make content with his Fort â—es fit Though the Raine it raineth
What cheere Mast Good Speake to th' Mariners fall too 't yarely or we run our selues a ground bestirre bestirre Exit Enter Mariners Botes Heigh my hearts cheerely cheerely my harts yare yare Take in the toppe-sale Tend to th' Masters whistle Blow till thou burst thy winde if roome enough Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Ferdinando Gonzalo and others Alon. Good Boteswainâ— haue care where 's the Master Play the men Botes I pray now keepe below Auth. Where is the Master Boson Botes Do you not heare him you marre our labour Keepe your Cabines you do assist the storme Gonz. Nay good be patient Botes When the Sea is hence what cares these roarers for the name of King to Cabine silence trouble vs not Gon. Good yet remember whom thou hast aboord Botes None that I more loue then my selfe You are a Counsellor if you can command these Elements to silence and worke the peace of the present wee will not hand a rope more vse your authoritie If you cannot giue thankes you haue liu'd so long and make your selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the houre if it so hap Cheerely good hearts out of our way I say Exit Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him his complexion is perfect Gallowes stand fast good Fate to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable for our owne doth little aduantage If he be not borne to bee hang'd our case is miserable Exit Enter Boteswaine Botes Downe with the top-Mast yare lower lower bring her to Try with Maine-course A plague A cry within Enter Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo vpon this howling they are lowder then the weather or our office yet againe What do you heere Shal we giue ore and drowne haue you a minde to sinke Sebas A poxe o' your throat you bawling blasphemous incharitable Dog Botes Worke you then Anth. Hang cur hang you whoreson insolent Noysemaker we are lesse afraid to be drownde then thou art Gonz. I 'le warrant him for drowning though the Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell and as leaky as an vnstanched wench Botes Lay her a hold a hold set her two courses off to Sea againe lay her off Enter Mariners wet Mari. All lost to prayers to prayers all lost Botes What must our mouths be cold Gonz. The King and Prince at prayers let 's assist them for our case is as theirs Sebas I' am out of patience An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards This wide-chopt-rascall would thou mightst lye drowning the washing of ten Tides Gonz. Hee 'l be hang'd yet Though euery drop of water sweare against it And gape at widst to glut him A confused noyse within Mercy on vs. We split we split Farewell my wife and children Farewell brother we split we split we split Anth. Let 's all sinke with ' King Seb. Let 's take leaue of him Exit Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea for an Acre of barren ground Long heath Browne firrs any thing the wills aboue be done but I would faine dye a dry death Exit Scena Secunda Enter Prospero and Miranda Mira. If by your Art my deerest father you haue Put the wild waters in this Roâ—e alay them The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch But that the Sea mounting to th' welkins cheeke Dashes the fire out Oh! I haue suffered With those that I saw suffer A braue vessell Who had no doubt some noble creature in her Dash'd all to peeces O the cry did knocke Against my very heart poore soules they perish'd Had I byn any God of power I would Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth or ere It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd and The fraughting Soules within her Pros Be collected No more amazement Tell your pitteous heart there 's no harme done Mira. O woe the day Pros No harme I haue done nothing but in care of thee Of thee my deere one thee my daughter who Art ignorant of what thou art naught knowing Of whence I am nor that I am more better Then Prospero Master of a full poore cell And thy no greater Father Mira. More to know Did neuer medle with my thoughts Pros 'T is time I should informe thee farther Lend thy hand And plucke my Magick garment from me So Lye there my Art wipe thou thine eyes haue comfort The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd The very vertue of compassion in thee I haue with such prouision in mine Art So safely ordered that there is no soule No not so much perdition as an hayre Betid to any creature in the vessell Which thou heardst cry which thou saw'st sinke Sit downe For thou must now know farther Mira. You haue often Begun to tell me what I am but stopt And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition Concluding stay not yet Pros The howr's now come The very minute byds thee ope thine care Obey and be attentiue Canst thou remember A time before we came vnto this Cell I doe not thinke thou canst for then thou was 't not Out three yeeres old Mira. Certainely Sir I can Pros By what by any other house or person Of any thing the Image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance Mira. 'T is farre off And rather like a dreame then an assurance That my remembrance warrants Had I not Fowre or fiue women once that tended me Pros Thou hadst and more Miranda But how is it That this liues in thy minde What seest thou els In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'st here thou maist Mira. But that I doe not Pros Twelue yere since Miranda twelue yere since Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and A Prince of power Mira. Sir are not you my Father Pros Thy Mother was a peece of vertue and She said thou wast my daughter and thy father Was Duke of Millaine and his onely heire And Princesse no worse Issued Mira. O the heauens What fowle play had we that we came from thence Or blessed was 't we did Pros Both both my Girle By fowle-play as thou saist were we heau'd thence But blessedly holpe hither Mira. O my heart bleedes To thinke o th' teene that I haue turn'd you to Which is from my remembrance please you farther Pros My brother and thy vncle call'd Anthonio I pray thee marke me that a brother should Be so perfidious he whom next thy selfe Of all the world I lou'd and to him put The mannage of my state as at that time Through all the signories it was the first And Prospero the prime Duke being so reputed In dignity and for the liberall Artes Without a paralell those being all my studie The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother And to my State grew stranger being transported And rapt in secret studies thy false vncle Do'st thou attend me Mira. Sir most heedefully Pros Being once perfected how
at thy dyn Cal. No 'pray thee I must obey his Art is of such pow'r It would controll my Dams god Setebos And make a vassaile of him Pro. So slaue hence Exit Cal. Enter Ferdinand Ariel inuisible playing singing Ariel Song Come vnto these yellow sands and then take hands Curt sied when you haue and kist the wilde waues whist Foote it featly heere and there and sweete Sprights beare the burthen Burthen dispersedly Harke harke bowgh wawgh the watch-Dogges barke bowgh-wawgh Ar. Hark hark I heare the straine of strutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe Fer. Where shold this Musick be I' th aire or th' earth It sounds no more and sure it waytes vpon Some God ' o th' Iland sitting on a banke Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters Allaying both their fury and my passion With it's sweet ayre thence I haue follow'd it Or it hath drawne me rather but 't is gone No it begins againe Ariell Song Full fadom fiue thy Father lies Of his bones are Corrall made Those are pearles that were his eies Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a Sea-change Into something rich strange Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell Burthen ding-dong Harke now I heare them ding-dong bell Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father This is no mortall busines nor no found That the earth owes I heare it now aboue me Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance And say what thou see'st yond Mira. What is' t a Spirit Lord how it lookes about Beleeue me sir It carries a braue forme But 't is a spirit Pro. No wench it eats and sleeps hath such senses As we haue such This Gallant which thou seest Was in the wracke and but hee 's something stain'd With greefe that 's beauties canker y u might'st call him A goodly person he hath lost his fellowes And strayes about to finde ' em Mir. I might call him A thing diuine for nothing naturall I euer saw so Noble Pro. It goes on I see As my soule prompts it Spirit fine spirit I le free thee Within two dayes for this Fer. Most sure the Goddesse On whom these ayres attend Vouchsafe my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Island And that you will some good instruction giue How I may beare me heere my prime request Which I do last pronounce is O you wonder If you be Mayd or no Mir. No wonder Sir But certainly a Mayd Fer. My Language Heauens I am the best of them that speake this speech Were I but where 't is spoken Pro. How the best What wer 't thou if the King of Naples heard thee Fer. A single thing as I am now that wonders To heare thee speake of Naples he do's heare me And that he do's I weepe my selfe am Naples Who with mine eyes neuer since at ebbe beheld The King my Father wrack't Mir. Alacke for mercy Fer. Yes faith all his Lords the Duke of Millaine And his braue sonne being twaine Pro. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter could controll thee If now 't were sit to do 't At the first sight They haue chang'd eyes Delicate Ariel I le set thee free for this A word good Sir I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong A word Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently This Is the third man that ere I saw the first That ere I sigh'd for pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way Fer. O if a Virgin And your affection not gone forth I le make you The Queene of Naples Pro. Soft sir one word more They are both in eythers pow'rs But this swift busines I must vneasie make least too light winning Make the prize light One word more I charge thee That thou attend me Thou do'st heere vsurpe The name thou ow'st not and hast put thy selfe Vpon this Island as a spy to win it From me the Lord on 't Fer. No as I am a man Mir. Ther 's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house Good things will striue to dwell with 't Pro. Follow me Pros Speake not you for him hee 's a Traitor come I le manacle thy necke and feete together Sea water shalt thou drinke thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Mussels wither'd roots and huskes Wherein the Acorne cradled Follow Fer. No I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy ha's more pow'r He drawes and is charmed from mouing Mira. O deere Father Make not too rash a triall of him for Hee 's gentle and not fearfull Pros What I say My foote my Tutor Put thy sword vp Traitor Who mak'st a shew but dar'st not strike thy conscience Is so possest with guilt Come from thy ward For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke And make thy weapon drop Mira. Beseech you Father Pros Hence hang not on my garments Mira. Sir haue pity I le be his surety Pros Silence One word more Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee What An aduocate for an Impostor Hush Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he Hauing seene but him and Caliban Foolish wench To th' most of men this is a Caliban And they to him are Angels Mira. My affections Are then most humble I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man Pros Come on obey Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe And haue no vigour in them Fer. So they are My spirits as in a dreame are all bound vp My Fathers losse the weaknesse which I feele The wracke of all my friends nor this mans threats To whom I am subdude are but light to me Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this Mayd all corners else o' th' Earth Let liberty make vse of space enough Haue I in such a prison Pros It workes Come on Thou hast done well fine Ariell follow me Harke what thou else shalt do mee Mira. Be of comfort My Fathers of a better nature Sir Then he appeares by speech this is vnwonted Which now came from him Pros Thou shalt be as free As mountaine windes but then exactly do All points of my command Ariell To th' syllable Pros Come follow speake not for him Exeunt Actus Secundus Scoena Prima Enter Alonso Sebastian Anthonio Gonzalo Adrian Francisco and others Gonz. Beseech you Sir be merry you haue cause So haue we all of ioy for our escape Is much beyond our losse our hint of woe Is common euery day some Saylors wife The Masters of some Merchant and the Merchant Haue iust our Theame of woe But for the miracle I meane our preseruation few in millions Can speake like vs then wisely good Sir weigh Our sorrow with our comfort Alons Prethee peace Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so Seb. Looke hee 's winding vp the watch of his wit By and by it will strike Gon. Sir Seb. One Tell. Gon.
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
Castle Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle Into his ruin'd Eares and thus deliuer Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse King Richards hand and sends allegeance And true faith of heart to his Royall Person hither come Euen at his feet to lay my Armes and Power Prouided that my Banishment repeal'd And Lands restor'd againe be freely graunted If not I le vse th' aduantage of my Power And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen The which how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke It is such Crimson Tempest should bedrench The fresh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew Goe signifie as much while here we march Vpon the Grassie Carpet of this Plaine Let 's march without the noyse of threatning Drum That from this Castles tatter'd Battlements Our faire Appointments may be well perus'd Me thinkes King Richard and my selfe should meet With no lesse terror then the Elements Of Fire and Water when their thundring smoake At meeting teares the cloudie Cheekes of Heauen Be he the fire I le be the yeelding Water The Rage be his while on the Earth I raine My Waters on the Earth and not on him March on and marke King Richard how he lookes Parle without and answere within then a Flourish Enter on the Walls Richard Carlile Aumerle Scroop Salisbury See see King Richard doth himselfe appeare As doth the blushing discontented Sunne From out the fierie Portall of the East When he perceiues the enuious Clouds are bent To dimme his glory and to staine the tract Of his bright passage to the Occident York Yet lookes he like a King behold his Eye As bright as is the Eagles lightens forth Controlling Maiestie alack alack for woe That any harme should staine so faire a shew Rich. Wee are amaz'd and thus long haue we stood To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King And if we be how dare thy ioynts forget To pay their awfull dutie to our presence If we be not shew vs the Hand of God That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship For well wee know no Hand of Blood and Bone Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter Vnlesse he doe prophane steale or vsurpe And though you thinke that all as you haue done Haue torne their Soules by turning them from vs And we are barren and bereft of Friends Yet know my Master God Omnipotent Is mustring in his Clouds on our behalfe Armies of Pestilence and they shall strike Your Children yet vnborne and vnbegot That lift your Vassall Hands against my Head And threat the Glory of my precious Crowne Tell Bullingbrooke for yond me thinkes he is That euery stride he makes vpon my Land Is dangerous Treason He is come to ope The purple Testament of bleeding Warre But ere the Crowne he lookes for liue in peace Ten thousand bloody crownes of Mothers Sonnes Shall ill become the flower of Englands face Change the complexion of her Maid-pale Peace To Scarlet Indignation and bedew Her Pastors Grasse with faithfull English Blood North. The King of Heauen forbid our Lord the King Should so with ciuill and vnciuill Armes Be rush'd vpon Thy thrice-noble Cousin Harry Bullingbrooke doth humbly kisse thy hand And by the Honorable Tombe he sweares That stands vpon your Royall Grandsires Bones And by the Royalties of both your Bloods Currents that spring from one most gracious Head And by the buried Hand of Warlike Gaunt And by the Worth and Honor of himselfe Comprising all that may be sworne or said His comming hither hath no further scope Then for his Lineall Royalties and to begge Infranchisement immediate on his knees Which on thy Royall partie graunted once His glittering Armes he will commend to ' Rust His barbed Steedes to Stables and his heart To faithfull seruice of your Maiestie This sweares he as he is a Prince is iust And as I am a Gentleman I credit him Rich. Northumberland say thus The King returnes His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither And all the number of his faire demands Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction With all the gracious vtterance thou hast Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends We doe debase our selfe Cousin doe we not To looke so poorely and to speake so faire Shall we call back Northumberland and send Defiance to the Traytor and so die Aum. No good my Lord let 's fight with gentle words Till tune lend friends and friends their helpeful Swords Rich. Oh God oh God that ere this tongue of mine That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment On yond prowd man should take it off againe With words of sooth Oh that I were as great As is my Griefe or lesser then my Name Or that I could forget what I haue beene Or not remember what I must be now Swell'st thou prowd heart I le giue thee scope to beat Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bullingbrooke Rich. What must the King doe now must he submit The King shall doe it Must he be depos'd The King shall be contented Must he loose The Name of King o' Gods Name let it goe I le giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades My gorgeous Pallace for a Hermitage My gay Apparrell for an Almes-mans Gowne My figur'd Goblets for a Dish of Wood My Scepter for a Palmers walking Staffe My Subiects for a payre of carued Saints And my large Kingdome for a little Graue A little little Graue an obscure Graue Or I le be buryed in the Kings high-way Some way of common Trade where Subiects feet May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head For on my heart they tread now whilest I liue And buryed once why not vpon my Head Aumerle thou weep'st my tender-hearted Cousin Wee 'le make foule Weather with despised Teares Our sighes and they shall lodge the Summer Corne And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes And make some prettie Match with shedding Teares As thus to drop them still vpon one place Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues Within the Earth and therein lay'd there lyes Two Kinsmen digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes Would not this ill doe well Well well I see I talke but idly and you mock at mee Most mightie Prince my Lord Northumberland What sayes King Bullingbrooke Will his Maiestie Giue Richard leaue to liue till Richard die You make a Legge and Bullingbrooke sayes I. North. My Lord in the base Court he doth attend To speake with you may it please you to come downe Rich. Downe downe I come like glist'ring Phaeton Wanting the manage of vnruly Iades In the base Court base Court where Kings grow base To come at Traytors Calls and doe them Grace In the base Court come down down Court down King For night-Owls shrike where moūting Larks should sing Bull. What sayes his Maiestie
Amen Am I both Priest and Clarke well then Amen God saue the King although I be not hee And yet Amen if Heauen doe thinke him mee To doe what seruice am I sent for hither Yorke To doe that office of thine owne good will Which tyred Maiestie did make thee offer The Resignation of thy State and Crowne To Henry Bullingbrooke Rich. Giue me the Crown Here Cousin seize y e Crown Here Cousin on this side my Hand on that side thine Now is this Golden Crowne like a deepe Well That owes two Buckets filling one another The emptier euer dancing in the ayre The other downe vnseene and full of Water That Bucket downe and full of Teares am I Drinking my Griefes whil'st you mount vp on high Bull. I thought you had been willing to resigne Rich. My Crowne I am but still my Griefes are mine You may my Glories and my State depose But not my Griefes still am I King of those Bull. Part of your Cares you giue me with your Crowne Rich. Your Cares set vp do not pluck my Cares downe My Care is losse of Care by old Care done Your Care is gaine of Care by new Care wonne The Cares I giue I haue though giuen away They ' tend the Crowne yet still with me they stay Bull. Are you contended to resigne the Crowne Rich. I no no I for I must nothing bee Therefore no no for I resigne to thee Now marke me how I will vndoe my selfe I giue this heauie Weight from off my Head And this vnwieldie Scepter from my Hand The pride of Kingly sway from out my Heart With mine owne Teares I wash away my Balme With mine owne Hands I giue away my Crowne With mine owne Tongue denie my Sacred State With mine owne Breath release all dutious Oathes All Pompe and Maiestie I doe forsweare My Manors Rents Reuenues I forgoe My Acts Decrees and Statutes I denie God pardon all Oathes that are broke to mee God keepe all Vowes vnbroke are made to thee Make me that nothing haue with nothing grieu'd And thou with all pleas'd that hast all atchieu'd Long may'st thou liue in Richards Seat to sit And soone lye Richard in an Earthie Pit God saue King Henry vn-King'd Richard sayes And send him many yeeres of Sunne-shine dayes What more remaines North. No more but that you reade These Accusations and these grieuous Crymes Committed by your Person and your followers Against the State and Profit of this Land That by confessing them the Soules of men May deeme that you are worthily depos'd Rich. Must I doe so and must I rauell out My weau'd-vp follyes Gentle Northumberland If thy Offences were vpon Record Would it not shame thee in so faire a troupe To reade a Lecture of them If thou would'st There should'st thou finde one heynous Article Contayning the deposing of a King And cracking the strong Warrant of an Oath Mark'd with a Blot damn'd in the Booke of Heauen Nay all of you that stand and looke vpon me Whil'st that my wretchednesse doth bait my selfe Though some of you with Pilate wash your hands Shewing an outward pittie yet you Pilates Haue here deliuer'd me to my sowre Crosse And Water cannot wash away your sinne North. My Lord dispatch reade o're these Articles Rich. Mine Eyes are full of Teares I cannot see And yet salt-Water blindes them not so much But they can see a sort of Traytors here Nay if I turne mine Eyes vpon my selfe I finde my selfe a Traytor with the rest For I haue giuen here my Soules consent T'vndeck the pompous Body of a King Made Glory base a Soueraigntie a Slaue Prowd Maiestie a Subiect State a Pesant North. My Lord. Rich. No Lord of thine thou haught-insulting man No nor no mans Lord I haue no Name no Title No not that Name was giuen me at the Font. But 't is vsurpt alack the heauie day That I haue worne so many Winters out And know not now what Name to call my selfe Oh that I were a Mockerie King of Snow Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke To melt my selfe away in Water-drops Good King great King and yet not greatly good And if my word be Sterling yet in England Let it command a Mirror hither straight That it may shew me what a Face I haue Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie Bull. Goe some of you and fetch a Looking-Glasse North. Read o're this Paper while y c Glasse doth come Rich. Fiend thou torments me ere I come to Hell Bull. Vrge it no more my Lord Northumberland North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd Rich. They shall be satisfy'd I le reade enough When I doe see the very Booke indeede Where all my sinnes are writ and that 's my selfe Enter one with a Glasse Giue me that Glasse and therein will I reade No deeper wrinckles yet hath Sorrow strucke So many Blowes vpon this Face of mine And made no deeper Wounds Oh flatt'ring Glasse Like to my followers in prosperitie Thou do'st beguile me Was this Face the Face That euery day vnder his House-hold Roofe Did keepe ten thousand men Was this the Face That like the Sunne did make beholders winke Is this the Face which fac'd so many follyes That was at last out-fac'd by Bullingbrooke A brittle Glory shineth in this Face As brittle as the Glory is the Face For there it is crackt in an hundred shiuers Marke silent King the Morall of this sport How soone my Sorrow hath destroy'd my Face Bull. The shadow of your Sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow of your Face Rich. Say that againe The shadow of my Sorrow ha let 's see 'T is very true my Griefe lyes all within And these externall manner of Laments Are meerely shadowes to the vnseene Griefe That swells with silence in the tortur'd Soule There lyes the substance and I thanke thee King For thy great bountie that not onely giu'st Me cause to wayle but teachest me the way How to lament the cause I le begge one Boone And then be gone and trouble you no more Shall I obtaine it Bull. Name it faire Cousin Rich. Faire Cousin I am greater then a King For when I was a King my flatterers Were then but subiects being now a subiect I haue a King here to my flatterer Being so great I haue no neede to begge Bull. Yet aske Rich. And shall I haue Bull. You shall Rich. Then giue me leaue to goe Bull. Whither Rich. Whither you will so I were from your sights Bull. Goe some of you conuey him to the Tower Rich. Oh good conuey Conueyers are you all That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall Bull. On Wednesday next we solemnly set downe Our Coronation Lords prepare your selues Exeunt Abbot A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld Carl. The Woes to come the Children yet vnborne Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne Aum. You holy Clergie-men is there no Plot To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot Abbot Before I freely
wonne they are Burres I can tell you they 'le sticke where they are throwne Cres Boldnesse comes to mee now and brings mee heart Prince Troylus I haue lou'd you night and day for many weary moneths Troy Why was my Cressid then so hard to win Cres Hard to seeme won but I was won my Lord With the first glance that euer pardon me If I confesse much you will play the tyrant I loue you now but not till now so much But I might maister it in faith I lye My thoughts were like vnbrideled children grow Too head-strong for their mother see we fooles Why haue I blab'd who shall be true to vs When we are so vnsecret to our selues But though I lou'd you well I woed you not And yet good faith I wisht my selfe a man Or that we women had mens priuiledge Of speaking first Sweet bid me hold my tongue For in this rapture I shall surely speake The thing I shall repent see see your silence Comming in dumbnesse from my weakenesse drawes My soule of counsell from me Stop my mouth Troy And shall albeit sweete Musicke issues thence Pan. Pretty yfaith Cres My Lord I doe beseech you pardon me 'T was not my purpose thus to beg a kisse I am asham'd O Heauens what haue I done For this time will I take my leaue my Lord. Troy Your leaue sweete Cressid Pan. Leaue and you take leaue till to morrow morning Cres Pray you content you Troy What offends you Lady Cres Sir mine owne company Troy You cannot shun your selfe Cres Let me goe and try I haue a kinde of selfe recides with you But an vnkinde selfe that it selfe will leaue To be anothers foole Where is my wit I would be gone I speake I know not what Troy Well know they what they speake that speakes so wisely Cre. Perchance my Lord I shew more craft then loue And fell so roundly to a large confession To Angle for your thoughts but you are wise Or else you loue not for to be wise and loue Exceedes mans might that dwels with gods aboue Troy O that I thought it could be in a woman As if it can I will presume in you To feede for aye her lampe and flames of loue To keepe her constancie in plight and youth Out-liuing beauties outward with a minde That doth renew swifter then blood decaies Or that perswasion could but thus conuince me That my integritie and truth to you Might be affronted with the match and waight Of such a winnowed puriritie in loue How were I then vp-lifted but alas I am as true as truths simplicitie And simpler then the infancie of truth Crâ—s In that I le warre with you Troy O vertuous fight When right with right wars who shall be most right True swaines in loue shall in the world to come Approue their truths by Troylus when their rimes Full of protest of oath and big compare Wants similes truth tir'd with iteration As true as steele as plantage to the Moone As Sunne to day as Turtle to her mate As Iron to Adamant as Earth to th' Center Yet after all comparisons of truth As truths authenticke author to be cited As true as Troylus shall crowne vp the Verse And sanctifie the numbers Cres Prophet may you be If I be false or swerue a haire from truth When time is old and hath forgot it selfe When water drops haue worne the Stones of Troy And blinde obliuion swallow'd Cities vp And mightie States characterlesse are grated To dustie nothing yet let memory From false to false among false Maids in loue Vpbraid my falsehood when they'aue said as false As Aire as Water as Winde as sandie earth As Foxe to Lambe as Wolfe to Heifers Calfe Pard to the Hinde or Stepdame to her Sonne Yea let them say to sticke the heart of falsehood As false as Cressid Pand. Go too a bargaine made seale it seale it I le be the witnesse here I hold your hand here my Cousins feuer you proue false one to another since I haue taken such paines to bring you together let all pittifull goers betweene be cal'd to the worlds end after my name call them all Panders let all constant men be Troylusses all false women Cressids and all brokers betweene Panders say Amen Troy Amen Cres Amen Pan. Amen Whereupon I will shew you a Chamber which bed because it shall not speake of your prettie encounters presse it to death away And Cupid grant all tong-tide Maidens heere Bed Chamber and Pander to prouide this geere Exeunt Enter Vlysses Diomedes Nestor Agamemnon Menelaus and Chalcas Florish Cal. Now Princes for the seruice I haue done you Th' aduantage of the time promps me aloud To call for recompence appeare it to your minde That through the sight I beare in things to loue I haue abandon'd Troy left my possession Incur'd a Traitors name expos'd my selfe From certaine and possest conueniences To doubtfull fortunes sequestring from me all That time acquaintance custome and condition Made tame and most familiar to my nature And here to doe you seruice am become As new into the world strange vnacquainted I doe beseech you as in way of taste To giue me now a little benefit Out of those many registred in promise Which you say liue to come in my behalfe Agam. What would'st thou of vs Troian make demand Cal. You haue a Troian prisoner cal'd Anthenor Yesterday tooke Troy holds him very deere Oft haue you often haue you thankes therefore Desir'd my Cressid in right great exchange Whom Troy hath still deni'd but this Anthenor I know is such a wrest in their affaires That their negotiations all must slacke Wanting his mannage and they will almost Giue vs a Prince of blood a Sonne of Priam In change of him Let him be sent great Princes And he shall buy my Daughter and her presence Shall quite strike off all seruice I haue done In most accepted paine Aga. Let Diomedes beare him And bring vs Cressid hither Calcas shall haue What he requests of vs good Diomed Furnish you fairely for this enterchange Withall bring word if Hector will to morrow Be answer'd in his challenge Aiax is ready Dio. This shall I vndertake and 't is a burthen Which I am proud to beare Exit Enter Achilles and Patroclus in their Tent. Vlis Achilles stands i' th entrance of his Tent Please it our Generall to passe strangely by him As if he were forgot and Princes all Lay negligent and loose regard vpon him I will come last 't is like hee le question me Why such vnplaâ—siue eyes are bent why turn'd on him If so I haue derision medicinable To vse betweene your strangenesse and his pride Which his owne will shall haue desire to drinke It may doe good pride hath no other glasse To show it selfe but pride for supple knees Feede arrogance and are the proud mans fees Agam. Wee le execute your purpose and put on A forme of strangenesse as we passe along So
it growes Poet. I that 's well knowne But what particular Rarity What strange Which manifold record not matches see Magicke of Bounty all these spirits thy power Hath coniur'd to attend I know the Merchant Pain I know them both th' others a Ieweller Mer. O 't is a worthy Lord. Iew. Nay that 's most fixt Mer. A most incomparable man breath'd as it were To an vntyreable and continuate goodnesse He passes Iew. I haue a Iewell heere Mer. O pray let 's see 't For the Lord Timon sir Iewel If he will touch the estimate But for that Poet. When we for recompence haue prais'd the vild It staines the glory in that happy Verse Which aptly sings the good Mer. 'T is a good forme Iewel And rich heere is a Water looke ye Pain You are rapt sir in some worke some Dedication to the great Lord. Poet. A thing slipt idlely from me Our Poesie is as a Gowne which vses From whence 't is nourisht the fire i' th' Flint Shewes not till it be strooke our gentle flame Prouokes it selfe and like the currant flyes Each bound it chases What haue you there Pain A Picture sir when comes your Booke forth Poet. Vpon the heeles of my presentment sir Let 's see your peece Pain 'T is a good Peece Poet. So 't is this comes off well and excellent Pain Indifferent Poet. Admirable How this grace Speakes his owne standing what a mentall power This eye shootes forth How bigge imagination Moues in this Lip to th' dumbnesse of the gesture One might interpret Pain It is a pretty mocking of the life Heere is a touch Is' t good Poet. I will say of it It Tutors Nature Artificiall strife Liues in these toutches liuelier then life Enter certaine Senators Pain How this Lord is followed Poet. The Senators of Athens happy men Pain Looke moe Po. You see this confluence this great flood of visitors I haue in this rough worke shap'd out a man Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hugge With amplest entertainment My free drift Halts not particularly but moues it selfe In a wide Sea of wax no leuell'd malice Infects one comma in the course I hold But flies an Eagle flight bold and forth on Leauing no Tract behinde Pain How shall I vnderstand you Poet. I will vnboult to you You see how all Conditions how all Mindes As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures as Of Graue and austere qualitie tender downe Their seruices to Lord Timon his large Fortune Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance All sorts of hearts yea from the glasse-fac'd Flatterer To Apemantus that few things louesâ— better Then to abhorre himselfe euen hee drops downe The knee before him and returnes in peace Most rich in Timons nod Pain I saw them speake together Poet. Sir I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd The Base o' th' Mount Is rank'd with all deserts all kinde of Natures That labour on the bosome of this Sphere To propagate their states among'st them all Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt One do I personate of Lord Timons frame Whom Fortune with her Iuory hand wafts to her Whose present grace to present slaues and seruants Translates his Riuals Pain 'T is conceyu'd to scope This Throne this Fortune and this Hill me thinkes With one man becken'd from the rest below Bowing his head against the steepy Mount To climbe his happinesse would be well exprest In our Condition Poet. Nay Sir but heare me on All those which were his Fellowes but of late Some better then his valew on the moment Follow his strides his Lobbies fill with tendance Raine Sacrificiall whisperings in his eare Make Sacred euen his styrrop and through him Drinke the free Ayre Pain I marry what of these Poet. When Fortune in her shift and change of mood Spurnes downe her late beloued all his Dependants Which labour'd after him to the Mountaines top Euen on their knees and hand let him sit downe Not one accompanying his declining foot Pain T is common A thousand morall Paintings I can shew That shall demonstrate these quicke blowes of Fortunes More pregnantly then words Yet you do well To shew Lord Timon that meane eyes haue seene The foot aboue the head Trumpets sound Enter Lord Timon addressing himselfe curteously to euery Sutor Tim. Imprison'd is he say you Mes I my good Lord fiue Talents is his debt His meanes most short his Creditors most straite Your Honourable Letter he desires To those haue shut him vp which failing Periods his comfort Tim. Noble Ventidius well I am not of that Feather to shake off My Friend when he must neede me I do know him A Gentleman that well deserues a helpe Which he shall haue I le pay the debt and free him Mes Your Lordship euer bindes him Tim. Commend me to him I will send his ransome And being enfranchized bid him come to me 'T is not enough to helpe the Feeble vp But to support him after Fare you well Mes All happinesse to your Honor. Exit Enter an old Athenian Oldm. Lord Timon heare me speake Tim. Freely good Father Oldm. Thou hast a Seruant nam'd Lucilius Tim. I haue so What of him Oldm. Most Noble Timon call the man before thee Tim. Attends he heere or no Lucillius Luc. Heere at your Lordships seruice Oldm. This Fellow heere L. Timon this thy Creature By night frequents my house I am a man That from my first haue beene inclin'd to thrift And my estate deserues an Heyre more rais'd Then one which holds a Trencher Tim. Well what further Old One onely Daughter haue I no Kin else On whom I may conferre what I haue got The Maid is faire a' th' youngest for a Bride And I haue bred her at my deerest cost In Qualities of the best This man of thine Attempts her loue I prythee Noble Lord Ioyne with me to forbid him her resort My selfe haue spoke in vaine Tim. The man is honest Oldm. Therefore he will be Timon His honesty rewards him in it selfe It must not beare my Daughter Tim. Does she loue him Oldm. She is yong and apt Our owne precedent passions do instruct vs What leuities in youth Tim. Loue you the Maid Luc. I my good Lord and she accepts of it Oldm. If in her Marriage my consent be missing I call the Gods to witnesse I will choose Mine heyre from forth the Beggers of the world And dispossesse her all Tim. How shall she be endowed If she be mated with an equall Husband Oldm. Three Talents on the present in future all Tim. This Gentleman of mine Hath seru'd me long To build his Fortune I will straine a little For 't is a Bond in men Giue him thy Daughter What you bestow in him I le counterpoize And make him weigh with her Oldm. Most Noble Lord Pawne me to this your Honour she is his Tim. My hand to thee Mine Honour on
loue the generall gender beare him Who dipping all his Faults in their affection Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone Conuert his Gyues to Graces So that my Arrowes Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe And not where I had arm'd them Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes Who was if praises may go backe againe Stood Challenger on mount of all the Age For her perfections But my reuenge will come King Breake not your sleepes for that You must not thinke That we are made of stuffe so flat and dull That we can let our Beard be shooke with danger And thinke it pastime You shortly shall heare more I lou'd your Father and we loue our Selfe And that I hope will teach you to imagine Enter a Messenger How now What Newes Mes Letters my Lord from Hamlet This to your Maiesty this to the Queene King From Hamlet Who brought them Mes Saylors my Lord they say I saw them not They were giuen me by Claudio he receiu'd them King Laertes you shall heare them Leaue vs. Exit Messenger High and Mighty you shall know I am set naked on your Kingdome To morrow shall I begge leaue to see your Kingly Eyes When I shall first asking your Pardon thereunto recount th' Occasions of my sodaine and more strange returne Hamlet What should this meane Are all the rest come backe Or is it some abuse Or no such thing Laer. Know you the hand Kin. 'T is Hamlets Character naked and in a Postscript here he sayes alone Can you aduise me Laer. I 'm lost in it my Lord but let him come It warmes the very sicknesse in my heart That I shall liue and tell him to his teeth Thus diddest thou Kin. If it be so Laertes as how should it be so How otherwise will you be rul'd by me Laer. If so you 'l not o're rule me to a peace Kin. To thine owne peace if he be now return'd As checking at his Voyage and that he meanes No more to vndertake it I will worke him To an exployt now ripe in my Deuice Vnder the which he shall not choose but fall And for his death no winde of blame shall breath But euen his Mother shall vncharge the practice And call it accident Some two Monthes hence Here was a Gentleman of Normandy I 'ue seene my selfe and seru'd against the French And they ran well on Horsebacke but this Gallant Had witchcraft in 't he grew into his Seat And to such wondrous doing brought his Horse As had he beene encorps't and demy-Natur'd With the braue Beast so farre he past my thought That I in forgery of shapes and trickes Come short of what he did Laer. A Norman was 't Kin. A Norman Laer. Vpon my life Lamound Kin. The very same Laer. I know him well he is the Brooch indeed And Iemme of all our Nation Kin. Hee mad confession of you And gaue you such a Masterly report For Art and exercise in your defence And for your Rapier most especially e That he cryed out t' would be a sight indeed If one could match you Sir This report of his Did Hamlet so envenom with his Enuy That he could nothing doe but wish and begge Your sodaine comming ore to play with him Now out of this Laer. Why out of this my Lord Kin Laertes was your Father deare to you Or are you like the painting of a sorrow A face without a heart Laer. Why aske you this Kin. Not that I thinke you did not loue your Father But that I know Loue is begun by Time And that I see in passages of proofe Time qualifies the sparke and fire of it Hamlet comes backe what would you vndertake To show your selfe your Fathers sonne indeed More then in words Laer. To cut his throat i' th' Church Kin. No place indeed should murder Sancturize Reuenge should haue no bounds but good Laertes Will you doe this keepe close within your Chamber Hamlet return'd shall know you are come home Wee 'l put on those shall praise your excellence And set a double varnish on the fame The Frenchman gaue you bring you in fine together And wager on your heads he being remisse Most generous and free from all contriuing Will not peruse the Foiles So that with ease Or with a little shuffling you may choose A Sword vnbaited and in a passe of practice Requit him for your Father Laer. I will doo 't And for that purpose I le annoint my Sword I bought an Vnction of a Mountebanke So mortall I but dipt a knife in it Where it drawes blood no Cataplasme so rare Collected from all Simples that haue Vertue Vnder the Moone can saue the thing from death That is but scratcht withall I le touch my point With this contagion that if I gall him slightly It may be death Kin Let 's further thinke of this Weigh what conuenience both of time and meanes May fit vs to our shape if this should faile And that our drift looke through our bad performance 'T were better not assaid therefore this Proiect Should haue a backe or second that might hold If this should blast in proofe Soft let me see Wee 'l make a solemne wager on your commings I ha 't when in your motion you are hot and dry As make your bowts more violent to the end And that he cals for drinke I le haue prepar'd him A Challice for the nonce whereon but sipping If he by chance escape your venom'd stuck Our purpose may hold there how sweet Queene Enter Queene Queen One woe doth tread vpon anothers heele So fast they 'l follow your Sister 's drown'd Laertes Laer. Drown'd O where Queen There is a Willow growes aslant a Brooke That shewes his hore leaues in the glassie streame There with fantasticke Garlands did she come Of Crow-slowers Nettles Daysies and long Purples That liberall Shepheards giue a grosser name But our cold Maids doe Dead Mens Fingers call them There on the pendant boughes her Coronet weeds Clambring to hang an enuious sliuer broke When downe the weedy Trophies and her selfe Fell in the weeping Brooke her cloathes spred wide And Mermaid-like a while they bore her vp Which time she chaunted snatches of old tunes As one incapable of her owne distresse Or like a creature Natiue and indued Vnto that Element but long it could not be Till that her garments heauy with her drinke Pul'd the poore wretch from her melodious buy To muddy death Laer. Alas then is she drown'd Queen Drown'd drown'd Laer. Too much of water hast thou poore Ophelia And therefore I forbid my teares but yet It is our tricke Nature her custome holds Let shame say what it will when these are gone The woman will be out Adue my Lord I haue a speech of fire that faine would blaze But that this folly doubts it Exit Kin. Let 's follow Gertrude How much I had to
Snow And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster Yet she must dye else shee 'l betray more men Put out the Light and then put out the Light If I quench thee thou flaming Minister I can againe thy former light restore Should I repent me But once put out thy Light Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature I know not where is that Promethaeâ— heate That can thy Light re-Lume When I haue pluck'd thy Rose I cannot giue it vitall growth againe It needs must wither I le smell thee on the Tree Oh Balmy breath that dost almost perswade Iustice to breake her Sword One more one more Be thus when thou art dead and I will kill thee And loue thee after One more and that 's the last So sweet was ne're so fatall I must weepe But they are cruell Teares This sorrow 's heauenly It strikes where it doth loue She wakes Des Who 's there Othello Othel. I Desdemona Des Will you come to bed my Lord Oth. Haue you pray'd to night Desdemon Des I my Lord. Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen and Grace Solicite for it straight Des Alacke my Lord What may you meane by that Oth. Well do it and be breefe I will walke by I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit No Heauens fore-fend I would not kill thy Soule Des Talke you of killing Oth. I I do Des Then Heauen haue mercy on mee Oth. Amen with all my heart Des If you say I hope you will not kill me Oth. Humh Des And yet I feare you for you 're fatall then When your eyes rowle so Why I should feare I know not Since guiltinesse I know not But yet I feele I feare Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes Des They are Loueâ— I beare to you Oth. I and for that thou dy'st Des That death 's vnnaturall that kils for louing Alas why gnaw you so your nether-lip Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame These are portentâ— but yet I hope I hope They do not point on me Oth. Peace and be still Des I will so What 's the matter Oth. That Handkerchiefe Which I so lou'd and gaue thee thou gau'st to Cassio Des No by my Life and Soule send for the man And aske him Oth. Sweet Soule take heed take heed of Periury Thou art on thy death-bed Des I but not yet to dye Oth. Presently Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne For to deny each Article with Oath Cannot remoue nor choake the strong Conception That I do grone withall Thou art to dye Des O Heauen haue mercy on me Oth. I say Amen Des And haue you mercy too I neuer did Offend you in my life neuer lou'd Cassio But with such generall warrantie of Heauen As I might loue I neuer gaue him Token Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in 's hand O periur'd woman thou do'st stone my heart And makes me call what I intend to do A Murther which I thought a Sacrifice I saw the Handkerchiefe Des He found it then I neuer gaue it him Send for him hither Let him confesse a truth Oth. He hath confest Des What my Lord Oth. That he hath vs'd thee Des How vnlawfully Oth. I. Des He will not say so Oth. No his mouth is stopp'd Honest Iago hath ' tane order for 't Des Oh my feare interprets What is he dead Oth. Had all his haires bin liues my great Reuenge Had stomacke for them all Des Alas he is betray'd and I vndone Oth. Out Strumpet weep'st thou for him to my face Des O banish me my Lord but kill me not Oth. Downe Strumpet Des Kill me to morrow let me liue to night Oth. Nay if you striue Des But halfe an houre Oth. Being done there is no pawse Des But while I say one prayer Oth. It is too late Smothers her Aemilia at the doore Aemil. My Lord my Lord What hoa My Lord my Lord. Oth. What noise is this Not dead not yet quite dead I that am cruell am yet mercifull I would not haue thee linger in thy paine So so Aemil. within What hoa my Lord my Lord Oth. Who 's there Aemil. Oh good my Lord I would speake a word with you Oth. Yes 'T is Aemilia by and by Shee 's dead 'T is like she comes to speake of Cassio's death The noise was high Hah no more moouing Still as the Graue Shall â—he come in Wer't good I thinke she stirres againe No what 's best to do If she come in shee 'l sure speake to my wife My wife my wife what wife I haue no wife Oh insupportable Oh heauy houre Me thinkes it should be now a huge Eclipse Of Sunne and Moone and that th' affrighted Globe Did yawne at Alteration Aemil. I do beseech you That I may speake with you Oh good my Lord. Oth. I had forgot thee oh come in Aemilia Soft by and by let me the Curtaines draw Where art thou What 's the matter with thee now Enter Aemilia Aemil. Oh my good Lord yonder 's foule Murthers done Oth. What now Aemil. But now my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moone She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont And makes men mad Aemil. Cassio my Lord hath kill'd A young Venetian call'd Rodorigo Oth. Rodorigo kill'd and Cassio kill'd Aemil No Cassio is not kill'd Oth. Not Cassio kill'd Then Murther 's out of tune And sweet Reuenge growes harsh Des O falsely falsely murder'd Aemil. Alas what cry is that Oth. That What Aemil. Out and alas that was my Ladies voice Helpe helpe hoa helpe Oh Ladie speake againe Sweet Desdemona oh sweet Mistris speake Des A guiltlesse death I dye Aemil. Oh who hath done this deed Des No body I my selfe farewell Commend me to my kinde Lord oh farewell Oth. Why how should she be murdred Aemil. Alas who knowes Oth. You heare her say her selfe it was not I. Aemil. She said so I must needs report the truth Oth. She 's like a Liar gone to burning hell 'T was I that kill'd her Aemil. Oh the more Angell she and you the blacker Diuell Oth. She turn'd to folly and she was a whore Aemil. Thou do'st bely her and thou art a diuell Oth. She waâ— false as water Aemil. Thou aâ—t rash as fire to say That she was false Oh she was heauenly true Oth. Cassio did top her Ask thy husband else O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds To this extremity Thy Husband knew it all Aemil. My Husband Oth. Thy Husband Aemil. That she was false to Wedlocke Oth. I with Cassio had she bin true If Heauen would make me such another world Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite I 'ld not haue sold her for it Aemil. My Husband Oth. I 't was he that told me on her first An honest man he is and hates the slime That stickes on filthy deeds Aemil. My Husband Oth. What needs this itterance Woman
seene her Eno. Oh sir you had then left vnseene a wonderfull peece of worke which not to haue beene blest withall would haue discredited your Trauaile Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Sir Ant. Fuluia is dead Eno. Fuluia Ant. Dead Eno. Why sir giue the Gods a thankefull Sacrifice when it pleaseth their Deities to take the wife of a man from him it shewes to man the Tailors of the earth comforting therein that when olde Robes are worne out there are members to make new If there were no more Women but Fuluia then had you indeede a cut and the case to be lamented This greefe is crown'd with Consolation your old Smocke brings foorth a new Petticoate and indeed the teares liue in an Onion that should water this sorrow Ant. The businesse she hath broached in the State Cannot endure my absence Eno. And the businesse you haue broach'd heere cannot be without you especially that of Cleopatra's which wholly depends on your abode Ant. No more light Answeres Let our Officers Haue notice what we purpose I shall breake The cause of our Expedience to the Queene And get her loue to part For not alone The death of Fuluia with more vrgent touches Do strongly speake to vs but the Letters too Of many our contriuing Friends in Rome Petition vs at home Sextus Pompeius Haue giuen the dare to Caesar and commands The Empire of the Sea Our slippery people Whose Loue is neuer link'd to the deseruer Till his deserts are past begin to throw Pompey the great and all his Dignities Vpon his Sonne who high in Name and Power Higher then both in Blood and Life stands vp For the maine Souldier Whose quality going on The sides o' th' world may danger Much is breeding Which like the Coursers heire hath yet but life And not a Serpents poyson Say our pleasure To such whose places vnder vs require Our quicke remoue from hence Enob. I shall doo 't Enter Cleopatra Charmian Alexas and Iras. Cleo. Where is he Char. I did not see him since Cleo. See where he is Whose with him what he does I did not send you If you finde him sad Say I am dauncing if in Myrth report That I am sodaine sicke Quicke and returne Char. Madam me thinkes if you did loue him deerly You do not hold the method to enforce The like from him Cleo. What should I do I do not Ch. In each thing giue him way crosse him in nothing Cleo. Thou teachest like a foole the way to lose him Char. Tempt him not so too farre I wish forbeare In time we hate that which we often feare Enter Anthony But heere comes Anthony Cleo. I am sicke and sullen An. I am sorry to giue breathing to my purpose Cleo. Helpe me away deere Charmian I shall fall It cannot be thus long the sides of Nature Will not sustaine it Ant. Now my deerest Queene Cleo. Pray you stand farther from mee Ant. What 's the matter Cleo. I know by that same eye ther 's some good news What sayes the married woman you may goe Would she had neuer giuen you leaue to come Let her not say 't is I that keepe you heere I haue no power vpon you Hers you are Ant. The Gods best know Cleo. Oh neuer was there Queene So mightily betrayed yet at the first I saw the Treasons planted Ant. Cleopatra Cleo. Why should I thinke you can be mine true Though you in swearing shake the Throaned Gods Who haue beene false to Fuluia Riotous madnesse To be entangled with those mouth-made vowes Which breake themselues in swearing Ant. Most sweet Queene Cleo. Nay pray you seeke no colour for your going But bid farewell and goe When you sued staying Then was the time for words No going then Eternity was in our Lippes and Eyes Blisse in our browes bent none our parts so poore But was a race of Heauen They are so still Or thou the greatest Souldier of the world Art turn'd the greatest Lyar. Ant. How now Lady Cleo. I would I had thy inches thou should'st know There were a heart in Egypt Ant. Heare me Queene The strong necessity of Time commands Our Seruicles a-while but my full heart Remaines in vse with you Our Italy Shines o're with ciuill Swords Sextus Pompeius Makes his approaches to the Port of Rome Equality of two Domesticke powers Breed scrupulous faction The hated growne to strength Are newly growne to Loue The condemn'd Pompey Rich in his Fathers Honor creepes apace Into the hearts of such as haue not thriued Vpon the present state whose Numbers threaten And quietnesse growne sicke of rest would purge By any desperate change My more particular And that which most with you should safe my going Is Fuluias death Cleo. Though age from folly could not giue me freedom It does from childishnesse Can Fuluia dye Ant. She 's dead my Queene Looke heere and at thy Soueraigne leysure read The Garboyles she awak'd at the last best See when and where shee died Cleo. O most false Loue Where be the Sacred Violles thou should'st fill With sorrowfull water Now I see I see In Fuluias death how mine receiu'd shall be Ant. Quarrell no more but bee prepar'd to know The purposes I beare which are or cease As you shall giue th' aduice By the fire That quickens Nylus slime I go from hence Thy Souldier Seruant making Peace or Warre As thou affects Cleo. Cut my Lace Charmian come But let it be I am quickly ill and well So Anthony loues Ant. My precious Queene forbeare And giue true euidence to his Loue which stands An honourable Triall Cleo. So Fuluia told me I prythee turne aside and weepe for her Then bid adiew to me and say the teares Belong to Egypt Good now play one Scene Of excellent dissembling and let it looke Like perfect Honor. Ant. You 'l heat my blood no more Cleo. You can do better yet but this is meetly Ant. Now by Sword Cleo. And Target Still he mends But this is not the best Looke prythee Charmian How this Herculean Roman do's become The carriage of his chafe Ant. I le leaue you Lady Cleo. Courteous Lord one word Sir you and I must part but that 's not it Sir you and I haue lou'd but there 's not it That you know well something it is I would Oh my Obliuion is a very Anthony And I am all forgotten Ant. But that your Royalty Holds Idlenesse your subiect I should take you For Idlenesse it selfe Cleo. 'T is sweating Labour To beare such Idlenesse so neere the heart As Cleopatra this But Sir forgiue me Since my becommings kill me when they do not Eye well to you Your Honor calles you hence Therefore be deafe to my vnpittied Folly And all the Gods go with you Vpon your Sword Sit Lawrell victory and smooth successe Be strew'd before your feete Ant. Let vs go Come Our separation so abides and flies That thou reciding heere goes yet with mee And I hence fleeting heere remaine with thee
our yonger brown yet ha we A Braine that nourishes our Nerues and can Get gole for gole of youth Behold this man Commend vnto his Lippes thy sauouring hand Kisse it my Warriour He hath fought to day As if a God in hate of Mankinde had Destroyed in such a shape Cleo. I le giue thee Friend An Armour all of Gold it was a Kings Ant. He has deseru'd it were it Carbunkled Like holy Phoebus Carre Giue me thy hand Through Alexandria make a iolly March Beare our backt Targets like the men that owe them Had our great Pallace the capacity To Campe this hoast we all would sup together And drinke Carowses to the next dayes Fate Which promises Royall perill Trumpetters With brazen dinne blast you the Citties eare Make mingle with our ratling Tabourines That heauen and earth may strike their sounds together Applauding our approach Exeunt Enter a Centerie and his Company Enobarbus followes Cent. If we be not releeu'd within this houre We must returne to ' th' Court of Guard the night Is shiny and they say we shall embattaile By ' th ' second houre i' th' Morne 1. Watch. This last day was a shrew'd one too 's Enob. Oh beare me witnesse night 2 What man is this 1 Stand close and list him Enob. Be witnesse to me O thou blessed Moone When men reuolted shall vpon Record Beare hatefull memory poore Enobarbus did Before thy face repent Cent. Enobarbus 2 Peace Hearke further Enob. Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me That Life a very Rebell to my will May hang no longer on me Throw my heart Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault Which being dried with greefe will breake to powder And finish all foule thoughts Oh Anthony Nobler then my reuolt is Infamous Forgiue me in thine owne particular But let the world ranke me in Register A Master leauer and a fugitiue Oh Anthony Oh Anthony 1 Let 's speake to him Cent. Let 's heare him for the things he speakes May concerne Caesar 2 Let 's do so but he sleepes Cent. Swoonds rather for so bad a Prayer as his Was neuer yet for sleepe 1 Go we to him 2 Awake sir awake speake to vs. 1 Heare you sir Cent. The hand of death hath raught him Drummes afarre off Hearke the Drummes demurely wake the sleepers Let vs beare him to ' th' Court of Guard he is of note Our houre is fully out 2 Come on then he may recouer yet exeunt Enter Anthony and Scarrus with their Army Ant. Their preparation is to day by Sea We please them not by Land Scar. For both my Lord. Ant. I would they 'ld fight i' th' Fire or i' th' Ayre Wee 'ld fight there too But this it is our Foote Vpon the hilles adioyning to the Citty Shall stay with vs. Order for Sea is giuen They haue put forth the Hauen Where their appointment we may best discouer And looke on their endeuour exeunt Enter Caesar and his Army Caes But being charg'd we will be still by Land Which as I tak 't we shall for his best force Is forth to Man his Gallies To the Vales And hold our best aduantage exeunt Alarum afarre off as at a Sea-fight Enter Anthony and Scarrus Ant. Yet they are not ioyn'd Where yon'd Pine does stand I shall discouer all I le bring thee word straight how ' ris like to go exit Scar. Swallowes haue built In Cleopatra's Sailes their nests The Auguries Say they know not they cannot tell looke grimly And dare not speake their knowledge Anthony Is valiant and deiected and by starts His fretted Fortunes giue him hope and feare Of what he has and has not Enter Anthony Ant. All is lost This fowle Egyptian hath betrayed me My Fleete hath yeelded to the Foe and yonder They cast their Caps vp and Carowse together Like Friends long lost Triple-turn'd Whore 't is thou Hast sold me to this Nouice and my heart Makes onely Warres on thee Bid them all flye For when I am reueng'd vpon my Charme I haue done all Bid them all flye be gone Oh Sunne thy vprise shall I see no more Fortune and Anthony part heere euen heere Do we shake hands All come to this The hearts That pannelled me at heeles to whom I gaue Their wishes do dis-Candie melt their sweets On blossoming Caesar And this Pine is barkt That ouer-top'd them all Betray'd I am Oh this false Soule of Egypt this graue Charme Whose eye beck'd forth my Wars cal'd them home Whose Bosome was my Crownet my chiefe end Like a right Gypsie hath at fast and loose Beguil'd me to the very heart of losse What Eros Eros Enter Cleopatra Ah thou Spell Auaunt Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Loue Ant. Vanish or I shall giue thee thy deseruing And blemish Caesars Triumph Let him take thee And hoist thee vp to the shouting Plebeians Follow his Chariot like the greatest spot Of all thy Sex Most Monster-like be shewne For poor'st Diminitiues for Dolts and let Patient Octauia plough thy visage vp With her prepared nailes exit Cleopatra 'T is well th' art gone If it be well to liue But better 't were Thou fell'st into my furie for one death Might haue preuented many Eros hoa The shirt of Nessus is vpon me teach me Alcides thou mine Ancestor thy rage Let me lodge Licas on the hornes o' th' Moone And with those hands that graspt the heauiest Club Subdue my worthiest selfe The Witch shall die To the young Roman Boy she hath sold me and I fall Vnder this plot She dyes for 't Eros hoa exit Enter Cleopatra Charmian Iras Mardian Cleo. Helpe me my women Oh hee 's more mad Then Telamon for his Shield the Boare of Thessaly Was neuer so imbost Char. To ' th' Monument there locke your selfe And send him word you are dead The Soule and Body riue not more in parting Then greatnesse going off Cleo. To ' th' Monument Mardian go tell him I haue slaine my selfe Say that the last I spoke was Anthony And word it prythee pitteously Hence Mardian And bring me how he takes my deaâ—h to ' th' Monument Exeunt Enter Anthony and Eros Ant. Eros thou yet behold'st me Eros I Noble Lord. Ant. Sometime we see a clowd that 's Dragonish A vapour sometime like a Beare or Lyon A toward Cittadell a pendant Rocke A forked Mountaine or blew Promontorie Wâ—h Trees vpon 't that nodde vnto the world And mocke our eyes with Ayre Thou hast seene these Signes They are blacke Vespers Pageants Eros I my Lord. Ant. That which is now a Horse euen with a thoght the Racke dislimes and makes it indistinct As water is in water Eros It does my Lord. Ant. My good Knaue Eros now thy Captaine is Euen such a body Heere I am Anthony Yet cannot hold this visible shape my Knaue I made these warres for Egypt and the Queene Whose heart I thought I had for she had mine Which
by foure o' th' clock I prythee call me Sleepe hath ceiz'd me wholly To your protection I commend me Gods From Fayâ—ies and the Tempters of the night Guard me beseech yee Sleepes Iachimo from the Trunke Iach. The Crickets sing and mans ore-labor'd sense Repaires it selfe by rest Our Tarquine thus Did softly presse the Rushes ere he waken'd The Chastitie he wounded Cytherea How brauely thou becom'st thy Bed fresh Lilly And whiter then the Sheetes that I might touch But kisse one kisse Rubies vnparagon'd How deerely they doo 't 'T is her breathing that Perfumes the Chamber thus the Flame o' th' Taper Bowes toward her and would vnder-peepe her lids To see th' inclosed Lights now Canopied Vnder these windowes White and Azure lac'd With Blew of Heauens owne tinct But my designe To note the Chamber I will write all downe Such and such pictures There the window such Th' adronement of her Bed the Arras Figures Why such and such and the Contents o' th' Story Ah but some naturall notes about her Body Aboue ten thousand meaner Moueables Would testifie t' enrich mine Inuentorie O sleepe thou Ape of death lye dull vpon her And be her Sense but as a Monument Thus in a Chappell lying Come off come off As slippery as the Gordian-knot was hard 'T is mine and this will witnesse outwardly As strongly as the Conscience do's within To ' th' madding of her Lord. On her left brest Amole Cinque-spotted Like the Crimson drops I' th' bottome of a Cowslippe Heere 's a Voucher Stronger then euer Law could make this Secret Will force him thinke I haue pick'd the lock and t'ane The treasure of her Honour No more to what end Why should I write this downe that 's riuete Screw'd to my memorie She hath bin reading late The Tale of Tereus heere the leaffe's turn'd downe Where Philomele gaue vp I haue enough To ' th' Truncke againe and shut the spring of it Swift swift you Dragons of the night that dawning May beare the Rauens eye I lodge in feare Though this a heauenly Angell hell is heere Clocke strikes One two three time time Exit Scena Tertia Enter Clotten and Lords 1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse the most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace Clot. It would make any man cold to loose 1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper of your Lordship You are most hot and furious when you winne Clot Winning will put any man into courage if I could get this foolish Imogen I should haue Gold enough it 's almost morning is' t not 1 Day my Lord. Clot. I would this Musicke would come I am aduised to giue her Musicke a mornings they say it will penetrate Enter Musitians Come on tune If you can penetrate her with your fingering so wee 'l try with tongue too if none will do let her remaine but I le neuer giue o're First a very excellent good conceyted thingâ— after a wonderful sweet aire with admirable rich words to it and then let her consider SONG Hearke hearke the Larke at Heauens gate sings and Phoebus gins arise His Steeds to water at those Springs on chalic'd Flowres that lyes And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their Golden eyes With euery thing that pretty is my Lady sweet arise Arise arise So get you gone if this penâ—trate I will consider your Musicke the better if it do not it is a voyce in her eares which Horse-haires and Calues-guts nor the voyce of vnpaued Eunuch to boot can neuer amed Enter Cymbaline and Queene 2 Heere comes the King Clot. I am glad I was vp so late for that 's the reason I was vp so earely he cannot choose but take this Seruice I haue done fatherly Good morrow to your Maiesty and to my gracious Mother Cym. Attend you here the doore of our stern daughter Will she not forth Clot. I haue assayl'd her with Musickes but she vouchsafes no notice Cym. The Exile of her Minion is too new She hath not yet forgot him some more time Must weare the print of his remembrance on 't And then she 's yours Qu. You are most bound to ' th' King Who let 's go by no vantages that may Preferre you to his daughter Frame your selfe To orderly solicity and be friended With aptnesse of the season make denials Encrease your Seruices so seeme as if You were inspir'd to do those duties which You tender to her that you in all obey her Saue when command to your dismission tends And therein you are senselesse Clot. Senselesse Not so Mes So like you Sir Ambassadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius Cym. A worthy Fellow Albeit he comes on angry purpose now But that 's no fault of his we must receyue him According to the Honor of his Sender And towards himselfe his goodnesse fore-spent on vs We must extend our notice Our deere Sonne When you haue giuen good morning to your Mistris Attend the Queene and vs we shall haue neede T' employ you towards this Romane Come our Queene Exeunt Clot. If she be vp I le speake with her if not Let her lye still and dreame by your leaue hoa I know her women are about her what If I do line one of their handâ— 't is Gold Which buyes admittance oft it doth yea and makes Diana's Rangers false themselues yeeld vp Their Deere to ' th' stand o' th' Stealer and 't is Gold Which makes the True-man kill'd and saues the Theefe Nay sometime hangs both Theefe and True-man what Can it not do and vndoo I will make One of her women Lawyer to me for I yet not vnderstand the case my selfe By your leaue Knockes Enter a Lady La. Who 's there that knockes Clot. A Gentleman La. No more Clot. Yes and a Gentlewomans Sonne La. That 's more Then some whose Taylors are as deere as yours Can iustly boast of what 's your Lordships pleasure Clot. Your Ladies person is she ready La. I to keepe her Chamber Clot. There is Gold for you Sell me your good report La. How my good name or to report of you What I shall thinke is good The Princesse Enter Imogen Clot. Good morrow fairest Sister your sweet hand Imo. Good morrow Sir you lay out too much paines For purchasing but trouble the thankes I giue Is telling you that I am poore of thankes And scarse can spare them Clot. Still I sweare â— loue you Imo. If you but said so 't were as deepe with me If you sweare still your recompence is still That I regard it not Clot. This is no answer Imo. But that you shall not say I yeeld being silent I would not speake I pray you spare me 'faith I shall vnfold equall discourtesie To your best kindnesse one of your great knowing Should learne being taught forbearance Clot. To leaue you in your madnesse 't were my sin I will not Imo. Fooles are not mad Folkes Clot. Do you call me Foole Imo. As I am mad I